A new series of fan fic based on Richard B. Riddick of Pitch Black. Rated NC-17 for naughty dirty sex. The events take place in the months BEFORE Riddick was captured and put on the transport to prison. A prequel...if you will. And it's dirty...dirty dirty boy. Naughty. Come here for your spanking.
Oranges
Part 1
As his hidden eyes swept across the room, it was her hand that caught his eye.
She was tucking a piece of her honey colored hair behind her ear, looking down
at a plate of oranges. Her fingernails were clean, but ragged, chewed down to
nubs. Clearing the hair away, he could see the curved bone of her jaw, catch
one sparkle of her blue eyes, the blush in her cheeks, see the slightly parted,
pink, frowning lips.
"Her," he said to the broker.
"All night."
"Good choice, she's only been
with one other man, ever. Brand new, very clean. Very young. Not too young,
she's legal, but young as compared…"
He held up a hand to shut the broker
up and folded his hands behind his back while the girl was retrieved.
"Ramalia," the broker called
out. The girl popped one last piece of her orange into her mouth and quickly
chewed and swallowed it. The man standing next to the broker was gigantic, a
monster. He stood stock still, loose black pants, a tight black t-shirt...and
sunglasses. Goggles almost, tight to his eyes and strapped around the back of
his shaved head. She approached slowly, her eyes focused on his heavy black
boots.
"Ramalia," the man said,
his voice a rumbling growl of distant thunder. He lifted her chin with his rough
fingers and she looked up at him. There was a bit of juice from the orange shining
on her chin and he wiped it away with his thumb. She watched as he sucked it
clean, leaving his own lips shining. He didn't smile, didn't say another word,
simply turned to the broker and handed over the money. "Half now, half
in the morning."
The broker nodded and opened the heavy
frosted glass doors that lead to the bed chambers.
Her sleeveless white nightgown was
a thin cotton. He could see that her nipples were hard, but it was most likely
the cold. She was barefoot on the tiled floor, there were goosebumps on her
skin. He grabbed her by the elbow and they walked a few steps behind the broker.
The heavy footfalls of his boots frightened her, leaving little half moons of
mud against the white. They walked in silence. He looked straight ahead, watching
the broker pick a room for them to pass the night.
She took a deep breath and said, "You
don't have to hold me. I won't run from you. I know what I'm here for."
He looked down and let go of her arm,
surprised at the depth of her voice, the darkness of it. "Alright."
The broker unlocked a door to a clean
white room. Since he had paid for the whole night, it was a suite, and since
he was a repeat customer, with no complaints on his record (and in fact a few
compliments from past girls), it was the finest he had available. She could
hear someone down the hall wailing in ecstasy. Her owner cleared his throat
and walked in ahead of her.
The broker pulled her close and whispered
in her ear. "Behave yourself, he isn't one to be fucked with." She
nodded, now a bit more frightened than before and the broker left her alone
for the next ten hours.
The room was white, the large bed
held together with a brushed silver frame, covered in white linens. The man
seemed very out of place in such bright surroundings. He ran his hands over
the walls looking for light switches. There was a cluster of bulbs in each corner,
and a shaft of yellow light poured from the small bathroom off the back.
"What are you looking for?"
She asked, still standing by the locked door. The table behind him had a pitcher
of water and two glasses, a bowl of fruit and a platter of sliced cheese and
bread. It wasn't for her.
"I want it darker in here. The
light hurts my eyes."
She reached behind her and touched
the light pad to dim the room. He nodded and pulled off his goggles, throwing
them on the table with the food. She took this cue to strip out of her nightgown
and make her way to the bed. He watched her from the corner, his arms folded
across his chest. She was thin, but not fragile. Her breasts were full and heavy,
in perfect proportion to the length of her torso, the width of her hips. The
only flaw in her body was a tattoo, garish, too dark, in the narrow valley between
her breasts. It was a black knife, pointed downwards, wrapped in a red ribbon.
She lay down on the bed on her back
and kept her eyes on the man. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and
unbuckled his belt. He needed to take her once quickly, right away. It wasn't
going to be long, it wasn't going to be his best, but the sight of her naked
and trembling was making his stomach twitch. He needed to be inside of her.
They had to get the first fuck out of the way so he could take his time with
her later.
The weight shifted on the bed as he
lay down beside her, tracing his dark, thick fingers over her pale skin, over
the tattoo. She raised her arms above her head and grabbed the bars of the headboard.
Her skin pulled taut over her ribs, showing the outline of the bottom two. He
put a hand on her knee and urged her to spread her legs. When she complied immediately,
he found she was wet. He drew a fingertip between her legs and she saw the first
shadow of a smile crawl across his lips. It reassured her, calmed her, so she
closed her eyes and spread her legs further. He held her legs apart and leaned
in to kiss the side of her neck, where he could see her pulse racing through
her veins. Before he could go any further, she turned her head slightly and
opened her eyes.
"I'll behave for you, but I..."
For the first time she noticed that
his eyes were shining in the dark, like a cat, a wolf. They were a sickly green.
They searched her face, waiting for a reaction. His erection was pressing forward,
trying to enter her. Her knuckles whitened as she held fast to the iron bars.
"Please don't hurt me,"
she finally said.
Her breath smelled like sweet, juicy
oranges and he kissed her. His lips found hers and she felt his tongue slide
easily over her own. It sent a wave of warmth through her core, like a slow
lightning bolt, she felt her belly fill and tighten. And then he was inside
her, not moving, just breathing in the pleasure of feeling her muscles clenched
around him, her tight insides stretching to accommodate him. He kissed her again
and thrust into her deeper, making her back arch. Her breasts pressed against
him and she broke the kiss to gasp for air.
"Put your hands on me,"
he said, pulling her hands free from the headboard. She wrapped her arms around
his broad back and dug her fingertips into his skin as he flattened himself
on her, thrusting again and groaning against her cheek. "Soon," he
said, thrusting a bit faster. "Soon."
She nodded silently and closed her eyes again, pushing back against him and wrapping her calves around his knees. He pushed faster, his breath growing shallow. But it wasn't until she made the tiniest whimper in his ear that he stiffened and released inside of her.
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