Fractured Crystal: Sapphires and Submission by M. J. Lawless Page A

outstretched arms, his eyes gazing down at her face, watching her as an orgasm built up again.
    Lifting her legs, her thighs rotating outwards, she slid her feet along his thighs and up towards his buttocks while her nails dug into his arms, gripping him tightly as he stretched and filled her. Her face was burning red, the blood surging to her cheeks almost as intensely as the burning sensation in her sex which was already soaking once more, flooding the sheets as it had poured out so often already.
    After only a few moments her own body began to undulate with a natural rhythm, breasts rising and falling, her breath at last coming freely and she gripped onto him as she came.
    “Oh God,” she muttered softly at last, holding him as she finally felt him softening within her, the walls of her vagina clinging to him as he gradually fell away.
    Now he kissed her, before removing himself completely and sitting with his back to her on the edge of the bed. Almost the position from where they had started — and this time, as she reached out to the nail-scarred back, her touch was more tentative, unsure of what would happen next.
    “I’m... I’m a difficult man,” he said at last.
    “That’s okay,” she replied quietly. “I’m a difficult woman.”
    He half turned to face her and smiled, somewhat sadly she thought. “That’s not quite what I mean,” he told her softly. “A lot can happen in ten days. You need to know that, if you’ll stay.”
    She nodded, but did not reply for a moment. “Do you want me to stay?” she asked at last.
    “Yes,” he replied. “But more than that, I want to find out what you really want .”
    This made her smile. “I think you know,” she said, letting her fingers fall along the muscles of his shoulders and biceps. His reply, however, slightly chilled her.
    “I think I do. But I’m not sure you do — not yet.” Again he turned that intent, serious gaze on her, watching her face, searching. “Go home,” he said at last. “For your own sake go back to Dalrigh — for tonight at least. If you come back tomorrow... Actually, it would probably be better for you if you didn’t return tomorrow. But if you do, then you’ll find out what you really need .”

 
Chapter Six
     
    Daniel’s final words had shaken Kris a little when she prepared to return to Dalrigh. Pulling on her clothes, she noticed with both amusement and some concern that her T-shirt had been well and truly torn in the earlier struggle (her concern arising from the fact that she suspected this was hardly a community that would approve of orgiastic ecstasies, the kirk dominating this town in a way that her Catholic family would have appreciated).
    Driving back to Dalrigh was itself an uncomfortable experience for another reason: her groin ached in a way that was far from pleasant now, and spreading her legs apart in even the smallest degree was somewhat painful. Good God! She hadn’t been fucked like that since... Kris realised that she had never been fucked like that.
    That in itself made her nervous: she was on holiday for another ten days, and if Daniel Logan took her like that every single day she seriously wondered if she’d ever be able to walk again. Fuck! That thought alone made her start to become damp once more and she trembled as she drove home very, very slowly. Damn it! Her body was rebelling against any sense that she may try to instil it. Her cunt — and that was precisely what it was at this moment: an evil, selfish, demanding, hungry cunt — knew what it wanted. It wanted to be filled and fucked and commanded. It didn’t seem to mind the pain.
    Shaking her head, Kris couldn’t believe what she was thinking, nor, indeed, how lascivious and crude those thoughts were. In fact, the entire experience was one that made her grin like the proverbial cat who had got her cream. At that moment, it occurred to her that she had not had a single thought about Mark Travis — ostensibly the cause of her