In The Queen's Black Boots (part 4)

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Time to go.

The heat on Yuki’s skin was the kiss of a death rose.

As she dressed herself, shock and fear overcame her body. The reflection of man in the window was staring back at her, his mouth curved in malicious pleasure.

Yuki rushed for her helmet, threw it on before she opened the door, slamming it shut. She ran towards the direction of where the man was standing. He wasn’t there. She could smell him; a faint blend of musk, love and rustic blood.
Yuki searched through the crowd, spotting him as he bolted through the exit. Then the alarming memory of the body left in her room pulled her back.

Walking back towards her room, Yuki exercised her mind to remember the face she saw in the window. Black facial hair lined his jaw, long curly hair fell upon his shoulders. His eyes were strong and piercing, she felt them glow upon her through his reflection.

Locking the door from the inside, Yuki left a thick envelope on the coffee table and left through the back door that only opened from the inside. Running down the stairs, she hurried herself to her bike, leaving for the timing of the next mirage to make her exit.

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Back home, in the light of night, Yuki sits in her large bath, sipping on red wine. Lost in deep thought, all she could think about was that man. Who was he? She has never seen him in her club before. “Why the smell of blood? What does he know? How much did he see?”

“Obviously he wasn’t a threat to her with that devilish smile. He would have pounded open the door. But how did he know where I was, at that exact moment? Why was he there? A form of fascination….”

He must know about her somehow.

She repeated her thoughts as she kept the image of his face in her mind. Grabbing a tray, pencil and paper, Yuki quickly sketched what she remembered. Placing the drawing against wall by the faucet.
Studying it, she found that the man was quite alluring. His smile, she drew it just the way she saw it, evil and sexy.
Her thoughts brought her different questions, “I wonder how he sounds…”

The more she stared the more she felt the pull between her legs.

Lowering herself in the bath and lifting one leg over the side, Yuki couldn’t resist. She dreamed of meeting him, greeting him with a hug, fully embracing him, smelling him beneath his thick hair. She wondered what he would feel like under his clothes. Is he warm, cold? Did he have a nice balance of muscle and bone, with soft skin to dig her nails in?

Her thoughts even lingered to a great mystery of what lies beneath his belt. The more she thought of him, the more she let herself go; her fingers exploring to the regions of exotic pleasure. She matched the pace of her imagination as it carried into her darkest fantasies.

The memory of his smell had her picturing pearls of blood forming over his skin as her nails scratched at his back. Sitting on top of him, straddling him as he sat on pale colored sheets; her breath quickened and deepened, her body turned to the site as she pleasured herself in the warm water.

She pictured him holding her tight as her naked breasts against his neck, pressing down on her, reaching deep inside. Hearing him growl, pushing and pulling like the moon and tides at the right moments. The thoughts of them both climaxing, him biting her breast and growling as he releases; her digging in more, her fingers in flesh as she, too releases.

Time to close her eyes.

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