snare - Chapter 4, Part III

The story so far...
Walking home from a late night out with her friends, Rebecca made the decision to cross the local cemetery. Both as a shortcut and to satisfy a hidden dark desire that had haunted her ever since she lived across from it. Halfway across, she bumped into a figure and against all common-sense responded to his greetings. It was a moment, she was to soon find out, that would have a profound effect on her life and change her forever. She would never really know what kink in the thread of time that caused her to invite this mysterious man with dark fathomless eyes into her house. Would she regret this decision. Would he open doors that had been firmly sealed for many years, or would he tear her soul apart...

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REBECCA STOOD UP SLOWLY TAKING HER TIME TO AFFORD HIM A LONG LOOK AT HER FIGURE. She was proud of her body, her slender neck, her full breasts, the way her hips accentuated the deep curve of her waist. She was tall for a woman, and once she slipped her feet into her high-heeled boots, she tended to intimidate most of those she encountered-especially the average woman. With deliberate slowness she smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt, the material sighing underneath her hands. She realized that she was stalling but she needed the time to gather herself and her thoughts. What was it about this man that pulled her out of her element? First, she found herself engaging in conversation with a stranger that had just finished pissing against a tree for god's sake and now here he was seated in her living room drinking tea. And she had kissed him too!
Her heart pulsed steadily along the vein in her neck. Her head hurt with the myriad of thoughts that clashed within. Her thighs tingled with longing and desire. The lips of her pussy prickled deliciously, moistening her with raw lust.

He was looking at her, no make that staring at her with those unfathomable deep dark eyes. She felt almost trapped like a bird inside a net fluttering helplessly against the nylon webbing. She tended to freeze every time he locked his gaze at her. Just like now. Her feet felt like steel, magnetized to the floor. A chill ran down her arms, prickling the fine hairs to attention. Suddenly, the wind outside shifted, rattling the windows and she started, a small gasp escaping her lips.
Dirk smiled at her, flashing those perfect ivory teeth. Rebecca blinked. Were those fangs along the corners of his mouth or was her imagination getting the better of her. It had been a long day and even longer evening. She was tired. She was beginning to see things.

"Do I make you nervous, Rebecca?". Her name rolled from his tongue like velvet on skin making her shiver.
"Considering the events of the evening, I would have to say yes.
What is it exactly you want from me?"
"Why do you say that?"
Rebecca smirked. "You certainly didn't follow me home for my tea"
"You didn't stop me"
"Look, that moment against the tree...that was...was impulsive on my part". She touched her lips as the memory flashed behind her eyes, "and stupidly reckless".
He leaned forward onto his knees, his sincerity almost genuine. "That would apply to myself too".
"I'll accept that as a form of apology"

She turned away before he could answer, heading towards the kitchen. "Would you like something to eat?"

Tell me you didn't just say that! She liked to call the little voice of her conscience Common-sense Susan. And many a-times good ol' Susan had saved her from some rather precarious situations. Standing by the sink, Rebecca stopped to think. What the fuck was that? do you want something to eat? you hardly know this man. First you kiss him, then you invite him home and now you want him to stay! He could be a serial killer or...shit! it might even be that rapist that's been all over the news lately. Fuck! what was his description again...I really should've paid attention...too late now isn't it? Now your rambling...

Her skin tingled as the fine hairs along the back of her neck slowly arose. She spun around. Dirk was standing in the doorway. How did he get there without the floor boards creaking? She leaned back against the counter unable to move-trapped once again by his eyes as he walked towards her.

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