Sweet Eternal Torment Ch. 01-02

With a startlingly fierce intensity, he knew beyond a doubt that he loved the woman gazing down at him. He knew it wasn't entirely a new revelation. He had known in part, yet denied it for longer than he cared admitting to. He'd loved Catsy as soon as he'd met her—officially—though he had steadfastly refused to accept that he could have feelings for her. But if they were meant to be together surely he could...

'Dr. Naughton... I'm sorry—I know you don't approve of this sort of thing... I just couldn't help it. I wanted...' She sounded breathless. Her eye contact with him was erratic. She was nervous.

The bonds holding him back were multiplying his frustration. He needed to reassure her and pull her close. His own firm conviction on the matter stunned him. It was completely out of character for him to want anyone even remotely close. She obviously wasn't sure what he wanted and that was what held her back from doing anything further. –Easily resolved. Scott fought to locate his voice.

'Come down here, Catsy.' If she had come to him she had to have thought he was a normal man. In which case, she'd wanted to pleasure him for whatever the reason. He saw no use in disabusing her of her mission now that both of them could find satisfaction. He lifted himself to her as far as the ropes allowed and strived to stretch far enough to get his face close to hers. 'It's alright. I'm not annoyed.' His voice was a rough placation. He wasn't naïve enough to think she mirrored his feelings for her but this was a start. He was able to give her the pleasure she must crave and they were in the ideal setting to go ahead with what they wanted. Even if she wasn't capable of caring for him, he could still give her this. He knew what the female half of those like him tended to be like. For the most part they were emotionally evasive. –That wasn't at all unlike the males either, for that matter.

She saw him hesitate and inch back when she didn't immediately obey him. He must've thought she was insane for wanting to do this to him and then apparently changing her mind. She nervously moved well within his reach. She searched his eyes and held her breath as he came forward again. His gaze being on her lips as he neared made her tense until his mouth caught hers. All of a sudden she was the one who was pushing him back onto the bed. She came down along with him and eased on top of him. A deep groan resounded in his chest in response to her sudden closeness. It tugged at her composure. She hadn't intended on pleasing herself; only him and thankfully she still could even though he hadn't turned out to be who she thought he was. The truth was something she was still digesting. If Scott Naughton was an immortal like she was and they could take pleasure from each other's touch, that meant—

'You belong to me...' He was whispering in her ear with no little awe. 'You are mine. I never dreamed I'd find you. You are everything I'd imagined I could want.' The claim uttered with such certainty made her shiver. She started to see with unwavering clarity that he wouldn't be letting this matter drop. Not in the foreseeable future. He may be the one tied to the bed but he sounded determined and in control. She began to wonder what she had gotten herself into.

'That doesn't mean I'm your's.'

He could beg to differ that detail from where he was laying. She was all but clinging to him with only her nightgown and underwear separating them. 'Either you take what you came here to get or you untie me and let me do it to you myself.' To his dismay she didn't remove all of her clothes. She stood up and slid off her panties. It was then that she paid attention to how erect he really was. He heard her gasp and read where her thoughts were going. 'You can take your time. –As long as you take me, I don't care.' He had seriously changed his tune from the persona he'd adopted for the past month.

'I didn't think you felt that way about me. You've been saying—'

'Forget what I've said.'

She knelt on the bed between his thighs and considered him. 'On second thoughts... I don't think I will do that.' She successfully smothered anything he had to say about it by resealing the tape over his mouth. 'It's all right—I'll still make sure you're seen to.' There was a very disapproving look in his eyes. However, he didn't attempt to say anything or grumble about it. She took his throbbing cock in her hand. The soft velvety skin encasing something so rigid made her head spin. Her desire to bury it deep within her made her feel curiously hot and empty between her legs. It wasn't a feeling she appreciated. Neither was she all that familiar with it but it was better than the alternative. Scott had acquired a dangerous look in his eyes and she wasn't about to take her chances by leaving herself so vulnerable. The resulting adrenaline rush could be exactly what he needed to break free of the ropes holding him. He didn't need that extra provocation. She wasn't at all sure that she'd be able to control him after this as things were. She could sense there were some unsafe emotions simmering deep inside him somewhere. Emotions she daren't lift the lid on for fear of being scalded. If she let things get too far; she knew there may be no end to it. –No light at the end that she could escape through. He would never let her leave if he got it into his head that he needed her.

The hand that was gliding up and down his rigid length stilled. He raised his head from the pillow to discern what she was doing and instantly regretted it. Catsy knew he was watching as she lowered her head to press her soft lips to the head of his staff. The view was his undoing. He gasped sharply and it shattered into a groan. He couldn't help himself. The sensation was intense and mind-numbing in its magnitude. It was a burning pleasure to feel her tongue slide about him. His whole body burned to the touch but his attention was focussed in one area and on the woman that was undoing him. She was simply giving. She had no intention of receiving. By coincidence, the one thing he desired now was to have the one thing she wasn't offering him. He longed for it but it was being denied him.

Her mouth closed evocatively around his swollen appendage. Scott's head fell back on another telling groan. The sound reverberated through every sensitive part of her. –Replying to a question his body had asked. She hadn't known how much it would tease her to appease his hunger. It didn't escape her notice that she was the only one in the world capable of giving him this. He hadn't experienced a thing like it in all his life. A lifetime was a long time to live not knowing what life had to offer and that was only the least of it. It was possible that he'd lived far longer than one lifetime already.

Scott visibly appeared to have reached some conclusion. He lifted and to her horror began pulling at his right arm, trying his utmost to free himself. Straining, he got the arm free and looked into her nervous face. His first order of business was to rip the duct tape from his mouth.

'There is no reason to be frightened of me. You couldn't have held me down during this, not even with chains. You had to know that Catsy.'

Inwardly she had to grudgingly accept that she understood his need. She hadn't been willing to offer all of herself yet but she couldn't avoid it now. –Admitting that much was easy. She didn't have a choice. She was no match for this form of persuasion and she wouldn't have wanted to refuse him anyway. She just couldn't. –Not him. Scott was too desirable to every sense she owned. What wasn't easy to admit was why she wanted to alleviate his mental anguish too. She longed to mollify him even on an entirely emotional level, though she couldn't yet comprehend the full reasons why.

He untied his other hand while she sat between his legs helplessly awaiting him. When he was free to sit up he did so and hauled her into his arms. He'd wanted to do that ever since she had fondled his chest. Not being able to had been killing him. He held her hard and gloried at her slight frame and soft body. He was oddly honoured when her arms slipped around his bare waist to hug him back. Doing his best to ignore her startled gasp, he released her enough to kiss her. He immediately plundered the inside of her mouth with his tongue and she returned the caresses as eagerly as he gave them. Catsy moaned delicately and leaned into him further. Truthfully, her reaction took him unawares. He didn't expect such ready passion to ignite in response to him.

He juggled her while simultaneously undoing the ropes that kept his feet anchored. The only sound she made once she'd realised her predicament was a little noise of surprise. He was awarded a louder one when he moved to pick her up. Her eyes were wide with curiosity by the time he laid her down in the middle of the bed. He broke out in a smile only for it to melt away as she reached up to stroke her fingertips down the side of his face. The amusement he had derived from her had been forgotten and passion took over his features. She really seemed to be in awe of him. It was so unfamiliar and unnatural that anyone could feel this way about him that it was disconcerting. As much as he didn't like to admit it, it was a confusing experience to have someone take such a personal interest.

'Are you happy?' Catsy asked innocently. Under her fingers she felt rather than saw his jaw clench.

'There's only one way I will answer that question. If you would open your legs?'

'Can't I have the verbal translation?'

He raised an eyebrow. 'The verbal translation would simply be like subtitles for the action.'

Her brow furrowed and she folded her arms across her chest between them. Scott took unfounded offence at the action and frowned straight back at her. He was obscenely close to pinning her arms to her sides.

'I don't see why this question is so tricky to answer in a straightforward way. Does that mean you are happy?'

'What do you think?'

'I think you're being difficult on purpose because you don't want to explain your hesitation in answering.'

She knew that part of him was angry, but there was something else. She could swear there was sadness there in his eyes. There was a tangle of other emotions running through him. She could feel them as if they were her own. Why hadn't he just lied to her to satisfy her compulsion to ask questions? It seemed more like his response sprung from an inability to lie to her rather than an active choice not to on his part.

Catsy started to wonder where this sixth sense for Scott was arising from.

He contemplated her in a strange way before answering. 'Right enough. You didn't come for a prolonged discussion.' He paused as if he were reconsidering her question. 'But the short answer is yes, if it honestly matters to you.' She had no idea how much of a big deal it was just now to have him explain a part of himself to her. She just smiled.

–It was good to see her smile, he decided. She nodded and her look of contentment stayed in place up until he had settled himself by her side and he began lifting her thin gown up to her waist. Her smile faltered. Anticipation thrummed through every nerve he possessed.

He watched her closely to gauge her reaction as he opened her and slid one long finger into her slick entrance. She tensed at the intrusion and then relaxed, though still visibly nervous. Catsy was very wet for him and infinitely soft and warm. His whole body hardened in reaction to her change in expression. It went from openly curious to a delicate frown and he knew she was struggling to cope with all of these new sensations. Her eyes were closed so he felt much more comfortable watching and experiencing her than when her eyes were on him. He felt less questioned and more trusted, for it indeed took trust for a woman in her position to close her eyes in his presence. He reasoned that it wasn't likely she had heard about his reputation. Nevertheless she was being unquestionably welcoming of his needs. She bit her lip when he made a stroking movement with his finger. That telling sign of how she was enjoying the myriad feelings provoked him to push things that one bit further. He withdrew and sank a second finger in alongside the first. Her hands instantly flew to grab him. One landed on his upper arm and the other had a firm grip on the wrist between her thighs. Scott couldn't work out whether she was trying to stop him or guide him but she was failing regardless.

She couldn't stop him—couldn't draw his hand away from its purpose. Her breaths were coming in short bursts and she only partially managed to contain a sob. His thumb was gently teasing the overly sensitive bud that was her clitoris in conjunction with sliding his fingers back and forth into her. Her own vulnerability to this virtual stranger was causing a bitter distress to well inside her and she urged him closer with the hand she had up on his arm in a silent plea. She wanted his compassion however small the amount that he possessed may be.

Her hand slipped up to hold the back of his neck as he conceded and lowered his torso to her. He planted a feather-light kiss on her neck in experimentation. Her skin was as soft as he thought it would be beneath his lips. The feelings were so divine that it felt forbidden.

'Oh Catsy... I—' Scott stopped and swallowed the words he had intended to say. Mentally, he tried to shake his head free of whatever it was that seemed to entangle his emotions.

'What?' The tone of his voice had startled her. He'd sounded uncharacteristically emotional, which didn't suit him at all. Scott Naughton could be distant and unfeeling without being unkind. For as long as she'd been associated with him he had been detached from others. –Up until now.

'I—I think you're beautiful. I always have, I just couldn't say it before.' Catsy couldn't bear the strain she heard in his voice. He was fighting his self over this and she didn't like it. For their kind it didn't bode well to hold back because it invited frustration and anger. The men especially, were notorious for bottling up volatile emotions that needed venting. Some got so bad that they turned detrimental towards others and themselves.

She knew he needed a release and she wasn't willing to let him put it off any longer. 'I want you.' She pleaded into his shoulder.

An open-mouthed kiss placed on her bare skin diverted her attention from the hand that was causing tingling waves of raw excitement through her body. She knew the repeated motion of his fingers must be making him crazy with need. His roughened breathing was loud in her ear. It made her want him so badly that turning her head to meet his parted lips was automatic. He didn't expect it and buckled under her kiss until he couldn't do anything but sink into the passion she provoked. Scott was the one to pull free. He avoided looking into her stormy eyes.

She supposed it may not have been expected of her to continue such an intimacy. It implied a depth of feeling that wasn't part of the bargain they had struck.

'I... I like it when you kiss me... It makes me feel like you care...' She said by ways of an explanation. Too much of her was being revealed to him but she felt she needed to share the insight with him. Maybe it was the shock of such an intense shared intimacy that frightened her into, ironically, trying to close the emotional gap between them.

Scott wanted to say it. He wanted to tell her he cared. He had been about to tell her far more than that a minute earlier before he'd stopped himself. He cared about her in a ludicrously deep way that teetered on the edge of foolishness. He didn't want to risk her pushing him away. He didn't know her all that well but he'd always cared about what happened to her and how she was coping with her life at TLT. It hadn't been any of his business, but he had still cared ever since he'd first taken notice of her almost five years ago. Thinking about it now, the fact that she had stood out to him at all had been a sign that she wasn't just 'anybody' to him. Evidently, she had missed his compulsion to keep tabs on her. The thought made him wonder if she could in fact sense it through his kiss without realising it for what it was.

He couldn't say the words so he left it unsaid and traced his lips up the side of her neck instead. When he reached her lips he locked them with his tenderly and hoped she could distinguish the truth of his feelings without him needing to say it aloud. He had never said the words to anyone. He couldn't.

She licked her bottom lip, 'could you... maybe use your tongue like before...?' It took determination for him not to laugh at her request.

She didn't realise that she had opened her legs and before she could close them he was resting inside them; his slender hips cradled by her inner thighs. 'Didn't you also want this...?' He was kissing her and he gave her no opportunity to ask what he meant. He could smell the heavy aroma of her need; he could feel her damp, burning heat on the thick throbbing head of his cock. He couldn't handle resisting anymore. He flexed his muscles hard and pushed into her. The feeling was reality-rocking. Scott felt her body give way around his unforgiving intrusion and she yelped as it did. He continued to massage her clit with his slick fingers; thrusting as slowly as he could bear.

For a while all she felt was the pain. She was used to far worse but it receded until a definite pleasure began building to a height she had no way of knowing existed. She could hardly believe that she could have ended up ignorant of this feeling for her whole life if not for Scott. 'Harder.' –She found herself whimpering to him. Scott sighed with all the sweet relief he felt at her permission.

'Yes...! Deeper...' In response he lifted Catsy's legs and spread then wide open. He pushed the entire length of him in—pushed it so far inside that she squealed.

His hips forcefully rocking into her pushed her beyond the pleasure she'd marvelled at. He felt her climax squeeze him. Her shuddering body closing around him almost broke his control. She gasped and sobbed her pleasure with a broken exclamation of his name on her lips. Once he'd kissed her senseless—drunk in as much as he could of the woman who had finally let down her defences against him—Catsy arched her hips into him and he lost himself within her, trembling through an experience that shattered his view of the world. She clutched his waist and held him through it. Once he was spent he couldn't find words adequate enough to relate the moment as he saw it. He was sated and content but troubled that one experience with this woman could change so much of his life.

For a long time they were peacefully quiet, save the sound of their laboured breathing.

'...Are you okay? Was that—?'

'I'm better than okay,' She assured him, closing her eyes. Though to herself she had to admit that she'd be fooling herself if she thought there was anything more to having sex with him than what there really was. She knew she had to be grateful that she had found him in the first place. It would certainly make her life a lot easier and less painful. However, she was single-minded about trying to limit her contact with him in future. She wouldn't torment herself by disillusioning her mind in that way. She knew he didn't care about her, even if it seemed as though he did while they shared a bed.

'I'm sorry for not realising you were mine before. If I had known... I would have claimed you much sooner and you wouldn't have had to sink this far to get to me. I want you to stay in my quarters from now on. We've already wasted time.' He came to rest partly to one side of her. He brushed the backs of his knuckles across one of her flushed cheeks. She reluctantly lifted her eyes to his. The green in them was too piercing at the moment for comfort. She had to look away.