Page 17 of Love in the Dark

He can’t resist any longer. With one hand, he gently guides her head toward him, his other hand firmly on the steering wheel. Cherrie's mouth envelopes him, her lips soft and wet, her tongue teasing and tasting. Azazel moans as he surrenders to the pleasure. The car speeds through the night, the streets a blur.

Cherrie’s mouth works its magic, her hands now joining in, stroking and caressing him. Azazel's breath quickens, his body tensing with the mounting pleasure. "That's it, baby," he groans, his hands threading through her hair, guiding her with a gentle, yet insistent, rhythm. "Take all of me. Fuck, your mouth feels so good." Her soft moans vibrate around him, sending shocks of pleasure straight to his groin. Cherrie's technique is flawless, a combination of suction and teasing licks that have Azazel on the edge in no time.

The car seems to sense their passionate pace, flying through the night as if it, too, is driven by their lust. Azazel's grip on her hair tightens as he nears his climax. "Fuck, Cherrie, I'm close. So damn close. Where do you want me to—" Before he can finish his sentence, she swallows him down, taking him deep into her throat as her hands squeeze and massages. Azazel cries out, his body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him.

Cherrie savors his taste as she continues to milk him with her mouth, drawing out his orgasm. Finally, spent and sated, he looks at Cherrie and smiles. Damn, baby, that was… Beyond words. But we're not done yet. I plan on returning the favor tenfold."

She winks at him, her lips glistening in the moonlight. "I should hope so. But for now, let's focus on the task at hand. We have a job to do, and then we can really let loose." With that, they continue their journey into the heart of the city, their bodies sated for the moment but their desires only grow as they anticipate the pleasures that lay ahead. The night is young, and the city lights beckon them, promising new scenes for their erotic adventures.

Chapter Eight

Don’t Breathe

Azazel exits the highway and maneuvers their vehicle through the city streets with practiced ease, eventually pulling into a secluded area on the outskirts, bringing the car to a gentle stop. The location is quiet, isolated, and illuminated only by the soft moonlight, casting an eerie beauty upon the surroundings.

“Here we are," he announces, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Our very own private playground."

“A graveyard? Finally!” Cherrie enthuses. “My milkshake brings all the crazies to the yard!” Cherrie sings as she skips away

Azazel works on pulling the target out of his trunk. They check their weapons, ensuring they’re prepared for whatever lays ahead, and then, they venture deeper into the graveyard, dragging their victim along.

"Where am I?" The target mumbles, his voice strained with fear. "Why am I tied up? What do you want from me?"Suddenly, he senses movement, and a woman's voice, sultry and dangerous, whispers in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Shhh, my dear. All will be revealed in due time. For now, just know that you're exactly where we want you to be," Cherrie says.

The victim feels a hand, calloused yet gentle, stroking his cheek, and a man's voice, deep and commanding. "Cheating on your wife, then trying to have her killed? Naughty naughty." The man struggles to try to free himself.

“No, you have to…” The victim tries to spit out

Cherrie jumps in. “Shh… shh. Quiet now, or I’ll have your tongue. You are ruining mine and Daddy’s date night.”

“Now, now, my little demon, this was a special order, buried alive so he can… reflect,”Azazel reminds her.

“Fine, let’s get on with it. Just buried alive and no playtime.” Cherrie sighs.

They place him before an antiquated tombstone, its surface weathered and etched with the names of those long departed. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and the promise of impending doom. The man's blindfold is removed, and he finds himself facing a grotesquely painted effigy, its hollow eyes staring back at him, reflecting the moonlight in an eerie semblance of life.

With shaking hands, he reaches out, his fingertips brushing against the cold, hard surface, only to feel the sudden, sharp bite of restraints being tightened around his wrists. "Welcome to your worst nightmare," Azazel whispers, his hot breath fanning over the man's ear. "Your wife says she’ll love you for all eternity by the way."

As the man processes Azazel's words, his heart pounds in his chest, and his eyes widen in terror. He thrashes against his bindings, fear coursing through his veins. "No, please, don't do this! Let me go! I'll do anything!"

Cherrie, her eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and cruelty, steps closer, running a finger along his cheek. "Anything? Are you sure about that?" she purrs. "Because we'd be happy to oblige. All you have to do is play along."

The man's breath hitches, his gaze bouncing between his two captors, his eyes pleading. "Please... just tell me what you want."

Azazel smiles, an unnerving curve of his lips as he draws closer, his voice silken and dangerous. "We want you to scream, to beg, to plead for your life. We want to watch you squirm and struggle against your restraints. And in return..."

Cherrie continues, her voice honeyed and laced with temptation. "In return, we'll bury you quickly. " The man's eyes dart between the two. His breathing becomes labored as he starts to scream for help and fight against his restraints.

Cherrie giggles and squeals. “Daddy I love this part!”

Azazel, currently digging says, “I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself, my ball of chaos, but any chance you want to help me dig?

“First, no playtime…second, do hard labor. You’re pushing your luck, Daddy.”

The two dig a ditch deep enough to place the victim inside. Azazel unchains the captive's wrists, only to secure them with fresh ropes, binding them tightly behind his back. The captive's breath quickens when he feels himself being lowered into the grave, the cold, damp earth wrapping around his body.

“Do you feel that?" Azazel's voice echoes above him. "That's the weight of the soil, the world closing in around you. The very earth wants to consume you, to make you one with it."

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