Page 33 of Diary of Darkness


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“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t think it would be wise to continue seeing her again after tonight. By all means fuck her, but after tonight I need you to promise me you will not try to see her again.”

I’m incensed.How dare she dictate to me?“I’ll make no such promise. I’m a grown man and I can make my own decisions.”

“But you must sever all ties with her. You know you must!”

“Why?”

“Youknowvery well why.”

“No, actually I don’t. Please enlighten me.”

She falls silent. I’m toying with her mind again and it’s driving her insane.Good. Let her sweat a bit.

“Just see to it that Jessica is here tonight,” I growl. “Bring her to me for eight-thirty…if you know what’s good for you.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” my mother asks, and I can hear the hurt in her voice.

I make no response, leaving her to fill in the gaps. The fear on her face is hilarious. I absolutely love torturing her. Satisfied I’ve won this battle, I return to the piano and resume playing. Quietly, Beatrix leaves the room.

As soon as she’s gone, everything goes into free fall. Music continues to pervade the room, but the melody goes a tad offkey, a reflection of my chaotic inner state. My throat constricts and my heart is beating so fast it feels like it will explode.My God, Jessica wants to see me?Not only that, but she says she is now prepared to sleep with me. This doesn’t seem real.

How can all my dreams be coming true at once? I simply don’t believe it. There’s no way this can be happening. Nothing in life is ever this easy, and I suspect there must be a catch somewhere. There justhasto be. Why would she suddenly change her mind? There’s got to be a reason. Of course, I desperately want to see her, but I’m not a fool. There has got to be more to this than meets the eye, so I am going to have to keep myself on high alert.

In the meantime, I can savour the excitement of preparing for our date tonight. In a haze of anticipation, I spend the day fantasising about what the night will bring. In the afternoon, I follow my usual exercise routine and go for an hour’s run around the estate. Then sometime around six pm, I head upstairs to my bedroom and enter my enormous walk-in wardrobe to find something suitable to wear.

Most of my clothes are bespoke designs made in Europe by the finest tailors and everything is hung meticulously by order of colour. It takes me forever to decide what to wear but eventually I settle on a white shirt, black trousers, an embroidered waistcoat and smart leather brogues. Despite my obvious physical shortcomings, I still like to dress to impress and make the most of myself. To finish up, I search through my collection of vintage watches and select one which matches my ensemble.

Once I’m satisfied with my selections, I take a long hot shower and then, at just before eight pm, I get dressed and give Mrs Bullivant instructions to send Jessica straight to my bedroom as soon as she arrives. Tonight, there will be no dinner, no long-drawn-out conversations, no pussy footing around. Tonight, I want to cut the bullshit, get straight down to business, and find out exactly what Jessica wants from me. I am willing to do anything she asks, prepared to pay any price to get her to consent to the unspeakable acts of carnal pleasure I have planned for her tonight. No more delays, no more games, no more excuses. Tonight, no matter what happens, I am going to fuck the living shit out of her. And she’s going to enjoy it, she’s going to beg for more. That I can promise.

As eight-thirty approaches, I get flustered and begin marching up and down my room, scarcely able to contain my eagerness. Every part of my body is on fire. My God, I can’t wait for her to get here. I can’t wait to see her. The time is passing so bloody slowly, this feels like absolute torture. Collapsing in a high-backed armchair, I survey my surroundings with a critical eye. I’ve got to admit that my bedroom is the perfect romantic setting: a roaring fire, an enormous four-poster bed fitted with the finest silk-sheets and a view which looks out onto the most beautiful vista of British countryside imaginable. It could not possibly fail to impress.

Finally, at precisely eight-thirty, I hear movement in the hall below, a murmur of voices, followed swiftly by ascending footsteps on the stairs.She’s here!Weak with nerves, I run my fingers through my hair and straighten up my clothing in preparation to meet my bewitching enchantress. Even before she enters the room, she’s piercing my senses. The hold she has over me is something almost mystical.

Slowly, the bedroom door creaks open, and Jessica enters timidly looking so gorgeous it’s a struggle for me to think. Without a scrap of make-up and dressed in old jeans and a T-shirt, she has that sexy ‘just rolled out of bed’ look that I’m certain was contrived to play down her attractiveness but has quite the opposite effect. If anything, her casual clothes and slightly dishevelled appearance only serve to enhance her natural beauty. Purity radiates from every pore of her being, and it only makes me want her even more. It makes me want to corrupt her…

Briefly, Mrs Bullivant announces her and then inquires if we would both like anything to drink.

“We’ll have some red wine,” I say authoritatively. “And after that, Mrs Bullivant, please see to it that we are not disturbed for the rest of the night.”

“Very good, sir. I shall bring the wine up directly.” The housekeeper scuttles off, leaving the two of us alone to face the uncomfortable silence.

Jessica keeps her eyes fixed on the floor and I notice her hands are trembling. My penis stirs. God, everything about her arouses me to near paralytic levels. I can’t stop staring at her lips. I long to bite and suck on them. I yearn to feel their softness against mine.

“How was the drive up?” I ask at last. “Was there a lot of traffic driving up from London?”

“No, it was fine,” she replies, tucking a hair behind her ear. “The journey seemed a lot quicker this time around. I guess that happens when you visit a place for the second time.”

“Yes. It’s just one of those things. Although time is relative, is it not?”

She nods and doesn’t seem to know what to do with her hands. The fear and revulsion on her face are all too apparent, but I pay it no mind. I am far too excited to care.

“Why don’t you sit down?” I purr. “You must be tired after your journey.”

Jessica shakes her head. “I’d rather keep standing, if that’s okay.”

She really needs to loosen up. Perhaps some wine will help take the edge off things…

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