Maneater II

As soon as I got home, I had to cum. And then, about an hour later, I went again. And after dinner… again. I was insatiable. I don’t know what she’d done to me, but I couldn’t stop. All I could think about was her, I could still taste her on my tongue, feel her skin, hear her moaning for me…

It felt so good. And every time it felt… almost like I was being connected to her. Every time I moaned her name, I felt closer. And I needed to be as close as possible. I needed to feel it again, whatever it was that came over me in her office. Whatever it was that she’d done to me… I needed more.

“Fuck… Jennifer…”

“Yes… you taste so good. More… ”

“Oh god… yes. Yes… ”

“Let me taste you, please. Let me… oh god. Yes… ”

I had gone over every second of that day in my head again and again, replaying every moment from watching her undress in her office to being on my knees for her, my fingers pressing into her thighs, tasting her… I was still ravenous. Still so hungry. Nothing I thought about excited me… unless it was her.

“Yes… oh god. Jennifer… ”

I woke up just as aroused as when I went to bed. I showered, ate breakfast, tried to distract myself… but I couldn’t.

Once I started researching her, I couldn’t stop. It had started as curiosity, then evolved into an obsession…

I started to look up more photos of her online, listened to interviews she had done just to hear her voice again. I had only just been with her yesterday - but I felt deprived.

I needed to know everything I could about her. I found her socials, her professional accounts… it struck me as odd that she moved jobs a lot. Only about a year at each company…

Elite Industries caught my eye on her profile… I remembered seeing something about it in the news… they had a string of bad luck running up to the company going under…

As soon as I typed the company name into the search bar, the news footage came back to me. From about a year ago… the disappearance of the CEO, Mike Hannon… followed by several suicides. Chalked up to a bad economy and a failing business…

I scrolled down, hoping to settle the uneasy feeling growing in my stomach, but then I saw her photo.

‘Jennifer Riley, the youngest CEO appointed to Elite Industries, celebrates record-breaking come-back sales year.’

Wait… Jennifer… Riley? The photo was of her… I don’t think I could ever mistake that face. But… who was Jennifer Riley?

Maybe she was married before? Had a different surname because of it?

A chill ran up my spine as I began to dig deeper… looking into each one of the companies listed on her profile. Every single one of them had some kind of tragedy linked to it - disappearances, suicides, even the murder of a high ranking official, allegedly by his assistant, who he was rumored to be having an affair with.

I half-expected that photo to be of her as well… anything was possible at this point. But it wasn’t.

Scrolling further down, though, was an image of her running a 10k marathon for the company… as their new CEO. Jennifer Roscoe, was the name listed.

What the fuck is going on?

The deeper I dug, the more questions I had. And the more afraid I became. This wasn’t just a case of identity fraud… there was something about her… something not quite right.

I couldn’t quell the desire she’d stirred in me, but the sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach almost made me dizzy.

One thing was for sure: Jennifer Reese wasn’t real.

I spent all morning looking. I’m embarrassed to admit how far into the rabbit hole I went. But no matter what I did… I only had more questions, not answers.

It seemed like she’d had other names before… other identities - the latest one was Jennifer Reese. Before that, Jennifer Riley - she lived in Kansas. Jennifer Roscoe, Los Angeles. Jennifer Rolland, Denver. Always those initials, JR.

She seemed to replay her story again and again in different places. A successful career-type, rising to power in a large, faceless corporation, with lots of people working under her… and then… if you dug deep enough, you’d find it. In every city… the mysterious resignations of staff, the accusations… the missing persons reports…

I thought about Jessie, and my heart sank.

He’d always been a bit of a flake… but not hearing from him for this long, after he’d spent a night with her… everything I’d learned about her, all the questions I had… I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew then that something had gone wrong. I knew he was in trouble… if it wasn’t already too late.

God, what have I done?

“Hey, handsome”

“Hey. Did you uh… did you find the place okay? ”

“Yeah, it was simple. Uh… are you going to invite me in?”

“Yeah, sorry. Of course, come in. Let me… can I take that for you? ”

“Such a gentleman…”

She removed her coat and handed it to me, and I draped it across the back of the bench. She placed her hand on my arm, bracing herself as she removed her heels, one at a time… her bare toes scrunching a little against the cold tiles.

I could feel my cock hardening already in my pants as I watched her wander down the hallway into the kitchen.

“So… what did you have in mind?”

The articles, the questions, Jessie… all of it left my mind as she leaned over my kitchen counter. The top buttons of her blouse were undone. God, she looked so good.

“What?”

“For dinner. What did you have in mind?”

“Oh… there’s this great Italian place just a few blocks from here. Or uh… sushi. There’s a new place I’ve been meaning to— ”

“Maybe we can just stay in? You look so good, I could just devour you, actually… ”

Her fingertips trailed over the countertop as she spoke. She picked up a knife from the cutting block and seemed to gaze at her reflection in the shiny metal for a moment before turning her attention back to me.

“I could cook for you. You know… to treat you… thank you… for yesterday. ”

“Yesterday…”

Images of yesterday flashed through my mind and my cock hardened again instantly… thinking about kissing her, tasting her…

She twirled the knife in her hand a few times, the glint of it catching the light as she stared at me. Her eyes trailed down my body, to the obvious bulge in my pants.

“Yesterday… You enjoyed yesterday, didn’t you? ”

“Yes…”

I could feel the fear coursing through my veins as she moved around the counter, the knife still in her hand.

“Tell me what you enjoyed about it.”

“Everything.”

Panic pulsed through me, but the only sensation stronger than that was the ache I felt to touch her again. My cock twitched hard as she set the knife down on the counter and leaned in, her lips pressing against my ear.

“And right now… how do you feel right now? Tell the truth. ”

“I want you… And… I’m… afraid. ”

“Good. I need you afraid. Mmmm… what else? ”

Her hand trailed down my chest and her delicate fingers traced the bulge in my pants as she looked up at me.

“I want—”

“What do you want?”

It felt like a war being waged in my mind. I wanted to question her, to get to the bottom of this, to ask about Jessie and the fake identities and her past. But more than that, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to please her.

““I want answers. About you. Who… are you? ”

“What do you mean?”

“Jennifer…”

Her fingers worked to slowly undo my belt buckle as I struggled to stay in my right mind. She leaned in to me again, her lips pressing against my neck, causing goosebumps to scatter across my entire body.

“Yes?”

I attempted to push away from her slightly, my hands gripping her waist to hold her apart from me. I had to find answers. I had to know the truth.

“I figured it out. You… you’re not Jennifer Reese. You— you’ve done this before. You’re— what are you? ”

“Shhh… it’s okay.”

She pushed closer to me, her breasts pressing up against my chest as she leaned in to kiss me. As soon as I tasted her lips, I knew it was no use. I melted into her.

“You know… you’re a lot smarter than I thought. Most don’t figure it out… and if they do… well, they don’t put up nearly as much of a fight as you… Your friend certainly didn’t. ”

Her words echoed around in my mind. A fight. I was– I should resist this. I should find answers. I needed to find answers. For myself, for Jessie. I—

My friend… Jessie. What– what happened to him? What did you—

I tried again to push away from her, but it was no use. Her hands began fumbling with my belt buckle as she sank to her knees…

“Never mind that. I’ll make you forget all about it…”

She looked up at me as she pulled my cock out of my boxers, pressing her tongue against the tip.

“But I—”

“I don’t normally do this… but you… I like you. How feisty you are. I want to see where this goes… ”

Her hands gripped my thighs as she slid her tongue up and down my shaft… then, she took my cock into her mouth…

All the way to the back of her throat. She held me there, sucking, her wicked tongue pulsing against me…

“That’s it…”

Her nails dug into my skin as she sucked, almost too hard… I could feel it deep inside me, something being pulled toward her…

“Yes… fuck. Oh my god… ”

The pangs of pain only made the pleasure feel that much better, and I was completely and utterly lost. Gone. Hers.

Then, she stopped. Suddenly. I felt empty. Desperate.

“That should be enough… I don’t want to ruin my appetite.”

I helped her to her feet and kissed her, hard…

She worked to unbutton my shirt and toss it to the ground as her lips moved around my chest. My hands found her waist, her ass, her tits, anything, anywhere I could touch, I gripped and squeezed…

“That’s it… Touch me. ”

My lips met her neck, kissing and biting her cool skin.

“It’s so much better… when I have to work for it. God… you’re so delicious. So unexpected… So much better than the others… ”

I pulled away from her, heart racing. The others…

I shook my head slightly to clear it. The others. The familiar feeling of fear rose in my chest again.

She grabbed my chin in her hand, and looked into my eyes… and the feeling disappeared. She pressed her finger to my lips before slowly sliding one finger into my mouth, pressing down hard on my tongue.

“Mmm… you’re a tough one, aren’t you? Shh… don’t think about that now ”

“I– I shouldn’t…”

She stepped away from me and stripped off her top. I watched, mesmerized as she unclipped her bra. She moved slowly, gracefully, sliding her skirt down to the ground and kicking it aside.

Time stood still as I looked at her… her body seemed too perfect to be real. I couldn’t look away. I felt like I was being driven into madness, but was helpless to stop it. Or maybe I just didn’t want to.

“Don’t you want this? Want me? ”

She took my hands in hers and pressed them to her body. My hands squeezed her breasts and my lips moved back toward her, kissing her neck and her chest, all else forgotten.

“Mmm… that’s it. Touch me… feel me… ”

She guided my hand down her body, between her legs. My fingers settled onto her clit as she arched into me.

“You’re so wet… Fuck… ”

“Yes… more”

I let my touch trail down lower, and then sunk two fingers deep inside her without warning. Her nails dug into my back as her tits pressed against my chest. I could feel her knees weakening as I thrust inside her…

“Yes… oh god. Don’t stop… Give me more. ”

Hearing her moan for me, only me, pushed me over the edge. She curled her fingers around my cock, stroking me as I fucked her with my fingers… two… then three…

“On the floor… now. I need to feel you inside me. ”

Mind blank, I obeyed, kneeling and then laying on my back, the cold tiles causing me to shiver. She straddled me, her breasts pushing into my face as she arched her back.

“Good…”

“You’re… God… ”

“Not quite”

She reached between us and positioned my cock, then slid down on top of it, her head tilting back as I filled her.

“Fuck…”

The way she moved, I’ve never seen or felt anything like it. Her warmth around me, her nails digging into my chest…

She leaned forward, moving her hips as my hands gripped her thighs, rocking her on top of me…

“Fuck, I want to—”

“Not yet.”

She gripped my chin in her hand, hard, looking me in the eyes as she began to move faster.

“Oh god… yes…”

“Oh god… yes…”

“I’m so close, I—”

It happened so suddenly, coinciding with our release. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against my ear as she spoke…

“You are mine.”

She sunk her teeth into my shoulder, hard. I could feel the warmth of blood pooling on my chest, but I couldn’t feel anything other than her walls tightening around me, couldn’t see anything other than the pure white glow in her eyes as she came…

“Mine… you’re mine. Marked forever as mine… ”

“You know what? I think I’m going to keep you. You’re so much more fun than your friend… ”

She cupped my chin in her hand and forced me to look into her eyes. They were pure white, glowing almost. I— it was almost impossible to look away. Almost.

But the mention of Jessie… the tug of something somehow more powerful than the lust and desire coursing through me snapped me back into my senses long enough…

I wrapped my legs around her waist and spun us around, so she was on the floor and I was on top of her. My hand felt around the counter for the knife…

“No, what are you doing? How—! ”

I don’t think I’ll ever really be able to explain to anyone what really happened with the woman… the thing… that we knew as Jennifer Reese. I don’t know… maybe it was pure luck that I got away.

I’d read about the paranormal, used to love going to see horror movies and talking conspiracy theories. But it’s different… when it happens to you. When you’re really confronted with… something you can’t explain.

The next few weeks at the office were… interesting. Jennifer had disappeared overnight. The new boss, Perry… well, let’s just say he’s as plain as they come.

I tried to go back to my normal life. I worked, started to go out with the guys more often… but the mark she left on me… the scar on my shoulder that sometimes still tingles as if she’s nearby… it’s not something that can be forgotten.

“Hey Mark, you coming? It’s past five… ”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you in the parking lot, just have to gather my things.”

I don’t think I’ll ever be the same person I was. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for falling under her spell. But I want to try to move on… for myself. And for Jessie.

I grabbed my coat and bag, shoving my ipad into it absentmindedly as I glanced down at an incoming text.

“We’re bonded, now and forever. I’ll come back for you… ”