Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Jake longed for more of the closeness he felt during the brief period he held Emma by the door. There was a feeling of electricity in the way she felt under his palms. He could envision himself moving those large palms over every curve of her body before grabbing hold of his trusty knife to follow in his hands' path. Jake knew Emma more as the writer of a blog than he did as someone he was about to be romantically involved with, but still there was a pull that attracted him to her like no one else had. He watched her fumble with her keys and then finally open the door to her place. Nerves were obviously a factor and if he could do anything to calm them, he would. He didn't expect Emma to change at the drop of a hat, but he didn't want her to be shaking every time she was in the same room as him, either. The door opened and Jake followed Emma inside. The place was exactly what he would have expected. It didn't exactly have the sterile feeling his own apartment had, but very few people were as anal as he was when it came to cleanliness. It was a little surprising that someone who loved blood and the mess of it would be so tidy, but that was the case with Jake. Once inside, Jake took off his own coat and hung it up on the hook just beside the one Emma had used. His button down shirt he wore underneath was dark grey and fit snugly, accentuating the bulges of both Jake's biceps and chest. He wasn't a fitness fanatic by any means, but he did enjoy lifting weights as a source of releasing aggression when he didn't have a woman at his disposal to use, maim and slaughter. Nice place, Jake said matter-of-factly as his eyes scanned the surroundings. It was quaint and had a cozy feeling about it. Maybe he would kill her here. The place felt warm and inviting. It was just the place he would love to see saturated in blood. Jake wasn't the only one keen on their size difference once her boots her off. It was endearing to see how much he towered over her. There was a feeling of superiority and carnal masculinity in how much he dwarfed Emma. He could throw her around like a rag doll if he wished. The mere thought warmed his body. I'll do that, Jake said, making himself at home by taking a seat on the sofa in the living room. He stretched out a bit, not yet ditching his own boots. Instead, he undid the top two buttons of his shirt and cracked his neck, relieving some of the tension residing there. Jake let out a sigh as he crossed one leg over the other. He was looking for personal touches. Family photos, maybe a journal or something of the sort that would let him in on more than her blog did. But he found nothing in his meager search. He would learn more about her. He was bound to. He wanted to know where she came from, who she spent her time with and who else, if anyone, would be vying for her attention. It was important that Jake stayed planted firmly in the number one spot in Emma's rolodex of people she turned to. It was still incredibly early on, but if the way she had reacted to him in the short time they spent together, things would undoubtedly progress faster than he originally anticipated. If that was indeed the case, he'd definitely be number one. As he sat there alone in the living room awaiting the sound of the whistling kettle from the kitchen, Jake began to think about defiling Emma in her own apartment. He started to plan a timetable in his mind. He thought it would take no longer than a few weeks to have Emma eating out of his hand. He'd start things out simple enough and gradually introduce her to more of his dark kinks the longer their relationship unfolded. By the time the two were really serious, he'd be cutting her, tying her up...owning her. She would serve him the way he longed she would already. Instead of tea, it would be literally anything he craved or desired. She was going to be his. And as crazy and utterly fucked up as it may have come across, Jake was confident that Emma knew it already.