Prompt for February 11, 2016

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:

Dmitri Romano didn’t notice the door open and close behind him but he did notice the soft hand caressing his neck. He should have been frightened, should have been perturbed that someone had invaded his space, but the hand felt so good and was soothing his worry. His eyes closed and he leaned back into the hand, a soft moan escaping his lips.

“Dmitri?” said the voice from behind him.

“Yes?” he mumbled.

“Writers block?”

He didn’t answer but he did open his eyes and swivel his chair around. The vision before him seemed to have stepped straight out of one of his dreams. Long platinum blonde hair cascaded over her pale shoulders and fell to just below her breasts. Her lips, ruby red and full, were slightly parted with a slight smile and showed blinding white teeth. Her azure blue eyes were full and seemed to be staring straight into his soul. He was in love and he had no idea who she was.

She straddled his legs, the white shift that covered her rising up to show flawless legs. His eyes started at her legs and slowly rose up to face her. She leaned in, her hands lifting his shirt to expose his belly and she slowly scratched his skin making his nerves stand up and vibrate and his back arch in pleasure. Once again he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling that was spreading through his body.

The pain that hit him made him sit up straight but the mystery goal did not budge from his lap. Her nails, long and white, where now tinged with red and when he looked as his belly he saw that the soft scratching had now turned into deep gouges in his skin. Blood was welling up from the wounds, the same blood that was now on her fingertips. She leaned towards him, putting first one and then another fingertip into her mouth, licking the blood from her fingertips.

“Dmitri, you need to finish the novel and you need to finish it this week. If not …” She used her nails to trace another path across his belly leaving a small scratch behind that welled blood. “If not, then I’m afraid that I may have to hurt you.”

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