We’ve talked about femme fatales before here at Lady Smut (or at least I have). There’s just something sexy about these men and women living on the edge of darkness, desperate and taking as many chances as they think they can get away with.
The ‘femme fatale’ in my alter ego‘s noir novella, Extricate, isn’t your typical vamp, luring men to their deaths, triumphing with a laugh then disappearing in a cloud of cigarette smoke. In fact, Judy is a sub who doesn’t know anything about her own desires, though she has a suspicion. But it’s not until she gets walked home by her boyfriend’s best friend that she begins to realize what it might be like to be with a lover who understands her secret desires:
‘You think I’d ever hurt you?’ He moved up again. Same step as her, he towered over her and itched to crush her in his arms, but he waited.
Judy fixed him with a stare. Not scared exactly, but she looked spooked nevertheless. ‘I bruise so easily.’ She put her head down and he barely heard her add, ‘and so prettily.’
Something in him snapped into place like a cocked trigger. Without thinking he clasped her arm in his hand and whispered, ‘Just one kiss.’
‘Not here.’ She did look scared now, her gaze darting up the street to see if anyone had appeared from the black between the streetlights.
‘Invite me in for a night cap.’
‘You want to have a night cap? Warm you for the walk home?’
‘Thought you’d never ask,’ he said, releasing her arm and shifting his hand to the small of her back as if to propel her inside faster.
She led the way through the lobby where all was quiet and down the dim corridor to her own door and he thought if he were Dud he wouldn’t let his girl live in a dump like this and then the door was closed and locked behind them.
He stopped her words with a kiss. His hand slipped into her raven tresses, holding them tightly and tipping her head back to a convenient angle. He bit the tender flesh and she melted against him, mouth wide open to his invasion. Her breasts crushed against his hammering heart.
When he finally let her go something had changed in them both.
Because this is noir and not romance, all kinds of things go wrong, but their relationship isn’t what goes wrong. That was a deliberate choice. A lot of people look at kink and see pain and jump to the conclusion, it must be abusive! Judy’s other relationship is abusive, but not physically — he never lays a hand on her.
She’s happy with Peter because he understands, cherishes and loves her. They communicate and share tenderness — unlike her boyfriend who never really listens to her and has contempt for women in general. Judy loves being tied up, commanded and spanked. It gives her exquisite pleasure. She’s not sure she understands why that is, but she’s grateful to find someone who shares her special tastes.
He wrapped his arms around her and pretended he would never have to leave.
As they dozed, she said, ‘I’ve never been with anyone like you. You’re the first one who hurt me without being mean.’
‘Shhhh,’ he said, nuzzling her cheek.
‘Do you think there’s… something wrong with me?’ Her voice was very small.
‘I think you’re perfect,’ he said and kissed her to show her it was so.
Even in noir there’s a little bit of happiness now and then. It’s all about finding the right lover — someone who understands and values what you find sexy.
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