Dark Obsessions - Volume 2: Four Dark, Delicious Capture Fantasies

by Claire Thompson

  Now he led her back to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, he patted his thighs. She stood, naked and perfect in front of him. “You were a very naughty girl earlier, Alana, and now you will be punished. But since you’re not yet properly trained, I’m just going to spank you—nothing too severe.”

  “What?” she squeaked.

  “You heard me.” He glanced meaningfully at the gun on the nightstand and then back at her.

  Following his gaze, after a moment, she draped herself tentatively across his lap. Mark sighed with pleasure as he stroked and cupped her sexy ass.

  Placing one hand on the small of her back, he smacked her right buttock, not too hard. She jumped. “Stay still,” he admonished. He smacked the other side, harder this time, and Alana yelped. Her cry excited him and Mark began to spank her in earnest, until her skin grew hot beneath his palm. Her steady whimpering only served to turn his cock to steel, but when she started to struggle in an attempt to twist away, he began to get annoyed.

  “I said stay still,” he said sternly.

  “You’re hurting me. Please, stop. You’re hurting me,” she cried.

  “You’re being punished, Alana. Of course it hurts.” He grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled them out straight in front of her and then smacked her hard with his cupped palm. She continued to wriggle and squirm, and finally, exasperated, he stood abruptly, letting her tumble to the floor.

  Before she could get her bearings, he hauled her up by the arm and flipped her around, catching her wrists behind her, against his body. Marching her forward, he propelled her out of the room and down the hall. Clearly, this girl needed to be taught a lesson, and the sooner the better.

  “Let me go. You bastard, let me go,” she screamed.

  Ignoring her cries, he pushed her into the playroom and spun her around so she was facing him. Even though she was behaving like a willful brat, he couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around her and leaning down to kiss those luscious, full lips.

  As he kissed her, Alana tried to pummel his chest with her clenched fists but she was no match for his vastly superior strength. With a laugh, Mark turned her around, again catching her arms and twisting them up behind her back until she gasped with pain.

  He pushed her along to the St. Andrew’s cross and lifted her onto the small platform so she was facing the cross. He raised her arms high and secured the O-rings in her wrist bracelets to clips attached to the cross. Crouching in front of her, he forced her legs apart and clipped her ankles to the legs of the cross. All the while she squealed and cursed him, between terrified whimpers and pleas for him not to kill her.

  “Shut up,” he finally ordered, her noise irksome. Hadn’t he assured her he would cherish and adore her? But she seemed unable or unwilling to obey, still crying and begging as if he were about to chop off her head or something. It was too much, so he retrieved a ball gag from the supply cabinet and shoved it into her mouth, instantly muffling her annoying protests.

  “Much better,” he said, giving her still reddened ass a swat for emphasis. “I was going to go easy on you this first time, but your flagrant disobedience calls for tougher measures.” She tried to twist her head back to catch his eye, but he only shook his head. “No, no. You’ve only yourself to blame, Alana. I told you to be still, and you ignored me. I told you to be quiet, and you continued to squeal like a stuck pig. Now you’re going to pay.”

  In spite of his threats, he decided to start with the flogger. After all, his darling girl was a complete novice when it came to BDSM play, and he was a responsible Dom. He chose a large flogger from the wall and brought it to the bound woman, holding it up for her to see.

  Alana’s face was turned sideways, and as she looked at the flogger, her eyes widened with fear, sending a jolt directly to his already erect cock. Moving closer, he reached between her legs and stroked her delicate pussy. He frowned—she wasn’t properly wet for him. Didn’t she know a slave girl must always be wet and ready for her Master?

  No, he reminded himself. She doesn’t know. Not yet.

  But she would learn.

  He would teach her.

  Meanwhile, he knew how to arouse a woman. Licking his finger, he slid it gently into that delicious cunt and moved it slowly, sensually, inside her. After a moment, he withdrew it. Licking it once more, he rubbed lightly around her hooded clit, moving closer and closer to the hidden nubbin. He stroked and teased her for a minute or two, and then pushed his finger once more gently inside her. This time her vaginal muscles clamped down on his finger, sending another jolt of electricity directly to his aching cock.

  Keeping his desire under control, he teased the bound and helpless woman for several more minutes, alternating between frigging her cunt and rubbing and pinching her clit until she was wet and swollen, her muffled cries behind the ball gag stilled at last as she breathed heavily through her nose.

  Now she was ready for the flogger. Nearly forgetting it was supposed to be a punishment, he whispered into her ear, “I’m going to flog you now, beautiful girl. I’m going to take you to heights you’ve never dreamed of.”

  She jumped at his words and started to whimper again against the ball gag. Mark decided to take it off—he wanted to hear her scream. Once he unbuckled and removed the gag, Alana at once begged him to let her go. Mark silenced her by reminding her he had a gun.

  The threat worked, and she quieted. Mark pulled off his jeans and brushed the soft leather strands of the flogger over his erect penis and then swished them lightly over Alana’s perfect ass.

  Alana jerked, but then stilled when she realized he wasn’t hurting her. No—he was caressing her with the leather, warming and readying the skin for what was to come. For several minutes he simply stroked her flesh with the flogger, enjoying the swishing sound of the leather brushing against her soft skin, and the contrast of the black whip against her pale flesh.

  Alana’s breathing slowed to something nearer to normal and she relaxed somewhat in her restraints. When he let the first real stinging blow land on the fleshiest part of her bottom, she flinched and yelped.

  “There now,” Mark crooned, barely able to contain his excitement. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” He brought the flogger down again, even harder, across her ass and then swished it in stinging strokes over her back and shoulders.

  Alana cried out and jerked against her restraints, but this only spurred him on. “You know you want it, Alana. In your heart of hearts, you share every woman’s fantasy of being kidnapped, raped and ravaged. You’re just so incredibly lucky I’m the one to claim you, because I will cherish you as you deserve.”

  God, was he really saying this directly to the girl of his dreams? Was Alana Hunter actually naked and bound in his dungeon, suffering beneath his flogger? He could hardly believe it was real. Stunned at his astonishing good fortune, his cock bobbing perpendicular from his body, he began to flog Alana in earnest from shoulder to thigh. Her skin reddened beneath the stinging leather, her breathing ragged as she cried out with each stroke against her virgin flesh.

  Only when his arm was tired did Mark finally drop the flogger. He draped his naked body against hers, his cock pressed just above her ass. He would have to make her wear high heels next time, so his cock could nestle right into the crack of those perfect globes.

  Taking a step back, he released Alana from the cross and caught her as she fell back. Lifting her into his arms, he settled her onto the floor in front of him and pulled her up so she was on her knees. Just to be safe in case she got any stupid ideas, and because he liked the way it looked, he clipped her slave bracelets together behind her back. Returning to gaze down at her, he smoothed tendrils of her hair from her tear-stained cheeks and tucked them behind her ears.

  “You did very well for your first time,” he informed her. She stared up at him, mute. Slightly annoyed that she’d ignored his compliment, he prompted, “When I praise you, you will thank me.”

  A flash of fury moved over her face, but she quel
led it before he was forced to slap her for her impudence, and instead said, if somewhat stiffly, “Thank you.”

  “Thank you…?” he trailed off, adding, ”What did you forget? Thank you…?”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she muttered.

  He smiled. His cock was still hard, and his balls ached. Gripping his shaft, he moved the head close to her mouth. “Straighten up. I’m going to let you worship my cock as proof of your thanks.”

  She didn’t move.

  He grabbed her head with both hands and forced her face down onto his cock. He moved forward slowly, not stopping until he had slid his cock down her throat.

  Gagging, Alana tried to pull back, but Mark wasn’t about to let her. She had probably sucked off that bastard Rutherford, or was planning to, when they met up for the movie shoot. Well, the movie was off. All bets were off now. She had a new job—a new vocation—serving him and him alone.

  Her lips and tongue felt good on his shaft, the muscles in her throat yielding to his onslaught. He held her head in place as he thrust in and out of her lovely mouth, holding himself back to sustain his pleasure. Yet, all too soon, he felt that delicious tightening sensation in his balls. Overcome, he spurt his seed in a series of jolts down her open throat. He held her close, her face mashed against his pubic bone, until he was spent.

  When he finally let her go, Alana fell back onto the floor, coughing and gasping. Mark pulled her to her feet and then lifted her into his strong arms. He carried her down the hall and into the bedroom, passing through to the bathroom, where he set her gently on her knees on the bath rug in front of the sink. She had a dazed look on her face, which was understandable, as she’d been through a lot her first day as his sex slave.

  He ran the water until it was warm, and then wet a washcloth, which he used to gently wipe away the remains of her makeup. She didn’t need all that glop—her skin was perfection itself.

  Since they were in the bathroom, he thought to ask, “Do you need to pee, Alana?” Even as he asked, he knew she must have to. She hadn’t used the toilet since he’d first abducted her hours before. He quite liked the idea of making her pee in front of him. A proper slave held nothing back from her Master. To his surprise, however, she shook her head.

  “That won’t do,” he informed her. “You’d better have something to drink then.” He leaned down and gripped her shoulders, forcing her to her feet. Stopping in the bedroom, he pulled on a pair of jeans, slipping the gun into his waistband for good measure.

  In the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and removed a bottle of champagne. He popped the cork. “To us.” He poured them each a large goblet of the bubbly wine.

  She eyed the glass and lifted her shoulders. “Please, can you release my wrists? I can’t drink to your toast if my arms are bound.”

  “Of course you can. I’ll hold the glass for you.” He lifted the wineglass to her lips and tipped it carefully.

  She took a swallow, and when he tilted it, she sipped some more. He continued to let her drink until she’d drained the glass. Courage in a bottle?

  “Please, Mark,” she entreated. “It’s not too late. Please let me go. I won’t press charges, I promise. Just let me go. Let me call a cab, drive me somewhere and leave me, whatever you want. I’m begging you.” Her voice cracked. “Please let me go.”

  Mark shook his head. “You silly girl, why would I do that? We’re meant to be together, you and I. It’s fate. Now”—he took hold of her arm—“I’m going to watch you urinate.”

  “What?” she blurted, apparently confused.

  “That’s right,” he said with a smile as he propelled her toward master bathroom once more. “I knew you had to pee before, but I decided to give you champagne to help you relax. It’s not so much that I want to watch you pee, but more the power implied in the action, you see. I want you to understand that I have taken control of every aspect of your existence, including your bodily functions. From now on, you will ask me for permission to use the toilet and I may or may not allow you to do so, depending on my mood, and if you’ve been a good girl that day.”

  “This is nuts,” she dared to protest. “You can’t make me do this.”

  “I can make you do whatever I like, Alana,” Mark snapped, trying to keep his temper under control. After all, she still didn’t fully understand her situation. “I own you.” He dragged her into the bathroom and pushed her toward the toilet.

  As he forced her to sit, she shouted, “No, this is insane. Let me go!”

  His anger spilled over and he slapped her face, the impact of his blow whipping her head to the side. “Let’s get something straight right now,” he said, gritting his teeth to keep from shouting. “You are never, I repeat, never, to say the word ‘no’ to me. I know you aren’t used to me yet, and you aren’t used to my expectations. But get it through your head, Alana. This is not a negotiation. You don’t have options. You don’t have the right to refuse. If I hear ‘no’ from you again, I’ll punish you severely. Are we crystal clear on this?”

  Alana didn’t answer. But she didn’t protest either. Her cheek was red where he’d struck her, and there were tears in her beautiful eyes. His cock stirred, but he ignored it.

  “Now do what you’ve been told. Your bladder has to be full to bursting. Do I have to shoot you?”

  “No,” she whispered. Averting her head, she finally began to pee into the bowl, a trickle at first and then a steady stream.

  When she was done, he crouched in front of her and gently wiped between her legs, his heart aching with tenderness. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  She didn’t reply, but again he let it go. He would teach her proper slave protocol. They had plenty of time—all the time in the world.

  Chapter 3

  Sunlight was streaming through the window as Mark opened his eyes. He yawned and stretched. Alana, curled at the foot of his bed beneath the sheets, moaned softly in her sleep. As memories of their first night together flooded through his mind, Mark prodded the still sleeping young woman with his toe.

  He had done it. He’d abducted the girl of his dreams, and now he would be all the reality she ever needed. Today they would begin her training in earnest. His cock hardened with anticipation. “Alana, wake up. My cock needs attention.”

  Alana began to whimper. “Help me. Someone, help me,” she mumbled. She began to thrash beneath the sheets, the chain that secured her to the headboard snaking beside him on the bed.

  “Hush, Alana. You’re dreaming. It’s okay. Wake up. Wake up.” He pulled her up next to him but instead of calming down, she stiffened, pushing against him with shackled wrists, the chain hitting against his chest.

  “Help me, help me,” she continued to moan, apparently not yet fully awake.

  Mark grabbed her wrists and held them tight. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.”

  Mark shook his head and pulled her tighter into his arms. “Hush, now. You’re upsetting yourself needlessly. You’re safe. You have been set free from the world that feeds off your fame and talent. Your only focus now will be learning to serve me. I am your Master. I own you.”

  Alana went limp in his arms, but when he shifted to see her face, it was twisted into an ugly grimace. “You won’t get away with this,” she hissed.

  “I already have,” he replied calmly. “The deed is done. And now it’s time for you to accept it and deal with it.”

  Alana turned her head away, the anger fairly radiating from her form. He was getting annoyed again. He’d been tolerant because of the initial shock, but enough was enough.

  He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to turn back toward him. “I know you hate me right now and that’s regrettable. But I adore you. I’ve waited a lifetime for you. I will never, ever, let you go.”

  Alana didn’t speak. She had closed her eyes, as if she could escape in some small measure by refusing to look at him. Mark decided to let this
pass. His cock was rigid, pressed hard against her thigh. “Now, I want you to suck my cock. Do it like your life depended on it. Because guess what? It does.”

  He pushed her down and forced her head to his cock. Her lips were pressed tightly closed, but a swift slap across her face caused her to gasp, and when her pretty mouth opened, he shoved his erect cock between her lips.

  A sudden, sharp pain circled his shaft like needles, and he shouted with surprised pain as he instinctively shoved her away. “You bit me, you fucking cunt!” Blind fury scalded his brain, and without stopping to think, he smacked Alana hard across the back of her head, the force of his blow knocking her from the bed.

  She scrambled to her feet as if to run, but Mark jumped up, easily catching up to her with one long stride. Grabbing her by the throat, he swung her back toward the bed. Pinning her with his own body, he sat across her chest. Alana kicked and thrashed, desperately trying to free herself from his grasp.

  He sat back slightly, straddling her hips, his cock resting lightly on her belly. While she continued to struggle helplessly beneath him, Mark looked down at his bruised shaft. She hadn’t broken the skin. Lucky for her. Still, this continued, willful defiance was unacceptable.

  “I can see that you need to be punished. You obviously don’t yet understand your position. I’m going to teach you how to behave, little girl. The lesson starts now and will go on for as long as it takes.”

  Climbing off her, Mark stood and pulled his captive roughly to her feet.

  Alana continued to struggle, ineffectually batting at Mark’s chest with her fists. “Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!”

  Ignoring her cries, Mark half-pushed, half-carried her toward the double doors of the large walk-in bedroom closet. Pulling open the doors, he thrust her into the closet. The space held clothing along one wall, his and hers, neatly hanging on two bars. Shoes were arranged in pairs on the cedar floor beneath the clothing.