The Disciples: A Dark Romance Collection

by Sweet, Izzy

  I look back to the screen, my skin tingling and my breath quickening. If this is truly Simon’s favorite moment, then I’ve read him wrong. Very, very wrong.

  On the screen I’m leaning against a balcony, watching a sunset with a serene expression on my face. A breeze teases my then dark hair and the corners of my lips are tipped up as I gaze at the horizon.

  The backdrop is absolutely gorgeous. A white sandy beach stretches below the balcony, and foamy, white waves lap at the sand. The sky is painted in vivid blue, warm orange, bright yellow, and deep pink.

  I remember this moment very well. In fact, it’s one of the most peaceful moments of my life. I was in Barbados, taking a breather after destroying my first mark and contemplating my next move.

  The man I destroyed was a despicable weasel of a man by the name of Russel Clay. A Real Estate banker, he liked to prey on the elderly and poor by issuing them predatory loans and then foreclosing on their homes.

  Taking him down and completely destroying him was a small victory in the grand scheme of things.

  It was a drop in the bucket, but it was still my drop.

  I was feeling pretty damn pleased with myself as I watched the sun sink lower and lower. I had finally found my purpose in life. After floundering for so long, lost, I finally found the thing I was always meant to do.

  My way of contributing to the betterment of our world.

  And if this is Simon’s favorite moment… he knows me better than I ever dreamed.

  But perhaps it was simply a fluke. A lucky guess on his part. Despite what he said.

  “Show me another,” I demand softly.

  I doubt he’ll get lucky twice.

  The folders pop up on the screen and the mouse navigates deeper down the long file list. Without speaking a word, a new video begins to play. This time I’m seated outside a café in Paris.

  Damn.

  Once again, there’s a smile on my lips as I sip my coffee and watch the people around me. After a few seconds, my entire face lights up as I watch a mother with her young daughter stroll by. They’re both dressed in the highest fashion.

  My eyes trail after them, and then I sigh once they disappear around a corner. I remember thinking at the time how much I would love to have my own little girl. To dress her up and take her shopping.

  I twist in Simon’s arms and peer up at him. I don’t have any words. I’m absolutely fucking speechless.

  “Would you like to see another?” he asks, his attention still riveted to the screen.

  Somehow I manage to nod my head.

  I see the image on the screen change in the reflection of his glasses before I can manage to tear my gaze away from him.

  On the screen, I’m lying naked in a bed. Simon’s bed. The sheets are tangled around my legs and I’m clutching his pillow to my chest. My hair is a wild mess and I’m asleep, but I look completely at peace.

  Sated even.

  A dark shadow appears at the bottom of the screen and then Simon walks into view. He’s completely dressed. He stops at the foot of the bed, watching me. The way he looks down at me… no man has ever looked at me like that before.

  He looks at me like I hung the fucking moon.

  “Simon,” I gasp and twist around in his lap.

  I peer up at his face, but he’s still avoiding my gaze, keeping his attention locked on the screen. Needing answers, I grab him by the cheeks and force him to look down at me.

  Despite what he just showed me, his face is an unreadable mask.

  The man just bared his soul to me… surely he feels something?

  Sliding my hand down, across the crisp white fabric of his shirt, I press my palm against his chest and feel his heart thundering.

  And I thought I was good at hiding my emotions…

  Looking back up at his face, I meet his eyes, but there’s nothing there. Just dark emptiness. If I didn’t feel his heart pounding against my hand, I might think he’s dead inside.

  He’s so closed off… so distant… I do the only thing I know how to do to shatter his mask.

  I arch up, press my mouth against his mouth, and kiss the fuck out of him.

  As I push everything I have into the kiss, determined to get a reaction out of him, to get something out of him, a low, rumbling groan comes pouring out of his lips.

  I swallow up that groan. I fucking devour it and savor it.

  Whether he knows it or not, he’s just given me everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I ever longed for. Everything I didn’t know I needed.

  “Meredith,” he growls and then his hands grab me, dragging me closer.

  Our tongues clash, dueling for dominance.

  In his obsession, I’ve found my power again. To be fucking worshipped from afar and not even realize it…

  It’s the strongest drug I’ve ever tasted, and I want more of it.

  My teeth find his bottom lip and I can’t fight off the urge to sink them into him. I give him a little nip and he jerks back.

  Then he growls again and grabs me by the ass. Fingers digging into the flesh of my cheeks, he tears his lips away from me.

  “Simon…” I moan, arching my neck back as he nips and nibbles his way down my lips, my jaw, and my throat.

  “Yes, princess?”

  His nips me, pinching my skin hard.

  I jolt in surprise and my hips jerk.

  He grinds his hard cock into my sex and his mouth kisses my throat.

  “Did you ever watch me when I was…”

  His lips kiss a searing trail down my neck until he reaches my collarbone.

  “When you were what?”

  He begins to kiss and nip his way across my shoulder, and I shiver, my hands clutching at his shirt.

  “When I was naked.”

  His lips reach the exact spot I marked on him and I tense, expecting the worst.

  “Oh yes,” he exhales, his hot breath caressing my skin.

  “Show me,” I demand softly just as his teeth sink into me. He nips me hard, but not hard enough to break skin.

  “Show me what got you off,” I pant.

  I want all of his dirty little secrets. I want to see how deep this crazy obsession of his goes.

  His eyes roll up to mine and it’s like looking into a smoldering pit of hellfire.

  I did that. With just a kiss, I unlocked the man he keeps chained inside him. The man he won’t show the rest of the world.

  Hands releasing his grip on my ass, they grab me by the hips and gently guide me, turning me until I’m facing away from him.

  Then he pulls me back until I’m leaning against his chest and his erection is digging into my sex.

  I squirm, unconsciously rubbing my clit against him.

  His arm comes up quick, locking across my chest to still me. “If you want to see, princess, you must remain still.”

  I sigh and he chuckles. “If you move, I’m going to bend you over the desk and fuck you before you get what you want.”

  That threat sends a little thrill through me and I’m tempted, so tempted to disobey him, but ultimately my curiosity wins out.

  He waits, testing me, before his arm reaches out and his hand covers his mouse. Clicking around, he pulls up a new folder and scrolls down a list of files.

  “What do you want to see?” he breathes into my ear and then gives my lobe a little nip.

  It takes every ounce of self-control I have to keep from jolting in his grip.

  “I want to see your favorite.”

  “You’ve already seen my favorites.”

  I snort and he chuckles, then he nips my damn ear again, seriously testing my patience. Maybe this was a bad idea, especially because he seems to believe he’s in control again…

  “Say it, Meredith. Say you want to see the videos I’ve saved of you touching yourself.”

  I take a deep breath and my breasts rise, pushing against the constriction of his arm. I don’t have to say it, I could easily back out now.

  But then I might
never again get a chance to see the moments in my life that awakened this twisted desire he has for me.

  “I want to see the videos of when I was touching myself,” I groan.

  He rewards me with a kiss on my neck and a double-click of his mouse.

  Instantly, the screen fills with a scene of me stripping off my clothes and getting ready to step into a shower.

  “There are so many videos…” he taunts. “Do you want to know how many times I’ve watched you get yourself off?”

  My cheeks burn with heat as I think about every time I must have masturbated over the past five years, completely unaware he was watching. “I’d rather not.”

  “Are you sure?” he asks, as my naked body on the screen steps into the spray of water. “It’s a rather impressive number.”

  Oh god. This was such a bad idea. What the hell was I thinking? He’s completely turned this thing around on me. He should be the one feeling humiliated and embarrassed. And yet, he’s showing no shame at all.

  “I’m sure,” I grit out.

  “Very well,” he sighs as if he’s disappointed, and then the hand that was on the mouse comes down on my thigh.

  He begins to slowly drag it back, pushing up my skirt. The tips of his fingers brush against the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh and I have to bite my lip to keep myself from spreading my legs wider.

  On the screen, I’m tipping my head back, letting the water soak me.

  “I’ve watched this particular video so many times, I can reenact it in my sleep,” he breathes into my ear.

  My core clenches at the thought of him watching this over and over.

  “Did you touch yourself?” I ask, partly because I’m curious, and partly because I’m still hoping I can turn things back on him.

  “Yes,” he answers without hesitation and rocks his hips up.

  The arm that is locked over my chest suddenly shifts. On the screen, just as I reach up and grab my breast, Simon grabs my breast. He squeezes in perfect timing with the video. He even times it perfectly when he suddenly pinches my nipple through my bra.

  He tugs and rolls it between his fingers, and I whimper because he’s doing it exactly how I like it. Exactly how I always do it.

  “Remember,” he reminds me as his other hand suddenly pushes between my thighs. “If you move, I stop.”

  He grabs my panties and yanks them to the side. My clit throbs with anticipation. I know exactly what’s coming next.

  On screen, I reach between my legs.

  “This is my favorite part,” he remarks as fingers slide through my folds, working up and down before settling on my clit.

  Fuck, I’m so wet. And I want to rock my hips so bad.

  Leaning my head back, my eyes begin to flutter closed as his fingers push down, applying pressure on my throbbing bundle of nerves.

  Suddenly he nips my ear. “Eyes on the monitor, princess.”

  My eyes snap open and I try to focus on watching myself get myself off. But it’s so hard when Simon is moving his fingers in tandem with my fingers. He mimics every little push, every little stroke.

  This is how, I suddenly realize, he knew exactly how to touch me last night. And how to drive me so quickly to that orgasm after he spanked me. He’s truly fucking memorized every way I touch myself to reach a release.

  “Fuck,” he groans as the me on the screen throws her head back and starts to moan. “You don’t know how badly I wished I could reach through the screen and touch you…”

  His fingers begin to move faster and faster and he tugs almost viciously on my nipple.

  “How badly I wanted to drive my cock into you.”

  The need to grind down on his erection is so strong I can’t stop myself. The pressure building inside me has reached the point that it’s almost unbearable.

  “Bad girl,” he growls as I rock my hips.

  I experience one moment of sweet relief.

  Then I cry out as his fingers suddenly leave me. Once again, I was so close… so damn close.

  He pushes me off of his lap and I stumble into the desk. I slap a hand down on top of it to get my balance.

  Behind me, I sense Simon standing, looming over me, then his heat is pushing against my ass.

  I try to reach between my thighs and finish the job he started, but he grabs my hand and pins it to the desk with his.

  “No, princess. That’s my pussy now, only I get to touch it.”

  I groan and my fingers curl into a fist. The urge to defy him and do it anyway roars through my blood.

  “If you touch yourself, I’m going to take your ass,” he threatens.

  Fuck. I know he’ll do it too. The sick fuck.

  Just the thought of him violating me there is so damn frightening, so damn exciting, I relax my fingers.

  He releases his grip and I swallow back a sigh of relief.

  I’m seriously not ready to go down that road yet.

  Searching for a distraction from my aching clit, my eyes lock once more on the screen. Honestly, there’s just something about watching myself get myself off that brings out the narcissist in me.

  While I watch myself reach my release, my face contorting in ecstasy, he grabs me by the ass and tips it up.

  He shoves my skirt up and yanks my soaked panties down my thighs.

  “You’ve had years to get yourself off. From now on, if you want to come, you’ll come on my cock.”

  Behind me, I hear the unmistakable zip of his zipper then I feel the warm, silky crown of his cock pushing against my pussy.

  Grabbing me by the hips, his fingers dig into my skin as he suddenly drives himself into me without warning.

  My body rocks forward and I cry out as the thickness of his cock spreads me open. Despite how turned on I am, despite how fucking soaked I am, I was so not ready to take his girth.

  Pulling on my hips, he forces my ass higher into the air as he slowly pulls out.

  Suddenly, he surges forward again, the entire length of his cock stroking against my g-spot as he drives himself deep.

  “Oh god,” I groan as an intense spike of pleasure cuts through me, pulsing through my core.

  His next thrust slams into my ass so hard, my hands slide forward, bumping into the mouse.

  “Look at that,” he growls.

  He grabs me by the hair and wraps it around his fist.

  Yanking on my scalp, he forces my head up. My eyes land on the screen and the picture I see steals all my breath.

  Somehow the picture on the screen has switched from the video to a live feed of this room.

  “Yes, I think this will be my new favorite video,” he grunts as he uses my hair to bow my spine back as his hips collide with my ass.

  His thrusts come so hard now, so fast, the sound of our skin slapping together fills my ears as I watch us fucking.

  Thanks to the live feed, I have a bird’s-eye view of everything he’s doing to me.

  My body bent, completely at his mercy. My skirt hiked all the way up my ass. My panties around my ankles.

  His cock glistening with my wetness as he pulls back and drives it into me over and over again.

  Pants dropped to the floor, I can catch brief, fleeting glimpses of his tight ass peeking out from beneath his shirt.

  Fuck, it’s hot, but what’s even hotter is watching him lose that cool he projects to the rest of the world.

  I’ve been craving this again, I realize. After witnessing it last night, I need to see him unravel before I can completely let go.

  The last of his carefully constructed mask is gone and in its place is the face of a man I don’t know. Eyes filled with passion, sweat on his brow, and jaw set with determination, I’ve never seen him look more alive.

  And it’s fucking beautiful.

  Just knowing that I did that, that I forced the real him out of his shell again, sends me spiraling out of control.

  Nails clawing at the desk, I scream his name and clamp down on his cock just before the first wave of my rele
ase crashes into me.

  It’s so fucking strong, I can’t see, can’t think, can’t even breathe. Only feel.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I hear him curse and he yanks viciously on my hair.

  He drives his cock upwards, fighting through my clench. His hips driving into me with a relentless determination that forces me up onto my toes.

  Pleasure, so much hot, liquid pleasure courses through me, my entire body shudders and trembles.

  Then I feel him swelling, his cock pulsing and jerking as he pumps me full of warmth.

  Through sheer force of will, I peel my eyes open. Drinking in the sight of him as he bends over me, losing the last vestiges of his own control.

  His face contorts with a mixture of pleasure and possession until he finally stills with a groan.

  “Simon,” I gasp as he releases his grip on my hair and I drop back down to my feet.

  The movement causes a little aftershock to flutter through me and my pussy clings desperately to him as he starts to slide out.

  Freezing against me, he presses his forehead against my neck and groans as I shamelessly milk his cock for the very last drop.

  “Meredith,” he breathes against my neck as the last spasm fades away, leaving me feeling as if I’ve been hung up and wrung out.

  “Are you done, angel?” he asks, reaching up and tenderly brushing back my hair out of my eyes for me.

  The movement is so tender, the endearment so damn sweet, I’m caught off-guard.

  “I think so,” I croak, not sure if I want to try and make a run for it or collapse in his arms.

  14

  Simon

  “Simon…” Meredith says quietly as we slowly slump back into the chair, my arms tightly wound around her waist.

  Even now, my tortuous cock is threatening to awake from its half-life. I’m all too aware that right now I’m so far outside of my comfort zone with this level of intimacy…

  It’s unnerving.

  The comfort and security I feel holding her close to me… it’s as if she’s become some sort of security blanket.

  Our bodies fluids don’t even bring out my normal revulsion. Is this what I should feel like when I hold the woman I’ve craved for so long?