Toxic: A Dark Romance

by Zoe Blake

  Wrapping an arm around her waist, I swung us away from the wall. Using my free arm, I swiped the various antique daggers and whips off the nearest heavy mahogany display table and laid her on its cool surface. Tearing at her jeans, I wrenched them over her hips and down her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Roughly spreading her thighs, I leaned down and inhaled the musk of her arousal before running the tip of my tongue between her nether lips. Tasting her. Using my thumbs, I spread her open, exposing her clit.

  Elizabeth’s back arched off the table as I sucked the tiny bundle of nerves into my mouth.

  Using the tip of my tongue, I flicked it with a slow and steady rhythm.

  “Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Richard, yes!”

  She was so close to coming on my lips.

  Just as she was clawing at the table, her hips bucking, I pulled away.

  Elizabeth whimpered, her head thrashing from side to side from my orgasm denial.

  “Only good girls get to come with no pain,” I growled as I bent to pick up my discarded belt.

  Palming the heavy metal buckle, I wrapped the long leather strap around my hand.

  Elizabeth closed her legs and curled into the fetal position as she watched.

  “Please, Richard. I’m sorry!”

  “Not good enough, my little bird. Get on your back and spread your legs.”

  She hesitated.

  Raising my arm, I slammed the leather strap against the edge of the table near her face. The cracking sound bouncing off the bare brick walls of the cellar. “Now,” I commanded.

  Elizabeth obeyed. Lying on the table like an altar sacrifice, which was precisely how I planned to treat her.

  As I stared down at the soft, fawn-colored curls that barely covered her pussy, I was already imagining those lips red and swollen from my strap. Adjusting the belt so that only about a foot of the leather strap hung loose, I lifted my arm and struck.

  Elizabeth shrieked and closed her legs.

  I had hit my mark.

  “Open your legs. Take your punishment.”

  “Please! Don’t!”

  Grabbing one of her knees, I forced her bent, closed legs open and struck her again and again on her delicate flesh.

  “Oh, God!” she cried.

  “I’m not your god, but I am your master,” I answered before pulling on her legs till her ass hung over the edge of the table.

  Knowing she would already be dripping with cream, I placed the bulbous head of my cock at her tight entrance and drove in to the hilt without preparing her.

  Her body arched as she screamed before falling back onto the hard wooden surface.

  Accepting my thick cock into her body was always an adjustment when I took it slowly. I knew she was feeling the pain as I speared into her with no preparation, especially with her already belted and swollen cunt.

  Lifting her legs high, I pinned them to my left shoulder with one arm as I drove into her hard, wanting her to feel every brutal inch. The heavy table shifted and groaned as my thighs pounded into the edge, moving it a few inches across the wood floor with every thrust.

  With my free hand, I lifted the belt high.

  Elizabeth saw the intent in my eyes and quickly covered her breasts with her arms.

  “Don’t make me tie you down,” I warned.

  Her body trembling, she lowered her arms, stretching them wide till her small fingers were clasping the edge of the table. Pushing my hips forward, I drove in deep, just as the tongue of my leather belt licked at her exposed nipple.

  Elizabeth groaned as her hand reached up to pinch her other nipple.

  The corners of my mouth rose with a knowing smile.

  Deny it all she wanted, my baby liked the pain I inflicted.

  Her beautiful creamy pale skin flushed a deep pink as her body hummed with awareness.

  Wrapping both my hands around her slim ankles, I straightened her legs and leaned back slightly, wanting to watch as my cock forced its way into her body to the base repeatedly.

  “Yes! Harder!” she cried.

  A few slight drops of blood from the cut on my chest trickled down the back of one pale thigh. Leaning close, I ran my tongue over the crimson tears, tasting my own savagery.

  Pulling her legs open, I fell between them. Crushing her beneath my weight. Leaning up on one forearm, I placed a hand on her jaw. “Say it!” Her mouth fell open as I ruthlessly thrust harder and faster. “Say it!”

  Her fingernails raked down my back as she leaned up to claim my mouth. Thrusting her small tongue between my lips, she toyed with my own.

  Pushing my fingers into her hair, I tilted her head and took control of the kiss. Licking and biting her lips, cheek, and jaw. Finally, I could hold back no longer. Driving in deep, I threw my head back and roared as I filled her tight passage with cum.

  Elizabeth screamed as her legs tightened around my waist. Drawing me in even closer as she found her own intense release.

  Collapsing to her side, I pulled her sweat-sheened body close. My hand tangled in her curls as I pressed her head to my shoulder. Our mingled heavy breathing was the only sound in the chilled cellar as we lay spent on top of the large wooden table.

  Placing a kiss on her forehead, I rasped against her skin, “Say it.”

  “I love you, Richard.”

  Placing a finger under her chin, I tilted her head up to meet my hard gaze. “You don’t want to see what would happen if you ever truly tried to leave me. I would burn the world to cinders to get you back.”

  Her entire body shook. Assuming it was the cold cellar, I picked her up in my arms and carried her up to my bed… where she belonged.

  Chapter 6

  Lizzie

  I awoke the next morning to something cold and hard being dropped on my chest and bare stomach.

  Startled, I opened my eyes to see Richard sitting on the bed, fully clothed. Dressed in a cashmere jumper and Ralph Lauren Purple Label dark brown suede jacket, he still looked imposing despite his more casual than usual attire. That didn’t make him any less intimidating. He liked to do this sort of thing often. Appear before me dressed and complete while I was naked, making me feel vulnerable and exposed… off-balance.

  Richard stroked my cheek. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

  Between shaking off sleep and the traumatic events of the last twenty-four hours, I was having a hard time processing his soft, boyfriend-like tone. You would almost think this was normal… that we were a normal couple greeting each other in the morning like we usually did after a night of normal couple activities, like making dinner and watching a movie.

  It was all a lie.

  There was nothing normal about this… about us.

  We had filled last night with degrading sexual deeds that fed into the shadows he had cast within my soul. Memories of him carrying me to his bed, of him forcing me to crawl to him with a riding crop gripped between my teeth, of him fucking me from behind while he shoved the handle deep into my ass, crowded my already overwrought brain.

  Looking down to see what had awakened me, my mouth fell open at the sight. Glittering against my pale skin were countless large loose jewels; diamonds, rubies, emeralds, all of which had to be at least eight to ten carats each.

  Sitting up against the pillows, I cupped them in my hands as they slid off my body onto the bed. Richard had his arm high and dropped several more into my outstretched hands, a cascade of shimmering riches.

  “Richard! What is this?” I marveled; I couldn’t stop staring at the bright stones as they caught the morning light, sending tiny rainbows across my naked breasts.

  Picking up one of the larger deep green emeralds, he said, “Did you know emeralds possess the mystic power of truth?”

  Placing the flat edge of the stone against my lower lip, he gently caressed my mouth.

  “Legend has it, if you place an emerald under your tongue, it will reveal whether what your lover says is true or false.” His voice was dark as honey.

  Without having t
o be told, I opened my mouth. Richard placed the cold stone under my tongue. The sharp edge cut into the delicate flesh of my mouth as his finger ran across my lower lip again.

  Next he selected a bright crimson ruby. Its marquis cut sending sparkles of light through its deep red depths.

  “The ruby, with its blood symbolism, has the power to rule over the heart.”

  As he pressed the stone just beneath my collarbone, it forced me to lean back. He selected several more matching rubies and began to lay out a necklace of loose stones on my chest.

  Picking up a massive, round-cut diamond, he rolled the stone between his fingertips before holding it with the sharp point facing out. Leaning close, he traced the outline of my areole. My sensitive nipples became painfully hard.

  Flipping the emerald onto the top of my tongue, I sucked on the now warm and wet stone in my mouth.

  “Now, the diamond is special,” he intoned as he etched faint pink lines on the pale skin of my breasts as he circled my nipples. “Made of only one element, it represents strength and unwavering constancy. There are few things on this planet stronger than this simple stone.”

  Selecting the rest of the diamonds from my open palm, he arranged them on my chest amongst the rubies. My breathing became shallow as I tried not to disturb his creation. Both his words and his touch entranced me.

  “This one is my favorite.”

  In his hand, he held the largest pearl I had ever seen. It was teardrop shaped and almost the length of my thumb.

  Mesmerized, I followed his hand as he nestled the pearl between my breasts.

  Tracing the outline of the pearl with his fingertip, he said, “The pearl symbolizes purity and innocence.”

  His warm finger traced a line over my flat stomach. I could feel my abdominal muscles tighten as my breath hitched. Reaching the apex of my thighs, he lightly stroked the sparse curls before caressing the seam between my pussy lips.

  My legs trembled as I willingly opened my thighs wider for him.

  “Will you walk into my parlour?” said a spider to a fly;

  “Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;

  Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.

  He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,

  Within his little parlour—but she ne’er came out again!

  The cautionary tale buzzed in my head as Richard captured my gaze. His blue eyes so dark with hunger and intent they glowed a deep obsidian black in the golden morning light.

  Slowly, he pushed one thick finger inside of me.

  I hissed, the sudden inhalation dislodging a few of the rubies and diamonds. Still sore from his brutal attentions the night before, my body let out a warning sting as he pushed in deep. Taking the emerald from my mouth, I pleaded with him. “Please, Richard. It will hurt.”

  His eyes flashed. “No one told you to take that out of your mouth.”

  Chastised, I placed the emerald back under my tongue. The presence of the jewel added an odd element of fear since it worried me he would make me cry out and, in my distraction, I might swallow it. Of course, Richard knew this. It was just another way he imposed his control over my thoughts and body.

  Focusing his attention back between my thighs, he forced a second finger inside my tight passage.

  Groaning, I gripped the bed sheets.

  “You know, my love. All these jewels are just rocks. You are the veritable treasure.”

  His fingers slowly pumped in and out of my cunt as my muscles spasmed with each intrusion. I was aware how, despite the pain, I was already embarrassingly wet for him.

  The things this man did to me!

  He was heaven and hell all at once. The devil with an angel’s smile.

  He pulled his fingers free and then pushed a third finger into my already painfully tight inner core.

  Letting a small whimper escape, I reached down to grab his wrist to try to stop him. The pearl slipped down to my belly button.

  “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. My little bird must stay very still and not disturb her plumage… or I might get upset.” His low, quiet tone sent a chill down my spine. I was all too aware of what happened when Richard got upset.

  Blinking away the tears in my eyes, I leaned back and braced for the feel of three of his thick fingers pushing deeply into me.

  My toes dug into the bedding as I strained to accept him and keep my body still.

  “As much as they may be just rocks compared to your worth, their symbolism still holds true. As you hold that emerald in your mouth, I want you to think about my vow to you.”

  He twisted his hand inside of me. I bit down on the emerald to keep from crying out.

  “No one will ever love you as completely as I do, Elizabeth. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you… or to keep you by my side. What we have is pure, strong, and true.”

  I moaned as he thrust his fingers in a slow, steady rhythm. My body responded; the thick, harsh intrusion as much of a turn-on as it was painful. All I could think about was his own thick cock piercing me the same way. Causing the same level of punishing pleasure.

  He pulled his fingers free to just the tips.

  Then he pushed four inside of me.

  I spit out the emerald as I reared up.

  Jewels rained down over his wrist and between my legs as he impaled me with half his hand inside of me.

  “Oh, God!”

  Wrapping his free hand around my neck, he pulled me in close, doubling me over as our noses almost touched. His hard gaze locked on mine. Willing me to feel every inch as he strained to break through my body’s cramping resistance.

  “Do you understand what I am trying to tell you, little one?”

  “I love you, Richard. I promise. I won’t try to leave again,” I whimpered as I tried to placate him.

  He twisted his hand clockwise inside of me.

  “Ow! Ow! Ow!”

  “My sweet baby girl. I wish I could believe that. I wish, like the diamonds that are now nestled on that tempting cunt of yours, I could trust in the constancy of your loyalty and affections.”

  “You can, Richard. You can.” Leaning forward, my lips trembled as I kissed his lips.

  He returned the kiss for a moment before pulling back.

  Shifting his arm forward, I could feel the press of his knuckles against my already open and strained entrance.

  “Please don’t do this,” I whispered as I tried to appease him by stroking his jaw and leaning in for another kiss.

  Turning his head to the side, he whispered darkly, “You have given me no choice.”

  With a hard push, he impaled me, his hand past the knuckles deep inside my cunt.

  I tried to fall back, to shift my hips away, but his grip on my neck prevented me from escaping. Unlike when he possessed me with his cock, this felt more brutal and calculating.

  This wasn’t sex… it was a message.

  “Do you have any idea, my love, how badly I want to curl my hand into a fist inside this delicate little body of yours? How badly I want to dominate and possess you completely?”

  Tears streamed down my cheeks. I was feeling his pain as much as my own.

  And yes… it was sick and twisted and completely wrong, but I could still tell… he was in pain. Pain that I had caused by betraying what our relationship had symbolized to him.

  His body shook. “It’s the only way I can think of to make you understand and I need you to understand. This wasn’t just a game to me. I needed to create a world where you were mine… and mine alone.”

  With each agonizing moment, my body adjusted to the pressure of his hand. His thumb eased out of my pussy and caressed my clit in slow circles.

  Richard breathed heavily as he pushed in another inch. My mouth opened on a silent scream, which he swallowed with a devastating kiss.

  Breaking away, I threw my head back and let out a low keen as my fingers clawed at his chest.

  He pulled me in close, pushing my head i
nto his shoulder. Holding fistfuls of my hair, he whispered harshly into my ear, “I wish I could push my arm so deep inside of you I could grasp your womb and hold the core of you and claim you for my own.”

  The powerful image of his macabre words made me dizzy as I struggled to focus between the pain and the feel of his thumb forcing a rising orgasm from me.

  Richard breathed against my neck, sending goosebumps up my arms. “This is what you do to me, Elizabeth. You drive me insane with want and need and anger. My only thought is of possessing you. Of holding your very essence in my fist and never letting go.” I could feel the sharp scrape of his teeth against the delicate skin beneath my ear with every declaration.

  My thighs ached as I struggled to keep them spread open as he bent my body in half in his earnestness.

  “Tell me now, Elizabeth. I need to know,” he said as he twisted my hair and wrenched my head back to meet his harsh gaze. “Tell me you are mine and I will give you pleasure beyond anything you could imagine.”

  His thumb swept over my clit as he pulsed his hand in and out of my now painfully open cunt.

  “Or tell me it is over and I will end our torment once and for all.”

  These violent delights have violent ends.

  There is something strangely euphoric that happens the moment your body and mind finally stop fighting it and accept that the choice of your heart will be the death of you.

  Falling back onto the champagne silk sheets, like a tarnished virgin sacrifice I raised my knees up high and lifted my hips as I breathed, “I’m yours, Richard.”

  With a growl, he rose over me. Pulling his hand free, he thrust back into my throbbing cunt with three fingers. This time he pounded into me with a terrifying ferocity as he sucked and bit my erect nipples.

  Leaning back, he used his free hand to tear at the fastening of his pants. His hard, heavily veined cock sprang free. Pressing his hand against my inner thigh, he pushed my legs open even wider as he placed his hips between them. He replaced his hand with his cock.