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For my K Bear, thanks for the corruption.
My elation from his sudden invitation was short lived by the three-letter word that followed it.
RED.
I knew he was angry. I knew I was about to pay for my lie. I knew I had hurt him and I had no idea what I was about to walk into. What I was sure of was that he wouldn’t physically hurt me.
RED.
I had so many things I wanted to say, an apology to make first and foremost. I also wanted to ask him why the club was closed. Surely, I had nothing to do with it. No, he might have been a little hurt by my actions, but something told me this was much bigger than me. And who the hell was I to think it could have anything to do with me? We’d had one day to explore our relationship further. Even then it was filled with light conversation and nothing heavy, well, except for the sex. I still didn’t know much about him, but in the time that I had known him, I knew he was a man I could fall for. And I had ruined it.
I’d been too slow in leaving my worthless husband, who was now completely out of my life, divorce pending. I had filed the day after I kicked him out. All I had to do was tell Rhys the truth. I just didn’t want to lose him. I beat myself mentally until I arrived at The Barracks. Putting my car in park, I surveyed the building, instantly on edge.
What a shit hole.
If the meeting place was any indication of the feelings he now harbored for me, I was in deep shit.
RED.
The beat down shack, known as The Barracks, was located on the outskirts of Savannah. It looked to be in shambles, resembling a hideout for crack heads, on the verge of being condemned.
I can’t go in there!
I took deep breaths, on the brink of a panic attack. What the hell was Rhys doing here? This was not his style. I was tempted to text him and call it off. Walking quickly from my car, I scanned the lot to make sure I got in safely.
Stepping into the dark bar, I saw him immediately. He was standing at the far end, and as soon as the door closed behind me, his eyes were on mine. They were as cold as ice. Sweat covered me instantly and I could feel heads turning my direction, but couldn’t tear my eyes away from Rhys. There was an electrical shift in the air then, a crackle, and it didn’t have the kind of pull that had me gravitating toward him. This was the kind that made my steps careful. I was just a few feet away from him when he turned and walked around the corner then down a flight of stairs. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I followed quietly. At the foot of the stairs, he continued walking down a dark hall with a set of rooms to the right and left. I stood behind him, silent, as he reached into his pocket. When he turned the key and walked through the door, I hesitated. He inspected the room as I quickly surveyed it. There was a large iron chandelier with cheap yellow bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Large black silk ribbons were draped from the center of it. I hadn’t noticed before that Rhys had been carrying a small black bag, which he dropped to the floor with a thud, making me jump, his back to me. He was waiting.
It was then that I understood exactly what RED meant. My Rhys was gone, and I was about to meet the version of the man that took his place.
I took a tentative step into the room and closed the door.
“Rhys, I just wanted to say I—”
He turned suddenly, taking long strides towards me, and griped my neck with one hand, nailing me to the door. I gasped in surprise; his grip was tight.
“Don’t ever call me by my name again. You will address me as sir, and I don’t want to hear a fucking word come out of your mouth. Sir or stop, that’s all you get, Mrs. Harvell.”
OH FUCK. OH FUCK. OH FUCK.
My limbs were shaking at the power in his voice and the weight of his words. His grip was tight, but he wasn’t cutting off circulation. He didn’t want to hurt me, and I knew that. I trusted him, though the look in his eyes was deadly. He loosened his tie, still holding my neck, keeping me pinned to the door.
He watched my chest rise and fall with interest. Using his spare hand, he pulled my sweater up and pulled down my tank top along with my bra underneath so that my breasts were supported by the material, leaving them exposed and clustered. Trailing his hand down my stomach, he unbuttoned my jeans and shoved it inside my pants as his grip tightened on my throat. I heard the sound of my arousal as he plunged his fingers inside. I was dripping. He stroked me roughly as he squeezed my neck. I screamed out when he drew two fingers up to my clit and pinched it. To my whine, he smirked. I had to keep cool; apparently, my pain fueled him. I wondered if my moans would do the same.
Rhys was one beautifully pissed off man.
“Tonight I will exhaust you, sate you and make you hungrier at the same time. You will think of nothing but my cock until you come, begging me to do it all over again.” He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Eyes on mine at all times, Mrs. Harvell, or I will it make it more painful than it has to be.”
He soothed my now aching clit with my wetness as he stared at my nipples. Taking one with his mouth, he pulled and sucked hard as I writhed beneath him and arched my back, begging for more. He bit down on my nipple and I jumped in his hold as it grew tighter. I thrashed my head back and forth, caught somewhere between heaven and hell. And just as suddenly as he started, I found myself alone at the door, gasping and holding my neck.
He undressed slowly, his back to me.
“Take off your clothes,” he barked, making me jump out of my skin. I felt the pinch in my clit, the soreness in my neck, and more than anything else, the need in me. I stripped down quickly as I admired his beautiful broad shoulders and the curve of his perfect ass sitting on top of his thighs. I was dying to ogle the front of him, but he refused to turn around. He stood underneath the chandelier filled with hanging ribbons and gestured for me to come to him. As soon as I was within reach, he gripped my wrist, yanking me closer, and tied the ribbon into a smooth knot, pulling the other side down so it dangled my hand over my head. Once both hands were suspended, he moved to my legs, tying a longer piece of silk to each of them. I was hanging like a rag doll. He tested the hold by pulling on one of the ribbons and my arm stretched painfully.
“Perfect,” he said as he watched my reaction. I had no idea why his anger spiked my arousal, but it turned me on more than anything. I gave him a wicked grin and saw surprise in his eyes.
Bring it, baby.
He shifted behind me, smoothing my skin with his hands. He ran his hand up and down my sex, then shoved his fingers into my mouth without warning. I sucked hard, taking my arousal off of him. I felt his cock bump me from behind as he circled me. Stopping in front of me with a sneer, he leaned in, his breath hot on my skin.
“I’m going to let you ride my cock tonight, but you won’t be in control. Nice and slow, Mrs. Harvell, or I’ll make it hurt.”
I stood on my toes, practically hanging from my
arms, the burn becoming more intense by the second. I whimpered and was scolded by the slap of his hand hard on my ass. I kept my yelp to myself as his eyes challenged me. I wanted to drink him in, to admire his beautifully muscled chest and mouthwatering cock. Instead, I was forced to face his cold eyes and unforgiving expression.
As soon as the burn in my arms started becoming intolerable, he lifted me up quickly to straddle him, filling my pussy with his thick shaft. I swallowed air and clawed his back, holding myself to his chest as I adjusted to him. Hearing a rush of air escape him, I moaned and he pulled back, glaring at me. I wanted to move but knew better. My arms were now hanging limply above me, due to the slack of being held up, and although I felt a small amount of relief, they were becoming numb. The sensation of being filled by his thick dick and the numbing of my arms was overwhelming. The need to move became unbearable.
His lips were so close, only a whisper away. I needed to touch him so badly, to kiss his lips, to feel his tongue.
“Remember what I said,” he said as he twisted a nipple painfully, “and don’t test me.”
I began to move excruciatingly slow. Staring into his angry eyes was agony. It was the worst kind of torture, knowing what I could have, seeing it in front of me, and not being able to touch it. I felt the pull to move faster and tightened my legs around him as he kept his grip on my waist. I moaned and he loosened his grip so I was forced to cling to him to keep the burn out of my arms. I widened my eyes, suddenly afraid he would let me fall.
“Watch it,” he said, enjoying every minute of my discomfort as the burning between my thighs brewed.
I died a little with each slow movement of my hips as I pumped slowly, squeezing his thick length. He felt amazing, but I wanted more. Deciding to get constructive, I moved myself away from him, pulling myself up on the ribbons so I slid down his cock fully with each thrust. His mouth parted as I held my own weight, taking every inch of him. He fit me perfectly, and with each push of my hips, I saw his eyes blaze and his desire grow more intense. My arms were on fire, but it felt so damn good that soon I got lost and quickened the thrust of my hips.
His victory grin was not the one I’d grown to crave.
“Thank you.”
He let go of me immediately. My arms were brought painfully tight above my head and I was once again on my toes. I grinned back out of spite, surprising him again. He knew it hurt. He watched me twist and turn my body, trying to help ease the suffering, and then slapped my ass a few times for good measure. I struggled with my restraints as he pumped his cock, ogling me strung up before him. I could tell he liked what he saw. My body pulsated as my center screamed for relief at the sight of him stroking himself. I’d never been so damn uncomfortable and yet so turned on. My arms were useless now, almost comfortably numb. I whined as I saw his pace pick up and almost spoke up to protest his climax. Challenging eyes told me that was exactly what he wanted, so I remained silent. Licking my lips, I watched him rub my wetness all over his shaft. Filled with desire for him and longing to be the reason for his release, I whimpered as I saw the drop of arousal fall from his tip. He had brought himself to the edge and I was helpless to stop him. Despite his constant threats to keep my eyes on his, I bowed my head and closed my eyes in defeat. Seconds later, I looked to find he had dropped his hand, and when our eyes connected, a slow smiled spread across his face.
I glared at him as he untied one wrist, pulled the ribbon down, freeing them both before massaging my arms as the blood pumped back in and the tingling subsided. Rhys chuckled and trailed a single finger around my nipple, dragging it down as he traced it around my stomach as he walked behind me. His touch continued on as it trailed under my arm and to my back. He rubbed my back with his open hands and I lifted my head and closed my eyes, enjoying his caress. His thick head bobbed at my entrance, his breath hot in my ear.
“Bend over and grab your ankles.”
I did as I was told, and seconds later, he was under me, tying the ribbons so that my wrists were attached to my ankles. His fingers entered me, moving around and dragging up and down my sex. My breath hitched as he put just enough pressure on my clit to start the pull and then pulled it away as I began to fall. There was no mistaking the begging in my moan. I felt a swish of air and then he was buried inside of me. I screamed out at the intrusion and moaned at the intensity.
My orgasm was building quickly as every solid inch of him filled me deeper than I had ever been filled. I tilted my hips, backing myself into his thrusts, taking all of him deep. His fingers dug into my hips without mercy as he pounded into me roughly. My thighs and calves burned out of control as I began to whimper.
“What’s wrong, Mrs. Harvell?” He grinded into me again and again, fucking me so hard tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything but feel the huge cock that tore me apart, and I fucking loved it. His strokes were violent and rapidly pulling me to orgasm.
I really wished I would have stopped the next words coming out of my mouth.
“Harder, sir.”
He pulled out of me abruptly and I cried at the loss of him. His was under me in seconds, cutting the ties. I moved to rise to my full height when he grabbed my hair, pulling my face to his roughly.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY?” His eyes were pure steel, cold and devastating. “Get on your knees.”
He let go of my hair and I sank to my knees on the cold floor. I didn’t have time to prepare myself as he pushed his dick in my mouth and I immediately started choking on him. It lit a fire in me, making me work harder. He let me use my hands and I lightly massaged his thighs before moving them around to grip his ass, taking him deeper. I moaned at the way he was looking down at me. I could see a hint of surprise in his eyes as I took him as hard as he gave it. I loved every second of him fucking my mouth.
“You like that, Mrs. Harvell?” He gripped my head, holding it with both hands, and I felt his cock pulse. “Open wide.”
He came then, shooting his hot load straight down my throat, gripping the sides of my head and jacking into me without mercy. I swallowed every drop, licking him clean then moved to his sack and sucked hard as I continued to pump his cock. His legs trembled and I got another moan from him and couldn’t hide the curl of my lips.
“Enough!” He pulled away and turned his back to me. “Get out.”
I stood, stunned. He hadn’t given me what I needed. I walked away slowly, sure he wasn’t done. When I was dressed, I waited at the door, hoping for something, anything.
“Get. Out.”
I moved to the door and turned around one last time to see him pull on his jacket. His face twisted as he looked up and saw me standing there. I also saw hurt. I hoped he saw mine.
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t wait to see his face as I turned and walked out, shutting the door behind me.
It was the first time Rhys had ever left me unsatisfied and I knew I deserved it. I walked to my car, legs shaking, unsure of what to do. I sat in the parking lot, and less than a minute later, I saw Rhys leaving, his bag in his hand. He didn’t even look my way. I pulled out before he had a chance to.
Days later, I stood at the glass double doors of the house I was showing, thinking of him. If he wanted me to crave him, he had done his damn job.
How the hell had I made it out of that situation without a mark on me? My arms had burned like hell afterward, and I had to once again soak in Epsom salt.
God, that whole experience was incredible. And if loving it made me a freak, so be it; I had walked into the land of misfits and fit right in. I loved the power that man exuded. His influence over me, with only a gesture or one word command, was mind blowing. Without hesitation, I would do anything he asked. I trusted him, even though I had never seen him so angry.
And I really needed to learn when to shut the hell up.
The ache in my body clearly told me I was the worst submissive ever, yet I loved it. The look in his eyes, his parted lips as I rode his cock, made me squirm and tighte
n my thighs. I wanted him so badly. My new revelation was that I loved being fucked viscously. I still remembered the slight amount of surprise in his eyes when he had taken me so roughly and realized I loved it. Not letting me orgasm was definitely a good way to get back at me for my lie. Although, I was sure if I hadn’t fought him so hard, he would have given me what I wanted.
Thoughts of him consumed me and I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he filled me and gripped my throat. It was just so raw…so damn…HOT. My body was screaming for relief, but I refused to do anything about it. And then I would remember how beautiful he looked the morning after we’d made love. It was always in the forefront of my mind. The way he kissed me, the way he smiled at me while he faced me on the pillow, his dark hair a mess and adoration in his eyes, for me. Rhys made me feel beautiful, cared about, wanted. I craved that side of him. I’d ruined a good thing with Rhys. I’d had a chance to be with him and blown it. I’d spent the last three weeks mourning the thought of what if with Rhys, but I’d spent the last year doing the same for another man. Maybe I’d lost the chance of a relationship with Rhys, but I still had the chance to explore my dark side with him. The problem was, I wanted both. My only hope was that he wouldn’t punish me the same way twice.
“Mrs. Harvell?” I quickly realized there were tears running down my face, which was humiliating. The couple I was showing the house to had stopped their discussion as they walked around the empty house while I’d been lost in thoughts of Rhys.
“Sorry,” I said, catching my tears on my sleeve. They looked slightly concerned, but had grace enough to let me recover. “So what do you think?”
“We love it! We’ll have an offer to you soon.” They stood so close to each other, it was easy to tell they were recently married. How did I get from where they were to where I was?
Easy answer, Vi, Alex. Fucking Alex.
“That’s wonderful. I’m so happy you love it. I knew it would suit you two. I hope you’ll be happy here.”
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