Dark Demands 4 - Bound to Him (Dark Demands Series)

by Nell Henderson

  “No – he left it at my home last night,” she explained with a feeling of superiority as the woman’s face fell noticeably. Another female with a crush on him, she realised. “Just make sure he gets it, please,” she insisted then made to leave.

  “Gina,” the familiar deep voice called out. “You weren’t going to sneak away without saying ‘hello’?”

  Matthew! Just her luck to be caught out like this. She turned and smiled thrusting her hands in her jacket pocket and clenching her fists. She didn’t want this – and she really didn’t want a repeat of last night.

  “I imagine you’re busy,” she shrugged. “And even if you’re not – I am,” she added with a small smile trying to make a point. “So see you when you get back from New York.” She turned and had got as far as the main door before she felt his hand on her arm.

  “Not so fast, Miss Deverell. I think that despite your busy schedule you can spare a few minutes for me –come and have a cup of coffee in my office.”

  The receptionist was watching this with intense interest. Her boss – the enigmatic and gorgeous Matthew Dark - one of the most eligible and available men around was openly chasing this girl. She sniffed – she must have something then - she supposed. For a start there was all that wayward, corn coloured hair but still - she was hopelessly untidy and not wearing any makeup. And if that wasn’t enough nothing she was wearing seemed to match. But despite all that she really was quite beautiful and as the receptionist sat watching the pair she experienced a real pang of jealousy.

  The moment they reached his office Matthew closed the blinds shut and locked the door. Gina stood and watched him her legs shaking knowing exactly what was going to happen now.

  “We don’t want anyone snooping – do we,” he put to her. He leant against the large oak desk and gestured her over to him. “I’m glad you’ve come,” he said taking her into his arms and kissing her neck. “Now I can get my reward a little sooner than I thought,” he told her smugly. “Go to that filing cabinet,” he said nodding to one against the wall behind her. “Here’s the key,” he said taking it from his jacket pocket – look in the top drawer and bring me what you find.”

  As she’d thought – his mood had hardly changed since last night so this would be bad. She shivered again – so why didn’t she just put a stop to it right now? She should stand her ground and insist he let her go. She closed her eyes turning the small key in the lock and scolded herself for being so weak.

  You know why – it’s because you want him – you like it when he’s harsh and it hurts because you’re a slut.

  She peered inside the drawer and picked up his crop, a black, velvet gag and something in a square box that she couldn’t make out. Walking back she gave them to him as goose bumps covered her skin.

  “You want this, don’t you?” He asked softly as he inspected the wide, flat leather tongue at the tip of his crop closely. He watched her – saw the almost imperceptible nod of her head and smiled. A good reaction – he would enjoy this he thought flicking the sweet instrument of pain in his hands.

  “I can see the anticipation in your eyes. You’re mentally urging me to get on with it – aren’t you?”

  Gina couldn’t speak – her eyes were fixated on the way he was fondling that leather tongue.

  “So loose the clothes – well at least the panties,” he raised an eyebrow. “My reward – remember,” he confirmed seeing her wary expression. “If I’m not going to redden your backside then we’ll have to think of something else.”

  His words hung in the air and the look he gave her sent waves of blazing need through her body. Those eyes - why did he have to do that? When he looked at her like that she couldn’t refuse him - she couldn’t disobey him – that look – what he intended to do to her body made her dizzy with desire. So she slipped her hands under the skirt of her dress and pulled her panties down.

  “Give,” he ordered starkly and caught the lacy garment as she tossed them over to him. “Good girl,” he smirked. “Now come here,” he said sitting on his chair. “Lift your skirt and bend over my knee.”

  He was going to spank her and it’d hurt because that’s how Matthew liked it. The expression on his face was fixed – hard and uncompromising so Gina did as she was told – she leaned forwards over him her naked backside exposed and ready for whatever treatment he chose to mete out.

  “Excellent,” he said running his hand over her pert creamy smooth backside.

  He slapped her buttocks lightly and she screamed softly. The blow was gentler than expected but the shock – the anticipation had her on edge.

  She heard an expletive and Matthew stopped. “Cut the noise and stop squirming, Gina,” he said reaching for a pair of handcuffs in his desk drawer.

  What then was she supposed to do? This might be deliciously erotic and was sending her need for him into overdrive but it still stung. His hands were big – strong and her flesh was soft and she felt every touch so keenly.

  “Hands behind your back,” he chuckled softly as he fastened her wrists into the cuffs. “I think I’d better gag you too,” he whispered. “I’m going to make you scream a lot, Gina and the noise you make will make my staff nervous. You don’t want that – do you?”

  She felt his hands again running over her body and then he fastened a soft fabric gag around her mouth. His demons were well and truly back – this was Hardcore Matthew at his very worst.

  “Now let’s have some fun,” he said running his hands over her rear and feeling between her legs.

  He slapped – hard, and Gina stifled back a scream and bit into the gag. Again and again each slap harder and each one crashing through her body like fire. He had been holding her still with one hand but now he moved it so he could feel her sex. She was wet – he slapped and rubbed her clitoris at the same time – he rubbed hard – pressing and pinching doubling the painful sensations and driving her into a frenzy of need.

  “Come for me Gina,” he rasped pushing his fingers deep and harsh into her vagina as he slapped again

  She didn’t need any encouragement – she was so close anyway. Hearing his deep, mesmeric voice urging her on and having his fingers fill her - fuck her so raw and hard were all it took.

  Matthew held her still and continued to massage her hot, wet sex as she climaxed for him. Finally once her muffled moaning had stopped he lifted her up and placed her on her feet.

  “On your knees,” he growled. “And keep your legs open.”

  She knelt for him still reeling from the after effects of that heady orgasm. He wasn’t going to stop – she realised now that he’d use her until he was satiated. He was wild, his eyes were black, lust filled pools and he was in no mood to tolerate refusal. She cast her eyes over his body and shivered – he was pulling down the zipper on his trousers.

  His penis was possibly more aroused than Gina had ever seen it. Large and thick as it bobbed in front of her face and making her ache with need for him to use it elsewhere.

  “Keep your eyes on the floor,” he instructed. He was opening the small box – the one she’d found with the other things. “Legs wider,” he said bending down and feeling between them. Then carefully spreading her he inserted a large bullet shaped object into her wetness – pushing it as far up as he could.

  “Now let’s see what that does,” he chuckled.

  Gina felt the intrusion deep inside her but she’d no idea what he’d put there - that was until she felt the strong, pulsing vibrations as Matthew pushed a button on a remote and it sprung to life. He watched her first response – watched how she tried to draw her legs together and clenched her thigh muscles.

  “No – stay as you are,” he smirked. “And don’t let it fall out - squeeze yourself around it tight because I’m going to up the speed.”

  Gina winced – it wasn’t painful but the sensations – the pleasure it was giving her was sapping her concentration. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly – the thing was dragging her inexorably towards orgasm again
and there was nothing she could do. As he removed her gag she uttered a long, low moan of pleasure and rocked from side to side.

  Chapter 8

  “Now open your mouth,” he ordered stroking her hair and holding it back off her face.

  Gina knew better than to refuse and a split second later she felt the head of his penis as he slapped it hard against the back of her throat.

  She knew what he’d want so she moulded her soft lips around the thick shaft and eased his foreskin up and down while dancing her tongue around the sensitive tip. She swirled over the swollen head then dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft with slow deft strokes from scotum to tip. She heard him groan and as if rewarding her he moved the vibrating bullet setting up a notch. She couldn’t help it - she fell against his knees as the intense pleasure gripped her.

  But Matthew didn’t want her to stop so he took her head in both hands and pushed her down on his penis hard - making her take it all. Gina’s face reddened as she gagged and spluttered but he didn’t let up he continued to move her head fast - up and down pushing himself further and further in.

  His groans were louder now – she was good at this but he knew exactly what to do to make it even better. He took a handful of her hair and with the other hand he gripped her round the neck and pushed his penis inside her throat until his balls rubbed against her chin.

  She was going to pass out. This was too much – he was hurting her too much – choking her – with his hand on her throat like that. The gurgling noise she made had him swearing again and he pulled his penis free. As Gina fluttered open her eyes it seemed even bigger – swollen with excitement and intense need.

  He brushed an arm angrily over the stuff on his desk sending everything crashing to the floor then he lifted Gina onto it. He placed her on her front, arms still cuffed and behind her. He tore at the back of her dress ripping open the buttons then grasping her bra he pulled her breasts free. His hands were everywhere – between her legs, twisting at her nipples – then he tied the gag around her mouth again and slapped her across the thigh.

  “Up on your knees girl and keep them apart,” he snarled.

  She placed her head on the desk and was positioned so that her backside was raised. She heard the swishing noise and gritted her teeth - he had his crop and he wasn’t teasing – he was going to use on her. She could hear him whipping at the air – tormenting her with that vicious sound he could make with it. Then she felt the first hit. It landed sharp and harsh across both buttocks. Gina gritted her teeth and held her breathe.

  He slapped again and she wriggled – she couldn’t help it -and she heard him curse. Gina was quite helpless – she felt her body shake and her legs quiver as he ‘swished’ the crop deliberately past her ear. He slapped again – across one buttock and this time gentler. He tapped fast across her backside, her thighs then against her inner thighs and she bit into the gag knowing that in this position he wouldn’t be able to resist. Wasn’t his preferred target so beautifully presented and exposed to him?

  And he didn’t resist – she felt the slightest whisper as the tongue flicked over her sex and she shuddered her acute reaction. The sensation was almost too much – she was like flower unfurling –glorying in the warmth – the heat of what was being done to her. Another stroke – slightly stronger but it had an odd effect – no pain just a growing hunger for more. He seemed to sense it and the strokes became harder and alternated between her backside and her swelling labia. Gina groaned into the velvet fabric of the gag. Her craving for him now scorched through her body and her sex was ablaze with greed. She wanted this – needed him to do this and much more.

  His hands were on her – his fingers were opening her – he removed the bullet then rubbed at her clitoris

  “You’re wet,” he whispered accusingly as his fingers penetrated and plunged into her slick centre. “My greedy girl obviously wants more.” He decided slapping her backside soundly with the flat of his hand.

  Still holding her wide he lowered his head and licked the length of her flicking his prone tongue into her wetness while his thumb pressed and rubbed relentlessly against her hard bud. Gina whimpered and moaned silently her body a roaring inferno for him. She needed more – needed all of him and wailed into the gag as his teeth took her labia and gently bit down.

  Finally Matthew slid a condom onto his straining penis and plunged into her – there were no words – no gentle easing – just one hard push into her swollen, slick centre. His penis so aroused he filled her easily - all of her. Gina arched her back and groaned – this was bliss – this was Matthew at his best. He stood at the end of the desk and gripped her hips with both hand and hauled her back and forwards over his erection. Each time he pulled her he forced her against him so he penetrated deep – penetrated until he heard her muffled screams.

  She was going to climax and she couldn’t stop it. Her body stiffened and convulsed as the cascading storm tore into her very core and rushed through her like a tidal wave.

  She’d never climaxed like that before – not even with Matthew and as he finally released her she could barely stand up. She caught his eyes – still black, still lustful and full of something she couldn’t understand but she knew whatever had changed – whatever was happening between them hadn’t finished – not yet. The look on Matthew’s face told her that.

  Chapter 9

  Everything went silent for a fortnight. New York, Gina decided. But what was keeping him there? Was it business or could he have met someone – Gina felt the nervous butterflies in her tummy and scolded herself. She was being stupid – even if he did meet someone else what did it matter? But it does matter – it matters a lot because you love him.

  A few days earlier Grace had sighed, shaken her head then handed her a copy of one of the more gossipy papers and there had been a photo of Matthew in it at some event or other. A photo of Matthew with a brunette at his side – he had his arm around her and they were both smiling happily at each other. What was going on – did this mean it was the end for them? Was what he’d done to her in his office a parting flourish – something for her to remember him by - an act he’d wanted imprinted on her memory forever?

  Gina had never felt more unhappy. It hurt that Matthew could do those things to her in that way – it had been so fierce it had been almost like a punishment and not at all like an act of love.

  You’re forgetting what he once told you – he doesn’t do lovemaking – he does sex and he likes it rough – he likes to control and dominate.

  And now this – this brunette – just who was she - and was he ever coming back? He’d said he would that night on the front steps and he’d said they’d meet again when he did. So she’d just have to trust that he’d meant it - after all she’d never known Matthew to lie.

  Exactly two weeks and two days after the incident in his office he rang her. Her heart thudded and the butterflies were back – a teenage girl couldn’t have been happier.

  “I’ll send Conrad for you about ten thirty tomorrow morning,” he told her softly. “I’ve missed you,” he admitted. “So please come I think we have things to talk about, don’t you?”

  Yes she did and her heart raced with joy – but then she reminded herself that he was always like this but when it got right down to it they never did any talking. Whenever they got together it was only ever about the sex.

  “There’s no need to worry Grace or your dad about baby sitting – you can bring James with you,” he surprised her.

  What was this – one minute he was dominating her – doing the most inappropriate things to her on her parent’s doorstep and in his office promising to do nothing more than fill her world with pain. Then in the next he was talking about doing the baby thing again?

  “Are you sure – they really don’t mind looking after him,” she reassured wondering what she’d do with James while she was with him.

  “I want you to stay the night,” he told her firmly. “I have plans for you,” he add
ed the moody tone in his voice back. “Please don’t argue with me over this, Gina. I want you here - I want to show you my new place and I’ll cook for us as well.”

  More raised eyebrows. “First I discover that you have a flair for dealing with infants and now you cook as well,” she replied sarcastically. “So where is your new place?”

  “Not that far, just a little way out of the city - Virginia Water – in Surrey.”

  Conrad arrived exactly on time and helped Gina put all the baby paraphernalia in the limo. A baby seat had already been fitted to one of the back seats and once James was strapped in they were off.

  “About thirty miles,” Conrad told her. “So with traffic on our side we should be there within the hour, Miss.”

  Gina settled back and played with James until after about ten minutes he fell asleep. She had a lot to think about. She wanted to see Matthew – no – she needed to see Matthew. Whatever happened between them she couldn’t rid herself of the hunger – the need to have him take her the way he did. But what about James, she thought looking at her son. He’s Matthew’s son too – so are you going to pluck up the courage and tell him?

  The truth was Gina just didn’t know what to do. She watched the city streets pass by in a dream until she looked up and they were in the rich leafiness of Surrey but still no decision. Matthew could offer their son a lot – everything in fact - give him the sort of future most young men could only dream about. But was that enough?

  Gina didn’t know anyone who lived in such an up market wealthy area as Virginia Water and as they got closer she took particular notice of the impressive detached houses. They were big and grand and surrounded by large landscaped gardens and she wondered why the city, penthouse loving Matthew had gone for this sort of property. Eventually Conrad pulled into a driveway and after opening the tall, wrought iron gates drove them up to the house.