This Darkest Man

by West, Sinden

  She forced my body into a torsolette which gave me a smooth line as well as lifting up and padding my breasts so they stood at an unnaturally perky angle. This was all at the expense of barely being able to breathe in the constricting undergarment. Next she dressed me in a dark red dress. I was surprised by how conservative it was. It had short sleeves and a small V-neck that revealed nothing, the hem fell just above my knees, and while the line of the dress closely followed my curves, there was nothing revealing whatsoever about this outfit.

  In spite of all of this, I looked undeniably sexy. I looked like had class and money. I looked like a stranger. All I could do was stare in the mirror in wonder as my feet were pushed into matching red heels and a purse placed in my hands.

  “All done,” said the stylist just as Daniel banged on the door and one of the women let him in. I waited while his eyes cast up and down me, and I held my breath as I waited for what he would say. But he made no comment about my appearance.

  “Hurry up,” he said, gruffly. “We’re going to be late.” He turned on his heel and strode down the hallway, while I followed, slightly disappointed.

  It was only once we were travelling in the car again that he deemed it appropriate to tell me where we were going. “It’s a dinner held by Josh’s company. They’re showcasing new software and I’m one of the people they’ve invited to invest. Josh and his parents have sunk everything into it.”

  I sat up straight. “And you’re going to destroy the company? You’re going to ruin his family?”

  He dragged his eyes away from his phone to give me a look. “So?”

  I opened my mouth, and then shut it again, looking away. Finally I asked, “How are you going to do it?”

  “That’s not your concern.”

  I didn’t speak to him again, not until we pulled up to the restaurant. “I know that you have a vendetta against Josh, but is it right to bring down all the other people who have their life savings tied up in that company?”

  He acted like I hadn’t spoken, exiting the car without waiting for the driver to open the door. I sighed and followed him out. The new company had hired the entire restaurant for the night and had their logo displayed prominently. I spotted Josh straight away. He looked handsome in his suit as he greeted other guests, and had the ability to display his arrogance with even the simplest of gestures. I watched him for a moment, amazed that the old feelings of fear and nervousness weren’t making themselves known as they normally did in his presence. Was that because of Daniel and the knowledge that he was a far bigger predator than Josh could ever be? Or was it me? Had I changed? Daniel had managed to manipulate and control me, but in spite of this I felt stronger somehow.

  When Josh spied us, he gave a broad smile and headed toward us. It wasn’t me, of course, that he greeted first, but Daniel. Josh shook Daniel’s hand with what was probably a strong, well-practiced power grip. “Mr. Hellman, We’re so glad that you could make it.”

  Daniel flashed him a smile. “I’m always interested in new opportunities.”

  Josh’s grin widened, and I could imagine him congratulating himself in pulling in a new investor, self-doubt never even crossing his mind. Only then, did he acknowledge me. If it surprised him that I was with someone like Daniel Hellman, he didn’t let it show.

  “Matilda, you look wonderful.” He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

  “Thank you,” I told him as I reached for a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. An arm snaking around my waist took me by surprise and I nearly spilled it. Daniel pulled me in close, and stroked my hair like I was a pet.

  “Matilda, so clumsy as always,” Josh said, in that way he had of making an insult sound like it was good natured. I forced a smile and took a sip of the champagne. Daniel planted a kiss on my neck.

  “She’s not clumsy where it matters, isn’t that right, Mattie?” Daniel murmured, a hand stroking down my body. “In fact, I’d say that sometimes you can be nothing less than graceful.”

  I twisted my head so I could meet his eyes. “You say the sweetest things.” I took another drink. I was going to need a lot to get through the evening.

  Josh was watching us keenly. “So, how long have you two been seeing each other?”

  Daniel’s eyes were still firmly on me, but now he looked serious. “I’ve been chasing after this one for a quite a while now.” Then the serious look passed and his smile widened as he turned to Josh. “Actually, Matilda’s the person who convinced me to consider your proposal. She’s obviously still fond of you.” His hands slipped from me, and for just a second I missed them. “If you’ll excuse me, I see some acquaintances I should greet.” He left us, and I stared after him, uncomfortable at being left alone with Josh.

  “You really do look good, Matilda,” Josh said in a low voice. “I mean that.”

  “Thanks, Josh. I should—”

  He took hold of my wrist before I could move away. “Are you happy with him? His reputation is…” He must have changed his mind about whatever it was that he wanted to say. “I worry about you, Matilda, being with someone like him. You’re too kind, too sweet.” He looked earnest as he said that, as if he truly meant it. For a moment I was touched by his caring appearance, but then I remembered who he was. I didn’t need to extricate myself from him. His attention was taken by an investor who demanded his time and his eyes flicked between us, as if he were torn. I made it easy, gently pulling my wrist from his grip.

  “I’ll talk to you later,” I told him as I stepped back.

  “I’ll look forward to it.” I knew that his eyes were following me as I walked away, and for the first time, I wondered if what Daniel had said was true. Josh in love with me? At one time I may have thought that, but now? No, ownership was his only goal.

  From afar, I watched Daniel surrounded by people vying for his attention. He had spent so much time with me that I had nearly forgotten what a powerful man he was. As I watched him, two things struck me. He had an air about him that went beyond the fact that he was tall and good looking; he was powerful and it could be felt across the room. The second thing I realized was that the unsettling feeling within me was actually jealousy. I was jealous of these people who wanted him, and I wanted him only with me.

  This revelation felt like something cold slithering up my spine while something hot twisted in my stomach. I felt faint, and chilled and hot, all at the same time. How could I possibly feel this way for him; for someone who disliked me and saw my torment as their entertainment. I gripped my crystal flute so hard that I was surprised that it did not shatter.

  As if he sensed me watching, Daniel raised his head away from the woman who was speaking to him and caught my eye. He raised his glass as if in salute to me and it made me stumble back on my heels, almost like he had physically shoved me. I turned abruptly and hit a waiter, my champagne spilling down him.

  “Sorry,” I blurted out.

  He gave me a small smile and took my empty glass from me. “No problem. I’ll get you another.”

  I shook my head. “No, I—” A wave of nausea hit me and I bolted for the bathroom, not caring who I pushed past to get there. Once I was safely locked inside a cubicle, I sank down to the floor, hugging myself. How could such a man have an effect like this on me? The nausea passed, but still I didn’t move. I couldn’t bear to go out there again and be in his presence.

  I heard heavy footsteps and a light tapping on the door. “Matilda?” Josh called. “Are you all right? I saw you run in here.”

  “Fine,” I called weakly. “I just felt sick for a moment.”

  “Should I get you some water?” he asked.

  I struggled to stand up, pulling my dress down so I was decent before I opened the door. “No, it’s okay.”

  He still looked concerned. “You look pale.” His hands came to sit on my waist as if he were scared that I might fall. I looked down at those hands, and part of my brain was amazed that I no longer felt anything when he touched me. No love nor fear; no
adoration or anxiety. That was one good thing, at least. I slowly put my hands on top of his and pushed them gently from me. He released me easily and even stepped back. “I just wanted to make sure that you were okay,” he told me quietly. “You have no idea how much I miss you.” He sounded sad and for a moment, I really felt for him.

  I cleared my throat. “I should be getting back. Daniel will be wondering where I am.”

  Josh gave a slight nod. “Of course.” But before I could leave, his hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me to him. His mouth landed on mine while his hands gripped my ass through the dress, holding me still as his tongue probed for entry into my mouth. I didn’t fight him as he kissed me. I remained still as a doll as he tried to coax me into kissing him back. After a while, he released me. “I’m sorry,” he breathed against my cheek. “I just needed to do that.”

  I left the bathroom without looking at him again, and was met by Daniel in the corridor. He stood directly in front of me, blocking my way. “What’s wrong?”

  “I just felt sick,” I muttered.

  “Great. That’ll be our excuse for leaving.” His arm looped around my waist, pulling me to him, and I wished that he wouldn’t hold me so close. It just served to make me feel more ill and disgusted with myself. He ushered me outside and to the waiting car. I had hoped that we would be able to ride in silence, but he had other ideas.

  “So, your ‘white knight’ Joshua came to your rescue. You must be thrilled.”

  I didn’t answer, keeping my gaze focused on window. My phone beeped, but before I could get to it, he had plucked it from my grasp. A grin spread across his face as he read the message. “Your white knight wants to meet you for lunch tomorrow. I guess kissing you in the bathroom wasn’t enough for him.” I frowned at him. How the hell did he know that? He gave me a knowing grin as if he could read my mind. “Look in the mirror.”

  I grabbed a compact mirror from my bag, only to be faced with a mouth of smeared lipstick. I snapped it shut and threw it down beside me in disgust, not even bothering to attempt to fix it.

  “Did you enjoy it, Mattie? Did it remind you of old times?” he teased.

  “Shut up.” I reached for my phone but he held it out of reach.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll reply for you,” he told me with a smirk as he proceeded to text back Josh. “I’ll just tell him that you would be delighted to meet with him. Only not for lunch, a sleazy motel room would be more appropriate.”

  “What? No.” I scrambled for the phone again, but Daniel threw the phone aside and grasped onto my arms, pinning my wrists together easily.

  He shook his head at me. “Poor Mattie. Do I have to go over the rules with you again? You let him kiss you and I didn’t give you permission for that, now did I? That means that you get to be punished.”

  “I didn’t let—”

  “It doesn’t matter. It happened all the same.” He looked at me almost pitying.

  I looked away from him. “What sick game have you got planned this time?” I muttered.

  A finger under my chin forced my head up and my gaze back on him. “You’re going to give him the honor of burying his head between your legs, but you’re not going to let him fuck you. If you do, you will be severely punished. A friend of yours is going to turn up and then you’ll let her take over.”

  “What’s going to happen? Is Josh going to be hurt?”

  Daniel smiled. “It’s highly likely. Only, I’m quite sure that he’ll enjoy it first. I’ve already let him know that another woman will be joining the two of you. I told him that you finally decided that you wanted to explore your kinky side.”

  His calm demeanor irked me. “Tell me what the fuck you’re going to do, otherwise I’m not going to go ahead with it.” My voice shook as I spoke, fear and anger both giving me determination. “I’m not going to hurt someone like I hurt Jeremy again. I would expect you to have some compassion.”

  That smile on his face seemed to freeze, and then it slowly disappeared like it had never been there. He leaned in closer to me. “Matilda, you have no fucking idea how compassionate I’ve been already. You have no idea of the rage that’s inside me.” His voice was low and dangerous.

  “And will this quell it? Will ruining us really satisfy that rage?” I put my hands on his thighs, feeling the muscle underneath. “I’ve already told you about how sorry I am.” I moved so that I straddled him, my hands now on the hard muscle of his shoulders. His eyes never left my face. “I will do anything that you want. I will humiliate and demean myself for you. I will be your toy, your whore, whatever you want me to be. Tell the driver to stop the car and open the door so everyone can see inside and I will ride you right now.” I leaned down and kissed his neck, feeling his muscles moving beneath my lips “But I can’t ruin someone again. Isn’t doing one bad thing in a lifetime enough?” I pleaded as I kissed down to the collar of his shirt, my hands going to his tie. I fumbled with the knot to loosen it and started to unbutton his shirt, desperate to expose his chest. “I want to serve you, I do.” My lips found his nipple and began lick at it, nearly reveling in its hardness as I sucked it into my mouth. I felt his hand tangle in my hair.

  “Mattie…”

  I wriggled off his lap, sinking down to sit at his feet on the floor of the car, eye level with his crotch. “Let me please you.” My hands went to his fly to free him. “Let me do whatever it takes to forgive me, and then maybe we could be together.” His erect cock was free and available to me now, and I closed my mouth over the head and began to suck, my cheeks burning from what I’d just said, yet I felt no regret. I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, taking as much as I could in me and enjoying when his hand gripped my hair harder. I swallowed down every spurt of salty cum and licked him clean, before sitting back and looking up at him expectantly. He stared down at me, pleasure evident on his face as he tucked himself away.

  The car had stopped and I hadn’t even noticed. “Come on.” He took my hand and led me out of the car. We hurried into the hotel and to the elevator. The minute the doors closed behind us, he was lifting me up against the wall to sit on the rail and pulling up my skirt as he kissed me violently. “Fuck, Mattie. You’re such a dirty girl,” he panted. “I want you riding my dick all night.” His fingers pushed aside my panties and plunged into me. I gasped and then began to move against them, wanting more of him in me. I wanted his hands all over me as a small voice in the back of my head reprimanded me for being so turned on just by the act of my own degradation.

  All too soon, the elevator arrived at the penthouse suite. He pulled me along behind him and pushed me down on the tiles of the foyer. This time, he ripped the panties and threw them aside as he shoved up my skirt so it rested at my waist, leaving my lower half bare. “Talk to me,” he grunted as he pushed into me, filling me completely. “Talk dirty. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

  I gasped as he sped up his pace and struggled to find my voice. “I want you fucking me in front of everyone,” I rasped out. “I want to be taken on stage, stripped bare, and…oh shit.” My orgasm rippled over me, so fast that I could no longer form coherent words.

  “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  He fucked me for most of the night, his ownership clear in the multiple times that he made me cum. By morning, my limbs felt like jelly and my pussy was unbearable sensitive. Even so, I still ached for his touch like I couldn’t get enough.

  He grinned when I told him that, and leaned down to plant a kiss between my legs. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make sure that no one touches this without my say so. You need time to recover.” I pouted with disappointment as he moved away, getting to his feet. He pulled me from the bed and guided me to the bathroom where he placed me under the hot spray before standing behind me and lathering up his hands with soap. Those hands glided over my body, teasing and toying with my breasts before sliding down to wash between my legs. He was thorough, makin
g me bend over so he could insert those soapy fingers in me and making me groan when he removed them without letting me cum.

  He laughed at my reaction. “I told you that you needed a break.” I stood before him while he dried every inch of me before rubbing scented lotion into my skin. It made me feel almost precious to have that much care taken of my body. I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent and enjoying the time that he was spending on me. I wasn’t oblivious to how busy he was, and that he made time for me was perhaps the biggest compliment of all.

  I opened my eyes as he put a bra on me. It was black lace and far more luxurious than anything that I could afford myself. I gave him a smile of thanks as I fingered the delicate undergarment. He delivered a kiss to my neck.

  “Don’t thank me just yet.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I watched as he disappeared into the walk-in closet, and returned a second later with a pale pink box that was the kind that you got from upmarket stores. He began to lift off the top, then stopped and gave me a grin.

  “Close your eyes.”

  I obeyed, keeping them shut as I heard the rustle of tissue paper before something was drawn around my waist and between my legs. They flew open as I felt the cool metal. “What…” The metal was smooth and flat underneath my fingertips and it was light enough that I wasn’t completely uncomfortable, but all the same I tried to pull it off. Of course, the little lock at the front and the key resting in Daniel’s hand, told me that I wouldn’t be successful.

  “Take it off,” I told him. “This is…”

  “A chastity device. Josh won’t be able to go anywhere near you,” he said smoothly. I took a deep breath, catching sight of myself in the mirror. I looked obscene with my pussy locked away like this, and Daniel, who stood behind me now as he watched our reflection, looked smug as he put the key safely away in his pocket.