Dark Alley: The Complete First Season (Dark Alley Seasons Book 1)

by D. S. Wrights

  Belladonna knew that what he was saying was true, yet it stung. She wasn’t willing to give up that fantasy. Maybe that was the reason why she was so upset with Aquarius.

  “Don’t be disappointed, Bella,” King said, gently pushing up her head with his index finger under her chin.

  She hadn’t even noticed that she was looking down.

  “You are different, aren’t you?” He asked, making her look into his eyes. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. The only thing that is stopping you from getting what you want is yourself, and I’d be honored to help you discover this power for yourself.”

  “So, that is what you do?” Belladonna asked as his hand dropped from her face. “You pluck wallflowers and turn them into roses, with thorns?”

  King laughed and gave her a look that made butterflies in her stomach burst into life.

  “Not every woman turns out to be a rose, Bella,” he answered. “Some are daisies, others are tulips, and then there are orchids.”

  “And what am I?” she inquired.

  “I honestly don’t know yet,” he shrugged his shoulders, “You could be nightshade, after all,” he downed his Champagne and winked at her. “It’s your turn, Bella.”

  She just looked at him speechless, and clueless as to what he meant. Even though she could figure out that it was about having sex, there was more than the obvious to his words.

  “I enjoyed calling you ‘Master’,” she admitted shyly and he smiled, reached out, and caressed her left cheek. “I enjoyed you torturing me, punishing me.”

  “You wanted it,” he answered and got up, offering her a hand. “I was happy to oblige.”

  Belladonna took it and got up from the bed. Somehow, she wanted to grab his hand and hold it while they were walking towards the stairs, but she knew that he wasn’t with her for that; so, she let it go.

  “Yes, I wanted it,” she confirmed; she had challenged him with letting Aquarius fuck her. “How did you know what I did yesterday?” Belladonna stopped walking.

  “I know everything that happens at my place,” he simply answered, after he had turned around to face her.

  So, he hadn’t just invited her here because he wanted to turn her from a wallflower into something different. The Dark Alley was actually his club?

  Belladonna’s thoughts started to race and then tumble. She felt dizzy and excited or dizzy with excitement. She didn’t know. This man had created the most intriguing place on earth and invited her, even had given her a higher status, and seduced her to come and return here.

  The best part of it was that, even though he might not be in love with her, he had honest interest in her and her satisfaction. The mere thought of it was absolutely empowering. He had to be a billionaire, women must have lain at his feet, he could have every woman or man he wanted and he had taken the time to lure her here and enjoy her company.

  Belladonna had never felt that powerful before.

  “I want you to fuck me, as if I was the only thing you ever wanted on this planet,” Belladonna blurted out after a moment of consideration.

  It had confused, maybe even hurt her, to know that King of Diamonds didn’t commit to one woman, but she knew that she was fooling herself with hoping for something like that. However, she still felt special for being picked by him to join his collection of women. As soon as these words had left her mouth, he reached out a hand, cupping her cheek, brushing his thumb across her lower lip gently. His tender touch set her body aflame in an instant.

  “You should know one thing, Bella,” he said lowly, closing in on her. “I will never kiss you on the mouth. You can ask me for anything else. Do you understand?”

  Again she felt a pang of disappointment, but it did make sense that him kissing a woman was something special to him. She even respected him for that. So, she nodded and earned a smile.

  “You are already special, because you know my face,” King of Diamonds added, his smile broadening as if he had let her in on a secret, which it obviously was.

  If her mind had been in the right state, she would have started to try and connect the dots, why she could see him without a mask, but she couldn’t concentrate. Belladonna might not know his name, but she knew his face, and that he might be the owner of the Dark Alley. Slowly, he made her move backwards to the bed, since they had stopped at the top of the stairs. He only touched her with one hand, which he had brought to her neck. She was curious what he would do with her request now, but King of Diamonds somehow knew exactly what she was wanting without her having to explain. Then again, he said he was a connoisseur of women; he had to know his fair share.

  “Get undressed and put your blindfold back on,” he ordered her gently and she obeyed.

  King was moving around, opening one drawer, and as she was making a bow at the back of her head, she could hear the familiar crackly noise of an unwrapping condom.

  Belladonna scooted backwards on the bed until she felt the pillows at her back and waited, with her eyes forcibly closed. She could hear him move this time, when he approached the bed and felt how the mattress beneath her gave in under his weight.

  “I know what you want, Bella,” King of Diamonds said without any ominous undertone in his voice. “And it’s not being fucked as hard as possible, your body simply being claimed and used. You might think you want that now, but I know better.”

  If her ex, Gary had uttered these words while she was sitting naked on the bed with her eyes blindfolded, Belladonna would have rolled her eyes and left.

  But the way King said these words were simply different. He wasn’t trying to seduce her, or sound particularly eloquent, he was telling the truth and he knew it. And the fact that he simply explained her own desire to her was absolutely sexy. Instead of being annoyed, she became curious and almost impatient. Again the mattress gave into his moving body. Belladonna let out a squeal in surprise when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her further down the bed, only to laugh at herself.

  “Don’t move,” King told her, “or I will have to restrain you again. And believe me; it’s much better if you have to hold back on your own.”

  His words were enough to send her heartbeat into over drive. She feared that he only had to touch her once to make her come immediately. The thought alone made her realize how tender and sensitive her body still was.

  When Belladonna eventually felt his hand on the inside of her left thigh, it seemed to become the source of her arousal, spreading through her body from the trail he left as he moved his hand up. He stopped just a fraction of an inch below her swollen and moist lips, just to repeat his actions with her right inner thigh.

  Belladonna laid her head back and groaned in a mixture of frustration and pleasure, but King of Diamonds wouldn’t budge from his plan, and she absolutely loved that fact. Once his hands had set her thighs on fire, he continued by stroking her skin on her hips and from there to her waist and higher, not touching her breasts at all, but pushing up her arms gently, allowing his fingertips to barely tickly the soft skin on the inside of her upper arms. His touch wasn’t rough, but not barely noticeable, either. The pressure of his fingers was just enough not to make her giggle, and not too hard that it didn’t feel like a caress.

  Hell, this man knew what he was doing.

  At that moment Belladonna didn’t care if he had a harem of a thousand women, or if he was married and had kids, hell, not even if he was a mass murderer.

  Every minute of his attention felt like heaven.

  And then, she felt his lips against the left side of her neck just next to her ear, where he could sense her now only slightly elevated pulse; her heartbeat instantly sped up.

  Belladonna wasn’t able to breathe normally, she needed to suck in the air and hold it in her lungs if she wanted to be able to endure his touch. She had no idea where to focus on, because his hand – it had to be the right one – and his mouth continued to caress her.

  She focused on the light swinging of the mattress, telling her that he was gett
ing, or keeping, himself hard, still waiting for her, taking his time for her.

  Why did he have to be so damn perfect?

  She almost lost herself in these tender touches that made her feel as if she was resting on a cloud.

  That was until his mouth reached her right nipple and his lips were replaced by a tongue.

  This touch came close to a lightning strike.

  Her body buckled and arched on its own, even though she did her best to stay relaxed. She clawed her hands into the sheets below her as he started to suckle on her erect flesh, in return making her thighs slick with arousal.

  “Oh God, please.”

  Belladonna moaned loudly, not holding back her voice, since she was doing her best to stop her body from executing a will of its own. “Please. I can’t...”

  Yet, King stayed calm and administered the same detailed attention to her left nipple.

  Belladonna wanted to scream in frustration and need. But she didn’t, because she knew that he would make her pay for it, and she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to endure it. So, when his mouth placed a trail of kisses from her ribcage to her belly button, Belladonna did her best to stop her body from moving.

  She concentrated on the softness of his lips, the light wetness they left behind, and nothing else.

  When he continued his path, passing by her belly button, her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her nerves went on high alert. If he would start kissing her pussy, he would be her undoing. She tensed, clenching all her muscles, trying to face his tenderness with hardness. And that was probably what he had planned. The first light lick of his tongue swiped it all away. There was not a fraction of resistance inside of her, not even the glimpse of a thought. And when he continued to bring his tongue down on her it was all she could feel. Her body was nothing but sensation and nerves, waiting for the next time his tongue or mouth connected with her, and every time it happened, there was nothing else existing. His tongue dove into her body, bringing nerves to life she didn’t even know were there. When his mouth started to suck on her already overly sensitive clit, she had nothing to prevent her body from rocking against it. Her body wasn’t hers anymore.

  King of Diamonds didn’t have to do more than just slide two fingers inside her. Her pussy instantly clenched around them. All he had to do was wait and watch while Belladonna shattered into a billion pieces and continued to buckle until all of these fragments returned to put her back together again. She had no idea of what his expression might look like, and she didn’t know what to think or imagine, either. There was no time for it anyhow. When he pulled out his fingers, she could feel the movement in every fiber of her body.

  “Bella,” he whispered and she tried to reclaim control over her body.

  She could feel his hand at her blindfold, and he pulled it off, waiting for her to look back into his eyes. For a moment there she was confused, but only until she could feel his cock at her entrance, easily sliding into her shortly after. Her pussy had just been too wet, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t spreading her, quite the contrary. He was big enough to cause a slight pang of pain as he plunged into her all the way. Again her walls clenched around him as she came for the second time, and she was staring right into his eyes as she did.

  Belladonna had no idea if she could take more of that, but all he had done so far is push his cock into her.

  And now he started moving, slowly. No matter in what direction, it felt like little orgasms taking her on a wild ride; she couldn’t stop herself from moaning, panting, or clawing her hands into his back. Still, he didn’t increase his speed, savoring every tiny reaction of hers to whatever he did; changing the angle, or the movement of his hips.

  King continued taking in every expression of hers, showing an impressive restraint that made her fall in love with him, just a little bit.

  When his movements came more forceful, filling her just how she needed it, she couldn’t stop herself from cursing or pleading.

  Yet, the most exciting moment was when he closed his eyes and his face showed signs of him succumbing to the sensation she had given into right from the start. Watching him almost made her come for a third time, but this time she wanted and needed to come with him.

  The sounds he started to make were like a masterpiece for her ears. And every time he opened his eyes it sent little jolts through her body. She loved to hear him moan and groan and couldn’t stop her hands from digging into his hair and pulling him closer.

  He obeyed and her heart cracked.

  His face was so close now, close enough that she could simply kiss him if she wanted to. And hell, did she want to. But she remembered his words. He wasn’t hers, and it killed her.

  Just when the despair about that thought threatened to cast a tear down her cheek, his movements became erratic and his lovemaking turned into crude animalistic act.

  Hell, did she love it.

  Every time their hips collided, she felt as if he was scooting her closer to that edge she wanted to fall from, and every time it seemed as he wanted her to pull him along with her. Belladonna endured and waited patiently until that very moment he came.

  His eyes were locked to hers when she felt him come inside of her despite the condom that he wore, and it was that feeling that sent her over the edge him.

  Still, when he rode out his orgasm and prolonged hers, his face and his mouth were far too close to her own. It was painful that she wasn’t allowed to kiss him. Especially after that perfect orgasm. The way he looked back at her, he seemed to know how she was feeling. Yet, he didn’t look away. Even worse, his eyes jumped between hers and her lips as if he was tempted to kiss her.

  “Bella,” he murmured, but in her eyes it sounded like pleading, as if he was asking her to let him go.

  Her heart tumbled and her breath got stuck in her throat. Involuntarily she licked her lips and with a sting to her heart she pulled her hands from his back to let him go. But instead of bringing space between them, he lowered his face down to her ear, whispering: “You really are as alluring and deadly as the flower you chose for yourself, Deadly Nightshade.”

  Then he pulled out and left her shivering on the canopy bed. Belladonna listened to his movements and concentrated on her breath, because she was trying to prevent the tears that had gathered in her eyes from rolling down her cheeks.

  As perfect as this evening, this encounter, had been, as equally painful it was to her, too. King of Diamonds, her Mr. Scotch, was perfect in every way, his demeanor, his choice of words, his dominance, and his gentleness. But she knew that she couldn’t have him. And yet, without any doubt, she knew that this man had her.

  Dark Alley:

  Need

  Dark Alley Ep. 4

  D. S. Wrights

  Fifteen

  Alice did not only sleep in the next morning but stayed in bed way past noon, dozing off now and then, eagerly returning into the arms of the dream in which she relived all those delicious moments she had spent in King of Diamonds’ company. She didn’t want to return to reality and face its ugly truth. The very same thing that she had appreciated about the Dark Alley was now what was haunting her awakened mind.

  The allure of this place was its anonymity and the fact that you could order anything your body but not your heart desired. She knew nothing about King of Diamonds, apart from how he smelled, how he tasted, and how his voice sounded. That, and his hair and eye color. She knew exactly as much as allowed.

  Yes, she had seen him briefly that fateful night at the club, but she had been drinking and had not expected to meet the man ever again. She simply hadn’t thought that she would end up getting so much attention. And now, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling because her body refused to go back to sleep, she tried to evoke the image of his face. There were only fragments she could remember.

  Why couldn’t she remember him as she did Aquarius? Their initial meeting was just as brief and still, she would be able to describe his features?

  She let out
a long, desperate groan.

  If anyone knew that she had seen Aquarius’ face and was aware of the fact that he was a reporter, they would kick her straight out of paradise, but right now Alice was wondering if that was maybe the best option. She had no idea if she could face either of these men again, for similar and yet so different reasons. She enjoyed being with both far too much, and she was smart enough to admit that she had developed some kind of attachment or more.

  Sitting up, Alice folded back her blankets and brought her legs around. She couldn’t hide in her bed forever, so, she hoped for her daily routine to at least push back the inevitable moment of having to make a decision for a bit.

  It was exactly twenty minutes later, when she sat at her kitchen table, sipping on her coffee and staring blankly at nothing. She was hungry, but had absolutely no appetite, as she was chewing on the problem at hand: what to do with the two men she had met at the Dark Alley?

  Alice knew for a fact that if she met up with Aquarius again, she would use him and that was the last thing she wanted right now, even though he didn’t really seem to mind the last time.

  Still, even without knowing his real name, she knew too much about him; and she couldn’t group him with all the other anonymous men of the Alley.

  And King of Diamonds… she knew she would only have to hear his voice in that commanding tone of his anywhere and her knees would give out beneath her.

  She had to call Bianca so she could make sense of her thoughts. Her best friend’s view on things was always helpful for how she should go on from there. But should she really consider canceling her membership? Wasn’t that similar to chickening out and bailing? Alice didn’t want to return back to her normal self. All she had to do was accept that she had to leave her emotions and hopes at the entrance with all her other personal belongings.