Dark Master (Dark Masters Book 1)

by Shana Vanterpool

  I giggled, taking his outstretched hand.

  I expected a dungeon, all things considered, but what I got was pure open beauty.

  The entire far wall was uninterrupted glass that was half-frosted. The sun and the trees poured into the room, lighting it up completely. Much like Samuel’s dungeon, there were toys and contraptions my mind hadn’t made sense of. Belts, whips, paddles, rope, all the color of dark or wood. There was a bed made up with pure black sheets and matching pillows.

  “I don’t bring many subs up here. The basement absorbs most of our playtime. It sets the mood, so to speak. Most never even ask if I have a playroom. I am myself so completely in this room, not many would make it through that door and want to come back. They wouldn’t understand the power play of control.”

  I wanted him to unleash his true colors across my soul.

  “Is it weird for me to think it’s beautiful?” I could imagine playing at night, the entire wall of windows letting in nothing but blackness and the twinkle of stars.

  It would look like we were playing in the universe, screaming into the abyss.

  “No, I think the same.”

  The deep rich wooden floors marked my steps as I went over to a large chest of drawers. I opened the top to find a selection of ball gags and circular things gleaming with diamonds. I brought one out, a collar-like choker studded with clear jewels. “What is this?”

  “A collar. The leashes and nipple clamps are in the drawer below.”

  “A leash and collar?” I couldn’t look at him as I played that through my mind. Him above me, me on my hands and knees, the diamonds in my collar shimmering in his dark universe. “I won’t be wearing this.” I put it back and closed the drawer, hugging myself.

  “It’s not what you think. Imagine your naked body on that bed. On your hands and knees. Me behind you, your fine ass nestled against my groin. The collar will be cold against your skin, and when I tugged as I slammed into you, it would only remind you who had the power.”

  He should be a lawyer. He could sway me alarmingly well.

  “What’s that?” I pointed at a pedestal type box. Stems of metal jutted from the four corners and there were thick ropes with wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs attached to the four corners.

  “This room isn’t for punishment. This room is only about our roles as dominant and submissive. The punishments happen outside that door. Did it hurt last night? The belt, the wine, we were in our roles and you played yours so well.” His deep proud voice brushed across my back, making my spine tingle. “Last night is what this room is all about.” He stepped close to the pedestal box and sat, showing me the seat itself was black velvet.

  He lay across it, spread eagle, his arms apart and over his head and his feet the same.

  “This is a spreader stand. I had it custom made. It holds your legs apart wide and your arms the same. Giving me complete access to your pussy and your tits. You won’t be able to close your legs, even after multiple orgasms. You won’t have a choice but to receive, and receive, and receive. I mostly use this spreader stand for orgasm torture.”

  I squeezed my legs together. “And that?” I pointed at a horizontal ladder-like stand, the color of red wood.

  He walked over to the ladder and climbed it, carefully lying on his back and grabbing the uppermost bars to keep himself there. “You’re tied here. Picture yourself naked. I can do what I want with you. I can climb as high as I need to reach any part of you.”

  I approached the ladder and climbed up the rungs, putting my face in front of his crotch. His erection strained against his jeans. I already loved this contraption. The strangeness and the lack of control heightened my senses and my expectations.

  I touched the second highest rung and pulled myself to hover over him, my hair falling to create a golden-brown curtain around us. He was so good-looking right now, eyes teeming with his bad, lips full and parted. “I think I’ll like this one.”

  “You’ll like them all. I’ll make sure that you do.”

  How had he done it? I wasn’t afraid of this room, not even for a second. I had started in the most sinister corner of his lifestyle, and was now basking in the glowing light of his chambers. He really was my master, controlling me even when I wasn’t aware. I kissed him, laying across his body as he held himself up by the uppermost rung. His long, lean muscled body felt wonderful in my hands.

  “When can we play?” I sucked on his bottom lip, biting softly.

  He groaned low in his chest. “Tonight, once it’s dark. You’re mine undeniably from the moment you enter until I let you out. Safe words are kept in mind, but rarely needed in here. Playing can take a lot out of us; we won’t come in here often. This room is a reward for us both.”

  When I slid down the ladder, I caught sight of what looked like an acrobatic rope.

  He wrapped me in his arms from behind, joining my stare. “I put your wrists in the holsters and you hang off the ground. Naked and mine. It’s my favorite,” he purred, cupping my breasts in his grip. “You’ll receive a nice flogging up there, until you’re spinning and trying to get away from me. Then I’ll bury my tongue in your tight little cunt to get it ready for bigger and rougher things.” He pressed his erection against my ass from behind. “You’ll look incredible up there, hair flowing, perky tits reddened from the flogger, ass burning. Your pussy’s dripping already, isn’t it?”

  I arched in his hold. “Do we have to wait until it’s dark?”

  “What kind of monster would I be? Playing in anything but the dark?” He smiled against my neck, pressing a long kiss to my pulse. He bit me where my pulse pounded. “You are making me the luckiest monster in the world. Doesn’t seem right. For a monster to feel this good.”

  Sadness entered the room like an evil force.

  I turned around in his hold and held him to me, rubbing his back up and down from his shoulders to his spine and back up.

  “Thank you, Master, for letting me know how good I make you feel. You deserve it, Jaxon. You deserve to feel good.” I kissed his sad lips, staring into his dark enigmatic eyes as our kiss turned into more lust and less denial.

  “Let’s go stretch.” He took my elbow and brought me downstairs into his bedroom. “Take your bottoms off and lie on the bed with your legs straight and your stomach on the bed.”

  I wanted to ask why, but it didn’t matter why. I’d do it and he’d make it so good I’d never question him.

  I took my jeans off and my panties, bending over the bed and keeping my legs straight.

  “I’m going to put two weighted ben-wa balls into your pussy. Ask me why, Miya.”

  “Why, Master?”

  “So they stimulate your lower muscles, making your ass work around the plug you’re going to wear all day until it’s time for your enema. Oh,” he murmured, bending to stretch across my body. His mouth found my ear and his teeth bit down hard on my earlobe. “Did I forget to mention that tonight will be all about your ass?”

  I hissed, my teeth biting into his sheets. He lifted free of me and I heard plastic ripping behind me.

  “Relax your muscles. You’re not to cum. If you do, we won’t play tonight and you must wear these until tomorrow night. No defecating or peeing.”

  I gasped.

  “I’m going to rub your clit nice and slow to get you wet for the balls. If you want help not coming, all you have to do is ask.”

  I weighed my options. I’d never worn anything inside of me, and I already knew I couldn’t do it for more than twenty-four hours. “Please, help me.”

  “Of course, baby.” One hand rubbed my ass tenderly as the other slipped below. He found my clit and set to a long slow massage, stroking me in the most enticing perfect way.

  I feared he’d forgotten. My teeth bit into his sheets and I tried my hardest not to explode around him. Just when I thought I would fail, he spanked me hard, and it was the exact balm to my approaching orgasm.

  He removed his fingers and set to spanking me for a long tim
e. Heavy painful drops of his palms. It hurt so damn good. I writhed on the bed, body tense as I waited for his hand to fall across my tender flesh. The longer he spanked me, the more the pain grew, taking the pleasure with it.

  He began on my clit once more. I felt tears burning, but I didn’t understand why. I wasn’t in too much pain and I was existing on the cusp of an orgasm, in the most perfect place. My emotions plummeted as he worked my aching clit, stroking in a damaging circle. I was on the edge of madness, rubbing myself over his hand.

  A second before I came, he spanked me. He continued until I was shrinking away from his heavy hand falls.

  “Shh,” he hushed. “I want you to spread your ass apart for me.” I reached back blindly to grab my cheeks in each hand and spread them for him, baring my hole and sex. I jerked when I felt his fingers prodding my hole. “You went to the bathroom today, right?”

  I blushed furiously, closing my eyes in embarrassment. “Jaxon.”

  “Yes or no?” he growled, sending his hand against the backs of my thighs.

  “Yes,” I ground out.

  “When?”

  “Before we left.”

  “When I was packing?”

  “Yes.”

  “Your shyness disappoints me. There’s nothing you couldn’t do around me. There’s no part of you I don’t want.” Something cold and hard pressed against my hole. “Take this all and absorb the pain.” He pressed the object unapologetically inside of me. It wasn’t long, but it was wide. My back muscles tightened around it and I groaned, my teeth digging back into the sheets. “Does it hurt?”

  He didn’t sound like he minded, so I didn’t answer.

  “The ben-wa balls are next. There’s only two. They’re not wide. They’re heavy.” I heard him spit and the warm spray landed right on my sex a moment before he inserted one of the balls into me. I mewled into his blankets, thankful he’d gotten me wet first. They weren’t wide at all, but they were almost unbearably heavy. “Stay that way, full and exposed, until I come back.”

  When he left, I didn’t move. I was too afraid to move. The pressure in my holes were strong and invasive. I was horny and full and I wanted to orgasm, but at the same time, I didn’t know how. I found a way to relax when he returned.

  “You’re a sight right now, Miya. Full and wet.” He pushed down on the plug and rubbed his palm across my pussy, applying pressure on the balls. “The balls will remain snuggly inside of you, but you’re too tight for the plug.” Something tore and then the sticky ends were affixed to my hole. “Nothing a little Duct Tape won’t fix.” He spanked me with both hands across my ass. “Go shower and get dressed. Wear something casual. We’re going to dinner with some … friends.”

  “Duct Tape?” I didn’t know why this of all things shocked me.

  “It’s multipurpose. What can’t it do?” he teased.

  Showering with the plug and the balls was one of the most torturous and erotic things he’d ever done to me. The immense pressure on both the hungriest parts of me made even the simplest tasks intense. Brushing my teeth, shaving my legs and pussy—I was on the edge of pure ecstasy induced madness. There was nothing I wouldn’t do tonight in his chambers.

  “I’m walking funny, aren’t I?” I waddled past his amused body in the closet, picking through the dresses.

  He jumped into a pair of black jeans, buttoning and zipping them. His naked torso looked lean and muscular; the balls in my pussy grew heavier. Oh no, I thought in dismay. This was going to be a long night.

  “There is a certain pep in your step.” He pulled on a dark blue long-sleeved shirt, buttoning it quickly before dipping into his sock drawer.

  I rolled my eyes and went over to the jeans.

  “Tip? A skirt is probably your friend tonight. No panties. The breeze will help. Not to mention the ease of access.”

  “It’s snowing.”

  “We’ll be indoors.” He left me in the closet with my mouth hanging open.

  My skirt was black, touching the tops of my knees, and flowy, paired with a long sleeve-white blouse that hugged my every curve. I braided my hair down to one side and fanned the bottom of the braid, lining my eyes and gliding the end of my pink lipstick over my lips.

  The entire time I got ready, the balls and plug tickled the brush of insanity warring inside of me.

  His eyes glided over me as I took the stairs, my heels marking my every step. I felt his dark gaze on my thighs and legs. He leaned against the couch, arms crossed, hair styled out of his face.

  “Where are we going exactly?” I asked, holding my hands in front of me. The way he looked at me turned me on, and that made it harder to keep my inner muscles relaxed.

  “My aunt is having a family dinner. I can fend her off for months, but eventually, she doesn’t want to hear my excuses. It’s either this, or she threatened to bring the entire family here. And that,” he said darkly, “ain’t happening.”

  I didn’t know what to think. The last thing I wanted to do was meet his family full of his kinky sex toys.

  “You’re … aunt?”

  He remained in his position, arms crossed over his chest, expression forcedly nonchalant. He quirked one brow.

  “Jaxon.” I let a breath out and went to him. “I didn’t know you had family, I mean I hadn’t thought to ask. You never said anything. I thought you moved on, or I don’t know. Maybe I thought you were as alone as I was.”

  “Don’t get carried away. They’re not the Brady Bunch, Miya. They’re the spawns of hell, but they’re all I have, so get in the fucking car so we can get this over with.”

  I squeaked when he grabbed my elbow and drug me outside and into his Lexus. He was angry, defensive. I was still trying to understand what was going on. The moment I sat down, the pressure of the toys hurt. I wasn’t in the mood anymore and they were too uncomfortable.

  I reached out and grabbed for his arm, gritting my teeth.

  “Open your legs for me.” I let them fawn open. He found my clit and circled it, leaning forward to capture my mouth. He kissed me roughly, no lust or even love. “Better?” he growled, tearing his hand free and pulling out of the driveway.

  “Jaxon, please tell me what’s going on.”

  “I told you. Dinner at my aunt’s. What’s there to understand?”

  “You’re being defensive.”

  “Maybe I am. Maybe you should be my submissive and keep quiet.”

  I glared at the side of his face. When had he spoken to his family? When he’d left me alone for those ten minutes? He hadn’t been this way then.

  “Maybe you should pull over and let me out.” I took my seatbelt off.

  He gripped the steering wheel. “Miya, I don’t need this from you right now. Tonight will be hard enough without having you against me.”

  “How long have you known about this dinner?”

  “Aunt Pyper has one every Sunday. Every Sunday I am too busy. With work or school. It’s a game we play. I avoid as hard as I can and she pushes until she wins.”

  That seemed to be something he was susceptible toward. Women got what they wanted from him, even if it was bad for him.

  “But you’ve known we were going to dinner all day?”

  “No. She texted while I left you. She’ll make good on her threat. And I can’t have my family at my place. My house can only house one monster at a time.”

  “And you want me to meet them like this?” I gawked at him.

  “Like what? You’re beautiful. Stunning. Pyper will be proud I’ve brought home a woman for once.”

  “Instead of what? A sex slave? I’ve got a butt plug in my ass!”

  “Miya!” he snapped right back. “Sit back and put your seatbelt on.” There was a threat there, but no follow up, which meant he wasn’t in the mood to give me options. There was only one. His.

  I put my seatbelt back on. I didn’t want to make his anxiety worse. I could sense it in him, his inner torment was threatening to overtake him.

  I pulled
the visor down and examined myself. I felt like I was naked with nipple clamps on and dripping sweat and wearing black leather. In reality, I looked like me. There was nothing on my outside that told of my inside.

  I waited for him to continue, but if history taught me anything it was that his way rarely cared for decency. My kinky broken master was a twisted coil of unease as he drove. When he got into the Richmond neighborhood, I wasn’t sure what bothered me most. That he had dropped this bomb on me, or that this bomb lived on one of the most normal streets I’d ever seen.

  Jaxon put the Lexus in park in the full driveway of a single-story home. It had a lawn, the green patch covered in day-old fallen snow. Middle-class cars. There were kids down the street building a snowman. It was then, sitting in that driveway, when I realized I was in fact not a part of this world. I didn’t belong. The only world I belonged in was his.

  “My Aunt Pyper doesn’t know about my lifestyle. Keep that between us. In fact, let’s keep everything between us. You’re my girlfriend and that’s it. Done. You work at Sam’s moving company, which is how we met. Do you understand?”

  “No, I don’t think I do.” I tried to pull my skirt down, but of course, that was pointless. “Must we go inside?”

  He looked out the window, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “We’ll talk afterward,” he promised, a deep foreboding in his voice I didn’t understand until I spotted the name on the mailbox.

  VEGA.

  My heart dropped and my brain faded into white noise.

  I understood suddenly why she had such a pull on him. If his Vega and family went together, there was a reason he hadn’t gone far from her.

  “She shouldn’t be here,” he explained, tone empty. “Pyper said Elouise was stuck at work tonight. I didn’t tell Pyper that I was bringing you so she wouldn’t tell Elouise. I haven’t seen Vega since that night, Miya. I promise. But I haven’t figured out how to write Vega off without writing Pyper off too. And if I do that …” He swallowed hard. “I will have no proof that I even existed.”

  Elouise Vega was a byproduct of his aunt; they were too wrapped around the other for him to let either of them go. But that’s what I’d wanted. What he promised me he’d do. I stared at his profile in the front seat, and then I lifted my skirt and propped my leg up on his dash, hating him every second I had to pull his traps and lies out of me.