by Duvane, JB
I gripped the comforter underneath me and pushed my ass up toward him, and when the head finally made it past the tightest part, I let out a loud groan. As Drake eased himself into me, my mouth stayed wide open, but nothing came out. I just closed my eyes and allowed the slow burn to melt into me and spread.
Drake was on me now, pumping in and out of me like an animal while I screamed out with each thrust. I was completely overwhelmed with the intensity of the massive cock slamming into me. I slid my right hand down along my stomach until I reached my clit, then used my own lubrication on myself. I slid my fingers around over the top of my clit, dipping them into my pussy hole every few seconds to keep everything slippery. And all the while, Drake continued to pound into me, my entire body shaking and jerking with each powerful thrust.
I felt myself start to come and I pushed my ass up even higher in the air. I loved the feeling of being opened up to Drake like that, giving him complete control of my asshole. When the orgasm ripped through me I heard Drake, and those sounds resonated throughout my entire body. I knew I was tightening around his cock and I knew what that did to him. I could tell by the moans that came out of him that he was having an incredibly intense orgasm. That’s the way it was when I came while he fucked my ass. The contractions massaged his orgasming cock, heightening the sensations and milking every last drop out of him.
I loved the sounds that he made. It was almost as if I could have come myself just from listening to him. I just couldn’t imagine my life without him. He was everything I ever wanted and more. I think maybe having his freedom changed him because even though he still had that intensity that drew me to him, he was also so laid back and fun. Even his punishments became more laid back, and usually involved me running around naked, doing the things I wanted to do while he watched. Which was something I knew that I would never get tired of—knowing that he was watching me and knowing how much he loved it.
I felt so lucky every single day, knowing that we had found each other. That I was Drake’s little sweet pea and his filthy little slut, and always would be.
The End
About The Dark Doctor
Abby thought she was running away from her problems, but she wound up running into the arms of her worst nightmare.
“…from this point forward your will is no longer your own. You belong to me.”
I thought I had found the perfect guy. Jake was handsome and sexy and had eyes that could get me to do just about anything. The problem? The thought of being in love scared the hell out of me, so I called it quits and ran before I got in any deeper, driving off into a crazy winter storm. When I woke up the next day I was in a strange hospital and slowly came to the realization that I was being drugged and held there against my will…by my ex-boyfriend Jake. He claims he’s someone else though…a doctor in this dark, creepy private hospital in the middle of nowhere…but I know it’s him, and I don’t know how I’m going to get out of here.
This is a standalone novel of 44,000 words with gothic elements, dark sexual themes, kidnapping, nightmares, insanity and has a HEA.
Chapter 1 - Abby
I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I wove my way through the last bits of rush hour traffic at twilight. Steady streams of tears poured down my cheeks.
Streams that mirrored the drops of rain that danced in miniature rivers down the windshield in front of her.
“Oh, Jesus Christ! Shut the hell up with that nonsense.” I said out loud to myself. The rain had just started coming down heavier as the daylight faded away and headlights lit up in long strings in front of me. I’d hoped that leaving would make me feel better, or maybe just relieved somehow. That running away would alleviate the panic that was building inside me every time I kissed Jake. But that wasn’t the case at all. I already missed him and at every exit I passed I wanted to turn back and run into his arms. I was too scared of my own feelings, though, and the dreary weather and darkening of the sky were really very appropriate at that moment, considering that there was no way I was going to be able to stop crying anytime soon.
The irony of the situation I was suddenly finding myself in was not lost on me, though. Here I was, a 24-year-old girl most people would consider an adult, yet for some reason, I wasn’t able to feel good about anything in my life that really mattered to me. And I still wasn’t sure when I was going to start feeling like an adult. I had been writing since I was a kid and selling my books online for years, yet I could never admit to myself, or anyone else, that I was a writer. I would tell people that writing was a hobby, and I would always qualify it by saying that they were just romance novels, which somehow made me feel less like a big old liar than if I were to just come right out and say that I was a writer. My soul sucking day job in retail was somehow more appropriate to refer to as my real job and when people invariably asked “what do you do?” that’s what I told them. As if retail sales were my life. And there was just no way I could even begin to see myself as an adult. I looked at my parents and people their age and just didn’t understand how or when I was supposed to resemble anything remotely like them.
When am I going to actually feel like an adult, goddamnit? I thought as I fought back full-on sobs.
And then there was this thing with Jake. I loved him. And he loved me. At least he told me he did. But the more I saw those incredible eyes of his and felt the shivers that his kisses sent coursing through my body the more I wanted to bolt out the door. The sex was incredible if somewhat confusing at times, but we were just figuring each other out. And besides, I was an adventurous girl and I was willing to try anything once. The real problem was his eyes; the way they looked at me like I was the only thing on this entire planet that he could see. He could give me one look and send me into a fit of passion that left my jeans soaking wet. It just scared the hell out of me the way his eyes seemed to look inside me and make me believe that he loved me. I told myself that’s what I was really running away from, those eyes of his and the way they could manipulate me, and I think I was actually starting to believe it.
She let the tears fall and wash black streaks of mascara down her cheeks, hoping that those same tears would wash the sorrow out of her heart too.
“Ugh, stop being so pathetic, Abby!”
But I am pathetic. I’m ruining my own freaking life with every mile I drive away from Jake, and no one’s gonna feel sorry for me because of that.
“So go ahead! Feel sorry for yourself. Live it up!” I said out loud as I burst into tears again.
“Can’t you just stop it for a little while, Abby? Can’t you just grow up and stop being a basket case for like ten seconds?”
The traffic thinned out gradually as I drove north, out of the city and towards an unknown place that seemed a hell of a lot safer right now than the arms of the man I loved. God, he had great arms too. I felt so safe when we were in bed together and he wrapped them around me from behind. It felt like nothing bad in the world could touch me when we were together. Nothing but my own stupidity. But here I was again going back and forth about Jake. One second I was confident of my decision to leave him, and the next I was mooning over his eyes and arms and remembering how safe he made me feel. I was going to give myself mental whiplash if I didn’t stop this. I really needed to find a nice, quiet place where I could relax and take some time to think. I was sure that after a few days away I would be able to see things more clearly, but the thing I wasn’t sure of was which part of me would win out. The part that was running away from him or the part that was missing his strong, safe arms.
“Goddamnit, I need something to get my mind off him.” I turned the radio on, trying to find some upbeat music or anything that might distract me from the incredibly sad image of his face, and those eyes when I told him that I couldn’t do this anymore.
* * *
“Do what? What do you mean?” he asked, his voice more serious than I had ever heard it. He knew something was wrong and I avoided his eyes by staring down at my hands. I didn’t know wha
t to say. I didn’t know how to explain to him that I loved him too much and it was all too scary and I had never let a man get this close to me, ever. It seemed plausible when I made the final decision an hour ago, but it suddenly all sounded so ridiculous and childish to me when I was trying to explain it to him.
“I need space, Jake. I think I just need to be alone for a while. This is all moving so fast and I had never planned on a serious relationship,” I said as my voice trailed off to almost a whisper. I was losing my momentum fast. I felt like I needed a stronger argument, but those were the first things that popped into my head that didn’t sound completely idiotic. I guess it just seemed easier to lie to him and give him a string of cliches straight out of some TV show dialogue, because telling him that I was terrified of what I was feeling just sounded so overly dramatic. What idiot left a guy because she thought she was starting to love him too much?
When I looked up at him I could barely open my mouth, let alone summon up the strength to tell him the truth. How could I tell him that every time he kissed me it made me wish that a hole would open up in the ground underneath me. I couldn’t take it anymore because it was getting to the point that I needed his kisses too much. I craved them and I felt like my heart was going to explode every time his lips were near me. But then what if the kisses from those incredible lips went away? What would I do then? I just couldn’t face that possibility, and I kept thinking that, no matter what, I couldn’t let him kiss me one more time. Leaving seemed so final, but I just didn’t know what else to do.
* * *
“This is just great, Abby. Run away and find a rock to hide under while the man of your dreams slips through your fingers, why don’t you.”
I continued to cry as I drove through the pounding rain and thought about the image that I just couldn’t get out of my head. The sad look in those deep, dark, eyes as I turned and walked away from him. He had one of those classically handsome faces with a strong, chiseled jawline and a gorgeous mop of two-days-past-needing-a-haircut shaggy, dark brown hair - which were definitely some awesome perks for sure. But his eyes…my god, did I mention his eyes? I pictured them as I drifted along in my driving daydream, trying desperately to replace the sadness that I had caused in them with the lust that had previously been there every time he looked at me. Before tonight, that is. I tried as hard as I could to visualize the mesmerizing, swirling lust filled stares that had always made my head swim. I knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to keep thinking about him, but since I couldn’t stop myself right now I figured it was better to picture him at his most glorious than dwell on the miserable. I had never seen eyes as dark and incredibly intense as Jake’s before. They almost felt like they were not only seeing into my soul…
…but were talking to it, whispering sweet things to it. Telling it secrets that my brain didn’t even know or understand.
“Good lord, Abby. How much more melodramatic can you get?” I said as I rolled my eyes at myself. But to be completely honest, even though I was prone to romanticization, I wasn’t really exaggerating in this case. From the very moment I met him I hadn’t been able to mask my feelings when his hypnotic eyes met mine. The world dropped away and all I could see were those deep, dark pools of moonlit water. Even as he walked towards me, before we met, it was as if I could feel the energy of his stare boring into me and through me. I was frozen in place until he touched my hand and smiled, and my mouth may as well have been full of food for all the good it was to me at that moment.
* * *
“Hello. My name is Jake. Jake Lewellyn.”
“Uh…”
“You must be Abby.”
“Uh huh…”
I’d just climbed out of the swimming pool when this man with laser beam eyes approached me. If he hadn’t said my name I would’ve thought he was talking to someone that was standing right behind me, but there he stood, just inches away from me, holding his hand out and smiling. He was easily a foot taller than me and as I looked up at his face and shook his hand I had shift a little to block the late morning sun that was peaking up over the country club roof just behind his head.
“Maxwell went inside to use the club’s phone. She asked me to tell you where she was if you got out of the pool before she came back,” he said with a sexy smile.
“Oh, she did?”
“Yes, she did. She also told me to have you join me at my table. She said she’d meet us over there when she was done on the phone.”
Maxwell had brought me to the club with her for a day of full-on rest and relaxation after a night of wallowing and crying over being dumped by the guy she had been seeing for almost two months. I looked around the pool patio to see if I could catch a glimpse of her, but it sounded like he was telling me the truth. The thought of a gorgeous stranger at a country club lying to me to convince me to sit at his table made me smile to myself, and through my giddy haze I realized that he was smiling back.
What and incredibly sexy smile, I thought as I continued to stare up at him. And I had a really hard time not staring at him, especially since he was easily the most gorgeous man within a twenty-mile radius. But it may also have had to do with the way he looked back at me. His eyes seemed to get bigger and darker the longer we stood there, and he leaned toward me like he was about to say something, or do something. It was very unnerving, but in a way that made me almost swoon.
“Why don’t you grab your things and we can head over to my table,” he said, gesturing to the far corner of the patio but never taking his eyes off me. I immediately wrapped a towel around my body, hoping that he hadn’t already seen the worst of it when I was hoisting myself up the pool ladder. Even though I had recently lost some weight I was so used to feeling insecure about my body that it was just a reflex now. I knew I would never have the skinny arms and legs and flat stomach that Maxwell had, but I was working on just feeling good about being me, and it had been going pretty well until this handsome man started picking me apart with his eyes. At least, that’s the way it felt.
We walked in the direction that he had pointed, then stopped in front of a table that was littered with a variety of glasses with bits of different colored liquids in the bottom and a small cordless speaker that was playing some super bassy song.
Hmmmm…Mr. Popular, obviously. He’s just talking to me because he’s friends with Maxwell, I’m sure.
A waiter walked up and asked Jake if there was anything we needed.
“Yes, just take all these away please and…would you like anything to drink, Abby?”
“No thanks.” I was still barely able to form full sentences around this guy, but anything would have been better than the self-deprecating jokes I could feel bubbling up inside me, just waiting to get out.
“Do you want anything to eat? Are you hungry at all?”
“Well, that’s a silly question,” I said as I laughed, trying to make a joke and failing miserably. Jake smiled and told me that the food there was very good, but I just shook my head and tried to sink as far as I could into my chair.
“No, really, I’m fine. Thank you,” I said to the waiter and he nodded back at me.
Jake told the waiter to come back when the rest of our party had joined us, then settled into his chair while the table was being cleaned off.
“So Maxwell tells me you’re a writer.”
I stopped breathing for a few seconds and looked around the patio, avoiding his eyes and laughing like he had just told a joke.
“I’m sorry. I feel like I’m missing something. Isn’t there a supermodel orgy around here you’re late for?”
Oh God, I can’t believe that really just came out of my mouth! I thought as I laughed, trying to make light of my ridiculous comment. I was overreacting like crazy, and I guess I was a little on edge because I hadn’t talked to a guy, let alone a really hot guy, in forever. But the way this guy was looking at me was kinda unsettling. And I didn’t know if he was flirting with me or what the hell was going on, but figured I couldn’t
possibly be his type so I told myself to just get a grip. Plus the comment about me being a writer really threw me for a loop. Where did Maxwell get off telling him I was a writer? But even through all of my idiotic insecurities, I knew that comment was just lame.
Just chill out Abby. He’s not into you so stop acting so silly. He’s just a really nice guy.
I laughed weakly again to indicate that it was a joke, but I really felt like crawling under the table for the rest of my life. And, of course, Jake was still looking at me with those eyes and that damned expression, and I was pretty sure he was laughing at me, or that he had just realized I what an idiot I was.
“Oh, brother. Andrew just called me on the club phone cause he couldn’t get me on my cell. And he kept me on there for like fifteen minutes. Ugh. It’s hard to hate him when he sounds so sorry.”
Maxwell looked from me to Jake and back to me.
“So! You two got a chance to get to know each other a little?” she asked as she flopped down on a lounge chair and put her feet up.
“Yeah, we’ve gotten to know each other. I now know that this is Abby and that I am apparently late for a supermodel orgy that I didn’t even know was happening. I feel so out of the loop,” Jake said as he winked at me. And oh God could he wink. I couldn’t believe I had been so rude to him.
“I’m so sorry about that. I really don’t know why…”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a smile as he put his hand over mine on the table.
My face flushed as I looked down at his hands.
God, is he for real? He seems so incredibly sweet, but hot guys aren’t sweet. At least not to me.