Dark Romance Novel - Submission + Taken + 1 Mystery books Bundle Set (A Dark Romance Series Novel)

by Veronica Cane

  "That's unfair." He replied in a cold tone.

  "I used to tell him that, and his answer was always that there was no fairness in our relationship, that I was there to serve and obey him and nothing more."

  "Son of…" he murmured something as he got up and walked over to the window, resting his hands on the glass.

  I looked at him a bit worried, not sure of what to expect from him. One thing I was sure: he wasn’t pleased with my story.

  "And you had no one to ask for help or advice." He concluded, still looking into to the dark night.

  "No, I have no family or close friends and my colleagues at work weren’t that close for me to tell them what was going on. All the other people I met were in the lifestyle and I thought all relationships were like mine. I had no way of knowing they weren’t."

  "No one ever asked for you? Reported your disappearance?" he asked, turning to face me.

  "I have no idea. I don’t know what Devlin told everyone about it, and I never asked. I guess I was a bit afraid of asking him that."

  "Why escape this time?" he asked again.

  "When he decided to bring me on this trip, I thought things would be better between us. I had been through the 'Joining Ceremony' where I accepted him as my Master, in front of everybody, and for some reason I expected things to be different." I explained.

  "But they weren't."

  "No, I even think they grew worse. The continuous beating, him letting other masters to use me and punish me as well… but the straw that broke the camel’s back was his decision to lend me for a few months to Hussein, for what he called proper training. I had heard them talking about this man's methods and somehow that was just too much. I couldn’t take it anymore."

  "I shouldn’t have waited so long to take you away from him." He scolded himself.

  "It wasn’t your responsibility. You didn’t know."

  "I did know, but I thought you were happy with it. There are a lot of people in this, that really enjoy pain, that need pain as many need drugs, and I thought you were one of them. Your escape was the event that made me reexamine all the pictures and facts I had and draw new conclusions."

  "Well, I believe it was just in time. I'm sure you would have had more trouble if I had fallen into Hussein's claws." I said, wanting to comfort him, even when I didn’t understand that desire.

  "Yes, that man means trouble, that's for sure."

  "Well, now you know the whole story, more or less." I concluded my version.

  "I wish I had noticed this before…" he started.

  "It's useless to wish on the past. There's not much you can do, and to be furious about it, is a waste of time." I insisted.

  "Yes, I guess you're right." He sighed once more, and closed the distance between us. "What else did he do to you?" he asked, taking a seat again. "Besides beating you."

  "What do you mean exactly?" I asked, confused.

  "Did he practice bondage with you, did he treat you like his pet, like an animal, what?" he elaborated his question.

  "Well, Sir, I was forced to wear a collar and leash all the time, when we were back home, and if we were in private I was forced to crawl on my knees and hands. Does that count?" I asked sarcastic. "I was also to be naked at all times. But he never tied ropes on me, unless they were meant to restrain me, to keep me prisoner."

  "He made you crawl? And did you enjoy it?" he asked, keeping his calm.

  "I didn’t, Sir, but I had to learn to accept it from moment one."

  "I normally don’t use that, unless I believe it is a suitable punishment for my slave or sub." He explained, with a smile. "But it's not something I use on a daily basis."

  "Oh, good… should I thank you for that, Sir?" I couldn’t help the sarcasm from leaving my mouth.

  He grinned, and leaning forward, he trapped my chin with his hand and stole a small kiss from my lips. "That's a very bratty tongue, isn’t it, girl?" his tone was amused, but even so I wasn’t able to stop the shudder of fear that ran down my spine.

  "I'm… I'm sorry…"

  "It wasn’t a complaint." He hastened to explain. "I love a bratty tongue, and I want you to express yourself freely, but without being disrespectful."

  "And how will I know what you, Sir, consider disrespectful? For Devlin, every time I said no to him, I was being disrespectful." Despite all my good intentions, every single word that came out of my mouth was oozing sarcasm and bitterness. I was lowering my guard, and I was sure I didn’t like that.

  "I'll never punish you for a fault caused by ignorance of the rule, or even misunderstanding. Those go off with a simple reprimand." He said while his amusement became more noticeable.

  "And why do you punish, Sir? Why?" I asked the unspoken question that had always been in mind.

  "Punishment corrects bad behaviors, or attitudes, it also enforces in the submissive or slave who's in charge, who dictates the rules and who has to follow them." He answered, leaning back in his chair. "When a person decides to offer the gift of submission to another, he or she is giving their dominants or masters a very rare and special gift that requires from them a lot of strength and courage, because when they submit and trust that person with their physical and emotional wellbeing and share openly all their desires, fantasies and sexual needs, they are handing their body, heart and soul with a nice rope loop on top of it." He continued, with a grimace. "That's a hell of a responsibility, one that I cherish like the most prized gift. But that I too have the responsibility to guide in the best way I can."

  I heard him in silence, and deep inside I knew his words affected me more than they should, but I ignored it. "I didn’t choose to submit to anyone. I was forced to do it." My statement was loud and clear.

  "At some point you did." He recalled with a soft voice. "You told me yourself that you had accepted to participate in the 'Joining Ceremony'."

  "The only reason I went through that living hell, was because he told me he loved me, and that the only way for me to prove my love for him was to accept it. So I did. Did I hand my soul to him? No, never. I still feel I was forced to hand him my body, and maybe even a part of my heart, but I'm sure I would never trust him with my soul." My tone was categorical, with no doubt.

  He stayed in silence for a few moments, his eyes locked on my face, not missing a twist or a blink. "Do you think you would be able to submit completely to someone?"

  My first impulse was to shout a rotund 'No', but I curbed my tongue and analyzed his question. Completely submit to Devlin or someone like him? No, I was sure I would never be able to trust them enough. Right now, I wouldn’t trust them with the toughest masochist in the world. But would I be able to submit to someone else? I had to admit I had found more than physical pleasure in all I had lived, since I was enslaved. If you added to that equation the events on the Jacuzzi, the balance wouldn’t be that negative.

  But I wasn’t sure I was able to trust someone to that point.

  "I don’t know." I answered, quietly, lowering my head. "I don’t know if I can trust someone to that point, not anymore."

  He crossed the distance between us and kneeled in front of me, cradling my face in his hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks, his fingers buried in the depths of my mane. "That's enough for me, girl. My most important quest in life right now will be to gain your trust, and I will, I promise you." He vowed, claiming my lips in a very passionate kiss.

  I returned his kiss, quickly getting involved in the flames of his passion, until he freed me, when we were both struggling to breathe.

  Chapter 12

  Suddenly, he picked me up in his arms, startling me a bit and carried me through a few halls, upstairs and to his room. He put me down in front of his door and opened it, making me go in, smashing me against the wall, one hand wrapped around my throat, as soon as I stepped in, and closing the door behind him.

  His voracious lips took over mine immediately, barely giving me time to breathe in before he sucked all the air out of my lungs. He kept me pinned t
o the wall by my neck, his whole body pressing against mine, as he seemed to kiss me endlessly.

  He finally left my lips to draw trails of fire with his, all over my face, my ears, as he kissed, licked and nibbled as he pleased, increasing the level of arousal in my already flooded senses. I felt like I was completely on fire.

  His other hand traveled to my back, and unbuttoned the small crystals that held my kaftan in place, and with a small pull he had it in a dark puddle at my feet. Soon, his restless hand had unhooked my bra and sent it to join my dress.

  Both his hands claimed my breasts, taking over them with a craving need that was starting to match mine perfectly, as I moaned through gritted teeth. His fingers relished on sweetly torturing my nipples, twisting them, pulling them, and even rolling them between his fingers, making them so hard, clear evidence of my deep arousal.

  With a swift move, he pulled off his tunic, revealing his broad chest, and one more pull on his pants, exposed his hard, throbbing cock, ready for action.

  He trashed my thong at the same time he pulled my leg up and thrust himself deep in me, grunting hoarsely as he reached the depths of my womanhood.

  His first thrust made me gasp for air, feeling his big, thick cock entering me, stretching my walls to make way for him going deep, to my very core, before he started to push in and out of me in a frenetic dance, meant to take us to the highest peaks known by man.

  He pulled me closer, pushing me harder against the wall, as his cock buried itself deeper and deeper in me, taking me a step closer to the edge.

  "Please… " my first plead escaped my lips. I was too close.

  His answer was to pinch hard one of my nipples making me sob.

  The jolt of pain traveled at light speed to my clit making me moan desperately. "Please… please…"

  "Hold on. Don’t come just yet." He growled through gritted teeth, as he kept pounding me hard, pushing me even closer to the edge.

  "Please… I can't… please…" the plea showed just how close I was.

  "No… hold on… don’t come…" he ordered again, and this time he replaced his fingers with his teeth, biting my nipple, just hard enough, to finally push me to the claws of a powerful orgasm, that shook my body wildly.

  He came just after me, growling and biting hard on my shoulder, as he poured himself deep in me.

  When I regain consciousness of my whereabouts, he had taken me to the huge bed, and laid us both on it. Only then I realized I had come without permission and my whole body stiffened.

  "What's the problem, girl?" he asked me, whispering in my ear, as his hands cupped my breasts, caging them tight, but not painfully.

  "None, Sir." I closed my eyes, not wanting to let him know I was scared. Despite my efforts, memories of past experiences ran through my mind, all of them ending with me strongly beaten and begging for mercy.

  "Is there anything you want to tell me, girl?" he asked, and his tone told me he knew what I was thinking about. He wanted me to admit my flaw.

  I closed my eyes harder, postponing the moment for a few precious moments. "Yes, Sir."

  "What is it, girl?" in his tone there was neither rage nor fury, but I knew better than to trust that.

  "I came without permission, Sir." I finally said it.

  "Indeed you did. Did I warn you not to come without my permission?" he continued, his voice still the same.

  "Yes, Sir, you did." My tone was soft, barely audible.

  "So you failed to control yourself in order to follow my instructions?" It sounded like a question, but I knew it wasn’t. I answered it anyway.

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Did you try to control yourself?" the question surprised me. I couldn’t see where he was going with all his questions.

  "Yes, Sir, I did, but it was stronger than me." I answered honestly.

  "Well, then, you'll have to work on that, don't you think? I do like to be obeyed, always." He said, but his tone was still plain, and that intrigued me. I was used to Devlin's outbursts of rage.

  "Yes, Sir."

  "So, it's proven that negative reinforcements work better than the positive ones. So, I believe a punishment should apply here, don’t you agree, girl?" the words I had been waiting for, and that for some stupid reason I was hoping not to hear from Prince Ali.

  "Yes, Sir." I managed to say, hiding the bitterness I was feeling.

  "Punishments, in this lifestyle, are important, girl, and I'm sure you'll understand it one day." He told me, as his hands caressed my breasts, in an attempt to appease me. "So, there's no better moment than the present." He continued, jumping out of bed and stretching his hand to help me up.

  I looked at his hand and doubted for a few seconds, but refusing to accompany him would only bring me more punishments, and like he said, it was better to do it once and for all.

  So I took his hand and got out of bed. He handed me a night robe and he put on his tunic before he guided me out of his room, through the corridor, to a door at the end of it. He pressed a combination into the electronic lock and the heavy wooden door opened up, revealing the man's private dungeon. And it was a very well equipped one, with all you could think of when practicing BDSM: at least two crosses, benches of all forms and purposes, hooks, suspension bars, frames, a huge bed, and even a cobweb made of rope. And added to that, all kinds of accessories, whips, floggers, paddles, canes, leather belts, leather straps, clamps, ropes of all kinds and colors… he had everything you could think of.

  He let me in, with an alluring smile, obviously proud of his dungeon.

  I stepped in, keeping an inner battle with myself, over the control of my emotions, in a vain attempt of preparing myself for what was about to come. These last days had made me forget just how awful this could be.

  "Do you like it?" he asked me, sounding like the little boy who shows off his favorite toy.

  "It's quite amazing, Sir." I managed to answer, only able to see all the things he could use to hurt me.

  "I'm quite a rope lover, and I know you don’t have much experience with it, but I hope I'll be able to make you fall in love with it as well." He said, very enthusiastic.

  "Yes, Sir." What else could I say?

  He walked to the centre of the room and then turned to look at me. "Do you know what a safe word is, girl?"

  I wasn’t expecting that question. I tried to remember from the books I had read, and recalled it was a word any of the participants could use to end things, if the play left their comfort zone. I had thought that was fiction, since so far I hadn’t seen it in real life. "Yes, Sir, I believe I do."

  "Good. I want you to establish your safe word." He ordered me.

  I shook my head, failing to see the point. I was sure he wouldn’t stop whatever he was doing just because I yelled a simple word. "Is that really necessary, Sir?"

  "Yes, girl, it's vital. And I expect you to use it. I have no idea how much you can take, how much further I can go if you don’t help me establish those limits, and you'll do that by using your safe word."

  "Yes, Sir, as you wish." I answered, still not believing in any of this. "Could you give me an idea, Sir? I have no idea of what to chose."

  "Normally, people use RED to stop things and YELLOW, if they want a pause." He explained. "You can use those for now, and when you decide what you want to use, you just let me know."

  "Those are just fine, Sir." I assured him.

  "Very well, then. Since your disobedience wasn’t intentional, and was more lack of training, your punishment won't be too hard."

  "Thank you, Sir, that's very kind of you." I said, and I could notice some sarcasm oozing through my words.

  He grinned, but didn’t say anything. "Fifteen slaps, with my favorite leather paddle, on your sweet ass." He finally announced. I looked at him with disbelief, but didn’t utter a word. "After some warm-up, of course."

  'Of course!' I almost snorted, but fortunately I was able to hold back my tongue. I had no need to make things worse for me.

  "Ye
s, Sir." I muttered.

  "Please come closer." He ordered me, and after I took a deep breath, I walked towards him. "Good." He helped me out of the night robe and walked me to a spanking bench, where he made me bend over, for him to tie me to it: my hands secured to an armrest, and my legs and ankles to similar parts.

  Once he had me secured and restrained where he wanted me, he took some time to explore my back, my ass and my thighs, with light caresses followed by a few pinches and teasing smacks.

  "What's your safe word, girl?" he asked, his tone very serious.

  "RED, Sir." I answered, still considering it a stupid question.

  "Will you use it, if you reach the level where you are no longer comfortable?" he insisted.

  "Then maybe I should use it now, Sir." I lost my patience and just opened my big mouth.

  He grinned and walked over to my head and kneeled in front of me, to be able to look straight into my eyes. "Honesty is a very important factor here, girl, and you know it. So, are you really that uncomfortable, that you need to call RED, girl? Considering it should be used when your limits have been reached."

  I opened my mouth to answer a rotund YES, but my conscience didn’t let me. I wasn’t that uncomfortable and even if he started with his punishment, I wouldn’t be so for a while either. "No, Sir."

  He smiled pleased and leaned forward to kiss me gently on my lips. "Good girl. Now, I want you to tell me when you are."

  "Yes, Sir." And I was determined to do so.

  "Let's start the warm-up." He returned to his original position behind me, and soon I felt the first smack with his hand on my buttock. That one was followed by many more, on my ass, on my thighs, with increasing intensity, that like he said, had the single purpose of warming my skin. He stopped every ten strokes, caressed the area, appeasing some of the pain before he continued.

  But then it reached a point where the intensity was becoming painful, where every stroke stung like hell and I started to squirm, and tears were already rolling down my cheeks.

  "Are you alright?" he asked in one of his stops.

  I wanted to say no, I wanted to yell RED but then, my mind was filled with so many doubts: what if he just wanted me to admit how much I was hurting? Just to make me suffer even more, to hurt me more. What if he just wanted me to admit my weakness to overpower me? And I just couldn’t. "Yes, Sir." So I lied, talking through gritted teeth.