Dark Love: Part Two

by JB Duvane

  “You’re kidding! You’re not going to tell me?”

  “You’ll love it. I promise.”

  “You are so infuriating.” I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and pulled his lips down to mine again. I just wanted to get lost in those soft lips of his. As far as I was concerned I could stay right in this very spot for the rest of my life with him on top of me and his lips touching mine.

  When we left the hotel, we took the sleek, black sedan and twisted through a series of side roads in the desert until we came across a single-lane highway that seemed to lead over the edge of the world. I was curious to see where Raymond was taking me, and I could tell that he knew that, because he kept glancing over at me like he was ready to say something. After another ten minutes of driving through barren wasteland I saw some jets off in the distance.

  “We’re flying?”

  “Yes, we’re flying. Is that against your principles or something?”

  Raymond was smiling at me from behind the wheel of the car. I had been expecting the man who was with him yesterday to drive us. It was odd to see Raymond drive a car for some reason.

  He parked right next to a jet that had a set of stairs down and the engine running. It looked like it was ready to take off at any second.

  “I’ve never flown before.”

  Raymond looked at me. “Really? Have you at least left the state?”

  “Yeah. Once I drove up to Nevada with my dad when I was really young. Oh, and I went to Nogales once. Also with my dad.”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  “Not really.”

  “Well, that’s a shame. We’re going to have to get you some more traveling experiences than that.”

  “Have you travelled a lot?”

  “Yes. After being cooped up in that house until I was eighteen I wanted to see the world I had been reading about. I’ve been to every country at least once.”

  “Wow, that’s impressive. I wouldn’t want to bore you and make you see it all again.”

  Raymond took my hand and squeezed it. “When I went before I was alone. It was wonderful to see the world, but there were many time I wished I had someone to share the experiences with. I’d do it all again for you in a heartbeat. Anywhere and as many times as you want to. It would be a thrill to watch your face with each new experience, Charlotte.”

  I suddenly realized that he could be taking me anywhere. There was nothing we couldn't do. We could go to Antarctica or explore Egypt, and we'd be doing it together. But right now he was taking me somewhere to leave me. That made me a little nervous.

  “Can’t you stay with me? Wherever you’re taking me?”

  “I can stay a day or two, but I really need to take care of things back at the house.”

  “What exactly do you mean by take care of things?”

  “It’s not something I really want to talk about right now. We need to get on that plane. We can talk about all of this after we take off.”

  “Okay.” I got out of the car and walked toward the jet that was sitting on the tarmac. I wanted to trust Raymond, after everything that had happened yesterday I knew he really did want to keep me safe, but something just felt off. I felt like I was just being shuttled off to another prison. But going back to that house wasn’t exactly what I wanted either.

  I was escorted to the stairs and went up ahead of Raymond. When I stepped onto the jet my mouth fell open.

  “Oh my God. Raymond I've seen pictures of private jets before but this is more like a Beverly Hills housewife's dream. You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said as I flopped down onto the softest couch I had ever been on in my life. “You must be worth billions.”

  “Like I said, I enjoy traveling a lot. It's been a great comfort for me over the years.”

  “Haven’t you had anyone to share all of this with?”

  Raymond sat down next to me and pulled a seatbelt over my lap, then buckled it for me. “You're the first woman I've ever loved, Charlotte. I haven’t wanted to share any of my life with anyone else.”

  “But you’ve been with other women. You can’t tell me you haven’t.”

  “Yes, I’ve been with other women. But that doesn’t mean anything. They didn’t mean anything.”

  I looked around the pearl white cabin where black recliners and couches sat around a bar and an enormous flatscreen TV. There was a large table in the center of the main cabin with a large bowl of exotic fruit in the center.

  “We’re ready for takeoff, Mr. Valice.”

  “Fine. Let’s go then.”

  A tall, dark haired flight attendant in a black skirt and white shirt nodded her head, then checked some of the cupboards before ducking behind a curtain.

  “There are two bedrooms back there,” he pointed to the back of the main cabin. “As well as a bathroom with a jacuzzi.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding.” I looked at the smile that was curling up around the sides of his mouth.

  “Not even remotely. We can take a bath later if you’d like.”

  “That sounds heavenly. A girl could really get used to this, you know.”

  Even though I meant it, I didn’t like the way that came out. It was obvious that Raymond was filthy rich and I had nothing. But now that I was really starting to care about him I didn’t want him to think I was only here because of his money. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

  “I don’t care how you meant it. I want you to get used to it. I’m not joking when I say I want you to have everything you want. I see that as my life’s work from this point forward. To give you everything you could possibly dream of … and more.”

  “I don’t know if it’s the jet taking off or if it’s you making me swoon.” I grabbed his with both my hands and brought his lips to mine, then gasped as I felt my stomach hit the back of my chair. The jet was picking up speed and I gripped the armrest of the couch and Raymond’s hand as we took off.

  One second we were driving over the gravel, and the next we were zooming up above the desert. The flat expanse of hardened sand and gravel turned into a never ending canvas with impossibly small arched buttes and mesas rising out of the ground. I couldn't believe how small everything had gotten so quickly.

  “Everything is so much easier to see like this.” I said. “When you're on the ground, you can barely see anything in front of you.”

  “Another perspective is always nice.” Raymond squeezed my hand and brought it up to his lips.

  The plane accelerated and we broke through a thick canopy of clouds, hovering over what seemed like a bed of cotton, rippling off into the horizon where the sun rose above and illuminating everything like God himself coming down from heaven.

  Raymond watched every tiny change in my mannerisms with glee. When I turned to him with wide, childlike eyes, he seemed to glow with satisfaction.

  “I guess that’s why they think God is in the sky,” I said.

  Raymond smiled at my comment but he wasn’t looking out the window at all. He kept his eyes on me throughout the entire flight.

  9

  Raymond

  After hours in the air, a meal set out by multiple flight attendants, as well as a long hot bath and a bottle of champagne, we had reached our destination.

  Charlotte looked out the window of the jet and gasped.

  “Where are we?”

  “Over the ocean.” Charlotte hit my chest playfully. “Okay, okay, since were about to land I’ll tell you where we are. In the middle of the South Pacific. A small private island somewhere in between Fiji and Tonga.”

  “You own an island?”

  Charlotte’s eyes grew wide as she turned and looked back out the window at the incredibly blue water and small dot of sand that was growing nearer by the second.

  “Yes. I haven’t visited it much. What do you think I should call it? I was thinking about naming it after you.”

  Charlotte laughed and looked at me incredulously. “You’re not serious.”

  “Yes, I am.
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  “I don’t think it looks much like a Charlotte.”

  “Well, let me know when you come up with something.”

  The dot of sand had given way to a thick jungle and Charlotte’s face changed from shocked to confused to astounded all in a time span of just a few seconds. That's why I was there. I needed to see the way she reacted when she realized firsthand just what our life would be like. My mission, for the rest of my life, would be to make sure she knew just how much she was loved.

  Part of me wished I didn’t have to leave. That I could just stay here with Charlotte forever. But there were things in the house I couldn’t leave behind just yet. And it wasn’t just the Beauchamps.

  The landing was quick. The trees thrashed around on the sides of the runway as the jet landed. Charlotte couldn't get off the plane soon enough. She ran to the hatch and waited, her hands in little fists in front of her chest, as if she'd been waiting for this moment her whole life and had accepted just now that this was going to be her life.

  I don’t think Charlotte had any idea how much she needed to be loved until we met. Or how desperate she had been for unconditional acceptance and appreciation. It broke my heart to think of her sad and lonely existence in that filthy trailer with her father. Every time I saw her cry, it chipped away a piece of me.

  The hatch opened and Charlotte ran down, dragging me by the hand. “Where are we going? What do you want to do first?” A red jaguar pulled up with one of my house boys behind the wheel. He stepped out, bowed slightly and waited for us to get in back.

  We drove over a patchy dirt road to a large, deserted beach. I'd built a house there years ago. It was a modern structure set into a hill with a wall of windows facing the water on three sides so that you could see the sunrise and sunset from every room in the house. Below the house was a wooden staircase and a trail leading to the beach.

  Charlotte loved it. She wandered through the house like a little girl at an amusement park, flipping switches to see what they would do and opening every cupboard she came across.

  “My God this bathroom is amazing! The bathtub is completely surrounded by glass. I can’t imagine anything more relaxing than looking out on the beach while I’m in a warm tub.”

  “It’s all yours. Anytime you want to take a bath it’s here for you.”

  Charlotte looked out the window onto the beach down below. “What’s that down there?”

  “I had some of my help set up a picnic under a cabana for us on the beach.”

  “Wow. That looks fabulous. I’m guessing the servants at this house aren’t attempting a revolt,” she said as turned toward me. “Why don’t you just stay here, Raymond? Why do you have to go back at all?”

  “Charlotte.” I put my hands on her arms and pulled her toward me. “It’s not something I want to burden you with. I have to go back and settle some things.”

  “You can’t just leave the house to those Beauchamp people?”

  “I … it’s complicated, Charlotte.”

  “But you said we’d talk about it later. I’d like to understand.”

  “There are things in the house that need to be taken care of. I have to go back and at least try and talk to them. Our families have both lived there for generations. I can’t just walk away.”

  “But why?”

  I was starting to get a little impatient. How could I explain my past and my legacy in enough words to satisfy Charlotte? There was just too much.

  “Beach first?” I wrapped my arms around Charlotte and kissed her forehead.

  “Okay,” she said in a resigned tone. “Let's go to the beach.”

  “You sound like you’re headed to your death sentence.”

  “No, I’m fine. I would love to see the beach, and that private cabana they set up for us down there.”

  “Yes, I think you’d look very nice tied to one of those cabana poles.”

  Charlotte looked up at me and pulled my head down until our lips met. Her mouth opened and her tongue met mine.

  “Are you going down there in this suit?” she asked as her tongue made it’s way to my ear. “I think you need to take your shirt off.” Her voice had become incredibly deep and sultry.

  “Oh, really?”

  “And these pants really need to go.”

  “Now? How am I going to get down to the cabana?” She unbuckled my belt and got onto her knees as she pulled my pants down.

  “Don’t you have any beachwear? Shorts or a Hawaiian print shirt?” She made silly conversation in a deep throaty voice as she pulled my cock out of my boxer shorts and teased the head with her tongue. And all the while she looked up at me with those incredible blue eyes. Charlotte was so perfectly submissive in that moment I could have cried.

  “Oh God, Charlotte,” I whispered. “I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock right now.”

  She immediately took my cock in her mouth and swallowed it down her throat. I threw my head back moaned as I felt the muscles of her mouth and throat squeeze every inch. I grabbed handfuls of her hair and heard her moan as I forced my cock deeper and deeper down her throat.

  It was all so intense—Charlotte’s eyes and lips and the warm softness of her mouth—that I was pushed to the edge almost instantly. “Oh fuck!” I yelled as I felt myself coming down Charlotte’s throat. I felt her struggle as I pressed her head into me—forcing my cock further down her throat—but I couldn’t let her go. In that moment I wanted to know that I had complete control of her. That she was mine.

  When I released her head Charlotte gasped for breath and sat back on her heals. She wiped the come that was dripping down her chin away without taking her eyes off of mine. There was a part of me that was afraid that I had hurt her but it was a far off thought. I was still reveling in the feeling of control. The feeling that she was now—and would always be—mine.

  “Stand up.”

  Charlotte did as she was told. I reached around behind her and undid her bra, then slipped her arms through the holes of her shirt and removed it. “You won’t be needing this.”

  “It’s so beautiful here.”

  The wind whipped the fabric of the cabana, allowing the sun to peek in and sprinkle down on Charlotte’s face, bringing specks of light to her exquisite features.

  “Would you like to explore with me now?”

  “What I’d like to explore is you.”

  The cabana was sturdy; made of four wooden posts that were anchored to a wooden platform. A thick down bed took up half of the space.

  “Get on the bed.”

  Charlotte looked into my eyes and I could see an intoxicating mixture of lust and fear.

  “Am I scaring you?”

  “A little. But I like it.”

  She crawled onto the bed and started to roll onto her side.

  “No. I want you like that, on your hands and knees. Take off your shirt.”

  Charlotte rose up on her knees and removed her shirt. Her long, dark hair fell down onto her back in beautiful streams against her pale skin.

  “Now pull your skirt up. Slowly.”

  Charlotte balanced on one hand while she used the other to pull her skirt up so that her ass was exposed to me. I got down on my knees behind her and grabbed her panties with both of my hands and ripped them off. Then I pushed her ass up higher in the air and spread her puffy lips apart with my thumbs before covering her clit with my mouth. She screamed out. Then the scream turned into a moan.

  My tongue made circles around her clit and my finger slid into her warm, wet hole. I could feel her press her pussy into my face as my lips ground into her.

  “Stay still.”

  I felt her body stiffen up, then relax into me again as I continued to use my lips and tongue on her. I spread her pussy lips wide with both of my hands, then thrust my tongue inside her. A high pitched moan escaped from her lips, and although that and her squirming hips made my cock incredibly hard, I wanted to teach her how to submit to me.

  “Charlotte. Do not move.�
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  “But—“

  My hand came down hard on her ass, leaving a dark red print. Charlotte gasped but didn’t move or make any other noise.

  “When I tell you to do something, you do it.”

  “Okay.”

  “That’s not the answer I’m looking for.”

  “I don’t know—“

  My hand came down on her ass again and Charlotte sucked her breath in sharply again. “Yes …” I suggested.

  “Yes, I will do what you tell me to, Raymond.”

  I immediately smacked her ass again, harder than I had before. “Not Raymond. Sir. You address me as Sir when we are together like this.”

  She paused for a moment, then replied. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  I pushed her down onto her stomach and flipped her over. Her eyes met mine and the look in them made me smile. “You like being a good girl, don’t you?” She blushed but her eyes told me that my words excited her.

  “Yes.”

  I raised my eyebrow. “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you my little slut?”

  Charlotte closed her eyes and when she opened them again they were glassy, like she was about to cry. “Yes.”

  My cock twitched as a tear rolled down her cheek. I had never done anything like this before. I had dominated women, but none that I cared about. None that I had seen in any other way than as a sex object. This was so new and it was absolutely intoxicating.

  Charlotte was perfection. She was everything I could ever want rolled into one beautiful package. She was strong and fierce and willful. But right now, before me on this bed, she was submitting to my every whim.

  I grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed it into the bed behind her. “I want those pink lips wrapped around my cock.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I grabbed both of her wrists and moved them so that her arms were stretched over her head. Then I took off my pants and straddled her head. As I slid the head of my cock in between those perfect lips I shifted my weight forward and held her wrists down.

  My hips moved back and forth as I thrust my cock into Charlottes mouth. I could feel her lips tighten around my shaft as I fucked her. With each thrust my cock moved deeper and deeper inside her until my pelvis was laying on top of her face.