Dark Love: Part Two

by JB Duvane

  Every few thrusts I pulled my cock all the way out to give her a chance to breathe, and to feel the tightening of her lips around the head of my cock.

  The way her lips expertly moved up and down the length of my cock was nothing short of utter perfection. I felt Charlotte’s throat tighten around my cock each time she swallowed and my cock vibrated every time she moaned.

  I wanted my cock inside her mouth until the end and when I looked down at those lips I saw that she was looking up at me. Those piercing eyes filled me as my orgasm came. I became lost inside of them. I couldn’t look away as the intensity spread throughout my body and Charlotte stayed with me until the last drop flowed out of me.

  I rolled to my side and collapsed onto the bed next to Charlotte. She crawled up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. We were both silent for a while but I could tell there was something Charlotte wanted to talk about.

  “Did I scare you?”

  “No, not at all. This is all so new to me. It’s surprising … how much I love what you do to me. But every time we’re together I just want more.”

  “You know I would never hurt you. That's not who I am.”

  “I do. You’re not hurting me, Raymond. Is it okay that I call you Raymond now?”

  I smiled at the concerned look in her eyes. “Yes, of course.”

  “It might take me a little while to get the hang of all of it. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  I looked away from her for a moment. “Me either.”

  “Really? You seem like you know exactly what you want.”

  “Well, knowing what you want and experiencing it are two completely different things. I’ve been with submissive women before, but none that I cared about. It’s different with you. Very different.”

  “How?”

  “Because you’ve never done this with anyone else. Because you’re a strong woman and you’re allowing me to take you to a place that would normally be degrading. It’s very alluring, Charlotte. You’re giving yourself to me completely and you have no idea what that does to me.” I kissed her forehead and looked at her as she stared off into the distance over my shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”

  “I just don’t understand … why have you been alone all this time, Raymond? Why has there been no one like me?”

  “Because there is no one like you, Charlotte.”

  “I mean why no other girlfriends or sex partners that you cared about. Why have you been so alone?”

  “It’s the way I was raised. I’ve been alone my whole life. Just me and my mother, until she died. After that the only company I’ve had around the house has been the servants and Gerald. I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

  “But weren’t you lonely?” A sadness filled Charlotte’s eyes as she gazed up at me.

  “Yes, at times. But I knew that I would find you one day. I had faith.”

  “You’re kidding.” A soft smile broke through the sadness in Charlotte’s face.

  “You have to believe in your dreams. Even when there’s no evidence to support them.” I looked away from Charlotte for a moment. It was hard for me to talk about what I had done to her in the beginning without feeling like everything I was now trying to protect her against. “You know why I took you, don’t you? Because I knew that I could love every part of you—all of your flaws and all of your strengths. The first time I saw you I knew you, Charlotte. It was as if the universe put you in front of me and said Here she is. This is what you’ve been asking for. I never thought in a million years that you'd be able to accept me … not after what I did. This is more than I could have possibly imagined. But now that you’re here with me I know that I brought you to me somehow. I believed … and you came to me.”

  “It seems like years ago, when I woke up in that room. I feel like a completely different person.”

  “You aren’t fighting me as much now, that’s for sure. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Charlotte—“

  “Don’t apologize for anything. If you hadn’t taken me then we never would have met, and I don’t want to think about that possibility.”

  “Well, I could have gone about it a lot better—“

  “Shhh.” Charlotte put a finger over my lips. “No more.”

  “Okay then,” I said as I rolled Charlotte onto her back. “It’s your turn.”

  10

  Charlotte

  Those incredibly dark eyes burned into me as Raymond held my wrists down on either side of my head.

  “My turn for what?”

  “You’ll see,” he said as his head dipped down and his lips found the most sensitive part of my neck. I squealed and writhed up against him as the weight of his body came down on mine. He knew exactly where to kiss me to drive my body into fits of exquisite shivers.

  His soft lips touched the skin of my neck so gently that at times it just felt like his warm breath touching me. I arched my head back so that more of my neck was exposed and Raymond kissed every inch. Then he made his way down to my shoulder and turned me so that his lips skimmed the skin on my back.

  “Oh God, Raymond. That feels incredible.”

  “You’ve been a good girl and you are going to be rewarded,” he whispered in my ear. Another wave of shivers went down my spine. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to spank me,” I said, my face buried in the pillow to hide my shame. I had never asked a man to spank me before, but all I could think about was coming while my ass was in the air and Raymond’s hand was coming down hard on my ass cheeks.

  “Your wish is my command.” I could hear in his voice that he was smiling. “Even good girls get a spanking.” He just loved this.

  I felt him get up from the bed. “Stand up, Charlotte.”

  I did as I was told and turned to face him. His beautiful, thick cock was jutting out in front of him as he grabbed a pillow and walked over to one of the large, overstuffed chairs in the cabana. “Come over here,” he said as he sat down and laid the pillow on his lap.

  I crossed the cabana and stood in front of Raymond, my bottom lip caught between my teeth as I prepared for what I had asked for. That was part of the thrill. Not knowing exactly what was going to happen or how intense the experience was going to be. But I trusted Raymond now. The day I woke up in that bedroom in the basement of that house seemed like years ago. A lifetime ago.

  “Lay down across my lap, Charlotte.”

  I did as I was told. I lowered myself onto the pillow and when I did I felt Raymond’s warm hands immediately spread my legs apart. The chair had no arms so my head and breasts hung over one side, while my spread legs hung over the other. I could feel that my ass was raised up in the air and because my legs were spread wide my pussy was completely exposed. It was a humiliating position to be in. A position that made my pussy throb with excitement.

  I felt Raymond examine me with his fingers. First he pulled my pussy lips apart and inserted his fingers into my dripping wet hole. Next, he used those same fingers to explore my asshole. I gasped as I felt his slick fingers slide inside me. I had never let any man put any part of him in that part of me and I was startled at first. But the longer Raymond thrust his finger inside that dark hole, the more excited I got. Before I knew it I was moaning with each thrust.

  I was taken completely by surprise with the first smack. Raymond’s fingers were still inside me when I felt the sharp sting of his other hand land on one of my ass cheeks. His fingers continued to fuck my asshole as another blow came down on my sensitive cheek.

  Blow after blow came down until I could feel the heat radiate off of me like I was on fire. And all the while Raymond’s fingers continued to move in and out of me. I squirmed my hips and cried out but not because I wanted to get away.

  I had never felt anything like the sensations Raymond was producing in my body. With each smack it started to feel like I was somewhere else. That my body wasn’t even my own anymore. I felt like I entered a dream state where my body was floating
in space. A beautiful, peaceful space where everything blended together.

  I was part of the chair and the cabana and the air around me. I wasn’t even separated from Raymond anymore. Everything around me was part of a swirling vortex—the center being my tingling pussy and Raymond’s fingers thrusting in and out of my asshole.

  Suddenly Raymond picked my body up and stood me in front of him. “Turn around and sit down,” he said as he held his cock straight up in his hand. “Sit your asshole down on my cock.”

  My head swam as I did what he said. I had my back to him and I spread my burning cheeks apart, then I lowered myself down. I felt him grab my hips and guide me until I felt the pressure of the thick head of his cock as it pushed its way in.

  I gasped as I lowered myself down. Then I cried out as I felt the full thickness enter me.

  “Take your time, Charlotte. There’s no rush.”

  His words filled my head as his cock slid up inside me, filling me from below.

  I felt Raymond lean back in the chair and pull my legs up so that they were pressed into my sides.

  “Make yourself come,” he said into my ear.

  I moved a shaky hand down in between my legs and ran my fingers across my pussy as it dripped with fluid. Then I slid a finger back up over my clit. As I circled my clit with my finger Raymond picked me up by my ass cheeks and then dropped me down on his cock. He fucked me in the ass like this, moving me up and down the length of his cock, while I frantically circled my swollen clit.

  My legs straightened and shot up into the air as I neared my climax. The intensity of Raymond’s cock sliding in and out of my asshole built and built until I was screaming. My head was thrust back over his shoulder and it was over when his lips touched my neck.

  His mouth opened and he bit down on the most sensitive part, then a bolt of lightening flashed through me. My body bucked and heaved as he continued to plow into me. I could feel the muscles of my asshole grip his cock as my orgasm shot through me and when I heard the deep growl come from his throat I knew that he was coming too.

  He slammed me down hard onto his cock as it pulsated inside me.

  “Oh fuck, Charlotte! You’re killing me! You’re so fucking perfect!”

  Our bodies collapsed as we melted into a heap on the chair. I was lost in a deep sea of darkness inside myself and felt my body moving through space. It wasn’t until I felt the cool sheets underneath me that I realized that Raymond had carried me up to the house.

  11

  Raymond

  I felt like I had the strength of ten men after that amazing experience with Charlotte on the beach. Every day with her was giving me more and more reason to move on with my life. And that meant saying goodbye to my old life, and everything in the house.

  I picked Charlotte up and carried her back up to the beach house, then laid her down on the king sized bed in the master bedroom. I hadn’t spent much time in that house and I was starting to see it as ours. A place that Charlotte and I could call our own together, instead of that dark mansion that never had any kind of proprietary feeling for me. I always felt like I was in Mama’s house. And recently it was starting to feel like it belonged to the Beauchamps. I was dreading going back.

  Once I got her safe in bed, I pulled out my laptop to see if Gerald had sent me any messages. In my inbox there was one email from him. The subject line read “Done.” I opened the email and there was just one line.

  Jameson was already gone by the time we got back to the hospital

  I breathed a sigh of relief. It eased my nerves a bit to know that Charlotte’s father was taken care of and that there was no way I would be blamed for his death.

  I heard a light patting of footsteps behind me and turned to see Charlotte standing in the doorway to my study. She was looking at the glass wall that looked out onto the beach and the Pacific Ocean.

  “What do you think?” I asked.

  “So fucking sexy,” Charlotte said as her eyes moved back over to me.

  “Thank you.” I said with a laugh. “But I mean the room.”

  “This house is incredible, Raymond. It’s so different than that other house of yours. I feel so comfortable here.”

  “I’m glad. I've been to this island a handful of times. I never felt that drawn to it. I even thought of selling it, but since I’ve been here with you I’ve seen it in a completely different light.”

  “Does that mean you’re keeping it?”

  “I’ll keep anything you want me to keep. I want you to feel safe and comfortable—especially while you stay here and wait for me.”

  “How long are you going to be gone?”

  “I’m not sure. Until everything in that house is taken care of.”

  “Do you have any kind of idea? Days? Weeks?”

  “Yes, most likely weeks … maybe months.” Suddenly I couldn’t look at her. I felt like I was betraying her somehow by not telling her the entire truth.

  “It feels like something in that house has ahold of you, Raymond. I feel like you're not telling me something.”

  I busied myself with another email, careful to make it seem like I wasn't avoiding her question. “I don't know what to say. The Beauchamps have been there as long as my family has. Almost two-hundred years.With the contract it's just not as simple as you might think.”

  “I don’t understand that contract, Raymond. How can it be binding? It sounds like a bunch of superstitious nonsense. And I don’t buy for one second that you believe that whole voodoo curse.”

  “There are lots of things I’ve left out. There’s a tremendous amount of history there and I don’t even understand it all. Angeline Beauchamp was a strange woman. She didn't appreciate any of the ways and customs that other people did at the time. She wrote in her journal that she considered the pursuits of the common man to be no greater than those of primates.”

  “I think I like her.”

  “She had some endearing qualities, I suppose, but the woman's blood lust was legendary. Are you sure you want to hear all this? It’s not very pleasant.”

  “Yes,” Charlotte said, sitting down next to me and curling her legs underneath her.

  “Okay. Well, during what they would have considered early adulthood back then, Angeline became obsessed with what she called the seed of life. She believed that the proper incantations and sigils could make it possible to bring to life creatures from the spirit world. She delved into the practice thoroughly, mostly with slaves that she had purchased at the markets in New Orleans. Of course her experiments never amounted to anything more than abortions and stillbirths, so she decided that she was breeding the wrong stock. To her, slaves weren't human enough.”

  “That's disgusting.”

  “Yes, she was. But a good portion of the population believed the same thing about other races up until the early 1970s. And even though her slaves were white, they were from another country and therefor inferior.”

  “You’re right. Plenty of people still believe that.”

  “Old habits die hard, I guess. Especially when they’re centuries old. Looking down on another group or race is the standard for self-righteousness. How else do you think they justify the way they treat other human beings when clearly no one is better than anyone else? It was a barbaric way of thinking, and still is.

  “At the time what she did made sense, to her and everyone else around her. The slaves were her’s to use as she saw fit. But in the end she decided to use herself. She wrote in her journals that she was imbuing herself with the divine power of creation and that she would rise to the level of a deity. She was clearly psychotic, but she did manage to produce a child.

  “Angeline was already half mad, but because the father was a slave she refused to give the child a name other than half-breed. She couldn't even stand to have her own daughter in the house with her. She said that it was taunting her for creating such a monstrosity, so she put the girl up in an attic with the slaves and hired a nursemaid to take care of the child.

/>   “The slaves assumed that the baby was a product of two slaves that Angeline had been using in her experiments and they just accepted her as their own. She was given the name Cora, and taken in by the people. The slaves all loved her. Angeline wrote once that she was jealous of the attention that was lavished on her own child, but she never told anyone who the girl was or harmed her.

  “You have to remember that, at that time, the slaves were the Valices, not the Beauchamps. They were brought over in the 1700s, some say from England and some say from Ireland, and bred into sizable numbers on Anegline’s plantation. Before the Valice family took over the new house they found out who Cora was. She'd already been assimilated into the group and they loved her like their own, but after the atrocities they'd faced at the hands of Angeline they couldn't allow the girl to live. Many believed that her blood was tainted because of her lineage and they were all superstition enough to believe in Angeline’s powers. During her life and after her death.

  “The Valices decided to play it safe and kill the girl, but before they burned her daughter, Angeline did something quite unexpected, and I'm not sure I believe it at all given her history. The woman's basic nature was that of a predator, but when she saw her young daughter being tied to a stake, they say that she cried out and begged them to have mercy on Cora. She screamed—Kill me, not her. So that’s what they did.

  “The former servants deliberated and agreed that the child could live, but only on the condition that her and the rest of her family—the Beauchamps—would serve the Valices as long as their line continued.

  “Cora grew to be a strong and powerful young woman. She knew how to get what she wanted and influence people, and somehow became a well-versed practitioner of Voodoo. No one knows how she developed her powers. Some say that she acquired them through her bloodline, but it’s all so fantastic.