by Dark, Aubrey
The other walls weren’t decorated the same as the rest of the house, either, I noticed, looking around. Instead of the classic oak paneling with gilt-frame oil paintings, the walls here were all concrete. Painted concrete.
Some of the artwork on the walls were words. Squinting, I could barely make them out. SCREAM, one of the walls read. Across from it, in equally imposing letters: BREATHE.
“What is this?”
“This is where I go to be myself.”
“Who are you?”
He didn’t answer me.
Over the words and around them were all kinds of abstract shapes. I stepped closer to the wall to see that the shapes were smaller, or made of smaller fragments of shapes. They looked like animals, almost, the way they were pieced together behind the words that splashed across the full walls. Small circles looked like eyes. Slits for mouths. Or maybe I was only imagining it.
“Pareidolia,” I murmured.
“What did you say?”
“Pareidolia,” I repeated, my fingers running down the walls. Every square inch was painted with something different. Another shape. Another animal. “You know, when you see faces when they aren’t there. Like the man in the moon.”
“Is that what you see?”
I started back at his touch. He’d come up just beside me and put his hand on my shoulder.
“I guess.”
“What do you see when you look at me?” he asked.
I looked at him. His face wasn’t well-lit, but I let my eyes trace down the lines of his eyebrows, his nose, his chin.
Emeralds.
No, not emeralds. Something less… elegant.
Uncut gems.
“I see the green in your eyes,” I said. “Deep. The more I look, the darker they get.”
Brilliant stones, raw and unpolished. Hidden in the depths of the earth, where fires burn.
“You see the darkness.”
I didn’t know what he wanted from me. Standing so close to me, he took my focus away from the art on the walls. His eyes…
Yes, the darkness.
I inhaled, aware that I had been holding my breath. It seemed to snap him out of his reverie.
“Come,” he said. That one word, nothing more.
He took my wrist and led me to the bed that was in the middle of the room. I could feel his fingers burning on my skin, sending tingles of anticipation through me.
This was it. I steadied myself and stood ready. Ready, I thought, for whatever came next.
I wasn’t ready, though. I wasn’t ready at all.
“Jake?”
“Don’t call me that,” he said blankly.
“Sorry.”
“Take off your dress.”
There was a strange look in his eyes. A thrill went down my spine. He was going to take me. He was going to get me naked and then have sex with me and I would no longer be a virgin. The thought of it made my heart leap with fear and desire both.
I slipped off the straps of the dress. It puddled around my feet and I stepped out of it.
“Now your bra,” he said.
He wasn’t touching me, but it felt like the whole room had hands on me as I reached back and unclasped my bra. I wetted my bottom lip and let it fall to the floor.
He nodded, inhaling slightly.
“Your panties.”
Jake inhaled slightly as I bent down and pushed down my panties to my ankles, stepping out one foot at a time.
He patted the middle of the bed and I crawled over. Naked, on my hands and knees, I had never felt so vulnerable.
First he took one of my hands. A vision popped into my head of him kissing the back of my hand like Prince Charming. It quickly evaporated as he lifted my arm and clicked one of the handcuffs securely around my wrist. Then another handcuff on the other wrist.
“You wanted to know who I am?” he said flatly. He pulled at the chains at the bedposts and my hands were yanked upward into the air. I yelped as the cuffs stretched my arms out wide. I was on my knees, in a grotesque imitation of Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man.
“This is who I am,” he said. His voice had dropped to a low whisper, but in this room it sounded as loud as anything. My heart was pounding in my ears.
He let his suit jacket drop off of him, catching it with one hand. He tossed it over one of the bedposts and walked around behind me. I craned my head but couldn’t see him anymore.
Crack! It was the sound of his hand on my ass that made me jump, before the tingles of pain shot across my skin. I cried out, and as my mouth opened he brought his tie around, gagging me with the fabric. I felt his fingers knot the tie roughly behind my head, and I whimpered.
All of a sudden, the weight of my decision, of my acceptance, came crashing down on me. I was tied up, and he was going to use me however he wanted. My breaths came fast through the gag, and I tried not to hyperventilate.
At the same time, his spank had woken up part of me that I didn’t know existed. Heat surged through my body and a throb of desire made its way even through my fear.
“You’re about to find out more about me than you might have wanted to know. You might find out something about yourself, too, Lacey,” he whispered in my ear. I shuddered as he ran a finger down my spine. And I knew when he spoke, knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was smiling.
“Let’s get started.”
Chapter Nine
He ran his hand down my back, feeling everything. His hands moved down, over my hips, past where I was hot and throbbing. They moved down over my legs and my calves. His touch was a caress, but it was a possessive touch. As though he was examining a piece of property that he’d just bought. I supposed that was kind of true. He’d bought me with a few kind words and a decision.
No. There was something else about him. Something that I couldn’t see now, but I knew was there. It was the way he’d looked at me in the art gallery. Underneath the Kage painting.
“When I first saw you, Lacey, do you know what I saw?”
I shook my head.
“I saw your feet. Barefoot. Vulnerable.”
His hands moved now to the bare soles of my feet. I twitched as he cupped my foot in his hand, his thumb caressing the arch there.
“I thought that’s what you would be. Just like all my others. Young and innocent.”
He shifted his weight and now I could see him out of the corner of my eye. His hand reached around and cupped my breast.
“But you’re more than that, aren’t you, Lacey?”
I didn’t know what he was talking about. I stared up at him baldly, unable to understand. Unable to speak, but even if the gag had fallen from my mouth I would have nothing to say.
“You want this without even knowing what you want. Your body screams for it.”
He touched the inside of my thigh where it was wet. He brought his hand up and licked his fingers. My eyes widened.
“How have you gone this long without being touched?”
He trailed his hands down.
“Tonight, you’re mine. I’ll try to keep from ruining you… for as long as I can.” His voice was hoarse, and I noticed the bulge in his pants, his hard breaths. His obvious arousal only made my heart beat faster.
He reached over and took hold of the chains. Suddenly the cuffs around my wrists gave way. The chains were loose. Was he letting me go?
“Touch yourself,” he said. I looked up at him with wide eyes. I had never masturbated in front of anyone before.
“Will I have to punish you?” he asked. I shook my head quickly—no. My hands were already sliding into place, my fingers on both sides of my slit. I began to touch myself, slowly at first, then faster.
He was stroking himself through his pants, watching me. It should have felt dirty, but it was the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced.
“That’s it. I want you to pleasure yourself, Lacey. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you.”
That was easier. I closed my eyes, imagining again his fi
ngers inside of me. My own fingers began to stroke harder. I could feel the pressure inside of me rising.
I was surprised when he tore the gag from my mouth. My lips were dry, and I opened my eyes to see him in front of me.
God, I wanted him to kiss me. I leaned forward, my lips aching, but he shoved me back hard. I could see that it was just as hard for him to control himself, but he did. Beads of sweat stood out on his forehead as he pulled back.
“Please—” I managed to whisper.
“I want to hear you when you make yourself come,” he said, his eyes blazing. I closed my eyes but I could still see him in front of me, his cock hard and visible through his pants. I touched myself and bit my lip as the throb of desire grew and grew.
In my childhood home, I’d learned to touch myself quietly. It was a habit I’d never gotten rid of. I suppose I never knew what men wanted in bed, but I’d seen a few clips of porn—enough to know that guys liked women who screamed. I didn’t know how, though.
I was coming closer and closer to the edge, closer to the abyss. With my eyes closed, I could forget that he was watching me. Forget the strange room I was in, and the stranger circumstances that had led me to this place. A hard breath shuddered through me as my fingers worked into a furious rhythm.
Closer, closer, until—
“Ah!” I cried.
Jake had pulled the chains, tearing my hands away. A low breath shuddered out of my chest.
“Wh—why—”
Since spanking me, he’d done nothing but give me gentle caresses, so it startled me when he slapped me across my breasts hard.
“Were you going to come?”
I stared at him wildly. Desire contorted my body.
“You will tell me before you come,” he said. He said it without malice, without scorn. He said it evenly, so calmly that I had to play back the words in my mind before they settled into understanding.
“Jake—”
Oh, God. I’d forgotten not to say his name. He was right in front of me then, his fingers pinching my nipples, twisting hard. Pain seared my nerves.
Still...
“Please, I’m sorry—”
He grabbed the chains, but instead of raising them again, he let them out completely. My wrists fell to my sides, the ties slack.
If I thought he was going to let me out so easily, though, I was mistaken.
He shoved me backwards and I fell onto my back. The breath I’d been holding went out of me with a gasp.
He leaned over to the side of the bed. I heard the jingle of the chain as he grabbed it. He moved it down, his face intent.
“What are you—”
“Hush.”
“Are you going to punish me again?”
He moved to the other side of the bed and made the same motion. I tried to sit up to see what was going on, but he reached up quickly and grabbed the ends of the chains at the bedposts, pulling them.
With a sharp jerk, I realized what he’d done. The chains had been loose before, but now they were wound around something at the sides of the bed. When he pulled them tight, my arms were pulled outward instead of up.
And I was held fast against the bed.
“I hope that this isn’t too much of a punishment for you, my innocent.”
Jake was on his knees, his fingers unbuttoning his pants. My mouth went dry.
“I know you’re a virgin,” he said, taking off his shirt before shucking off his pants. He was wearing black briefs. I could see the clear outline of his cock throbbing behind the fabric. It cast a shadow that made the black fabric seem even darker. The intellectual part of my brain kept a running commentary.
Black on black, it said. Notice the value of the color even in its absence. Shades, not tints. A black that is darker than itself where the light hasn’t touched it. Not a true black, not yet, but close—
I clamped down on that part of me as Jake shifted his weight, drawing nearer.
“Have you ever sucked cock, Lacey?” he asked. His voice was strong and bold, and mine came out as a squeak.
“No.”
“Then this will be education, not punishment. Although, if you ever try to come again when I haven’t told you to, I will punish you dearly. Understood?”
I nodded, but in all honesty he could have told me that he was going to draw and quarter me and I would have nodded. My eyes were fixed on the thick, throbbing outline. The darker black under the shadow of his cock. His thumb hooked into the waistline of his briefs.
“Good girl,” he said, and my heart almost warmed at the compliment. “Let’s begin.”
Chapter Ten
Jake pulled down his briefs and his cock sprang out. My jaw clenched as I took in the thick length of it. His fingers stroked all the way down the shaft, and my eyes followed, taking in every detail.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him as he stroked himself slowly. The skin on his cock was smooth except for a vein that pulsed with his heartbeat. His shaft was a gradient of tan to pink; the tip of his head gleamed with precum already.
I bit my lip and his cock jerked up with a twitch. He smiled.
“You know what to do to make me hard,” he said. “My god, Lacey, you are beautiful. Those gorgeous lips… you’re impossibly tempting.”
Then why haven’t you kissed me? The thought rose and I shut it down. What was I asking for, sweetness? Romance? That wasn’t why he wanted me, and it wasn’t why I wanted him. At least, I didn’t think so.
He wasn’t even touching me, and yet I felt myself growing hot and aching again between my legs. Just looking at his cock sent all sorts of imagined feelings through my body. How it would feel as he pushed up into me for the first time. I couldn’t imagine that he would fit all the way.
Now he straddled my chest, leaning over me, and I could see him up close. I smelled his musk, dark and rich. There was a lighter scent too that must have been his soap, an airy smell that I thought the ocean must smell like in places that weren’t New York City.
His hands rested on the bed above my head, tilting me back slightly with the indentation he made on the bed. Above me, inches from my face, his cock throbbed.
It was curiosity, curiosity more than anything, that made me stretch my neck to kiss him on his tip. The bead of precum smeared onto my lips and I slipped my tongue out to taste it gingerly, unsure of what I would find.
It was almost tasteless, slick on my tongue, and the finding gave me courage to kiss him again on his head. My lips parted and I let my tongue swirl around the impossible smooth mushroom tip. He groaned. His stomach caved inward with his breath as I sucked lightly and then let my head fall back against the soft bed.
“Jesus, Lacey,” he said. His face was redder, whether because he was leaning so far over or because of my kiss I didn’t know. “Don’t stop.”
He bent his knees further and then his cock was at my lips, urging itself into my mouth. I opened my mouth slightly and choked as he thrust himself inside halfway.
Panic seized me. My hands tugged at the chains on either side of me. I was choking, choking on his huge cock, and there was nothing I could do about it. His shaft was rock hard, hard as I never imagined a penis could be. I’d always thought that they would be somewhat flexible, like rubber. Like a hot dog. But Jake’s cock was like steel inside my mouth. He shifted down, jamming his cock to the back of my throat.
When he finally pulled back, I gasped. Tears sprang to my eyes.
He reached back and slid his hand between my legs. To my surprise, he found me slick.
“You like that, my sweet girl?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer him. My body had reacted with shock, yes, but also desire. I wanted more, though, from him. I needed more.
Before I could find the words, he was back again, easing his thick shaft along my lips without forcing himself inside. I gratefully licked and sucked at the underside of his shaft. I could feel the throb of his heartbeat quick against my tongue where the vein pulsed. It made my whole body shiv
er.
I’m doing this to him.
It was a feeling of incredible power, and before he could push himself into my mouth again I had already moved my head to take him in. I sucked and swallowed, wanting the invasion, wanting him to choke me with his thickness.
“God, Lacey,” he hissed through his teeth. My name, uttered in his voice, sent a tremble through me and I swallowed again, forcing him to come deeper into me. I felt myself about to gag and I closed my eyes, willing my throat to relax. He stilled above me, the only motion the insistent throb of blood inside of him.
I began to bob my head slowly, my tongue moving along his shaft. The skin there was smooth, so smooth, covering his rock-hard erection. Soft and hard at the same time.
He moaned, and his hips began to rock slightly, sliding his cock in and out. I let my mouth loosen as he thrust forward, taking him as far as I could, letting my tongue lap against his underside.
“Oh God,” he cried. His hands gripped my head, and I felt him tugging at my hair.
I pushed forward and heard him gasp. It made my own body ache for him. It felt so good to give him this pleasure, after all of the pleasure he’d given me. More than that, it made me feel powerful. The only thing I could control here was how much I gave him. And, Lord, despite everything that he’d done to me, I wanted to give him everything.
“Lacey, I’m coming. I’m going to—”
I swallowed again as his cock pulsed, thrusting against the back of my throat. His hot cum, salty and rich, filled my mouth. I swallowed, my tongue licking off all I could. He shuddered, his fingers tangled in my hair.
I wanted to give him everything. God, I wanted to give him me.
***
Jake collapsed at my side, his chest heaving. His fingers were still threaded through my hair and he caressed me slowly, absently.
“J—” I caught myself before I could use his name, then frowned. “I don’t know what I should call you,” I said.
“You don’t need to call me anything,” he said, but his face looked doubtful. I caught the worry in his eyes and then it disappeared, replaced by a blank calmness.