Black Forever

by Victoria Quinn

  When I woke up the next morning, I immediately noticed something different about Calloway.

  He was wearing his ring.

  He took it off after he got out of the car on that god-awful night. I never saw him wear it again. When he stood beside me in the elevator, I could see the faint tan line of where it’d been sitting before he removed it.

  It stuck out to me, dark against his fair skin.

  Calloway was ready earlier than he usually was, getting up about twenty minutes before his alarm clock went off. He asked me to get ready quickly so we could leave the house with extra time to spare.

  “Why?”

  “Because we need to go by your apartment on the way.”

  I had everything I needed. “Why?”

  He showed me his dark expression, the dominant side of him that didn’t like to be questioned. Last night, I was in the presence of the man I adored. And today, the beast had returned. “Because I said so.”

  Tom drove us to my apartment, and we walked inside. Christopher was just about to walk out when we opened the front door. “I’m running late,” he said as he walked past us. “I’ll see you guys later.” He shut the door behind him, and his footsteps faded away.

  “What are we here for?”

  Calloway walked into my bedroom and examined my nightstand like he was looking for something. He opened the drawer then rifled through the contents.

  “Excuse me?” I snapped. “What are you doing?”

  He found the small box he’d given to me and popped the lid, exposing the black diamond he’d given me. “Put this on.” He tossed the box back inside and grabbed my right hand. He slipped the ring back onto my finger until it hit the knuckle. “And don’t take it off again.”

  The ring felt right, like it hadn’t been removed in the first place. I’d grown attached to the ring ever since he gave it to me, and I’d cried my eyes out the night I took it off. But now it meant more to me than it did before—because I was his submissive. “Same applies to you.”

  He pushed me back on the bed then undid his belt, the metal sliding along the leather. He pushed his slacks down along with his boxers, revealing his enormous cock with a drop of pre-come at the end. “I didn’t want to take it off in the first place.”

  15

  Calloway

  The ring had been returned to its rightful place, and I felt whole once more. Being monogamous had never been important to me, but being with Rome was the only thing I truly wanted. Now I had her the way I wanted her—as my sub.

  And the love of my life.

  I finally got what I wanted, got to do sinister things to Rome because she would allow it. Our first visit to the playroom had been amateur, but I had no doubt she could handle all the things I had in mind. Her love for me was strong enough to combat her past traumas. I knew she enjoyed it, so in time, she would forget about the past transgressions against her altogether.

  It would work.

  I hired a good friend to construct the playroom for me. I didn’t have the time or the interest to do it myself. The walls needed to be redone, the furniture needed to be removed, and all the sinister toys I loved had to be properly placed in their display boxes. They said it would take a week to complete.

  A week was nothing in comparison to a lifetime.

  Rome and I had dinner just the way we used to. We sat across the table from one another and split a bottle of wine. She picked at her food and ate her laughable portion while I scraped everything off my plate like a real man.

  We read together in front of the fire for a few hours, sitting in companionable silence as we enjoy each other’s company. I needed to whip her, to hurt her, but it was obvious I needed this as well. This lovely companionship gave me a new sense of joy, something I didn’t realize I was missing until Rome came into my life.

  We retired upstairs at the end of the night. We usually made love then went to sleep. I was eager for sex, but not the sweet and gentle kind she got off to. No, I had very different plans in mind.

  “Kneel.” I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. When I turned around, I saw her standing there in the dress she wore to work. Her hair was still pulled back in the sleek ponytail that kept her hair away from her face.

  It took her a second to absorb the command. But once it sank in, she lowered herself to her knees. The bedroom was carpeted, so it wasn’t as painful on her body as it was in the playroom. We agreed to a fifty-fifty relationship, so half of the time I would get what I wanted. She got the other half.

  “Eyes on the ground.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She lowered her gaze.

  I stared down at her and enjoyed the sight, loving the fact that I finally conquered my greatest challenge. Rome was an unbreakable woman, but I got her to yield to me, to allow me to become the only man and Dom to possess her.

  I removed my jeans and my boxers, taking my time getting undressed so I could make her squirm. She was both excited and afraid, two conflicting emotions that made her uneasy. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with her. “You’re to call me Master this evening.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  The same chill ran down my spine that I felt the other night. Her obedience was the most arousing thing on the damn planet. I’d never wanted a woman more. I’d never felt like more of a man when she submitted to me. “You’ve pissed me off a lot over the past year.”

  She swayed on the spot slightly, not expecting me to start the evening by saying that.

  “You didn’t move out of your apartment when I asked you to. You didn’t tell me about Hank when he was clearly a problem.” My hand moved to the base of my cock, and I stroked myself gently, thinking about what I was about to do to her. “You’ve talked back to me more times than I can count. And when I first asked you to be my submissive, you said no. Do you disagree with these crimes?” It was a trick question. If she said yes, she would only be punished more. If she said no, she was getting punished anyway.

  “No, Master.”

  I walked up to her, my dick inches from her face. “Lick my balls.” I massaged my cock and pointed it at the ceiling, my balls hanging between my legs. “Now.”

  She tilted her head up and stuck out her tongue. She moved forward until my balls sat right on the flattened surface of her wet and warm tongue, feeling smooth and defined at the exact same time. She lapped at my balls then sucked them into her mouth, making love to my sac with those beautiful lips of hers.

  “Eyes on me.”

  She locked her gaze on me, making out with my balls like she couldn’t get enough of them.

  I continued to jerk myself, feeling like a king standing over a queen. “Fuck.” For an inexperienced woman, she sure knew how to kiss my cock and balls. My free hand dug into her hair, watching her enjoy what she was doing as much as I did.

  I was tempted to jerk myself hard and come all over her face.

  But that would have to wait for another time.

  “Up.”

  She retracted her tongue and rose to her feet.

  “Strip.” I released my cock and let it hang forward, pointing right at her stomach like she had a target drawn on her.

  She removed her dress and underwear until she stood naked in front of me, her nipples hardening because she wanted my cock in her mouth again—at least, that’s what I was going to tell myself.

  “On your hands and knees. Ass in the air.” I pointed at the bed.

  She crawled on top and let her ass hang over the edge, her tight little asshole staring at me. When she looked this sexy, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I wanted to fuck her in the ass, the pussy, and the mouth all at the same goddamn time.

  I pressed my right palm to her ass, rubbing the decadent skin. I’d smacked her before and had seen my own handprint. But now, it would be different. “I’m going to spank you ten times, sweetheart. You’re going to count with me.”

  She hesitated, a response not forthcoming.

  I squeezed her cheek. “Did you
hear what I said?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You’re going to count with me.”

  “Yes, Master…”

  I knew she was scared. I could feel the slight tremble of her body. She tried to cover it up by remaining rigid, but it wasn’t fooling me. “You know the safe word. Repeat it.”

  “Green.”

  “You can always use it if you ever need to. I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Alright.” I rubbed her ass gently then gripped her left hip, getting a good hold on her. She stared straight ahead and breathed deeply, her emotions obvious to me by the rigid way she held herself.

  The violent desires inside my body were now on the surface. As fucked up as it was, I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to mark her skin and turn it red. I wanted to listen to her cry as she continued to allow me to hit her. It was sick and twisted, but nothing would ever change my fetishes.

  I pulled my hand back then spanked her, giving her a smack that was borderline gentle. I needed to ease her into it, to get her nerves used to the sensation. “What did I say?”

  Rome realized she’d failed to count. “One.”

  “One, Master. We’re doing that one again.” I pulled my hand back and hit her harder this time, shifting her forward.

  She gasped quietly, either from pain or pleasure. It wasn’t obvious which it was. “One, Master…”

  “Good.” I spanked her again, this time with more force.

  “Uh…” She held herself up as her body shifted forward, her ass starting to turn red. “Two, Master…”

  I rubbed her cheek and felt the heat from her skin. It was blemished and irritated, the strike of my palm possessing enough force to make her uncomfortable. “Eight more to go, sweetheart.” I hit her three more times, being far gentler on her than my other submissives. I wanted Rome to keep an open mind, to know she could get through this.

  She continued to count. “Five, Master.”

  Now we were at the halfway point, and I wasn’t going to be as easy on her. I hit her harder than before, creating a loud slapping sound once my palm hit her ass.

  She lurched forward, releasing a moan of surprise. She breathed through the pain and winced, struggling to swallow the discomfort.

  I waited for her to count, my palm twitching to her hit her again.

  “Six…Master.”

  I closed my eyes and felt my hand form a fist. The adrenaline inside my chest was powerful, unstoppable. I’d officially crossed over into my darker side. I enjoyed the hurt in her voice. I loved the fact that she remained strong and didn’t utter the safe word. My spine was rigid, and my cock was painfully hard.

  I slapped her hard, hitting her with enough force to make anyone cringe.

  “Ah…” She pressed her face to the mattress as she gripped the sheets around her. The sound of tears filled the air. “Seven…Master.” She sniffed the tears away as she kept her ass in the air.

  Jesus Christ.

  This was so good.

  I felt like a monster for enjoying this. But it felt so erotically wonderful. I didn’t want it to end. I hit her again and again. I wanted to hit her until she began to sob. My cock twitched at the idea. I yanked my hand back and smacked her hard again, making a definitive clap fill the air.

  She cried out in pain, this time her tears loud. She cried with her face against the mattress, her back rising and falling as she tried to breathe through the agony. “Nine…Master.”

  “One more, sweetheart.” My cock had never wanted to be inside that pussy more than it did now. My jaw was clenched tight as I ground my teeth together. I was eager to fuck her, but I also wanted to slow down, to savor the final smack I was about to give her.

  She tensed in anticipation of the final blow.

  I hit her harder than I ever did before, using all the momentum my body could muster. I landed my palm hard against her cheek, making it bright red and irritated. The second my palm collided with her skin, she cried out in pain—louder than she ever had before.

  My cock couldn’t handle it.

  She cried quietly into the sheets, the tears making the mattress damp as they soaked through the fabric.

  I listened to her cry and only felt hotter.

  I positioned myself at her entrance and shoved my cock inside her, greeted by the moisture I’d expected to find. She might be crying, but she obviously liked it. Her mind could betray her, convincing her she shouldn’t enjoy what just happened, but her body could never lie. I slid through her warm pussy and owned it. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, wanting to see the arch in her back as I rammed inside her.

  Once our bodies started to move together, her tears stopped. She rocked back into me harder, taking my length just as hard as I gave it to her. Her grunts turned to moans, and her tears disappeared altogether.

  I grabbed her shoulder and held on as I thrust my hips and buried myself inside her, making this pussy mine forever. Her ass was red from all the violent slaps, and I loved staring at it as much as staring at the rest of her gorgeous body.

  I placed one foot on the bed to get a steady position. My hand wrapped around her waist and found her clit, and I rubbed it with my forefinger, bringing her to the verge of a climax. I needed her to come immediately because I couldn’t last long. I’d spanked her so fiercely that my cock needed a quick release.

  Her body reacted to the touch, and she came around my dick, squeezing and constricting until the come gushed around it. She was in the process of screaming when I finally allowed myself to come, to fill her with my all my seed.

  Fuck yes.

  I gave her my entire load before I pulled out and watched the seed drip from her opening. I loved feeling my woman with my come. It gave me the greatest sense of satisfaction, that I truly owned her.

  I grabbed a towel and some cream from the bathroom and returned to her, seeing her in the exact same position as before.

  “Come here.” I grabbed the pillow and placed it under her head. Then I pushed her hips down so she would lie flat on her stomach. She closed her eyes immediately because she was exhausted. I placed a blanket over the top of half of her body so she wouldn’t get cold. Then I attended to her, my dominance disappearing the instant was I satisfied. Now all I cared about was taking care of her, making sure she had everything she needed.

  I cleaned her up then rubbed the cream into both of her cheeks, doing my best to minimalize the swelling and the redness. It would be painful until she woke up in the morning, but at least this would help her sleep.

  I didn’t feel any pity when I looked at her skin—just arousal.

  It was my handiwork. That was my handprint. This was my woman.

  “Sweetheart?” I finished with the cream then ran my fingers through her hair. Her eyes were closed, but I suspected she wasn’t asleep.

  “Why do you enjoy hurting me so much…?” She shut her eyes tighter, as if looking at me would be too painful.

  I lay beside her and looked into her face, seeing the tearstains imprinted on her cheeks. “Because I’m a fucked-up asshole. That’s why.” My fingers grazed against her cheek on the way to her hairline. “I’m not gonna make excuses because I don’t have any. I enjoy hurting you. I enjoy listening to you cry. I just do.”

  She finally opened her eyes, a film of moisture on the surface. “But, why? Is it because your father used to hurt you?”

  I held her gaze even though I didn’t want to answer that question. “Probably. And probably because I used to watch him do the same thing to other women. It’s been programmed in my brain ever since.”

  She took her gaze off me, staring at the bedding instead.

  “I know you enjoyed it, sweetheart.”

  “I did…but it hurt toward the end.”

  “But when you came, how did it feel?”

  “Good…”

  “Better than usual?”

  She nodded.

  “Being in pain triggers our other senses.
It heightens other feelings and experiences. You’ll see what I mean as we go along.”

  She held herself up and looked over her shoulder, staring at her blood-red ass. She rubbed her fingers across the surface then winced when she touched it the wrong way.

  “It’ll be back to normal tomorrow,” I whispered.

  She lay back on the pillow and pulled the blanket over her entire body.

  “Is there anything I can get you?”

  She shook her head. “No, thanks.”

  I leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. “You know, you can always use the safe word, sweetheart. It’s there for a reason.”

  “I know, Calloway.”

  I kissed her forehead and felt her searing skin against my mouth. “I need to go to Ruin tonight. You’ll be okay here on your own?”

  The second she knew I was leaving, her posture changed. She was no longer relaxed and tired. “Why are you going there?”

  “Jackson gave me back the company, said he couldn’t handle it. I just need to take care of business.”

  “Just business, right?”

  I was hurt by the question, but I knew she had every right to ask. “Just business.” I held my hand where my ring sat. “You’re my sub. I don’t need another.” I kissed her on the cheek and left the bed. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

  “Okay.”

  I pulled on my jeans and t-shirt and headed to the door.

  “I love you…” The words were so quiet I could hardly hear them.

  I faced her from my position by the door, seeing the beautiful woman lying on my bed. “I love you too.”

  When Jackson spotted me from his place at the bar, he grinned from ear to ear. “Here’s the lucky man…”

  I snatched his scotch from the counter and took a drink. “A very lucky man, indeed.”

  “Rome changed her mind, huh?”

  “How’d you know?”

  “Everyone’s been talking about it. They said you had a sub already in tow when some brunette that no one had ever seen before snatched you. I assumed that could only be one person…”