THORNE: Rose's Dark Secret: (Book 2)

by R. B. O'Brien

  “Be right back.”

  I grabbed some rope, came back, and began to tie her, arms straight over her head first to the headboard. I then yanked her legs down, ensuring she was pulled tight, like a pencil, and spread her legs wide, securing each foot to a post.

  “Fucking beautiful,” I remarked.

  I lifted her head slightly to place a blindfold on her face and she gasped. “William…”

  “Trust me.” I cut her off. I didn’t want her to know that I would begin with a light flogging. She still was unaccustomed to such things and I didn’t want to scare her. With the blindfold she could simply focus on the sensation of the pain that would ultimately bring her pleasure.

  I drizzled a little oil on her breasts, under her arms and across her abdomen and worked it in, tweaking and rolling her nipples. I drew my fingers under her arms to see how much squirming the rope would allow. Not much at all and I smiled.

  I tortured her for a while this way, tickling her as she tried to escape my fingers and had nowhere to go. She could barely move a muscle and I laughed at her present misery.

  “William!” she screamed out when I focused lightly on the tips of her nipples, the sadistic bastard that I was, knowing full well the cruel ache it would create between her legs.

  “Yes, love,” I taunted and laughed.

  “Stop. Please. I can hardly breathe.”

  She said all the right things. “Uh-huh.” I teased. “What did I tell you earlier, Rose? Safeword or nothing changes. I am going to do as I please. That’s the way I like it. I told you. You’re in for a bit of a long night, a rather tortuous night to be honest.” I licked my lips at how hard her nipples were, turning a bright pink from the attention I reaped upon them. And I continued, doing as I pleased to her helpless, restrained body. She couldn’t move in any way to escape my whims.

  I drew my mouth onto her and sucked her nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue against her persecuted tips, and drew my fingers under her arms and along her sides as she giggled, squeaked, moaned, and begged.

  “Mmmmm,” I teased, “if you keep making these beautiful sounds, you will force me to never stop. You must know that sweet girl.”

  “Please, William. It aches.”

  “Yes, Rose, I know.”

  She groaned and moved her head from side to side, the only body part that had mobility.

  I stopped and kissed her for a little while drawing circles around her stomach and breasts, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the blood in her neck pulsing. I bit her neck and sucked, knowing they might leave small, faint hickeys.

  “Oh god,” she moaned and tried in vain to get away from my evil, cruel mouth but she wasn’t going anywhere.

  I chuckled sadistically, biting the side of her neck rather hard. “I think I’d like to mark your entire body like this. I have the patience for it. But first,” and I picked up the flogger on the side of her that I had placed there. “This.” And I swatted a breast right on the tip of the already sensitized nipple.

  “Ow! William!” she screamed, shocked.

  “Yes?” Slap. I let the flogger do its job on the other nipple. Then alternated in quick succession without pause, hard but not cruelly. I paused and let that sink in.

  “William?” She was panting.

  I stayed silent.

  “William?” she asked becoming a bit nervous.

  Still I remained silent and stared at the beauty before me, changing from unmarked purity to colored sin.

  She breathed through her nose and trembled on the exhale. I wanted to laugh out loud at the strength she was trying to show in that moment but her exhale betrayed her as it shook vehemently.

  I struck her again on her belly and she screamed again. Then another. And another until she cried out my name in a tortured gasp. I could do this all night, watching her skin react to every touch, every blow, every fall of the flogger.

  But I also knew she wouldn’t be able to handle much more without becoming too emotional and lost. So I paused a bit more to intensify her nerves and her sensitivity and then I rained down a few more blows between her thighs, being sure to stay away from her pussy. Didn’t want any accidents.

  I finished where I started, on her nipples, and then when I saw tears streaming from under her mask, I stopped and kissed her lips. “Punishment over, baby.” Of course, it wasn’t really punishment at all. Real punishment wasn’t pleasant. But keeping her emotionally off kilter to absorb every touch, every feeling, and every sensation I would bring her was a bit of a torture to her.

  My fingers made their way down her belly and into her dripping, wet slit and I rubbed her clit in circles. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue thrusting wildly, and we kissed as if we might suffocate without it.

  “How do you feel, baby?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

  “Needy,” she admitted.

  “Good,” I said. “Just how I like you.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  I put the flogger away and began to kiss her, starting at her neck. I had no intention of stopping until I had kissed, sucked, licked, or bit each part of her body. My cock pounded again already but if there was one thing I didn’t want to do, it was rush it. I could wait.

  “Comfy, baby?” I asked.

  She sighed, knowing full well I was taunting her, teasing her, reminding her that she had no choice.

  “Hmmmm,” I said with a slight edge to my voice and I saw her body tighten, heightened to my tone. “Guess you don’t want pleasure yet.”

  “William…”

  “Uh, uh, uh. Sssssh. You had a chance to be a good girl and you chose not to be.”

  “No, William, I was just…”

  I chuckled. “Yes, Rose. I know you were just…and now I’m just going to…hmmmm, let me see. Torture you a bit. Yes. I think that is the word. Edge you? Hmmmm. In any case, you won’t be coming.”

  She drew in a sharp intake of breath.

  “What do you mean?” she whispered. I could hear the threat of panic in her voice.

  “No more talking. Not another word.”

  The blindfold was beautiful on her and I knew it only exaggerated the sensations, but I missed her eyes too much. I loved to watch them speak to me, beg, cry, smile, all the emotions that ran through them. I was sadistic enough to want to see her torment in them as I teased her. But I would also enjoy watching her cave to her pleasure, ecstasy communicated through them. I removed it and I saw the smudges of mascara from her tears and kissed each lid as she blinked them back closed.

  She moaned.

  “Now I can watch you suffer.”

  Her eyes blinked open, a nervous expression.

  I smiled and kissed her lips. “And find pleasure.”

  “Oh…”

  “Sssssh,” I reminded her.

  By the time I had devoured each section of her body, she quivered like a fish, her belly drawing in and out in an effort not to completely break down. She begged only a few times but stopped with a swift look of reprimand from me to remind her the rules, and a couple times I half expected her to use her safeword. But she didn’t and so, I pushed her limits more.

  I grabbed a vibrator and turned it on a low hum and held it against a nipple until she couldn’t help but beg. It drove her crazy and she had no chance of getting me to stop without a safeword and she had nowhere to move. I alternated on each nipple, watching that beautiful pain in her eyes. Her lips quivered in a panicked, “William, I’m going to come. William, I’m going to come. I can’t…”

  And so the bastard that I am, I stopped and let her teeter on the edge, only to do it again and again, alternately between bringing her to an orgasm through nipple stimulation and then clitoral stimulation. Back and forth, torturing her for my pleasure. I wondered how much more sadistic I could actually be and I wondered just how much more she could take.

  “You okay?” I asked pausing to let the last almost climax fade away, watching her body shake and tremble, her little belly fighting the pain
of being teased to such excruciating levels.

  “N…n…noo.” Her voice stammered. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, William.”

  “Mmmmmm.” I kissed her lips, salted with the tears of the last hour. “Look at me when you come,” I said finally.

  Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as my words rolled over her like a soothing blanket.

  “Rose. Look at me,” I said again. I knew she was truly at her limit.

  She stared at me, such a pleading look in the depths of her eyes, questioning my sincerity.

  “Yes, baby,” I assured her.

  I held the vibrator against her clit and thrust two of my fingers in her and a low guttural moan escaped her lips. “On my god. Oh my god. Oh…”

  In these moments, it was really difficult for me not to be cruel. It really was. It was who I was. I loved to keep women on edge like this. I loved the unpredictable aspect of it, the excitement of the unknown it could bring, the wave of orgasm that was so much stronger and powerful as a result.

  But she had endured enough, and I wanted to please her. I wanted her to feel good. I wanted to be the cause of it. The cause of her pleasure. I wanted to give her everything in that moment. I had watched her suffer for me long enough. She suffered in beautiful submission just for me. And now, I wanted her to release her suffering into the warmth and satisfaction of pure euphoria, euphoria she had earned.

  “Go on, sweet angel. Come.”

  As her mouth curled into a silent “O,” her neck arching, I turned the vibrator up a little higher and removed my fingers, replacing them with my thumb in her pussy and pushing a finger in his ass. She screamed out my name as she crashed over the edge, shattered by a somewhat excruciating and painful climax.

  And I continued to hold the vibrator against her, moving it in circular motions, pressing down onto her most sensitive spot.

  I removed my finger and thumb from her and watched her eyes communicate that dance between pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks, her mouth opening and closing, unable to speak and find words, lost in the emotional darkness that only forced orgasms can bring.

  She crashed again and I smiled, the muscles, a spastic dance I could watch all day in her belly.

  I held fast and hard against her, her head shaking, no, from side to side. My hair fell into my eyes as I hovered over her, rubbing and vibrating her to yet another orgasm, relentless. I watched the tortured look of pleasure in her eyes and decided she could handle one more.

  She finally found her voice. “William…Oh my god. William,” she squeaked.

  I smiled, never taking my eyes off hers and pressed on, forcing her to take the blissful pain of one more. She screamed out a garbled, indecipherable cry and with one final rub of the vibrator, I removed it.

  She gasped for breath. I watched the tears flow freely down her cheeks. I followed their path down over her neck, watching the pulse bulge in and out of it. Her chest was a bright, blotchy red.

  I wasn’t done with her.

  I climbed on top of her and slowly eased my cock into the wet and sticky, beautiful mess between her legs and pumped in and out. I nibbled on her breast and nipples and felt the heat of her pussy surrounding my cock. Her muscles gripped me and I increased my speed, pulling myself up to balance above her as I drove myself almost over the edge into another quick, violent orgasm. I pulled my cock from her pussy and looked into her eyes as she licked her lips. She opened her mouth and I smiled.

  I thrust my cock into her greedy, little mouth. “Good girl,” I praised her and then, I finally drained myself.

  She swallowed, smiled up at me, and closed her eyes. I kissed her forehead and finally untied her. She was limp but her breathing was calm and steady. Her eyes blinked open and then shut again, opening and closing with less and less time in between. She was exhausted.

  I loved watching her, her naked body, the hue finally returning to its normal color less the love bites and marks I had left. I smiled and kissed the ones I had made on her neck, small yet visible even in just candle light. I wondered if they’d last and that made me smile wider.

  I kissed her lips and then stroked away some loose strands of her hair. “Rose,” I whispered.

  She struggled to open her eyes fully but a smile crept across her mouth and again, it invited me to kiss her lips. She moaned contentedly.

  “Rose, go wash up in the bathroom, and I’ll grab you some water. I don’t want you dehydrated.” I paused as her eyes shut again. “Up,” I ordered. “You can sleep for as long as you like after that.”

  She slowly sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, crossing her arms across her body and looking to me to ask what I knew she would ask.

  “No, baby.” And I laughed. “You know better. No clothes. Now off you go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

  I returned with the water and placed it on the nightstand and waited for Rose to come out of the bathroom. She opened the door and then switched off the light, covering herself again.

  “Let’s try that again,” I suggested. “Back into the bathroom, and before you shut off the light, stand there for me. I want to see you.”

  “William,” she moaned.

  “Rose, do this for me without a fight, would you? This may be the last time I see you.”

  She drew in a breath and the pain flashed across the deep brown of her eyes. I didn’t mean for it to come out that blunt. I was merely speaking the truth and immediately I got that pang of guilt.

  “I didn’t mean to say that exactly, Rose. I just want to look at you. God. You are so beautiful.”

  “William, please. Can we talk? Please. This is so silly.”

  “Touch yourself. Feel how soft you are. Touch yourself like I have so many times. Feel what I get to feel when I touch you.”

  I could see the blush rise in her face.

  “Go on. Your belly first. Then your breasts. Touch between your thighs, the inner part of your thighs. That might be the softest part on your body. I love it there.”

  She did as I bid and I watched her breathing increase, her chest turn pink, and her nipples stiffen. My cock yet again began to harden.

  And I also saw the sagging of her eyes. She was exhausted.

  “Come. Come drink your water and lie back down and we’ll go to sleep.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  I repositioned my cock and tried to think of her well-being, the hours she had just endured of pleasure and pain, exquisite torture. I smiled. How beautifully she suffered for me.

  She drank her water standing up in front of me and I drank in her. She placed the glass back down, and I held the covers up for her and she came back under them and turned to face me on her side.

  “William. I love you,” she whispered.

  I kissed her lips. “I love you too, Rose.”

  “Then…”

  “Rose,” I lifted her chin and glared at her steadily. “Bed.”

  “But William. Why? Why can’t we try? It makes no sense. I can be a character witness. I can…”

  I laughed. “Oh?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her. “And by character witness, you will what? Tell them how good I can wield a flogger? Or how good I am at forcing orgasms from you? Or hmmmm, what else, that my character is of such proper stuff that I can make you sing like a canary if I touch your nipples just so?”

  “William. Stop it.”

  I was embarrassing her. Again, I felt my cock react.

  “Then what, Rose?”

  “How about the job at the office you gave me, taking me out of my waitressing job? How about the center you started and the effects it’s having on the community? How about all the charities you attend and support? How about fighting for causes that are killing the people in our community? How about stopping everything to come to the hospital? How about getting my grandfather’s…”

  “Rose.” I had to stop her. “I appreciate how sweet you are. I really do. In fact, I love that about you. But I have to figure this out
on my own.”

  She lowered her head onto my chest. “I’m not letting you go,” she said finally. “I won’t.”

  I sighed. “We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

  Her head shot up. “Really?” Her voice squeaked like a little girl’s and I had to laugh. “And you’ll tell me exactly what happened that day? To my grandfather? Everything?”

  “Yes, Rose. I will tell you the story of my mother, of your grandfather. I did want to confess, Rose. But my mother, the lawyer, the tobacco guys. They had money. They were good at making things disappear. Hiding the truth. They made their living off of it. Do you understand?”

  “Not exactly. No, William. What happened?”

  I told her about the bullying, about beating up Malcolm, about how I carelessly flicked a burning cigarette into the direction of her grandfather’s house, her house obviously too.

  She listened with greedy ears.

  “Oh, William. And you believe that is what started the fire?” she whispered, new tears forming in her eyes.

  “Yes, Rose.” Of course I knew that’s what started the fire. “My mother got paid a ton of money not to speak about it. A bunch of young kids smoking, the richest man in town’s son a bully, involved with starting a fire that killed a man? What they paid my mother to keep her mouth shut was everything to her and nothing to them.”

  “It wasn’t your fault, William.”

  I turned away from her. I couldn’t share the whole story, the entire story, the truth about my cowardice. Only my mother and Jennifer knew. And, of course, Malcolm and his sleazy father.

  We knew we started a fire, Malcolm and I. And we did nothing. A man died because of it. And we did absolutely nothing. I could have stopped that fire. I could have alerted the fire department. Anything. Something. Instead, I ran away from the scene like a fucking coward, a fucking baby. I left a house to burn and because of my cowardice, I killed a man.