Tell Me No Lies: The Black Orchid, Book 1

by Magnolia Smith

“You might scream or beg me to stop, but not really mean it.”

  Her dark eyebrows dipped down. “Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

  “Because it’s part of the game. I want you to scream in pleasure. I want you to beg me to stop. You’ll want to do those things too.”

  She took a deep breath. “But you won’t stop.”

  I shook my head. “No. Not unless I know you really mean it. When you really mean it, you’ll use your safe word. That way I’ll know I’m taking you to a place you don’t want to go.”

  She licked her lips and nodded slowly. “So resisting you, fighting you, will turn you on?”

  I was afraid to nod but the truth of the matter was that’s exactly what I wanted. The more she resisted the more I could dominate her.

  I observed her for a moment. “I think I’d like for you to have a second glass of wine.” I refilled her glass and offered it to her.

  She gulped it down, gazing at me for a moment, only the delicate goblet of glass between us. And then she set it down carelessly on the counter.

  “Did you know that tying a woman up, pulling her hair, spanking her…that’s a thing too? She giggled nervously. “There are groups of women online who talk about it, fantasize about it. I’ve lived my whole life and never heard of it.”

  “There are all sorts of sexual interests, fetishes you’d have no reason to know about.” I brought my hand to her hair and caressed it smelling the honey and violets that floated around us.

  “But I can’t imagine liking my hair being pulled. When I was in kindergarten, a boy pulled my braid and I turned around and slapped him square on the cheek.”

  I tugged lightly on her hair, causing her face to tilt upwards, and she gasped in surprise then smiled. “You’ve grown a lot since kindergarten. You might like it now, baby.”

  “And getting spanked? I can count on one hand how many times I was spanked as a child. They were few and far between because I was a very good girl.” She gazed at me, eyes glistening with arousal. “I distinctly recall not liking it.”

  “I’m sure you were a very good girl, Rain.” I tugged harder on her hair, and a low moan of pleasure escaped between her parted lips. “You’ll be good for me tonight too, won’t you?”

  She began to nod and then paused. “What construes bad behavior in your book?”

  I released my grip on her mane of curls and touched her cheek lightly. “Not following orders.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Orders?”

  For the first time, I realized that she might not inherently be submissive. This could be more fun than I’d originally thought.

  “That’s right. You’re to do as I say. I’m the Dom and you’re the sub. If that role doesn’t come naturally to you, it will, eventually.”

  I kept my eyes on her, tried to stay focused as the darkness churned around me like thick clove smoke. Sweet, cloying and dangerous.

  “Do you understand your role?” She hesitated and then nodded. “What’s your safe word? Something silly, something that can’t be confused with bedroom talk.”

  She thought for a moment and then smiled. “Beignet.”

  Beignet. Got it.

  “Are you sure about this, Rain? I’m no angel.”

  She gazed at my lips. “Shut up and kiss me.”

  I crushed her lips with mine. I picked her up and carried her upstairs to my bedroom. I lay her on my bed and she moved backwards toward the headboard.

  “Maybe we should just have, you know, regular sex.”

  I tried to hide my disbelief. After everything that had just happened, she wanted to stop? “Rain, I would have never initiated this conversation with you. But now that you’ve started it I want you to understand me. I need for you to know me in this way. Can I make love to you tonight, the way I want to, the way I need to? Please?”

  Damn. Here I was begging her. This was a first. But I’d do it, if that’s what it took. I’d get on my knees, kiss her feet, do whatever I had to do to have her in this way.

  She began to shake her head. “You’re scaring me. The way you’re looking at me.”

  “Rain, I’ve waited, I’ve been patient. Please.” I tried to blank my features. How was I looking at her? What could she see?

  She bit her bottom lip. “I do! I’m just…confused. What does it mean if I want to do this, if I like making love in this manner with you?”

  The darkness was rising and my cock threatened to explode. “It means you’re mine.”

  “Oh.” She nodded slowly.

  My lips moved into a grin. I waited a beat, waited for her to change her mind. The beast inside me stirred, restless. When she didn’t, I exhaled, went to my closet and found what I was looking for.

  Eyes wide, she moved further away but with her back already against the backboard there was nowhere for her to go. Nowhere for her to hide. “Duct tape? Not fluffy pink handcuffs?”

  “You have done your research.” Smiling, I reached for her and pulled her to me. “That type of sexual accouterment is for first timers, the curious.” I ripped off a piece of tape with my teeth and bound her arms over her head.

  “But I am a first timer,” she sputtered. “I am curious.”

  I thought about covering her mouth then, but I wouldn’t be able to hear her screams of passion and she had such a sweet sounding voice. I looked down at her, my vision growing hazy with lust. “I’m not.”

  Alarmed, she looked up at her wrists and then at me. She’d had two glasses of wine, but she still had her wits about her. “What have I agreed to?”

  “You said you wanted to understand me. You said you wanted to know me, the real me. This is the real me, the part of me I’ve been hiding from you like a dirty little secret. Have you changed your mind?”

  She took a deep breath but didn’t speak.

  “Change your mind, Rain. Do it now, and I’ll take the tape off your wrists and you can leave.” Please, I wanted to add. Please, do not give me permission. You’re going to hate me. You’re going to fucking hate me when I’m done with you.

  “Once you told me you loved me. Did you mean it?”

  “I love you,” I said without hesitation. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  “Oh,” she breathed.

  I leaned toward her and kissed her on her lips, softly. And then I grabbed her ponytail and jerked her head backwards. A surprised gasp escaped her lips. I brought my mouth to her face, kissing her along her jawline to the tender flesh of her neck.

  “May I bite you?”

  She stared at me, her tawny-colored eyes an even mixture of desire and fear. “Do I have a choice?”

  “Of course. Just say no.” Say it. Say it.

  She gazed so deeply into my eyes, I knew she could see the yellow eyes of the beast that lived within me. Fangs bared, nostrils primed to smell blood. I wanted to look away. But she’d agreed to see the real me, and I would let her.

  “I say yes,” she whispered carelessly.

  Stunned, I couldn’t move.

  “Did you hear what I said, Kael? I said yes. Love me. Hurt me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want, whatever it takes to make me yours. I want to belong to you and only you.”

  Closing her eyes, she turned her head away, presenting her neck to me.

  Yesssss, the beast hissed. Yes.

  I sunk my teeth into her skin until she arched her back and strained against the duct tape. She made a sound, half moan, half scream. I could see her erect nipples through the thin material of her top.

  She liked it.

  When I thought she couldn’t take the pain anymore, I swooped down to her camisole and with one hand, ripped it off her body. I roughly pulled the tiny silk bra off and flicked my tongue around her nipple until she moaned in pleasure. And then I put the nipple in my mouth, softly suckling until she was arching t
oward me, urging her breast deeper into my mouth.

  “Kael,” she breathed. “Please…”

  And then I sucked harder until she screamed in pain, tried to rip her arms free of the duct tape. I bit down on one nipple, and then the other, deaf to her screams, lost in the darkness. My hand went inside her pants, found the wetness and plunged in without hesitation. One finger then two.

  She moaned like an animal, me still sucking on her nipples and fingering her juicy pussy. I pulled her pants down to her thighs and slurped up her wetness. I alternated between gentle licks and sharp bites to her thighs. I couldn’t make up my mind. What did I want to do? Eat her pussy or bite her soft, satiny flesh? So I did both, over and over again.

  I could hear her moaning my name. Begging for more, pleading for me to stop.

  “Kael, Kael…stop, this isn’t love. This is an attack.”

  She felt like I was attacking her? Then where was her safe word?

  I shook myself out of my haze long enough to rise up and kiss her with her juices smeared over my mouth. “This is how I love, Rain. This is how I want to love you.”

  Her breath came out in small pants. “You’re an animal.”

  “But I’m your animal,” I growled into her ear.

  She moaned as I gathered both of her breasts together and began to kiss and suckle them until she screamed my name. All the while she struggled with the duct tape wrapped tightly around her wrists.

  I straddled her body, moving upward and put my cock in her face, rubbed it against her soft cheek. She opened her lips to speak, to protest but I shoved it in the soft wetness of her mouth. And there was nothing she could say.

  I fought the desire to gag her, to make her choke. Because I liked that too. I restrained myself, not pushing to the back of her throat, but close. She whimpered and mewled like a kitten as I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, finding my pleasure. Just when I thought I might explode, I stopped and pulled out, ready for her sweet pussy.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  She stared at me, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.

  “Say something, Rain. Your safe word?”

  “No. Please. Don’t. Stop,” she finally said.

  I stood, grabbed her by her bound wrists and dragged her to the floor on her knees, with her arms still stretched above her head.

  She turned around, raw fear in her eyes. “You can’t, Kael. You’re too big. I told you I haven’t been with anyone since—”

  “I know. Before Jamaica.” The thought of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock caused the darkness to mushroom in my head, completely taking over.

  Using my knee, I roughly spread her legs apart, her tight ass up in the air. She fell forward, her chin hitting the carpet.

  I jerked her back up onto her knees, smacked her ass and she cried out. The beautiful tanned color of her butt cheek turned a gorgeous magenta. Then I slapped her again. Fueled by her screams and the way she tried to run from me. I hit her. Again. And again.

  Her knees buckled underneath her, and she collapsed onto the flat of her stomach, chest arched up, and her hips an inviting valentine framing a tiny juicy, pink center.

  “Kael,” she moaned with her pelvis bucking with each slap. “Stop. Please stop.”

  She wanted me to stop? The fucking movie “Princess Bride” came to mind. “As you wish,” I growled into her ear.

  My left arm wrapped around her tiny waist and jerked her back up to her knees, while my left hand grabbed my cock, placed it at her entrance and gently rubbed it back and forth. It slid easily across the satiny folds of her pussy. She was wet.

  Soaking. Sopping.

  She was scared and in pain, but she was wet. The blood surged through my cock. She liked it.

  “Please, Kael.”

  I moved my hand from her waist to her hair, grabbed her ponytail, wrapping it around my fist and then pulled her to me, so that her head was inclined at a sharp angle. “Please, what?”

  She fought to catch her breath. “I don’t think I can take—”

  “You’re ready, baby. You’re so ready for this.”

  But then I thought, maybe I am rushing her. Maybe I’m forcing her to do something she doesn’t want to do. It could all be for me, her giving me what I want. And yeah, I did want this, but I needed her to want it too.

  I let go of her ponytail and for a moment I thought I should take it slow, savor the feel of my flesh inside hers. I thought that maybe I should make her first intercourse experience with me slow and gentle. Tender even. Work my way up to the brutal thrusting I preferred, but then she looked at me over her shoulder, locked eyes with me and moaned. It was a soft inarticulate sound of lust and anticipation. There was a question in her passion-drunk eyes. A question I would wait no longer to answer.

  I pushed forward, shoving my cock deep inside of as her narrow walls first resisted my movement.

  No mercy. Ever. That was my motto when I fucked.

  She tried to brace herself against the carpeted floor on her forearms, but the air whooshed out of her as she gasped in pleasure. Her knees gave away and she fell forward, my cock going deeper inside her tight pussy, practically nailing her to the floor.

  She said that she hadn’t been with anyone since Jamaica, and I believed her. She was virgin tight and as I pulled out, I could feel the slick walls of her pussy gripping my cock like it didn’t want to let go. Every inch of movement was a riot of pleasure that shot through my body and I groaned with the effort not to come immediately. She screamed my name when I entered her again and I thrust in and out until my hearing muffled and my vision tunneled into a haze of darkness. I was vaguely aware of a warm, soft body beneath me with the sounds of passion somewhere far off in the distance.

  I wrapped my forearm around her throat with just enough pressure to make her wheeze. She tried to make a sound but with my arm pressed against her windpipe all she could do was gasp for air. I continued to thrust inside of her, the sound of her struggling for air spurring me on. The blackness covered me completely, and all I could think of was pleasure, pain and her golden flesh.

  She was a soft pliable thing beneath me, and waves of pleasure washed over me, her incoherent struggles muted by the darkness. I felt her body go limp beneath me, and I removed my arm from her throat.

  She’d passed out. Erotic asphyxiation. I knew how long to restrict the air in her windpipe so she achieved the best orgasm of her life, but didn’t suffer any real harm.

  I pulled out, flipped her limp rag doll body over and propped her legs on my shoulders, taking a moment to marvel at her beauty.

  She was a creature from a fairytale. Sleeping Beauty. Snow White after she’d taken the poison. I was the prince to kiss her—no fuck her back to life.

  I plunged into her tightness, forcing my way to the absolute bottom. She’d come to in a moment, feeling nothing but pleasure.

  There’d be no beignets this night.

  * * * * *

  “Latte?”

  He asked me that, like it was just another day.

  Kael stood at his espresso maker steaming milk while pancakes sizzled on a griddle behind him. After a long hot shower, I’d gotten dressed in one of Kael’s t-shirts and a pair of running shorts.

  “Sure. Extra shot of espresso, please.”

  I sat down at the kitchen table, trying to make sense of last night. Of what he’d done to me and my body. I was sore. I had red marks and teeth prints on my body. He was making pancakes.

  “Sorry I fell asleep on you last night.”

  “No problem.” He handed me a mug. “Pancakes will be ready soon. They’re blueberry.” He gave me a second look. “You okay?”

  I should be asking him if he was okay, but he seemed perfect. Happy, calm…at peace. As if what we did last night somehow made everything right in his world.

  I tried to smile
at him over my mug. “I wasn’t drunk last night. I’m fine.”

  “You came three times.”

  “Was that before or after I passed out?”

  “Does it matter?” He handed me a plate of pancakes and sat down beside me. “Once before,” he poured maple syrup on his breakfast then handed the syrup to me. “And twice after you came to.”

  He said it so matter-of-factly. How many times had he done this to women, restricted the flow of oxygen to their brains until they exploded into pleasure?

  “How were your orgasms?”

  I looked away from him, tried to ignore his knowing grin. “The best I ever had. It was like I was in a vivid dream. I can’t explain it.”

  I focused on the cutting of my pancakes. They were light and fluffy, buttery. Perfect. Like him. He seemed perfectly fine. Relaxed. I was the only one out of sorts.

  Part of me had been aroused last night, while the other was afraid, somewhat traumatized. He’d been violent, brutal—I’d never seen him like this before, didn’t know he was capable of such things. Didn’t know how I should act or feel now.

  Part of me wanted to run from him, never looking back. But a small part of me wanted to stay and get to know this newly revealed part of him, relish in the sexual pleasure of being physically dominated by the man I loved.

  I had to admit, it felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

  He took a deep breath. “Was there anything you liked about last night? Don’t be afraid or embarrassed. I’m not.”

  “Maybe you should be.” That came out sharply and before I could stop myself. “I feel like I’ve been raped.”

  He stared at me, his smoky eyes unreadable and the lines of his face pulled taut. “Some women like that feeling.”

  I glared at him without speaking.

  He broke first with the muscles of his face relaxing slightly. “I don’t mean they actually enjoy being raped, they like the sensation of feeling raped. There’s a difference. Are you angry?”

  “I don’t know what I am. I just feel like I don’t know you at all.”

  He smiled at me. “It’s precisely the opposite. You know me better than you did. The question is, do you still want to be with me?” He reached for my hand, and I fought the urge to jerk it away. I couldn’t reconcile my feelings. I wanted to stay. I wanted to leave. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to slap his face.