Dark Layers Volume 1: Volume 1

by Gray, A L

  He said if you cannot take anymore, stupid!

  “Good girl. Keep your eyes closed for now.”

  I close my eyes once more and try to rely on my sense of sound - it's difficult though, the music is off putting. He pushes me back until I reach the wall - every step I take is with exaggerated anticipation.

  “I am going to lift you off of the ground and place you on the triangle platform on the wall Anile - then I will tie your hands above your head - don’t be scared.”

  Hester's words come rushing back to me. 'You should stay away from him, he is dangerous.'

  Oh no! I start breathing hard, my anxiety levels are again reaching an all new high as everything else vanishes. My sense of taste and vision, gone like the wind - all I'm left with is my not so clear hearing.

  He snakes one cold arm around my waist. I suddenly feel his naked chest pressed hard against me - he's removed his shirt! Holy shit! Why can't I open my eyes? At least just to see him! Desire pools around in my tummy, causing the deepest parts of me to swim in anticipation - fuck I want to touch him!

  He effortlessly lifts me off of the ground with one arm - almost crushing me against him. His spicy scent is strong and overpowering. I gladly allow myself to become head drunk.

  His hard muscles feel heavenly against my skin - I almost convulse at the sudden contact! He pushes me against the cold wooden triangle - it pricks at my back. The cool sensation causes me to recognize my heated dampness between my legs. I want to squeeze my legs together to feel my wetness more - this has never happened to me before!

  "Lift your hands into the air Princess."

  I obey his order and lift both of my hands in sync. He firstly grabs my left hand and pushes it between the cool leather strap. He ties the strap around my wrist using only one of his hands. He repeats the same act with my other hand until I'm trussed in the air. He grabs my left foot and takes my shoe off, slowly.

  "Place your feet on the steps, otherwise you will have to hold your own weight."

  I do as he says, but I have to stand on my tippy toes. He repeats the same act with my other foot. The steps are appreciated, but they also dig into my back because they step all the way up to the top of the triangle, like a real pyramid. I wonder if the platform is built like this to cause people to feel Spartan?

  I suddenly feel his hand flat against my stomach. He performs gentle strokes, causing my tummy to quiver involuntary - my desperate moans come in sync with my quivering stomach.

  “You're so soft, and beautiful. I want to cause love bruises all over your skin from my kisses.” He whispers.

  Jesus, I hope he's metaphorically speaking!

  I feel his heated lips touch my tummy - they feel full, swollen. He glides just above my jeans, licking and kissing and sucking.

  He moans against me. "Oh, Anile - what the fuck have you done to me?"

  A strange heat suddenly infects my nervous system between my legs - a rush of ecstasy hits my clitoris, forcing me to feel a strange sense of euphoria.

  “Oh Elijah.” I beg in mumbles - for what, I don’t know, but what I do know is, I want some kind of release.

  He gently unbuttons my jeans, popping them open with ease.

  “These are coming off.” He whispers while his tongue trails down the centre of my tummy. Holy shit! The wetness of his saliva leaves cold damp spells on my skin. I wince in desperation - I want more, I want him to touch my sex, so badly!

  His tongue follows his fingers down my legs as he pulls my jeans off. I'm now standing in only my lace bra and thongs! He reaches my feet and kisses each of my toes, elongating his kiss on my pinkie toe - I never realized how good foot foreplay feels! He lifts my feet, one by one so he can dispense of my jeans. His grip is tight, his hands are huge and cover almost every inch of my feet. Once he finally removes my jeans, I feel naked, completely exposed.

  "You will like this Princess." He whispers.

  He unexpectedly scrapes his thumb nail down the sole of my foot, slowly but with force.

  "Fuck!" I mumble.

  That hurts but feels good! What the hell? A strange pang hits me right in the centre of my clitoris - oh my! Please do that again! I beg mentally.

  He runs his hands back up my legs, slowly, seductively, leaving a lingering sensation of desire all over my skin. I'm dying to feel his skilled hands on my sex! Oh, God! What's happening to me?

  Once he reaches my hips, he strangely tugs at my panties, pulling them to just beneath my backside - this feels a little intimate, I would prefer to be naked. I feel his face flat against my tummy while his hands are firmly holding my backside. He brushes his face against me, slowly, heading south of me. His stubbly cheeks scratch at my skin - I feel the itchy pricks with extra awareness now that I'm a bag of sensations.

  He startles my brain, my nerves, but most of all, my arousal system. He completely covers my sex with his mouth.

  "Shit!" I curse breathless.

  He breathes into my sex over my panties - my clitoris feels the heat before the rest of my body registers what's happening! Oh my God - this feels so damn good!

  While I'm mentally folding into nothing but the definition of euphoria, he unexpectedly rips my panties down my legs - pulling them off with brutal force - not mirroring his gentle action of removing my jeans.

  "Ahhh!” I scream at the sudden shock.

  I think he's mentally torturing me with fear. I squeeze my legs together as I try to protect myself from his vicious attack. Shit I feel slick, juicy wet! My arousal is almost dripping down my thighs! Crap this is embarrassing, why am I so damn wet?

  “Don't be scared Princess.” He whispers.

  Don't be scared! How about I truss you in the air and completely drown you in darkness? Let's see how you like it!

  I breathe in my nose and out of my mouth while I try to collect myself. Shit I'm so nervous - why did he do that, why did he so viciously rip my panties off?

  I suddenly feel his fingers slide between my sex. He starts rubbing and circling my clitoris. Holy fucking shit. My legs voluntarily open a little, giving him access to the private parts of me as I succumb to my sexual desires.

  "Ahhh!" I cry out.

  “Fuck me Anile, you are dripping wet, and you are bald! My day couldn't possibly get any better!” He says while he continues to massage me.

  Embarrassment washes over me - why would he be shocked that I'm bald? I thought every woman these days has a full wax?

  My mind blanks as a feeling of ecstasy grows inside me. I start to worry because I feel an unfamiliar build gathering inside my sex. It's delicious and all consuming. It forces me to tense, forces me to grab the feeling that's going to break free of me any minute now.

  "Please, oh please!" I beg.

  His fingers are so skilled - I have to think of a way to constantly have them on me!

  He stops his relentless massaging and grabs my ankles with both of his hands. He forces my legs open, and suddenly, his mouth is covering me.

  Oh my fucking God! All air is knocked out of me. Skin to skin contact - this is beyond words! His tongue is divine - torturing even! His lips feel so swollen against me. I can feel myself on the brink of exploding - oh God! This cannot be happening! How can something so bad, feel so damn good!

  “Oh please.” I beg, jumbling my words through my gag, still not knowing why. What’s happening to me?

  "That's it Princess, that's what you want - let yourself go, cum for me, Anile!"

  My eyes involuntarily spring open. I notice my vision is blurry, and I feel hot, too hot! Something doesn’t feel right. My breathing comes faster, as does the igniting sensation.

  "Elijah, what's happening to me?" I beg as worry forces my system to crash.

  An magnificent explosion takes a hold of all my sanity - unmistaken heat and generous amounts of tickles flood my sex. This is the climax, this is what people seek, a stupendous involuntary sensation that is more than heaven itself! Oh my, I need this every damn day!

  “Elijah!
” I scream through my gagged lips as the final blow comes. "Ahhh!"

  Jesus, it's not stopping, my orgasm's not stopping! Holy shit! He had better stop that before I pass out!

  I fall into him, limp and almost lifeless. I feel his lips turn into a smile against the queen of my sex as he enjoys unfolding me. He suddenly stops and my body mirrors his action. I allow my head to fall back as I gather myself. He places one last chaste kiss on the queen of my sex, gently.

  "Are you okay?" He whispers.

  I achingly lift my head to meet his beautiful electric blue eyes - wow he looks like lust itself! He's puce, beautiful, and his lips glisten with my arousal. I nod my head with all that I have and thankfully he notices how tired I am. He smiles affectionately at me, triumphant to.

  I let my head fall limp again, I need rest.

  "Did you like that Princess?"

  I achingly nod and only wish I had the energy to scream, YES I FUCKING DID LIKE THAT - LOVED IT IN-FACT!

  "Now you will be forced into darkness." He says.

  Okay, now I'm awake. I lift my head again, quicker than before, but it's too late. He covers my eyes with a blindfold and this time, I cannot even see a shadow of light. I'm completely flooded with darkness. My heart rate picks up and my blood pumps too fast throughout my system. My heady dizziness feels more real in the darkness. I have nothing to stabilize my mind while it endlessly spins. I think I'm drunk, drunk on sexual sensations and lust!

  He turns up the music - he's had it on repeat - it's so damn loud!

  He comes right up to my ear and whispers, “remember your safe symbol Anile?”

  I nod, stressed and confused. I think he's making it deliberately hard for me to concentrate with everything going on - the music, his magical fingers, his intoxicating mouth!

  All of a sudden, he takes my legs - one at a time, and he ties them apart so I'm completely accessible to him. He clasps them inside the leather straps at the bottom of the pyramid. I shake my head to try and stop him but he ignores my silly request. Once I'm trussed up completely, I suddenly hear loud clicking that completely grabs my attention - the sound hits my ears harder than the music.

  “What's that?” I mumble, but he ignores me.

  I feel a quick unorthodox pinch on my tummy.

  “Ahhh!” I scream.

  I'm not sure if that hurt or if it was the initial shock! It happens again, but this time it's above my breast.

  "Elijah!" I almost shout.

  He quickly pulls my bra up above my breasts and they instantly swell. Oh, my nipples feel sore and he hasn't even touched them!

  He squeezes my left nipple between his fingers, just once, and so quickly.

  "Fuck, gently!" I mumble.

  Jesus, everything's happening so damn quickly!

  He pinches my nipple again, but before I can have ago at him, his mouth is covering me.

  "Hmmm." He moans against me.

  He elongates my nipple with his delightful sucks. Oh that feels good but strangely cold - it's like he's had ice in his mouth.

  A harder pinch suddenly shocks the living daylights out of me. It hits me just above my sex. I buck forward into him. He releases my breast, but slaps it, hard!

  "I hope you're ready for this Princess."

  Ready? Ready for what?

  He starts to fucking torture me! Pinch after pinch assaults my body but never in the same place. He pinches each breast with his fingers, then with the clicking toy, then he slaps my nipples - one after the other, never in sync. I suddenly feel pinching at my sex, hitting me right on my clitoris and the pain is too much - it's almost unbearable! I scream so damn loud that every fucking person in this building must hear me!

  “Stop, please Elijah, stop.” I beg.

  I hand signal him. I fall limp, I feel defeated. Whatever he was holding falls to the floor with a loud thud. He quickly removes my gag with trembling hands.

  “Are you okay Princess?” He asks worried.

  “No, please stop. I'm a virgin. I can't do this Elijah.”

  He's silent, motionless even. I cannot see but I know he's still standing in front of me, I can sense him like I always can.

  “Please say something Elijah.”

  He gently takes my blindfold off and looks utterly broken. His eyes are wide, his mouth is set in a grim hard line. He looks inanimate, sadly inanimate. Oh no!

  He unclasps my legs first, then my hands. I almost fall into him, but he catches me in his arms. He lifts me and cradles me. He does feel homely, strangely. I clutch at his neck while he holds me. He quickly carries me over to the messy purple bed. He sits in the middle of the bed with me still in his arms.

  “Please forgive me for almost stealing your innocence Anile. I am so, so sorry.” He whispers in a broken voice.

  “Don't be sorry Elijah, this was just a little too much for my first time.”

  "Why didn't you tell me?" He snaps.

  "It's not a hot topic - why would I just tell you something like that?"

  “Fuck Anile, I knew you were innocent but Jesus Christ. Have I hurt you?” He asks.

  He takes my chin between his fingers. He forces me to look up at him. I feel embarrassed now that I can see his face - this man wants me, God knows why but he wants me - and I have totally fucked it up.

  “No, you haven’t hurt me. Honest, I'm fine, just a little weirded out, that’s all.”

  “You have to leave. Your job, here, you have to leave, Anile.”

  My heart sinks. My mouth drops open. All the joyful sensations mixed with fear vanish and just become... fear.

  “Why? Can we not take things slower? We have moved to the next stage within days Elijah, you have to understand.”

  “I will not take your virginity Anile. You deserve better than me.”

  I try to get up but he holds on to me.

  “So, if I were a fucking slut you would want me? Is that what you are saying?” I snap.

  He shakes his head in defeat.

  “I don't know, I just cannot be the one who takes your innocence away Anile. I am fucked up, I do not want to take you down with me.”

  “Let me go.” I snap. Fire flairs within my tummy as rage seeps through my pours.

  He gets up off of the bed and forces, “wait here. My driver will come for you and I will have your things sent to you from your office.”

  “Elijah, please don’t do this.” I beg with tears in my eyes.

  “Please don’t cry Princess. You have to understand, I'm doing this for you.”

  “No you are not!” I scream. I run towards him, aiming to punch him into his hard chest. He grabs my hands and pulls me close to him. He kisses my cheek, tenderly.

  “I am sorry, I never wanted to hurt you.”

  “Then don’t do this, please Elijah. You make me feel dirty for being a virgin when I saved my virginity for a reason.” I beg with watery eyes.

  “It's not mine to take. I have so many Dark Layers, I will not add your innocence to the list.”

  He lets me go. He pushes me onto the bed and I fall back.

  "Elijah, if you do this, there is no going back!" I warn.

  "Goodbye Anile." He says.

  He walks over to the door and stops for a few seconds.

  "Elijah." I whisper.

  He doesn't look around, he opens the door and walks fast through it, slamming it shut.

  My breathing becomes rapid as a result of my panic. My mouth dries, my heart pounds. I quickly get to my feet and run up to the door in double time. I grab the handle and turn it but it doesn't move. Fuck, he's locked it!

  "Open this door, now Elijah!" I scream. I start banging hard, begging someone - anyone - to let me out. No one comes, no one is on the other side.

  TIME PASSES SO SLOWLY; I sit for hours, lonely and broken, completely shattered into a thousand pieces. Elijah's words play on repeat, tormenting me.

  'It does not matter how long we have known one another, what matters is, love, passion, life and living. All these thi
ngs are what matter, regardless of how long it took to get them. Time is just another journey we will take together.'

  If he truly believed this, then he wouldn’t be walking out on me! I mentally tell myself this over and over again, hoping to ease this strange pain - loss. Why the hell am I so hurt? He's consuming and gorgeous, that I understand, but my feelings for him, I don't understand them at all.

  I break down by the door desperately crying.

  "Please come back." I sob.

  I'm mentally haunted by him - I need him, I want him. Why has he done this to me?

  Until (Volume 2)

  Keep turning the pages for a sneak peek

  into Volume 2!

  CONTINUED

  SHE TOOK THE keys and the egg, and promised to obey him in everything. When he was gone, she went all round the house from the bottom to the top, and examined everything. The rooms shone with silver and gold, and she thought she had never seen such great splendour. At length she came to the forbidden door; she wished to pass it by, but curiosity let her have no rest. She examined the key, it looked just like any other; she put it in the keyhole and turned it a little, and the door sprang open. But what did she see when she went in? A great bloody basin stood in the middle of the room, and therein lay human beings, dead and hewn to pieces, and hard by was a block of wood, and a gleaming axe lay upon it. She was so terribly alarmed that the egg which she held in her hand fell into the basin. She got it out and washed the blood off, but in vain, it appeared again in a moment. She washed and scrubbed, but she could not get it out.

  TO BE CONTINUED

  Novels by A L Gray

  Dark Layers (Volume 1)

  Dark Layers (Volume 2)

  Dark Layers (Volume 3)

  Dark Layers (Volume 4)

  coming soon

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  AWAKENING

  THE ORIGINAL PROPHECY SERIES

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