by Dani René
Eva
As soon as we step inside the room, it suddenly feels too small. I can’t be angry with him because this is what I want. Stepping further into the space, I take her in—blonde, beautiful, and curvy. She’s dressed in a sleek black dress and heels that put her at my height.
“Hi.” She smiles, but I can’t bring myself to answer her.
“Eva doesn’t like you, Olivia,” Nate rumbles from behind me. I don’t look at him. I can’t bring myself to look at his face. He sets the bottle on the table and I hear him crack the seal and pop the cork.
Three glasses. Three people. I’m about to be hurt, degraded, humiliated, and it’s all my fault. “Do you want me to leave?” she asks. The bitch who’s going to get fucked by the man I want to kneel for.
“No, you’re here to entertain me. Not her,” Nate explains callously. And so, it starts. He’s no longer mine. This is the monster I asked for.
A click sounds against the wall and I know we’re not alone. The green light flickers in the corner. There’s an audience.
“Okay…” Her voice falls silent, wary even.
“Eva, I want you naked. Sit on the sofa, you’ll watch,” he orders harshly. I swallow the lump in my throat. This is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. I know it’s a scene, I can call out red at any point I want, but my stubbornness won’t allow it.
I slip my shoes off, and then my dress, which pools at my feet. Once I’m naked, I settle on the sofa. The next few moments feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. Nathan stalks toward the blonde, handing her a glass of bubbly liquid. She sips it tentatively, her gaze flitting between him and me. My nipples harden when he reaches for her hair, gripping it and tugging her head back.
“Are you submissive, toy?” he growls at her. She tries to nod, but can’t fully move with the hold he has on her hair. “Get on your fucking knees, get that champagne in your mouth and don’t swallow. You’re going to suck my dick.”
He shoves her to her knees. When she gulps the bubbling alcohol, I watch her hold it in her mouth. She peers up at him, watching as he unzips his slacks, shoving them down his thighs. Once his cock falls from his briefs, he turns to me with a wicked smirk.
“Are you watching, sweet slut? This pretty little toy is going to swallow my cock.”
The ache in my chest tightens as he grips her head and pushes his shaft into her mouth. His head drops back in pleasure when he hits the back of her throat. Dribbles of champagne fall from her lips as he continues fucking her mouth.
Tears burn my eyes. The need to blink, to allow them to fall, is at the forefront of my mind. But I don’t. That’s what he wants. He wants to humiliate me. He grunts as his hips slam against her face. Her hands grip his thighs, and I watch in pain, shock, and anger, as he uses her.
Suddenly, his body locks and I know he’s coming. His release slams into him and he moans in pleasure. The sound causes me pain. She gave him the pleasure that I am meant to give him. When he pulls free of her mouth, he drags her to her feet and pushes her to the table. “Bend over,” he tells her. He crooks his finger at me, calling me over to them. “On the table, she’s going to eat you out. Do you like girls, sweet slut?” he taunts.
Shaking my head, I finally blink the tears, allowing them to fall. The salty emotion rains down my cheeks, burning as they make their way down to my chin and finally dripping onto my bare breasts.
When I look at Nate, his eyes are black with depraved desire. Lust hangs in the air and I wonder how I’m even considering wanting to submit to this man. Someone who wants to hurt me, who finds pleasure in making me cry. I settle on the table where the blonde is bent over, my legs on either side of the dark wood. Nathan picks up the champagne, pouring it over my tits, stomach, and down to my pussy.
“Eat her cunt, toy. I want you to make her come. She doesn’t like girls, let’s see how she gets off from your mouth on her.” He chuckles darkly. The beast is out to play and my heart won’t survive this, so I lock it away safely.
Our guest leans in, her gaze filled with apology, and I wonder why until I swipe at my face, finding it drenched. I didn’t realize I was crying so much. I watch her mouth find my pussy and she starts licking at me, lapping the alcohol that’s drenched me along with my tears.
“That’s a beautiful sight. My sweet slut’s tears make me hard,” Nathan says. He steps up to me with his erection at full mast. He grips it in his fist and strokes it against my lips. “Open up, baby, you’re going to suck me off now. Show her you’re mine.”
His words shock me. My gaze snaps to his, and he nods. There’s no malice, only emotion. Through my agony—and embarrassment of making a girl drench her face in my arousal—I find the man I’ve been with for the past few days. Nathan is back and the beast is safely behind bars. I take him into my mouth, reveling in his pleasure that’s sending desire zipping through my body, and I can’t help moaning. “That’s my sweet slut,” Nate grunts as his fingers fist my hair. He shoves my head back and forth on his shaft. Using my mouth like he would my pussy.
He continues his assault on my face, fucking my throat painfully. Spit drips from my lips, down my chin. Tears, mixed with saliva, champagne, and my arousal are being lapped up by our blonde guest. I can’t see through the blur of motion, but I feel her fingers enter me and I moan with Nate’s cock in my throat which in turn causes him to growl.
“You’re going to make me come,” he tells me, but doesn’t relent his harsh movements. My nose against his crotch, his cock filling my mouth and throat. Then Blondie bites down on my clit, and I let out a muffled shriek around the thickness, which sets Nathan off.
Hot jets of his release fill my mouth, sliding down my throat, and I do what any good slave does. I swallow it all. Every damn drop. He rips me off him, leans in, his mouth at mine, and then he kisses me. His tongue delves into my mouth as he tastes himself on my tongue. We kiss for what feels like hours before he finally breaks contact with me to look at our guest.
His cold eyes fall across her. “Get dressed and leave. You’re done.”
Her mouth falls open, but she doesn’t refuse him. Instead, she moves quickly, grabbing her clothes. She pulls her dress on and makes her way out the door. I sigh, relief causing me to sag onto the table, but when Nathan pins me with a glare I realize we’re not near done.
“Thank you, Sir,” I tell him, but he only smirks.
“Get on the bed, on all fours.”
I move hastily from the table, walking on wobbly legs to the bed. I climb up, positioning myself on my hands and knees. I don’t look back. I don’t want to see what he’s doing. I hear shuffling, and I shut my eyes. I know he won’t hurt me, but something more is coming, and I have a feeling it’s going to be worse than what he’s just done.
His hand lands harshly on my ass, causing me to yelp. The clink of the belt sounds around me as if it’s in surround sound.
“This is going to hurt, sweet slut,” he warns before he rains down a swat with the thick leather on the smooth skin of my thighs. Another one lands on both fleshy globes of my ass, and I can’t stay silent any longer. My cries echo off the walls. One. Two. Three. It feels as if I’m about to pass out from the agony, but then I hear the belt drop with a loud clang, and then he’s above me, pushing me onto the bed. One hand grips my throat. “This is what you wanted isn’t it?”
“Please, Nate—”
“Beg me, sweet slut. Cry for me. I want those pretty fucking tears,” he snarls in my ear, his words coming out animalistic and feral. I thought the beast was taking it easy, now I know he’s out, and he’s about to demolish every part of me.
“Nate, Sir, please?”
“Yes, slut, I’m going to fuck your ass, hard, deep and fast. It’s going to hurt. Perhaps you’ll bleed.” His chest vibrates with a rumble as he pulls me up, facing the mirror where I know there are men watching. Men who are getting off on my pain, my tears, and my fucking humiliation. In this moment, I hate Nathan Ashcroft with every
ounce of my being.
His free hand grips his shaft pressing between the cheeks of my ass teasing the tight ring of muscle, but not entering me. I claw at the bed, trying to get away. Wiggling my hips, I manage to shift out of his way, but his grip around my neck tightens, my vision blurs, and I glance at the mirror. The green light flickers. They’re there, but they won’t help me.
“Do you want this?” he asks.
I try to respond, but I can’t. Then his fingers of his free hand find my pussy, cupping the wetness roughly. Then he dips one digit into me, he guffaws from behind me.
“So fucking wet, sweet slut,” he says with reverence. My body wants this. It needs this rough handling and I knew he’d find me drenched for him. He maneuvers us until he’s behind me, the crown of his cock teasing my slick core, wetting him in my juices before he nudges my puckered hole.
Then I realize why he put the butt plug inside me last night. He was getting me ready. Before my mind can work out what to do next, he slams into me, causing me to screech in pain. It burns, sears me from the inside out. Nothing I’ve been through physically can compare to the agony that shoots through every fiber of my being. Then his fingers taunt my clit, tugging it, tweaking it as my body trembles, the pain that was present only moments ago turn, twist, and shift into something else.
His hips move slowly. Soft lips find my neck and his deep growl emanates through my back. No words. Just a feral, basal need. He pulls out, then eases back in. My body responds, it aches, it drips, and it squeezes him deeper. And that’s when all my emotions spiral into one spot between my thighs and I find pleasure in his movements.
Pleasure and pain.
My mind is blank.
All I feel is him.
He’s consuming me.
His hips slam into me, in and out, he fucks my ass while he fingers my pussy. My fingers claw at the sheet, but I don’t want to get away. I want to stay right here, beneath him, taking him. The grip I’ve got on the material causes my knuckles to turn white. My body is limp, I’m a rag doll. A fuck toy for him.
“That’s my girl,” he coos in my ear. “Take my cock in your sweet ass.”
His words heat my blood. His fingers are drenched in my juices, his cock deep inside my ass. “Fuck you!” I spit angrily, I’m playing the role. It’s a scene. He wants it, I need it.
His hand on my throat tightens, stealing the tiny space I was breathing through and leaving me digging my nails into the mattress. My toes curl as the pleasure envelops me in its strong hold. “Come, Eva. Drench your Master’s cock, you filthy little slut,” he grunts.
His vile dirty words send me into the dark abyss of euphoria. I hear nothing. I’m soaring.
Somewhere along my flight, I feel him empty himself inside me. My lungs pull air in short deep gasps.
“Good girl. I’m here,” he whispers reassuringly, allowing me to enter into a form of subspace and I know I’m safe with him. I’ll always be safe with him.
I’m used. I’m done. I’ve kneeled. He wins.
Warm arms surround me.
Soft touches.
No more pain.
No more pleasure.
Only gentle sleep steals me.
Nate
Eva’s asleep on the bed and her soft breathing is the only sound I hear. After our scene, she fell asleep. The first thing I did was get her dressed, and walked out of Sins with her in my arms. I brought her back to my place because I needed to make sure she was okay after what I did.
She didn’t stir. I wore her out and I knew that when she wakes up, she’d be in pain. As soon as we got home, I laid her on my bed, massaged every inch of her body, and made sure she was warm.
Agony sliced through me when I saw her look at me with both anger and lust while I fucked that blonde’s mouth. I was going to eat her cunt too, but something about the way Eva looked at me stopped me from going through with it. I couldn’t allow myself to see the pain on her face anymore. To recognize the image in those blue eyes of what a fucking monster I am.
Last night was the final straw. I gave her the scene I didn’t plan. Her need for rough, forceful sex is clear in her eyes. When I pinned her down and choked her, she was drenched. I took advantage of the situation. I shouldn’t have done it there. Not with them watching, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I’ve always had a penchant for pain, for making women cry, and Eva cried. She fucking bawled her eyes out, screeched my name as I took her ass. Once it was over, I feared I’d hurt her, but thankfully, there wasn’t blood.
Memories assault me. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get us out of there and home safely, I was shaking so much. Fury ran through my veins at the thought of me doing to Eva what I did to Emelia. Gulping the brandy down in one swallow, I allow my head to drop back against the window pane.
Tiny raindrops tap against the glass, lulling me into a false sense of security. With Eva asleep in my bed like she belongs there, like she’s always been there, and me here watching over her. Like we’re a normal couple. But I know we’re not, and I think she does too. When she wakes up, she’ll walk out. The same way Emelia did. And I’ll be left as the monster again. I know I am. Never once did I deny it.
The window seat where I’m perched offers me a view of her beautiful curves, which are covered by the comforter. She’s hidden, but I know every inch of her form. I watch her peaceful breaths for a moment, just taking in the softness of the woman I’d hurt earlier.
I’m not even a week into knowing her and I’m already watching her sleep, that addiction easily glaring at me. All the things I did with Emelia, I’m doing with her. Addicted to her taste, her smile, and her fucking tears. Everything.
It feels as if I’m watching all the ways she’s slowly turning me into someone I don’t recognize, someone I can live with, but I’ve fucked it by our scene. By allowing my monster to step into the light, into her light. I can’t keep her as much as I want to. I’m afraid I’ll take that beautiful soul and shatter it into a million pieces. Instead of being the Dominant she needs, I’m turning into a man she’s slowly falling for. I see her mind racing, her eyes holding the emotion that’s so dangerous for us both. That’s why I had to make sure she hates me. That when she looks at me again, she sees the dark, demented, fucked up fiend.
Guilt. Greed. Depravity.
Above all, there’s one emotion I hide. My world doesn’t allow for it. My desires don’t include love. How can you love someone that allows you to do that to them? I thought I loved Emelia, she thought she loved me, but it wasn’t love. It was lust.
Love is pure, beautiful. It’s an emotion you bestow on someone you want to lift into the light. Not someone you drag into the dark with you.
I don’t love Eva, not yet. It’s too soon, but I know that if she were to stay with me, I’d fall. And I’d fall hard. The problem is, I’ll pull her into my world and that’s not where she belongs. Even though her tastes are more volatile, she needs someone who can mend her, who can make her whole. I’m not him. I can never be that man for her.
Thoughts tumble through my mind. My fear of allowing someone to love me coils like a serpent waiting to attack and the poison it holds keeps me up late into the night. Most times I’ll sit here and watch the sun rise. I’ll see the light break through the dark and finally feel at ease. How is it a grown man is afraid of the dark?
Darkness. It’s where my secrets hide. It’s where my desires were born. And there’s no place for love.
“Nate?” Her voice startles me, her gaze lands on me in the dark. Even though she can just about make out my form in the room, she seeks me like a beacon. I can’t deny the tether between us, it’s real. Too fucking real.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” I assure her, pushing to my feet. I make my way to the bed while her eyes take me in. As soon as I slip under the covers, I pull her against me. Her soft sigh is the only thing that eases the ache in my chest at what I’m going to have to do. It feels as if I’m losing my mind. Perhaps I am. One part of
me tells me to let her go, the other begs me to keep her.
Moments later, she’s asleep in my arms. Her body cocooned by mine. Held tight. Kept safe. Only hours to go before she walks out of my home and I’ll need to say goodbye. She may have agreed to the contract, the three weeks, but I can’t do this to her again. I can’t allow myself to hurt the woman that I’m holding as if she’s my lifeline. I’d rather sink into the darkest, murkiest depths.
In the dark, I find solace with her in my arms. I revel in the few moments I have with the woman that’s stealing pieces of me, holding them fast in her grip.
As I watch her sleep, a memory of the day I lost Emelia steals me.
It’s early morning, that much I know from the sun just peeking through the window. The shuffling of material woke me. When I roll over, I find Emelia getting dressed, her body moving slowly, and then she turns to me. Our eyes lock. Mine fall to her neck, taking in the blue and purple finger marks that I left last night.
“I’m leaving, Nate. I can’t be what you need,” she says sadly. The words jolt me into action, and I’m out of the bed in seconds. As soon as I get close to her she steps away, fear paints her expression. “Don’t.”
“Melly, please?”
“It’s the last time, Nathan, we’re two very different people, needing very different things. I may enjoy kinky, but…” she sighs, the agony clear in her voice.
“Look at me,” I order.
She lifts her chin, giving me a view of her bruised neck. I did that. The monster that I can no longer hide in the dark hurt her and now she’s leaving.
Anguish, as if I’m being sliced open, grips my chest and I half expect blood to be dripping from the flesh. “I can change. Go for help. You said you wouldn’t leave me.”