Dark Layers (Volume 4)

by Gray, A L

  "Oh? How so?" I challenge. I raise one hand and tuck it behind my head.

  He cannot help but smile, and I cannot help but wonder how he's going to force me on all fours. He gets up and pours the diamonds onto his bedside cabinet. He walks over to the chest of draws by the en-suite door, and opens the very bottom draw. I cannot properly see what he's grasping because it's really dark. He comes back to me, hiding what he's holding behind his back. He tugs at the duvet, and pulls it clean off of the bed. I'm completely naked - but I don't try to cover myself up, I just gaze up at him, still sitting up against the headboard, one knee bent up, one hand behind my head. I'm smiling smugly.

  "Close your eyes or I will do it for you." He says serious.

  "Maybe you should do it for me, Elijah, I seem to have forgotten how to do so."

  I'm teasing him, and he damn well knows it. He opens his bed side cabinet draw and pulls out a black night mask.

  "This will have to do."

  He drops whatever he's holding onto the floor; it doesn't make a sound in falling, it's fallen onto the carpet. He towers over me and slides one hand behind my head, pulling me forward from the headboard. He slides the night mask over my eyes using only one hand - this man is perfectly skilled at everything he does. He adjusts the mask so I cannot see. He pushes against my forehead, forcing me back against the headboard.

  "That wasn't very nice!" I pout.

  "Your disobediences is not very nice, Princess. Now, hold your hands above your head, I will not offer to tie them down, if you ignore my request, I will punish you dearly." I can hear the desire in his voice, he wants to spank me.

  I inwardly roll my eyes. I lift my hands above my head and hold on tight to the headboard. Suddenly, I feel cold, metal bristles on my tummy, sliding around, and around my belly button.

  "What's that?"

  "This is the thing that will force you on your knees."

  He glides up to my breasts, and they immediately swell beneath the cold bristles. He twirls around my nipples, and a stupendous feeling of euphoria rushes straight to my sex. I squeeze my inner tummy muscles as the delicious feeling awakens my arousal.

  Zap.

  "Ah! What the fuck!" I gasp, shooting forward.

  Something electrocuted my nipple. I quickly grasp the night mask and start to remove it, but Elijah grabs both my hands quickly.

  "Anile, if you remove that blindfold, I will stand you up straight, and tie your hands above your head using a suspender from my ceiling, and trust me when I tell you, it's very uncomfortable."

  I swallow hard and immediately obey him. He slowly releases my hands, and with trembling arms, I lift them back above my head - but I don't seize the headboard again, I just hold them midair. I'm trying to remember the power of the electric shock but it's quickly fading from my mind. The bristles brush my skin again, just below my breasts, and I squeeze my eyes tight when I feel them slide down my tummy, all the way to my sex! Elijah tugs at my left ankle, ordering me flush on my back. I shuffle down so I'm comfy, or as comfortable as I could possibly be, hands still above my head.

  "I see you haven't had a wax for a while, Anile." He purrs.

  Oh dear God! I cringe inside - I haven't been to a beauty salon for ages. I must look like the Amazon rain forest down there.

  "Hm, I like pubic hair, you should keep it."

  He tugs a little at my pubic hair and a strange, powerful vibe hits my groin. I almost buck forward, but I somehow manage to hold my own, forcing myself to stay very still. It's a weird sensation, it hurts but tickles at the same time. He keeps the bristles in place, just above my pubic line, and unexpectedly, he runs his thumb between my sex, gliding along my bud intensely. My legs slowly open without the order from my brain to do so.

  "Ah." I quietly moan, a magnificent feeling of ecstasy filling my brain quickly.

  He dips the end of his thumb inside my sex and gently swirls at my entrance. I unknowingly move to his rhythm, ordering my pelvis to dance along with his thumb. I'm deliciously aroused. He steals his thumb away and I pout on cue. I soon smile though, when I hear him suck hard.

  "Hmmm, you taste so good. You taste better and better every time I taste you."

  Jesus Christ! I want him to fuck me, so badly. Without another order from him, I turn over, and rest on all fours - desperation has taken over. He seizes my derrière in the palm of his hand and I inwardly exhale with relief.

  "Good girl." He whispers, circling my derrière tenderly. "Now, I'm going to fuck you really, really slowly. Do not move, and do not cum until I tell you, otherwise I will stop fucking you and insure you don't finish your orgasm. And then you will finish me off by sucking my dick."

  Although I cannot see anything, my eyes are wide at the thought of Elijah inside my mouth. Hmmm, I should return an oral favour. Maybe I will cum without his order. With one hand, he takes a firm hold of my hip, and with the other, he positions himself on the entrance of my sex. I so badly want to push back and force him inside me, but I obey and stay deadly still - for now.

  "Anile, Elijah! You have company." I hear my Mother call from outside the bedroom door, interrupting us.

  Chapter Eleven

  I IMMEDIATELY JUMP OFF of the bed. Holy shit, the thought of my Mother hearing us, or walking in on us, makes me nervous.

  "Why would we have company at this hour? It's got to be one in the morning!" Elijah moans.

  On speedy legs, we rush to dress in the darkness. I pull everything out of the draws and throw it all onto the floor, desperately trying to find something to wear. Once I'm in my pink pyjama set, and Elijah is practically modelling a pair of grey pyjama bottoms - no top - I open the door to my Mother. She's standing in the same, silk white dressing gown. Her hair is bed hair, messy and frizzy; her ice blue eyes are struggling to stay open. I stop for a moment to appreciate her beauty - even tired she looks like an angel.

  "Anile, are you okay?" She asks serious.

  "Yes, sorry Mum, I'm just tired. Who is it?"

  "It's Elijah's Grandmother."

  I turn to look at Elijah, he's standing right behind me. "I didn't know you had a Grandmother?" I smile fondly.

  He rolls his eyes. "It's my Mother's step Mother. She's a lovely, caring woman." He pauses for a moment. "Do you want to meet her?"

  My nerves immediately pay me a visit. Will she really be nice or is that just Elijah's perspective of her?

  I swallow hard. "I'd love to."

  He takes my hand. "Well, let's go then." He kisses the top of my hand and I flush because my Mother is watching us intently.

  "I'm going to go back to bed if that's okay, Elijah?" My Mother asks.

  "Of course, Fraya, you must be exhausted."

  "I am," she says sweetly, "please tell your Grandmother it was a pleasure to meet her and I'll see her in the morning."

  "I will." He says.

  "Night Mum." I hug her with my free arm.

  "Night, Anile."

  Elijah pulls me down the hallway and to the top of the stairs, I'm so damn nervous that I fear I'll fall down them. He rushes down every step, he's excited - bless him. We reach the living area, and I'm astonished to see a gorgeous old woman of around, maybe sixty, standing in front of the lit fireplace. She has lustrous short red, curly hair - and her face, wow! She has the face of an angel; small and round with big, pretty eyes. She's stunning, and dressed in a long, brown fur coat. Her pout is brown also - I think she fancies the colour brown. I mentally giggle. Elijah releases my hand and rushes over to her.

  "Gran, how nice to see you." He says fondly.

  "Oh my boy," she cradles him in her arms, "my boy. Oh I've missed you." She pulls him at arms length and casts her eyes over him. "What a dashing young man you are." She smiles proud.

  "Gran, stop." He's embarrassed.

  I giggle in the archway into the living area. She stares over at me, and for a moment, I feel like I'm on trial.

  "And who is this pretty little thing?"

  Elijah walks towards me
, one arm held out to seize me around my shoulders.

  "Gran, this is, Anile. She's going to be my wife." He holds me tightly under his arm, and for a moment I feel safe.

  She eyes Elijah shrewdly. "Not one of your father's desired wives I hope?" She's not yet pleased and I turn piping red with ignominy.

  "No," he laughs, "Anile hates father."

  My heart suddenly goes into the Protection Programme - it's abandoned me! I cannot believe he just told her that I hate his father! What will be next, my hate for Castor? I inwardly inhale on repeat, I'm panting.

  "Well, anyone who hates Elijah Senior is a friend of mine." She opens her arms to me. "Come here Dear, and give me a nice warm hug."

  I mentally deflate with relief and make my way over to her. And with a smile lingering on my lips, I willingly allow her to hug me. Her grip around my body is very Motherly, like... a bear hug mixed with tenderness. She has a firm arm around my waist and one hand cupping the back of my head. I like her, she has a good vibe, and she smells good too, and if I'm not mistaken, she's wearing Chanel No. 5 - my favourite. A sultry floral scent mixed with a little spice - I love it.

  "I am so glad I came to you first, Elijah." She says, "your father wouldn't have given me such a warm welcome - the old git."

  I giggle lightly. "You're not a fan of Mr. Darks?"

  She pulls back and gazes at me, a little smile on her lips. "No Dear, he's an old bugger." She jokes and winks at me.

  I giggle further, I cannot help it, she's so cute and funny.

  "Elijah, get the kettle on and make your old Grandmother a coffee."

  "Gran, it's one in the morning."

  "It's five in the afternoon for me, son, I'm still on LA time."

  He rolls his eyes and I cannot help but laugh. She's from LA, that explains the extravagant fur coat.

  "Anile, come sit with me. I want to hear all about how you and Elijah met, I want every detail." She ushers me over to the sofa. "I have to say, I'm glad you got rid of that Jezebel woman."

  I swallow hard. "Mrs. Darks-" She cuts me off.

  "Oh no Dear, I am Mrs. Yeshua, but you can call me Gran." She hunches her head down and smiles fondly.

  We both take a seat and I nervously entwine my fingers together in my lap.

  "Gran," I croak, "Jezebel was murdered."

  She raises her thin brown eyebrows. "God rest her wicked soul." She says clearly with absolutely no sympathy in her voice.

  I hear Elijah burst out laughing in the kitchen, and I cannot help but wonder if I should laugh also, but I don't think someone's death is a laughing matter.

  "Do you take sugar in your coffee, Gran?"

  "No, Dear, and no milk either."

  "You like straight coffee?" I ask, it's all I have, this is vastly awkward.

  "Yes, Dear. Now, where did you both meet? I want to know everything."

  I swallow hard and wonder where to start - should she know that her Grandson was a stalking, BDSM, Masochistic freak? - no!

  "Um, we met when I had an interview at Darks Lawyers." I say sweetly. "Your Grandson was quite the missionary. He employed me and gave me a quick promotion." I say proud and I only wish Elijah was sitting here so I could eye him, he would laugh loudly, I know it.

  "That's my boy, always so kind as to think of others."

  I inwardly gasp - does she actually know Elijah? Has she met him before today? Eh, maybe he employed her to show you that he is soft on the inside. I roll my eyes.

  THE EVENING CONTINUES ON until three a.m. Elijah's Grandmother wasn't joking when she said she wanted to know everything about how we met - she now has our relationship status up to date! Laughs are exchanged, and our dislike for Mr. Darks is so mutual I feel Grandmother is now my best friend. Once we have finished gossiping, Elijah puts her in the downstairs bedroom, and we head off to bed. I cannot wait until tomorrow, I want to spend the entire day with his Grandmother and my Mother - hopefully in my greenhouse, gardening.

  Once our bedroom door is closed, Elijah is on me, forcing me against the wall face forward. He starts aggressively kissing my neck, and my body heats on cue, burning beneath his pout.

  "I'm so fucking horny that I have to have you now, Anile, no gimmicks."

  With his chest flush against my back, he slides both his hands around the front of me and unbuttons my pyjama top in record time. He pulls it off, tosses it to the floor and rips down my pyjama bottoms. I kick them off my ankles and remain face forward, utterly naked. He pushes me hard against the wall, he's desperate for some release - I'm glad, the feeling is mutual! I can feel his hard, warm chest against my naked skin - it's heavenly. I pant hard and fast, I have never seen him so desperate that he wants to rush our love making. I try to grasp the wall in desperation but I cannot, it's a flat surface. I just press my hands flat. Elijah wraps my hair around his hand and aggressively pulls hard, forcing my head back. He turns my face slightly so he can kiss me, and that he does, just one hard kiss, dripping in erotica.

  "I fucking love you." He whispers into my ear, and using his other hand, he pushes himself inside me, sliding in from behind me.

  "Ah." I moan.

  That feels good, deliciously good. I'm still wet from earlier, and close to my orgasm. He pushes my head forward against the wall and pulls my derrière out to him, grasping my hip tightly.

  "Fuck me, Anile, you are so tight, it makes my cock sore." He says breathless.

  "You're sore? You've got a nerve!" I joke.

  He laughs lightly, and without warning, he starts fucking me. In and out, in and out, he moves so perfectly. I try to mirror his movement but his hand on my hip is insuring I stay very still.

  "Ah fuck!" He cries out, and I cannot be one-hundred percent sure, but that sounds like his orgasmic cry.

  I'm wide-eyed, and trying my hardest to concentrate to see if he's finished. Suddenly he stops, and I have my confirmation.

  "That's for not obeying my order earlier." He kisses my shoulder and pulls out of me quickly, and I'm left reeling.

  "Are you fucking kidding me?" I snap, my head in a pool of emotions; I'm annoyed, horny, shocked, desperate, the list is endless!

  He releases me, and I feel angered.

  "I told you to get on all fours. If you didn't disobey me, I would have made you cum."

  He walks away from me and jumps in bed. By the time I reach him, he's on his side, eyes closed with a smile on his lips. Oh, I'm not having this! I grit my teeth and get in bed beside him. I will get him back. He turns over to hug me but I push his arm away.

  "Oh come on pouty, I told you that I'd punish you." He jokes.

  "It's okay. I'll get you back." I say, and I bide my time.

  "Okay Princess, good night. I love you." He's laughing at me.

  I don't return his good night gesture, I pretend to sleep.

  Over an hour passes, and I turn over slightly. He's on his back. I wave my hand over his face to see if it wakes him - nope, he's definitely asleep. I sneakily get out of bed and start my search for something to tie him down with. I look through his draws, the bathroom, even under the bed, and I come up short. I open his wardrobe and spot a perfect array of ties, hanging in colour order. I smile to myself and collect four ties. They are all red, the colour of evil. I lightly giggle. I sneak back over to him and carefully tie his left arm to the bed posts. Because he's right over on one side of the bed, I cannot tie his right arm properly, so I bind two ties together for the length. I go back to the wardrobe and collect two more ties - these two are blue, he's out of evil ties. I tie his legs down, again binding two ties together for his right leg. I pull the duvet covers off of him and stand for a moment to appreciate my efforts. He looks fucking good tied down at my mercy. He still hasn't woken up, so I climb on top of him and sit just below his beautiful penis. I wrap my hands around him, and spit onto the head of his penis. I start to massage him with a nice tight grip around his most precious object. He starts to stir.

  "What the fuck?" He gasps lightly.


  He starts to pull at his arms, but he cannot get free. He looks down at me with wild eyes.

  "Morning Darks." I joke.

  "Anile, you had better untie me, now!" He snaps.

  "Oh, and where would the fun in that be?" I tease.

  He's hard like a rock, so I move onto him. I hover over him and place the head of his perfect penis on the entrance of my sex. Slowly, I lower onto him.

  "Ah." I moan, feeling stupendous.

  "Anile, fucking untie me."

  "All in good time, Mr. Pouty." I breathe.

  Once he's deep inside me, I start to ride him. He's so deep, it feels like he's massaging my tummy from the inside - I like it. I press my hands against his tummy for support and start to really move, and I build quickly. The sheer thought of him getting out of the ties is swimming around my mind unhealthily, but it's making me horny - the fear of his wrath is making me horny! I throw my head back and enjoy my euphoric build. My sex is so alive, I'm so alive.

  "Anile!" He screams out - he's not impressed at all.

  I try to laugh but all I can do is pant. This is magnificent! Suddenly, a hand is around my throat, and forcing me backwards. I'm forced into the mattress with him between my legs. I grab his hand and try to force him off of me, I cannot breathe properly.

  "Elijah!" I gasp.

  "I invented that knot." He snaps.

  He's still inside me, and staring down at me with crazy blue eyes. Unexpectedly, he kisses me aggressively. My bottom lip starts to bleed, I can taste the sweet blood on my tongue. This is hot, hotter than I anticipated! He sucks at my bottom lip and starts to fuck me. He releases my throat and forces my hands above my head. He holds them down with one hand and grasps my throat again with his other - it's so hard to breathe that I pant harder. He forces my head to one side and starts pounding into me. I can hear his balls smacking against me, and I love it. I wrap my legs around his waist and explode all around him.

  "Oh Elijah!" I scream.

  I cum so aggressively that I never want it to stop. I'm so hot and sweaty, my legs keep slipping down his waist. With one last push, I fall into a mental heaven, cumming and cumming and cumming. He releases my hands and I immediately wrap them around his neck.