Consumed: A Dark Paranormal Romance

by Sara Fields

  The whip cracked against my vulnerable, upturned ass once again and I shrieked. The pain returned and with it, my desire inevitably rose once more. My core throbbed and my clit pulsed greedily, wanting to feel his firm touch between my thighs once more. Always, my body was ready to betray me.

  “Give in, Kassandra. It will be much easier if you do.”

  “But it hurts,” I cried out. “I can’t.”

  “But it also fills you with need, doesn’t it, little warrior?”

  His heated fingertips glided along my slickness, discovering just how turned on I was by his brutality. He was right. His darkness demanded my obedience and it turned me on. I wallowed in arousal and utter shame.

  His finger pressed roughly against my clit and I shuddered with pleasure.

  The lash bit into my skin once more, but he continued to rub between my legs, pinching and arousing me to distraction. Initially, the harsh stroke from the thick leather seared with pain, but with Markos working my needy flesh, I burned hot with desire too. Soon, I was breathless with it, the pain no longer overwhelming me. Again and again he whipped me, but the pain was quickly morphing into fervent arousal and I was swiftly losing control of it.

  He demanded my arousal and took command of it. My pleasure was his and he was going to do what he wanted with it. His touch left me no doubt that he was going to make me come at the very same time he was punishing me.

  “Pain. Pleasure. Two sides of the same coin, don’t you think, Kassandra?”

  I moaned. I knew he was right.

  “I own you. Every single inch of you. I’ll teach you that you will only find pleasure when I allow it. That you’ll long for me to hurt you, just as much as you’ll need me to fuck you.”

  I shuddered, breathless with desire.

  A potent combination of pain and pleasure coiled in the depths of my belly, demanding release but I knew that I couldn’t let it free until Markos gave me permission. My mind and body had become conditioned to obey him. I couldn’t disobey him even if I tried.

  The whip cracked against my skin again.

  I cried out, the sound a strangled amalgamation of agony and lust.

  “You’ll wait, little warrior. Only I can grant you release, remember that.”

  “Please!” I begged, my fingers wrapping around the ropes that held me tight. My spine arched wildly, lifting my ass up high so that he could whip me again or, so he had better access to my pussy. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t really care.

  I just wanted more. I craved his touch, whether it was with his fingers or his whip. It didn’t matter anymore. It was an addiction and I needed my next hit.

  I trembled, the fiery tendrils of passion boiling the blood in my veins, setting every nerve ablaze and demanding my compliance. Hot, ready, and needy, I struggled to hold back, but I knew that I must. He edged me closer to closer to orgasm, pressing hard for a while and pulling back just when I needed it most.

  “Mine,” he growled, and I screamed with frustration.

  “I’m yours,” I answered, my voice strained with unreleased arousal.

  His hand pulled away from my pussy and my resulting strangled cry sounded pitiful even to my own ears.

  He flicked his wrist and the whip popped slightly against my flesh. I watched impatiently as he dipped the whip into an oversized bowl beside him. In my haze of pleasure, I hadn’t noticed it before.

  On the bedside table was a match. His fingers reached for it and I began to grow incredibly uneasy. With a flick of his wrist, the match flared to life, and with it, my panic. Time slowed to a crawl as his fingers descended down toward the whip.

  It ignited with an angry rush of air.

  In his hands, he held a flaming whip. I screamed with panic.

  My orgasm was simmering, and his hand returned to its place between my legs.

  Fuck.

  I wasn’t ready for this.

  He didn’t care.

  His fingers played with my clit, forcing my lust to return in full force. In mere moments, he had me whimpering and begging, and riding his fingers, desperate for the privilege of orgasm.

  The whoosh of the flaming whip crackled over me, just skimming inches from my flesh. I could feel its heat, but all I could focus on was his fingers teasing my folds.

  “Are you ready, Kassandra?”

  “Please!” I answered.

  My ass was naked and hot, the fiery welts from his lash a constant burning pain. My pussy blazed with heat, my clit throbbing painfully as he edged me closer and closer to my release.

  The whip crackled once more over top of my skin and I gasped.

  I just needed his permission. I was so close.

  “Come, Kassandra,” he demanded, and the fiery whip cracked against my skin. My entire world burned hot with bright, consuming pleasure and I screamed as his fire and my pleasure seared my soul.

  * * *

  The next time I woke, it was in complete darkness. My breasts felt heavy, my throat sore, and my ass felt marked and abused, but I couldn’t recall how that came to pass.

  I felt as though I was floating on air. I sighed as my body swayed gently back and forth and I shut my eyes, trying to calm my worried mind.

  Did it really matter how I got here?

  When I opened my eyes once more, the dark had begun to lighten a bit. I blinked a few times, trying to focus. One by one, small flames appeared around me and with further inspection, I saw that they were lit candles. Each one was tall and tapered, and a dark red in color. I stared at them. They were so pretty.

  I was in a large room, so big that I couldn’t discern where it ended or began. I couldn’t even make out the corners of the room, it was so vast.

  Where was I?

  Rough textures scratched against my skin. I wasn’t touching the floor. It took a long time for me to understand that I was entirely suspended, several feet from the floor below. I was upright, with my arms spread out to either side, supported by a series of ropes. My legs spread, held open by the ties. Oddly, something pressed against the tight rim of my anus and I wriggled a bit, but nothing I did dislodged the strange object. It felt like cool, slick metal. It was also perfectly round. It spread my cheeks in such a vulgar fashion that I felt myself blush, even though I was seemingly alone in this immense room.

  My eyes searched for some semblance of an explanation, but I found none. I just hung there in silence, listening to the sound of my own hoarse breath escaping my lungs. Eventually, I focused on the placement of the candles. Each one was just below the ropes. I noticed an anchor point to either side of me, where all the ropes passed through. The ropes were all varying width, some thin and some very thick.

  The creaking of the ropes echoed ominously throughout the room.

  Fuck. What was this?

  I struggled in the bonds, but each one dug into my skin. There were a multitude of them that circled my arms, my legs, and my waist. There were even a few around my breasts. I stared down at myself, watching my skin flush as I swung gently from side to side.

  Then, the shadows seemed to lengthen. I narrowed my eyes as the room grew brighter. The flames seemed to grow, just a little bit. The ropes creaked again.

  One candle in particular burned brighter than the rest. It flickered higher and higher and the rope above it groaned. I watched, almost in horror as each strand of twine creaked and then broke, until all at once, the rope gave way.

  My body jolted hard as I descended down by a good inch and the cool, metal object that had resting against my asshole forced its way inside me. I wasn’t prepared and even though it was slick, it burned for a few moments until my body reluctantly accepted its intrusion.

  “No. Please,” I begged out loud, but no one was there to answer.

  The metal ball felt foreign, nothing like the warmth of Markos’ fingers or his cock. My body twitched at the thought, warming indecently as the memories of how he’d used me so shamefully took over my mind. My pussy tightened, and I could feel the beginnings of arousal
starting to seep down my folds.

  I whimpered. I couldn’t see beneath me, but I imagined the first ball in my ass was only the beginning.

  Another candle started to brighten, the flame flickering hotly on the opposite side. The rope groaned and after several moments, another one snapped.

  I lowered a bit more and was defenseless against the object forcing itself inside my ass. I squealed, the next ball slightly bigger than the first. My bottom tensed around it and a slight twinge of pain lanced through me and I forced myself to relax. Instantly, the ache in my belly relaxed and a hot lash of desire broiled in my core.

  This was crazy. How could I be getting turned on right now? What the hell was wrong with me?

  The little glows of light crackled around me, almost as if they were teasing me. This couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming. I blinked hard, but it didn’t help.

  Fires lengthened. Rope creaked and another piece broke.

  I tensed, expecting another metal ball to ravage my ass, but I didn’t fall low enough. Instead, a slightly bigger sphere pushed against my tight rim, stretching me and the burning sensation took a hold of my entire being. My nipples tightened and my clit throbbed.

  I moaned in shame. My arousal felt so wrong, but I couldn’t deny it. Even now, I could feel my wetness trickling down to my inner thigh. I tensed, licking my lips. I wanted to touch myself, but shackled as I was, there wasn’t a chance. The only way would be if one of my arms eventually freed, but that would mean falling further onto the beads beneath me.

  A man cleared his throat, the sound of his boots scraping against the stone floor suddenly ridiculously loud.

  “Kassandra. I have to admit, when I devised this little game for you, I had no idea how incredible you would look, up in the air, trussed up like a pretty little sacrifice,” Markos said, moving in front of me.

  I whimpered.

  Another candle flickered.

  In less than a minute, I jolted lower, gravity forcing me to take yet another larger bead up my ass.

  Markos chuckled, enjoying my torment. He stood in front of me, staring at my exposed pussy and I shuddered. Reaching forward, he took one finger and slid it along my moist flesh, and I knew then that my body had undoubtedly betrayed me once again.

  “You protest, little warrior, but you like it when I conquer your forbidden hole.”

  I shook my head.

  He cocked his head and smirked, studying my features intensely.

  He circled my clit with his fingers, teasing me. My hips jerked toward him, wanting to feel his warm touch. The balls in my ass were cool, only warming slightly to my flesh and his fingers were the heat I so desperately needed.

  “Markos,” I breathed.

  He slapped my inner thigh and I mewled in pain.

  “You know better than to refer to me that way.”

  He slapped the other side.

  “Please. Master,” I answered quietly, doing my best not to anger him. Instead, he looked from me and back to a candle, before taking in his hand and lifting it higher, so that the flame crackled around a thicker piece of rope.

  “What are you doing?” I asked anxiously, even though I knew the answer.

  This time, the rope took longer to disintegrate. I could see one fiber after the next breaking apart, deafening in the silence of the huge room. As soon as it tore in two, I lurched down, and the next ball pressed deep into my bottom. I felt full and slightly uncomfortable, but with Markos just touching my clit, I also felt needy and aroused.

  My tight back channel spread wide around the base of the ball, and I knew that the next was even larger than the rest.

  He took the little torch and brought it closer to the next piece of rope, one that was a little thicker than the last. I squirmed, but I couldn’t avoid the inevitable. He watched the panic cross over my face, followed by acceptance and then, shameful pleasure.

  The rope split and I plunged down lower, gravity forcing my body to take the next bead no matter if I wanted it or not. My descent was slower this time though, as the ball stretched me wider than ever. Tentatively, my tight hole began to give way and I slid lower still, until I felt my tight muscles squeeze around its base.

  Fuck. That hurt.

  There weren’t that many ropes left.

  Next, Markos burned a few thinner ropes, some as narrow as twine, but I didn’t move that much further. The fact that I didn’t almost made it worse, as my anticipation began to build at the prospect of taking another, bigger ball deep inside me.

  He chuckled, even as I flinched.

  “You enjoy this,” I accused him, frustrated by his game. I felt humbled, exposed, turned on, and entirely humiliated at the same time. He grunted in agreement, turning dark, expectant eyes to mine.

  “Eventually, this will all make sense,” he answered, looking at me with a seductive desire that left me breathless and wanting. He burned another rope and at once, my right arm was freed.

  “Touch yourself. Bring yourself close to orgasm while I master your ass as mine,” he demanded, and I whimpered. I stared down at my one free arm, watching the pink imprints from my bonds rise across my skin. Absentmindedly, I thought they looked nice, almost like a fancy set of bracelets lining my forearm and wrist.

  Looking around, I realized I was still fully supported by the dual anchor points.

  I reached down, in between my legs and rubbed over top of my clit using the flats of my fingers. I gasped and my pussy clenched hard.

  Fuck. I was so hot. It felt as though my moist flesh was ready to catch fire too.

  I began to slowly circle my needy bud, rubbing my fingers back and forth while the little candle fires continued to rise hot around me. I whined quietly, feeling the burning sensation in my buttocks as the unforgiving metal beads stretched me open.

  Another rope creaked, and I tensed.

  “You’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you, little warrior.”

  I murmured something in response, but even I couldn’t make out the words.

  I was hot. I was ready, and I wanted release.

  Pain from the beads and pleasure from my own soft touch radiated across my flesh, setting every nerve on fire. I panted, but even the breath that seared my throat was too hot. My blood boiled under my skin and I wondered if I would burst into a fiery blaze.

  Markos moved next to me, dragging his fingers along my heated surface and purring quietly in appreciation. I shivered expectantly. His heated touch left me, and he passed his palm over the flame of the candle. I anxiously watched as it grew, larger and larger and then, he shifted it under one of the thickest ropes.

  My asshole ached. My pussy burned with lust. I rubbed my clit harder, more furiously as the rope began to fracture and come apart. I could feel myself beginning to fall, feel the biggest ball started to ravage my dark hole and I was powerless against it.

  I began to scream.

  Either from pain or pleasure, I didn’t know.

  My clit pulsed underneath my fingers and I moaned, sinking slowly, but surely onto the biggest sphere I’d taken yet.

  “Come,” he commanded.

  My body felt like it was being split in two, but still it knew its master.

  I shattered into pieces, incredible pleasure and agony twisting into a demented lust that I couldn’t get enough of. I couldn’t escape the terrible burning pain from the balls, but still I came, my pussy clenching desperately for his cock to fill me too.

  One last rope groaned and burned, snapping in two at the prospect of holding my weight aloft in the air.

  The next metal bead was massive. I couldn’t take it. I struggled in the throes of orgasm, but still I sank, gravity forcing me to take it all.

  I shrieked again. I was terrified. I was aroused. I didn’t know what to think.

  I closed my eyes, feeling as though I was floating on air once more.

  * * *

  I opened my eyes, finding myself on a bed, surrounded by plush, crushed red velvet. It fel
t as though I was lying on a cloud. With a happy sigh, I studied my surroundings, realizing it was familiar.

  Everything came rushing back to me. The asylum. The torturous wax play all over my breasts. His burning seed searing my throat. The fire whip striking against my backside. The metal beads ravaging my asshole.

  I cried out, lifting my hands to my face. My cheeks were wet with my tears.

  “Markos,” I whimpered, panicked.

  “Shhhh. Everything is going to be alright. I’ll make you feel better, Kassandra,” he purred, and the sound was calming. The bed shifted beside me and instead of flinching, I found myself curling toward his warmth.

  “You’ll understand everything soon. Just one more trial and then it’ll all make perfect sense,” he whispered, petting my hair and holding me close to his chest. With his thumbs, he wiped my cheeks and dried away the remnants of my tears and I melted into his embrace.

  We lay like that awhile, and my heart returned to a normal pace.

  He’d broken me and fractured me into a fragment of myself, but he was here to put me back together once more. His fingers trailed up and down my spine, leaving blazing trails of sensation that made me yearn for him.

  Then, he patted my ass and I knew that the time for tender caresses was over. He had something on his mind and I bit my lip, wondering what it was.

  “On your back, little warrior,” he said as he unwound himself from me. He did so gently, and I obeyed, slowly lowering myself down to the bed.

  I was once again naked. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even worn clothes.

  Tenderly, he moved over me, spreading my thighs open for him with his palms.

  “I’ve claimed all of you except for this,” he mused, staring straight down at my nakedness. He reached for the curve of my thighs, taking his thumb and drifting it down so that it just caressed the edges of my labia and I shuddered with pleasure.

  “Such a good girl. Already soaking wet for me,” he whispered, and I trembled, suddenly aware of the sopping wetness between my folds.

  He lowered himself to the top of my mound, his chin barely inches from my clit and opened his mouth. His tongue ventured forth, flicking against my throbbing bud and I cried out at its heat. It felt warmer than it should.