Defiled: A Dark Paranormal Romance

by Piper Stone

  “You’re doing very well.”

  His words were mere chatter, muddled given the hard thumping of my heart. I almost lashed out, telling him off, jumping away from his control.

  But I remained.

  Why?

  Why would I allow this man to act as if he owned me? The answer was right there, swimming in my mind, my inner voice laughing at me. I was supposed to belong to him.

  He brushed his fingers down my back, smacking both ass cheeks with his cupped palm before resuming the intensity of the spanking.

  Whimpers flowed from my mouth as he smacked down. I found myself counting them off.

  One.

  Two.

  Three.

  I wanted to hate him, to loathe every second of this, but a wash of warmth powered into me, igniting the fires he’d established hours before. All I could think about was his throbbing cock pulsing into my pussy, spreading me wide open as he filled me.

  Fucked me.

  The force of the spanking pushed me hard against the cold edge of the desk and within seconds, I was floating on air, taken to a new level of euphoria. I felt two hands spreading my ass cheeks wide open. Then something else.

  His wet finger.

  He swirled the tip around my asshole then shoved it all the way inside, driving me up from the desk. He thrust in a brutal manner, one finger becoming two. Then three. I was shocked at the vehemence, as well as my desire, a longing so deep-seated that I couldn’t think or breathe. Or react. I moved with the flow, stretching my legs wide open.

  “I love your pretty little pink pussy. I adore your insubordination. I hunger for your sweet ass. That’s because you belong to me.” The way he moved his thumb around my clit was almost ravenous, stimulating every inch of skin.

  “Oh...” As the subtle yet powerful sensations rocketed over me, I was immediately thrown into a climax. “Oh, God. Oh... Yes. Yes!” I screamed, stuttering the words as he plunged in rapid motions. The orgasm turned into the most incredible wave, rocketing me straight into ecstasy.

  I had no idea how long the climax lasted but when he gathered me into his arms, tossing me over his shoulder, every ounce of energy was lost. He took long strides, moving out of the room and down the hallway. I didn’t dare try to stop him. I couldn’t imagine feeling any more sensational than I did at this moment.

  I was aware he tossed me onto the bed, heard the sound of metal hitting metal then realized he’d shackled my wrists. Gasping, I looked up, staring at the metal bands holding me tightly against the iron posts of the headboard. I hadn’t noticed the iron straps before. I yanked instinctively, struggling with my bindings until he crawled onto the bed, hovering over me.

  “All mine.”

  Everything about him had changed, his appearance and his facial expressions. Even the aura surrounding him held a glow, a soft hue of cerulean blue. I blinked several times, trying to keep him in focus as he hunkered down, his hands planted on either side.

  Very slowly he lowered down, dragging his tongue across my lips, his steamy breath skipping over my skin.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off him, his long eyelashes and lips that seemed stained with blood. Everything seemed surreal, as if he were no longer a man but a god.

  And he was naked, his massive cock throbbing, veins of blue pulsing with every heartbeat. Growling, he licked my entire jawline, the sounds pushing past his lips nothing more than that of a predator.

  I yanked at my chains, longing to touch him. His darting eyes, black as coal were yet another reminder that he was in charge. As he continued licking, his raspy tongue skating over my neck, inching down to my breasts, I took several quick breaths. Everything was magical, as if none of this was real.

  How had he undressed so quickly?

  Another whimper left my mouth as he pressed his body again mine, powerful arms that could easily hold me down. Carved muscles that were chiseled from the finest stone. And a mouth and tongue that would rip another orgasm from me quickly.

  “Oh. Fuck!” I tossed my head from side to side, almost hyperventilating as he feasted on my pussy, lapping my cream, burying his face into my wetness. I heard nothing but animalistic grunts as he nipped my tender skin, sucking on my clit then shoving his tongue past my slickened folds. Every action was manic, driving me to the brink of madness then pulling back. I gasped for air, unable to fill my lungs.

  The climax hit like a massive tidal wave, draining every bit of energy. Beads of perspiration licked at my skin, creating a shimmer of goosebumps, a cold shiver skittering down my spine.

  And he refused to let go.

  Still feasting.

  Still growling.

  When he finally lifted his head, I could see straight into the man’s soul.

  Only there was nothing but blackness.

  Lifting my legs and opening them wide, Christoff thrust his cock deep inside my pussy, tossing his head back and howling. My pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion, accepting, pulling him in deeper. With every brutal plunge, I knew I was falling deeper into his spell. This man, this... beast had ripped apart my world, taking me as his, dragging me into an unknown world of darkness and pure sin.

  Right versus wrong.

  Good versus evil.

  Why?

  Evil. Evil. Evil.

  And I knew there was no turning back.

  Chapter Eleven

  Sadie

  My dreams had been filled with him. All of him. There was no other choice for me.

  I blinked several times, wishing the thoughts away. I rubbed my eyes, trying not to act like the nervous nelly, fiddling in my seat. My stomach churned, the images of Christoff unrelenting.

  “You are required to obey me at all times.”

  I almost scratched my nails down my arm, longing to feel something other than his presence. I wanted the pain. I craved the anguish. I longed for the sting of his hand or the leather strap slicing across my backside. I wanted his hand wrapped around my throat, keeping in place as he fucked my mouth.

  No. No! The strangled scream refused to be acknowledged.

  I couldn’t get his words out of my mind, the unsettling feeling that he was here watching me, ready to drag me over his lap, punishing me for some unknown infraction. I glanced around the perimeter of the restaurant, studying every person as if they were his watchdogs. I had no reason to feel that way, but the uncanny sensations that Christoff was hovering nearby refused to leave.

  “Tonight will begin the first step of your training.”

  What the hell kind of training was he talking about?

  “Come here, little Sadie. On your knees.”

  “Yes, sir.” I obeyed without question, dropping onto my knees and awaiting his command.

  “Come closer, my sweet,” he beckoned, his voice dripping with all things sinful and delicious.

  I crawled to him, my eyes never leaving his, even though I wanted desperately to savor the look of his thick cock. So large. So long. When I was between his legs, I lowered my head, taking several deep breaths. I knew what he required.

  What he demanded.

  Absolute respect.

  “Suck me, Sadie. Take every inch of my cock inside your hot little mouth.”

  “Yes, sir.” I slid my fingers along his shaft, shivering from the touch alone. The feel of him forced my nipples to ache, my pussy clenching in a manner that reminded me I wasn’t allowed to come.

  Not without his permission.

  As I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick cock, a moan slipped past my pursed lips. I twisted my hand, my legs quivering, rewarded with a slight growl coming from deep within his throat. As I brought the tip to my lips, swirling it around in languishing circles, I could feel my pulse quicken.

  He fisted my hair, lowered his head, his eyes piercing into me. So dark. Reeking of danger. “Open your mouth, little girl. Now.”

  I did so without question, my fingers caressing and stroking, twisting on his throbbing shaft as he pushed the tip inside
my mouth. I couldn’t wait to have his cum sliding down my throat.

  “Bad girl. Wicked vixen. Naughty tramp.”

  “Take every inch. Then I’m going to fuck you hard.”

  The fantasy was far too real, his voice echoing in my mind.

  “What?” From somewhere in my mind, I heard Jenny’s voice, her not-so subtle laughter, jerking me back from the erotic dream.

  “I’m going to shove my cock inside your tight little asshole, driving so deep inside.”

  I squirmed in my seat, forced to take deep breaths. I stole another glance around the restaurant, certain I’d see him standing in front of me, displeased that I wasn’t naked and ready for his command.

  “Girl, you look like the cat who ate the canary. It took me calling you a tramp for you to finally acknowledge my existence. You’re a million miles away. Are you going to tell me what happened on your big date?” Jenny gave me a hard wink.

  “That’s it, suck it like the bad little girl you are.”

  When he relaxed his hand, I moved up and down on his shaft, savoring the flavor. I rolled my fingers around his balls, squeezing as he jutted his hips forward, shoving more of his cock deep inside my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat.

  “Sadie. Are you with me?” Jenny asked, slapping her hand on the table.

  “What? Um...”

  “That’s it. Your mouth is so hot. I can’t wait to plunge into your sweet pussy, sliding past your pretty pink lips. Then I’m going to stretch your asshole wide open, plunging hard and fast.”

  Fuck. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I was hot and wet all over, one foot tapping on the cold linoleum floor. I took another sip of my drink, trying desperately to think of anything else. What kind of hold did he have over me?

  “Okay, you’re making me nervous,” Jenny huffed. “Tell me what happened.”

  I did everything I could to break the spell, trying to think of anything but Christoff. The dentist. Taking a difficult exam. Standing in front of my parents.

  That did it. I was dragged back to reality. Living the fantasy was amazing, but completely unreal. I didn’t even know the man, not really. From everything he’d told me, I still was unsure.

  I eased back in the chair, glaring out the window of the restaurant. Jenny had dragged me practically out of my bed to come to brunch with her. Granted, if she hadn’t, I’d still be hiding under the covers, trying to process the experience and the man himself. “We went to dinner. That’s all.”

  Liar. Liar. Liar.

  “With a hickey like that, I’d say you did a lot more. Come on!” Jenny wagged her finger before reaching for her Bloody Mary.

  Heat rushing to my face, I slapped my hand over my neck. I’d thought makeup had done the trick of hiding the almost perfectly black spot. From his tongue and mouth.

  A savage bite mark.

  Like an animal.

  Like a predator.

  Jesus. H. Christ. What the hell was wrong with me? I was jittery, nervous as a kitty cat.

  I hadn’t been able to get Christoff out of my mind after he’d dropped me off at the dorm, exchanging phone numbers but no promises. Thank God there’d been no one around to see the sleek black sports car pulling up. I couldn’t get his last words out of my mind.

  “You belong to me, Sadie, and will until the end of time. I will come for you very soon. My hunger is insatiable.”

  The words were chilling, as if he’d marked me somehow. My hand inadvertently moved to the bite mark, my fingers trembling.

  “You’re blushing. Jesus, girl. It’s okay if you fucked him.”

  I gave her a harsh look. “Would you like to tell the entire restaurant, my ex-friend?”

  “Maybe, sensitive girl. If you don’t spill the beans, I just might.” Jenny moved like she was going to stand.

  Grabbing her wrist, I groaned. “Okay. Fine. I’ll tell you.” I realized my fingers were digging into her skin. Easing back, I reached for my mimosa once again, almost knocking over the glass. The last think I needed was alcohol, but in truth, I continued to feel nauseous, as if I’d made a huge mistake. Leaning further over the table, I made certain no one else could hear my words. “It’s just difficult.”

  “Sadie. We’re both adults here,” she admonished.

  “I know. I just don’t know what to make of our date. We had dinner then went to his house.”

  “Ooh la la, girl. A rich man’s house. What the hell is he doing here? Isn’t he some kind of a world traveler?”

  I snorted before answering, “Honestly? He says some business for his father, but I don’t know.”

  “You already don’t believe him. Maybe not a match made in heaven.”

  “No, Christoff is amazing.” Images flashed into my mind, creating the fiftieth round of desire. My nipples were already hard, scraping against my bra. “He’s beautiful in every manner, so dominating and a taste of pure sin. Delicious. Dangerous. I’ve never been with a man like him, the kind who wanted to devour me. He took time to make certain I had several orgasms, climaxing over and over again, licking every inch of skin then starting all over. And the kisses were so intense and beautiful, forcing my heart into my throat. Then he took me like a brute, refusing to take no for an answer. Over and over and over...” The words trailed off.

  And everything was deathly quiet.

  Jenny blew a swath of hot air then took a gulp of her drink, her hand shaking. “Ho-ly shit. That’s incredible. I definitely need to meet his brother. Wow is all I can say.”

  I closed my eyes, still seeing his almost demonic face the last time he thrust his cock deep inside my aching pussy, driving into my asshole. I could feel him, my muscles still aching. Even his scent hadn’t left my skin after a long and very hot shower. Suddenly, my throat began to tighten up, apprehension trickling down my spine. “But I can’t see him again.”

  “O-kay. Why? I don’t get it.”

  “Because there’s something about him that’s not right.”

  She laughed, swirling her straw. “In what language? Rich. Good-looking. Seriously, what’s wrong with him? Is his cock itty bitty?”

  “Huge.”

  “Was he mean to you?” she asked, her expression darkening.

  “Not mean. No, just... powerful.” I realized I was licking my lips.

  “Powerful. Hmmm... Do you mean like chaining you to the bed kind of thing?” While Jenny asked the question casually, her eyes opened wide when I didn’t refute immediately. “Oh, shit. He did. That takes balls.”

  “And trust.”

  “Yeah.” She furrowed her brow and folded her arms on the table, darting glances toward the other tables. This time, she was embarrassed. “Did you like it? The bondage I mean?”

  “I don’t know,” I said, laughing. “I was okay at the time with everything, enjoying the moment.”

  “But now you have fucker’s remorse.” Jenny grinned, reaching for my hand. “Girl, it’s really okay. There’s nothing wrong with a little kink now and then. A lot of men are into it, especially older and more suave hunks like Christoff Griffen. Think about the opportunities he’s had to explore.”

  Yeah, I’d been thinking about that a hell of a lot.

  “I’m telling you. I know him from somewhere.” I had no reason for my insistence, other than my gut feeling.

  “Your past? That’s hard to believe. He’s a guy you’d remember.”

  I shifted in my seat, still feeling the effects of the spanking. The red marks remained, the friction from my jeans making my pussy clench. “I know, but I don’t. That’s the crazy thing. My mind is telling me that he’s been a part of my life.” I could see the instant flash of concern crossing Jenny’s face. She’d been the single person I’d ever told outside of my family and the sheriff’s office back home that I’d been lost in the woods.

  For a week.

  With no memory.

  Still.

  Loser. Loser. Loser.

  “That terrible thing that happened in your past?
” Jenny asked nervously.

  “No!” The word came easily; however, I’d been grappling with that very question. If only I could remember. “He’s never been to Bumfuck, Georgia. I’m certain of that. Sadly, other than coming here, I’ve never been allowed to travel the world. I couldn’t have met him.”

  “Okay, then just go out on a date or two with him. Nothing more. See if you actually like the guy before you jump right into bed with him.” She hesitated, winking at me, the little vixen. “Again.”

  A shiver was followed by a wave of desire. The dreams from the night before had been filled with thoughts about him. Longing for him.

  The need for him.

  Ugh.

  My reactions were like a high-school girl with a crush on the football star. That had certainly never happened. Sighing, I took another sip, gazing out at the mounds of snow covering the edges of the sidewalk, trying to squash my raging libido. “You’re hilarious today.”

  “Just speaking the truth.” She narrowed her eyes. “Look. If you’re that worried about him, why don’t you talk with Carter?”

  “Carter. Why?”

  “Because his father is a district attorney. I don’t know from what city, but I’m certain his dad could track down Christoff and his family to make certain the guy is telling you the truth.”

  The thought wasn’t a bad one. “Maybe. But I don’t know if I want Carter spouting off my personal business.”

  “Just tell him that the guy is donating to the university and you’ve been tasked to write a piece on him or something. You know. Lie your ass off.” Jenny laughed.

  “Hmmm... I’ll think about it.” A shiver shifted down my spine. There was no way anyone else was going to have a chance to pass judgment on my life.

  “Lie down on your back, Sadie. Lift those long legs of yours for me. Lift them high. And don’t move them.”

  I could see the hairbrush in his hand and knew I was in for a severe spanking. I shivered, guilt and shame running through my mind.