Dark Obsessions - Volume I: Four Intense Capture Fantasies in One Sizzling Collection

by Claire Thompson

  He got up and went back into the kitchen to clean the breakfast things. Gordon was meeting a business associate in the city, and wouldn’t be back for hours. Frank could take his time with Gina. It was, at last, his turn.

  When he opened her door, she was lying on the mattress as usual, though she didn’t appear to be asleep. She jerked upright as he came into the room, but the fear in her face softened to something almost approaching welcome when she saw it was only him.

  He took off his clothes and left them by the door. He approached Gina, a handful of pre-lubricated condom packets tucked against his palm. Gina regarded him apprehensively, her small, white teeth worrying her lower lip as she brought her knees to her chin and wrapped her arms around them.

  Frank’s cock instantly hardened, a drop of pre-come appearing on the tip of his cock as he thought about entering her hot, tight cunt at last.

  He sat down beside her on the narrow mattress, dropping the condoms nearby, and gently but firmly pulled her arms from her body. Pressing her shoulder to force her lie back, he said, “I’m going to make love to you.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m sore down there.”

  “Down where?” he teased. “Where are you sore, my little toy? Use your words—the correct words.”

  It still amazed and delighted him that she would blush after all these weeks of constant sexual stimulation and exposure, but there it was—the creeping pink of a blush moving over her cheeks.

  “Go on,” he said in a stern tone. “Say what you mean.”

  “My cunt,” she murmured. “He hurt my cunt last night. And the welts on my thighs are still very tender and sore. Please don’t hurt me.”

  He shifted so he could crouch between her legs, which he forced gently apart. “Let me see,” he said, leaning over to examine her spread cunt. With a light finger, he traced the small tear at her entrance and then ran his hand lightly over her welted skin. Her entire body was a crisscross of fading and new welts, marks and bruises. Her skin, unlike his, had yet to toughen beneath the lash.

  Lying down beside her, Frank took the girl into his arms. She hid her face against his shoulder, her body tensed for what was to come. He was glad she didn’t continue to protest, since he didn’t want to have to tie her down or punish her for disobedience—not today.

  He ran his hands down her body, stopping between her legs. He cupped her smooth mons, his fingers seeking her entrance as he gently ground his palm against her clit. She gave a small cry as he pressed the digit into her heat, but didn’t try to pull away.

  He stroked and teased her until her clit hardened, her cunt moistening and tightening around the finger he moved inside her. She began to pant, a tremor moving through her form, and he could hear the slippery sound of his hand against and inside her now sopping cunt. Only then did he stop, taking a few seconds to tear open one of the condoms and slide it over his now raging erection.

  As he climbed on top of her, Gina opened her eyes and fixed him with a pleading gaze. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she begged.

  “I won’t,” he promised. “Last night was about power. Today is about”—he choked on the word that had leaped, unbidden, to his lips, as he scrambled for a substitute— “pleasure.”

  He loved the way she trembled beneath him as he positioned himself between her legs and guided his throbbing cock into her wet cunt. She whimpered as he entered her, her vaginal muscles spasming around his shaft, but after a moment or two, her cunt drew him in, sheathing him like a silky, hot glove.

  With iron self-control, he forced himself to take his time, giving her a chance to adjust to his girth. When he judged her sufficiently relaxed, he began to swivel and thrust inside her, the pleasure nearly unbearable.

  At first she just lay there, but after a while, she began to respond, moaning softly as she arched up to meet his cock with each thrust. Excited, he reached for her arms, which he pulled over her head. Pinning her by the wrists to the mattress, he rose over her so he could see her face as he fucked her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slack, her full breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.

  Impulsively, he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her as he moved inside her, the pleasure mounting. He tried to hold back so he could enjoy it longer, but all at once his body rebelled, and he ejaculated in a series of hard, intense spasms that made Gina cry out either in pleasure or pain, he wasn’t sure and at that moment didn’t care.

  He collapsed against her, his heart slamming against his chest as if he, not she, were the one who had been claimed.

  ~*~

  Gina lay still beneath Frank’s heavy, sweating body. She wanted to slide out from under him. As strange as it was to admit, she’d nearly come from his being inside her, in spite of the initial pain of entry.

  The experience was nothing like the night before, when Gordon had brutally thrust himself into her spread, bound body, his cock like a blade cutting her tender flesh. He had made her bleed. He bruised her from the inside out. The only pleasure amidst the pain and terror had been Frank’s kiss. Without that, the ordeal would have been unbearable.

  But now, as she lay trapped beneath this confusing man—both her tormentor and her lover—Gina acknowledged to herself that she hadn’t wanted him to stop. She’d been close, so close, to coming, perched just on the edge of sweet obliteration, when he’d collapsed heavily onto her.

  Suddenly her fiancé, the reliable and plodding Dwayne, came into her mind’s eye. Though she couldn’t quite make out his face, she knew it was him. He was looking at her disapprovingly. He would have been stunned and confused by her feelings right now. She was confused herself.

  Then his image dissolved into the stern features of her father, who would, without a doubt, condemn her out of hand. Even if she somehow managed to escape this mirrored room, her father would never understand or forgive her for what had happened, even though it was so obviously beyond her control.

  Gina remembered how he had reacted when, over dinner one evening, she talked about a rape victim at the Outreach Center who had been assaulted outside a bar where the young woman been hanging out with her girlfriends. Gina had been proud of herself for offering solace and comfort to the woman, but her father had silenced her, stating that if “the girl hadn’t been asking for it in the first place by being where she shouldn’t to be, it wouldn’t have happened.” Whores—and any girl who went to a bar was one by definition—deserved what they got.

  Gina shook away the image of her father slamming down his fist at the dinner table, while her mothered hovered with a serving platter, murmuring anxious platitudes. That world was a thousand miles away—it might as well have been another universe.

  Frank seemed to have fallen asleep on top of her, and she began, slowly, carefully, to edge her way from beneath his bulk. As she shifted beneath him, he suddenly rolled away with a sleepy sigh. He fell onto his back beside her and flung his arm over his face.

  Gina’s hand slipped down between her legs. She stroked herself to a quick, silent orgasm, careful not to wake him. Then, curling into the sleeping man’s side, she closed her eyes.

  She awoke with a start. Frank was looming over her, lifted on one elbow. “I want you again,” he said, and she saw that his cock, which was fisted in his hand, was fully erect, a condom already in place. “Turn over. Get up on your hands and knees.”

  Gina did as she was told. She watched Frank with apprehension in the mirror as he positioned himself behind her, also on his knees. Gripping her hips with his large hands, he pulled her back toward him. Frank was tall and strong, his skin olive-toned compared to her pale, marked flesh. She watched his cock disappear between her ass cheeks as he pushed himself slowly but inexorably inside her.

  She tensed, expecting pain as he nudged at her cunt from behind, pushing the crown of his shaft against her still tender opening. But it didn’t hurt, save for a slight sting where her flesh was still torn, and then his cock slid inside her, filling her complet
ely.

  A shudder of raw pleasure hurtled through her belly as he cupped her hips and began to move inside her. With a groan, he let his head fall back, and she could see the tendons standing out on his thick neck as he thrust into her. She let her head fall forward, no longer able to focus on their reflection as he pummeled her from behind.

  He let go of her hip with one hand, and reached beneath her, cupping her cunt. When he began to rub her clit, the interplay of his cock inside her and his fingers on her cunt was perfect, and she began to mewl her pleasure like a kitten, her body thrusting back of its own accord to meet Frank’s as he fucked her, hard and fast.

  She was lifted on the wave of a powerful climax just as Frank tensed and spasmed behind her, his fingers still flying over her clit. They collapsed together to the mattress, and this time she welcomed his heavy weight on top of her, which blanketed her as she slowly came down from one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

  She drifted for a while in a pleasant haze, until a thought slipped suddenly into her mind. They could have been lovers, she and Frank.

  Except that lovers had a choice, and Gina had none.

  Chapter 5

  They couldn’t keep her here forever, could they?

  Assuming they didn’t murder her outright—she shuddered, and then categorically refused to follow that line of thought—what would happen to her? What would it be like to go home again?

  She was no longer the naïve, innocent girl she’d been before. She wasn’t sure when, but something had shifted in not only her behavior, but her mindset. She no longer obeyed strictly out of fear of punishment. Something else was at play, something she didn’t entirely understand. She loved to please Frank, and even took a kind of grim satisfaction in enduring whatever torture Gordon might subject her to.

  The past was receding like a forgotten dream. The future didn’t exist. There was only now.

  She lay quietly on her mattress, staring up at the ceiling as she thought about the two men who had become her world. Gordon was still the cold, forbidding Master he’d always been, but Frank was another story. He fucked her at least once each day, sometimes more. It was, without question, the highlight of her day. She loved when he fucked her. It was that simple. She even liked the word. Fuck. Fuck me. Please, Sir. Fuck me. It was earthy and without pretense or euphemism.

  Gina had been home schooled, not counting the all-day Sunday and two nights a week spent at church, and sex education had not been high on the list. She’d known almost nothing about sexual intercourse—about fucking—save for her mother’s dark, vague hints that it was a wifely duty, and something to be tolerated. She’d had no idea there could be such intense pleasure along the way.

  She slid her hand down her now-flat stomach as she let her legs fall open. Her fingers gently parted the cleft, and she slid one finger up into the wet, velvet softness of her cunt. With her other hand, she began to rub and tease her clit as Frank had taught her, arching up to get a better angle.

  When she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror, she didn’t turn away in shame, but stared at her new slender image and her long, wild hair, startled at how beautiful she looked. Was this how Frank saw her?

  She imagined he was the one touching her now, and she closed her eyes, allowing his image to fill her mind. He stood naked, his cock bobbing in front of her upturned face. On her knees, she opened her mouth, ready, even eager to worship his cock.

  ~*~

  When had he fallen out of love?

  When Frank first met Gordon three years ago, Gordon had worked from home, running his investment consultant business remotely. Frank had been happy to quit his job as an emergency room technician in order to stay home and serve his Master, thrilled to submit to every request and demand, no matter how outrageous.

  When had it all changed?

  He could blame it on Gina and his feelings for her, but he knew in his heart of hearts their problems had been coming on for a while now. Thinking back, if he could pinpoint an actual moment, the first serious crack in their relationship came when they had stolen the first toy, two years ago.

  Though Frank understood intellectually that, as Gordon’s slave and sexual property, he had no say in the decision, it wasn’t something he would have ever done on his own. He couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t been enough for Gordon—why Gordon had to bring other people into the relationship, however objectified they were.

  Gordon, aware to some degree of Frank’s issues, had reassured him, in his gruff, masterful way, that the toys were just extensions of their connection, designed to enhance, not detract, from the relationship. That had been okay, more or less, the first two times.

  But it hadn’t worked that way with Gina. The irony was, Frank was the one who had stepped outside the bounds of their emotional relationship, not Gordon. Though Frank continued to submit, Gordon had to be aware of his subtle, if unintentional, withdrawal. It was probably one reason Gordon was so rough with Gina—he was hurt and angry, but couldn’t express his feelings to Frank, so he took it out on her.

  As a result, Frank found himself increasingly protective of her. She was no longer just a toy. Because he’d begun to think of her as a real person, he was having a harder and harder time excusing what they’d done. It was wrong.

  It had always been wrong.

  It was up to Frank to make it right.

  Gordon was away on a two-day business trip, which gave Frank the time he needed to solidify his plans. He was both thrilled and heartbroken at his decision, but he knew what he had to do. It was best to make a clean break. A fresh start.

  He had already gone to his bank, where he had closed his local account and withdrawn several thousand dollars in cash, transferring the rest to a new online account. Gordon would never willingly let him go, so Frank would take matters into his own hands. He had purchased a burner phone so he could let Gordon know the score, once he put his plan into motion. He’d get a new phone with a new number once he was resettled.

  In spite of his resolve, his heart was heavy. He wouldn’t see his Gina anymore.

  No, not his.

  She had never belonged to either one of them, because the claim had been nonconsensual. It was just a game they had played. He and Gordon were thieves who stole people instead of things. Well, he was done. He would make arrangements for Gina to get safely away, and then he would disappear.

  She would no doubt call the police the instant she was free, or certainly her parents would. Who could blame them? Frank would be long gone by then. As for Gordon, he was too clever to get caught. As soon as he knew the score, he would leave this place they’d rented expressly for keeping the new toy. Gordon had paid in cash, up front, using a false name. It would be easy for him to disappear.

  Frank paused outside Gina’s door, listening for any sound. It was early, and she was probably still asleep. He would just leave the clothing he’d bought for her, along with the note, and then he’d hit the road. He very nearly gave in to his desire to talk to her once more, to hold her, to fuck her, to claim her… but that would be a mistake.

  No, better just to leave—to make a clean break with both the Master and the toy.

  He’d made his decision. Now he would act on it.

  ~*~

  Gina opened her eyes, her empty stomach signaling Frank should be in soon with breakfast. Then grooming and a nice hot shower. She didn’t allow herself to think past that point. Better to focus only on the moment.

  Lifting herself on her elbows, she saw a pile of what looked like clothing just inside the door. Curious, she got to her feet and went over to see. Was she going to be permitted to dress after being kept naked for so long? Was that a good thing, or a bad one?

  Don’t think, she reminded herself. Don’t anticipate.

  There was small, folded piece of paper on top of the pile, and she picked it up, curiosity outweighing apprehension. There was a note, written in a neat, angular hand. As she read, her mouth fell open with shock.
She had to read it three times before it started to sink in.

  You’re free, Gina. The door is unlocked. The house is empty. A taxi will arrive for you at nine o’clock this morning. The driver will take you wherever you want to go.

  I will miss you. Frank

  Free?

  Could it really be true? Were they really letting her go? Just like that? Or was it a trick—a horrible, sadistic trick? Would they be waiting just outside the door to punish her for trying to escape?

  Cautiously, she touched the doorknob. Slowly, she turned it, her heart beating like a jackhammer in her chest.

  It wasn’t locked.

  She pulled the door opened a crack, listening with all her might.

  Silence.

  She stuck out her head, ready to leap back inside. “Frank?” she said in a whisper.

  Nothing.

  Was this really happening?

  Was she going to be set free?

  Turning back to the clothes he’d left for her, she fingered the garments, almost afraid to put them on. Finally, she pulled on a pair of silky panties that were nothing like the cotton briefs she used to wear. He hadn’t left her a bra, but there was a nice, roomy pink sweatshirt lined with soft fleece, and a pair of jeans that fit perfectly. It was beyond strange to feel the fabric so snug against her skin, but also wonderful.

  She stared at the unfamiliar young woman in the mirror, feeling oddly like an imposter. The myriad welts, marks and bruises were hidden beneath the clothes, but could she pass as “normal” out on the street? Her hair was wild about her face and shoulders. Using her fingers, she combed it back as best she could and wound it into a ponytail, tying it into a loose knot at the back of her neck.

  “Hurry up,” she urged her reflection, suddenly aware she had no idea what time it was. Was there really a taxi coming for her?

  Sitting against the mirrored wall, she pulled on the socks and sneakers he’d left for her. They were a little large, but she laced them tightly, and they were comfortable enough. Getting to her feet, she took one last look at herself in the mirror. Was this really happening?