No White Knight: A Dark Romance

by Alta Hensley

  “Very good,” he whispered between the kiss.

  Cross slowly lowered his lips to the other nipple and lightly licked along the surface. Grabbing the other nipple clamp, he tenderly applied it, to join the first. He sat up and took in the sight of me writhing beneath him. The gold, the jewels, my breasts, and the beginning of my submission were capturing his stare. I could see in his passion-filled eyes that he loved that he had the power to dominate, the power to control, and the power to please. Cross may not have that power outside the bedroom, with Pike looming over, but he certainly did now. When it came to women, he and his brother had learned and mastered how to demand ecstasy. I only wanted to submit.

  He closed his eyes and slowly took in the aroma of my sex as he lowered his mouth to my wanting pussy. Pressing his tongue lightly to my ivory-white skin, he began to lick his way up and down the folds of my dripping wet mound. He danced his tongue in a circle around my clit, causing my moans to become more of a scream. He pressed his finger past the entrance of my pussy, feeling the heat of my passion.

  “That feels so good...so good,” I moaned as I felt the lifeblood light enter me once again.

  Cross hooked his finger into the depths of my pussy and reached for his pants once again. He pulled out a clear glass dildo, lined with red and gold crystals. He took the clear penis and rubbed it along my wet folds, collecting my moisture. Ever so gently, he replaced his thrusting finger with the large dildo. Once the dildo was snugly in my depths, he slowly and tortuously moved it in and out of me. The ridges from the crystals scraped along the inner lining of my pussy causing a captivating pain mixed with pleasure.

  I gasped at the intrusion and began to gyrate my hips in desperation. “Fuck me. Make me come. I need to come!”

  Without pause, Cross unhooked me from my wrist and ankle restraints, and flipped me onto my stomach. “I warned you about issuing the commands.” He swatted my creamy white behind. “You are to submit, you are to accept, you are to surrender.” He spanked my ass again. “You are to do only as Pike requests...nothing more. Or you will suffer the most severe consequences.”

  He grabbed the remaining item from his pants. Pulling out a steel butt plug, he rubbed the ruby that decorated the base with the tip of his finger. Smaller gold gems circled the ruby, making it sparkle in the soft light of the room. Using my wetness from my revealing sex, he lubricated my tight hole with his finger. In and out, slowly, he stretched my anus so I would be able to accept the last of the jewelry. Hopefully Pike would be pleased with the jeweled items chosen, as well as the frenzied state his victim was in.

  “I want you to relax,” he ordered as he placed a soft kiss to my reddened ass.

  Once Cross could feel my puckered hole loosen, he pressed the steel plug past the tight ring of my ass. I moaned and bucked against the mattress. He rolled me over onto my back and took a moment to admire the jeweled Pallid Slave before him.

  He bent down and pressed his lips to my mouth one last time. “Very good. You did very good. Pike will be pleased.”

  As if on cue, the door slid open. Pike’s eyes blazed as he walked into the room. “I see my brother has you ready. So jeweled and pretty.” His voice was low, a tremor of anticipation trickled along my spine.

  “Yes, sir,” I said, earning a caress of my mound from Cross. Cross’s mouth closed on my neck, teeth grazing my skin as he sucked.

  “I’m not taking you to Canary without a fresh load of my come in that sweet, little pussy of yours.” Pike’s gravelly tone and the vulgar words caused a catch in my belly. Cross stroked hard fingers between my thighs as I watched Pike disrobe before me. “I want everyone, including you, to smell who you belong to.”

  Once naked, with his erect cock in full display before me, Pike walked over, pulled the jeweled dildo from my pussy, and slipped a finger deep inside, stroking into tender flesh. “So wet for me, so wet for the both of us,” he purred with approval. “Do you want to be fucked by us at the same time?”

  I nodded. “Yes. Yes, so much so.”

  He pressed a hand onto the flat of my stomach as my hips thrust up in silent need, like my sex was an offering, not just for him but also for the both of them. Red and gold, I needed their color like I needed air to live. My nipples beaded beneath the clamps and I ached to be claimed.

  The fat head of his cock entered me without preamble, thrusting into my core, where my flesh was still sore and swollen from Cross only hours ago. I gasped in surprised discomfort, focusing on accepting his girth. His big palms held my hips still until my enflamed muscles accepted his thick presence. Then he thrust again, as his eyes locked with mine.

  “This pussy belongs to both of us now, slave. Cross and I own you until the day we deliver you to Canary.”

  The thought of eventually leaving the brothers gave me a pang of sadness, but I quickly shook away the emotion as Pike thrust deeper inside, his balls slapping up against me.

  Cross leaned down and pressed his lips to mine as Pike pressed even deeper with each movement, grinding his hips against me, until I felt stretched. Full.

  “Do you like my brother’s cock in you?” Cross asked when he broke away from the kiss. His voice in my ear was a gritty caress, a velvet growl, as his hands moved over my breasts, then nipples pinched tight with jewelry I desperately wanted released.

  “Yes.” I did. My whole body came alive under the power of his words and body.

  Pike ground in deeper as Cross pulled my clamps so my chest rose off the bed. He palmed my breasts. “Do you want us both? Tell me.” Cross’s voice held a devil’s smile, but there was a question there, like he wanted to be sure I liked his aggression, and that I truly was giving myself to him and his twin.

  I did. I had never had a need so strong before. Their colors beckoned, as if I could hear the lifeblood pulse beneath their flesh. A drumbeat demanding I march along. I couldn’t think, just arched my back and pressed my hips upwards, seeking more of Pike, wanting to pull him deeper into my core.

  Cross released a nipple clamp, making me jerk under his hand. “Do you want me to fuck you too? Do you want me in your ass while Pike fucks you until you scream?” His voice was insistent; his breath ran along the sensitive hairs on my neck as he spoke. Pike never letting up in his assault had my mind spinning and my body humming along to the rhythm of his fucking.

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  “Tell me,” his teeth closed around the sensitive skin of my earlobe, “tell me you want my cock. You’ll like it when I fuck you in the ass with it. Tell me you want my come inside of you.” I was panting now, my pussy leaking wetness around Pike’s dick. “Tell me. Tell Pike. Tell us both that you want double penetration. You want it bad.”

  “Yes, I…I want it. I want you both now.” My stomach convulsed again at his low hum of satisfaction. “I like your big cock,” I gasped, reveling in the spikes of pleasure that shot straight to the sensitive nub between my thighs as the filthy words left my mouth. “Please fuck me in the ass while Pike fucks me in the pussy.”

  Pike let out a long satisfied groan at my words and thrust even deeper, spreading me wide.

  They brought something out of me that I’d never known. A part of me the soldier I had been trained to be never had the chance to experience. They’d shown me the salacious, raw woman inside who asked for what I wanted, and liked it.

  “Say it again.” Pike’s voice was a growl.

  I answered with a ferocious growl of my own. “I want you both. Fuck me, Pike. Fuck me hard.” I’d never felt so powerful as when he swelled within me. I looked into Cross’s dark lust-filled eyes and added, “Take me in the ass, Cross. Claim me there.” I arched up, clenching my internal muscles around Pike’s cock, waiting for them to give me what I so desperately needed.

  He roared as I clamped down on him like a vise, and then pulled out of me roughly. He laid on his back and positioned me to straddle his body, thrusting his cock in me without even seconds passing to miss the fullness of his possession. Cross moun
ted the bed and pulled back my hips to get in position for him to take me at the same time. I closed my eyes and rode up and down Pike’s shaft as I felt Cross pull the butt plug free from my anus, replacing it quickly with the tip of his cock.

  “This will hurt,” Cross warned.

  “Yes,” I panted. God I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to feel the pain.

  He grunted, surging forward, holding me immobile so I could adjust to the size of his dick stretching my ass while Pike stretched my pussy. I wanted to scream, to moan, to beg for them to stop, but at the same time, I wanted to beg for them to begin. Wave after wave of conflicting emotion and feelings washed over me. Pain versus pleasure. Submit versus resist.

  Cross eased past my puckered entrance, while Pike began thrusting slowly, setting a tempo for the both of them. In and out, back and forth, the two of them fluidly controlled my body. The pressure, the fullness, the bite—so much that I had no choice but to succumb fully to their control. I released everything to them and truly became a slave to their mastery.

  “Harder,” I said, pressing back against Cross, while Pike pulled slowly out of me, only to have him thrust in once again. “Fuck me harder.”

  “Say it again,” Pike demanded.

  “Harder.”

  They moved rough and fast, pumping furiously until I felt the hot jets of both their climaxes deep within, and a screaming release tore through me, leaving me shaking and gasping for air. My quivering walls milked them dry while they both regained their composure. A warm heat flowed through my veins, reminding me of the feeling of when I once had lifeblood of my own. Both brothers held me, preventing me from collapsing fully while they kept their cocks still firmly implanted inside of me.

  I couldn’t speak, not that I would know what to say if I could. The smell of sex mixed with the thick silence of the room. Even though the three of us were all physically joined as one, we were distant and deep within our own selves. Pleasured, replete, satiated, and yet…there seemed to be a sense of longing cast over our intertwined bodies. Their lifeblood flowed through me, but at the same time, I felt darker than ever before.

  Chapter 7

  I sat and watched Pike eat. Waiting for him to look up at me. Hoping that maybe just once he would acknowledge my presence in any way except to punish me. Was it possible for Pike to feel anything toward me? Could he ever be anything but an authoritative disciplinarian? Did I not have any hold of his heart at all?

  It had been 700 hours. 700 hours of travel toward our final destination. Canary waited for me. Death waited for me.

  Other than the one incident, Pike hadn’t claimed my body again. He had punished me several times, sometimes severely and other times with a lighter hand. He tolerated very little and had zero patience. Some of the times were deserved for acting out due to boredom, or raising hell because I felt like the walls of the ship were often closing in on me. But there were times that he would pull the belt from his pants and take it to me simply because he could.

  I wondered if he knew how much I liked it. I did. His dominance. His power. The bite of the leather against my flesh. The act of being punished nude before him. All of it. I loved it all. Craved it even. Maybe it was my soul craving the punishment for allowing Trinity to die. Or maybe it was simply the fuel I required to light the fire within. Regardless of why, I waited in anticipation for the next strike of his hand.

  And then there was Cross. He never punished, but always soothed. He took his duty of aftercare seriously. He kissed, he held me close and cuddled me into his muscled chest while stroking my hair repeatedly. He bathed me, dressed me, cared for me in ways I didn’t know possible. The more Pike punished, the more Cross loved. The yin and yang of the brothers was more than I could ask for. 700 hours of the most fulfilling relationship—other than with Trinity—that I had ever experienced. The two of them joined together as one into my soul.

  I tried my best not think about the day I would have to leave them both. If I brought it up in conversation, Pike would bend me over and sear my behind. It was not to be spoken of in his presence. And even Cross didn’t like to talk about it. They had a mission. A duty.

  Fighting back tears, I decided that I needed to speak with Pike, even though I knew it would result in comeuppance. “Pike,” I said tentatively. “I was hoping I could discuss something with you.” I had to act now. Tomorrow we would be arriving at Canary.

  He looked up from his meal with annoyance in his eyes. “No.”

  His sharp answer took me by surprise, but I swallowed back the lump in my throat and carried on. “Allow me to stay on your vessel as your slave. I promise you that—”

  Pike swallowed the last bite of his meal before speaking in a deep and menacing voice. “I told you that I did not want to discuss this.”

  “But I have to. We arrive in Canary tomorrow. What can I do to convince you to allow me to stay? I’m sure Cross will be fine with it, and when he gets out of the shower, we can tell him.”

  “No.”

  “How can you stare at me like that and feel nothing?” I asked as my voice cracked and wavered. “Am I truly nothing more than a Pallid Slave to you? Simply a delivery?”

  “That is what you are.”

  His words shattered my heart. Why did he have the power over me to do so? Why did I feel this pull toward a man who had never shown me any form of kindness at all? He had only caused me pain—both physically and mentally. So why? Why did his words stab at me?

  “I have sat across from you at this table for a month. We have had sex. You have demanded my submission in the most intimate of ways, and I have given it to you. Please. I know you have to feel something more. I can feel it in your touch.”

  “I touch you in order to keep you in line. Nothing more.”

  “Not true.”

  He looked at me with the most severe warning look I had yet seen.

  I cleared my throat and tried to keep my voice calm and steady. “I can see. I notice what you do. When you spank me, you also dip your finger between my folds to see that I am wet. My arousal is important to you. You have never put the collar back on me because you know that is my one true fear. You have granted me that reprieve. When a punishment is over and I’m crying, you wait with me until Cross comes in and takes over. You want him to care for me. You want him to give me comfort because you aren’t capable. You want this because you do feel something for me.”

  “Truth…” His warning sent a shiver up my spine but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had one day left. Only one day to convince him that he wanted to fly right past Canary and keep going.

  “I’m not asking for love. I’m not asking for you to be someone you aren’t or can’t be. I can get all that I need in regards to love and tenderness from Cross. But you are able to offer something that Cross can’t. I hunger for you. You wake up a passion inside of me that salivates to be quenched. You spark a flame inside. When we made love—”

  “We fucked,” he interrupted, his voice vibrating off the metal walls.

  “Maybe,” I said calmly. “But your lifeblood entered me. I felt it just as I know you did. I had your brother’s gold, and your red blending within me. Something happened at that moment. A bond. I can’t imagine losing it forever tomorrow. I already lost it with my own twin sister. You and Cross gave me a small taste of what I lost. I want more.” I paused for a moment, preparing for the rejection that I was sure would follow my next question. “Was I the only one who felt it? Did you not feel the connection from the gold and red blending within me?”

  “I felt it,” he admitted. “Which is why I haven’t fucked you since. My brother and I have never shared a woman before. I didn’t know that something like that—that type of connection—could happen by doing so.” He stood up and slammed his hands down on the table. His eyes grew black and he snarled, “I’m not interested in forming that bond, so I stopped it that day.”

  I sat dumbfounded. So, that was why? I wondered why he never tried to take me again. Even when I could s
ee his cock straining against his pants during a discipline session, he never acted on it. Never. Now I knew why. He was protecting himself. He felt the bond and didn’t want it. He was scared.

  Pike began pacing back and forth, the red of his skin glowing bright. I sat and waited for the storm to erupt. I was asking for a severe beating by continuing on, but I had to. If there was even the slightest hope. He turned to me ready to speak when Cross walked into the room, drying his hair from his shower. He looked at Pike, then at me, and back at Pike.

  “What happened?”

  Pike pointed to my bedroom door. “Truth. Leave. Now. My brother and I have nothing to offer you. Final.”

  I stood up quickly and ran to my room. Not out of fear, although I was scared of Pike’s wrath, but because I didn’t want them to see how truly devastated I was.

  I was in my room crying when I heard a knock at the door rather than it just being opened like every other time. I knew it was Cross before the first knock had even finished echoing through my room. Pike would never knock. Never.

  I quickly dried up my tears. “Come in.”

  Cross opened the door and gracefully entered the room. “Truth, I can see…no I can feel that we have upset you.”

  I looked into his deep eyes and said nothing. I met his gaze and allowed for him to truly see my pain. I wanted him to see how not being with them once we arrived on Canary caused anguish like no other. I understood I was simply merchandise, but that didn’t mean I liked it.

  Cross pulled me into his arms harshly. He pressed my head to his chest with more force than I had ever experienced from his hand. “It kills me to see you hurt. I want to never be the cause of your heartache.” Without releasing his grip, he continued, “But what you want is not possible. It’s not the way your life should be. Even if we could save you from Canary, transporting slaves with Pike and me is no way to live.”