Dark Facade (Book Two) (Dark Facade Series)

by Hubbard, Sylvia

  That thought alone made goose bumps appear all over her arms.

  He continued to speak, not knowing she was half listening to him. “I know it’s a lot for people to adjust to, especially someone with your innocent qualities. When I was introduced, I was appalled, but you get use to it. Either you participate, watch or leave. No one’s forced us to be here, right?”

  Looking away, she nodded, but only to give him an answer. No, she wasn’t forced, but she didn’t want to be around that, yet she could endure it for a chance to lie in that bed again with him… and of course to find Lisa.

  ‘Dammit Maxine! Concentrate on your real motives! Don’t you dare let this man make you forget why you are really here!’

  “Come here,” Philippe ordered.

  Stepping forward, she let him push her robe open. At the same time, his towel fell to the ground.

  “Get on your knees, Slave,” he ordered.

  Maxine didn’t disobey as she dropped his robe at her feet, when she knelt to stare right at his manhood, which protruded out at her; Thick and luscious, just waiting for her special oral attention.

  Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed the tip, answering it’s called for contact. Though she should hate to do as Philippe wanted, she found it easy to comply by his orders. The second kiss was long and more open as she even flicked her tongue around the tip and then drawing him fully into her mouth, enjoying the taste of his warmness on her tongue.

  She found it even easier to get use to allowing him access to her body.

  “Get on the bed,” he ordered when he was very aroused.

  She lay on the bed, but he had other intentions as he pulled her by her legs down to the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees and his mouth descended to her pussy. She didn’t stop watching him knowing that’s what he wanted as he licked her clit and circumnavigated to her ass, only to return back to her clitoris, but not before delving his thick long tongue in her pussy, drinking her syrupy essence.

  She was in heaven as she indulged in multiple orgasms from his oral ministrations. He moved up on the bed and turned upside down to her body to continue eating her out. With a twist to her left, her mouth took him in and while he gave her delight with his tongue and fingers, she wasted no time licking from tip to base, sucking his orbs and returning to his rod and taking him down her throat until she knew she would choke.

  Time didn’t matter and the more he ate her out, the more excited she became. When his finger entered her ass, she thought she would just scream out in pain, but it felt so damn good that she found herself grooving to the rhythm.

  He turned around to voraciously kiss her. Her juices were all over his face and she licked it off and hungrily kissed him some more. Philippe stayed to her side as he also moved on his side and lifted her thigh. Slipping inside of her was too easy despite his unusual thickness. This time he didn’t stop when it felt like he couldn’t go anymore. The higher he lifted her thigh, the deeper he moved in her.

  Breaking the kiss, he looked down between her legs. Maxine followed his gaze and delighted because she was already turned on, but to visually watch his manhood pump into her vagina was incredible. The more she watched, the wetter she became. Even though his shaft was darker than his skin tone, it was still a contrast to her dark caramel skin tone with her dark pink securely enveloping him.

  Juices thickened around the base of his shaft as he thrust deep in her. He cursed and held her close, she gasped feeling him come.

  “Don’t… stop… watching,” he begged.

  “Yes,” she promised. Albeit hard to see straight from her high arousal, she gasped as his shaft increased in width and hardened even more. No man had even been that deep in her and damn if it didn’t feel like hot molten pleasurable fire that course from her pussy, through her veins and burst cells in her brain.

  He was still coming. His arm tightened around her waist and he buried his face in her neck. Damn, it was good. Damn it was so good!

  ***

  Philippe heard the knocking deep in his slumber. Maxine’s body was so warm and comforting next to his and he didn’t want to move, but the persistent knocking dragged him out of his sleep. He grabbed the towel he had left on the floor and descended to the stairs.

  Checking the peephole, he frowned in wariness as he let the knocker in.

  “What time is it?” he asked.

  Devon hushed him. “Keep your voice low. It’s four in the morning. Is she awake?”

  “No. We just went to sleep about thirty minutes ago.”

  “What the hell were you doing? You left the feast early.”

  Philippe ignored the question and went to sit on the couch. “What Devon?”

  “You’ve had sex with her?” Devon asked.

  “Yes, what does this have to do with anything?”

  “Did you use a condom and how many times?”

  “I’m going to forget that you’re our illustrious leader if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on here.”

  Devon pulled out a piece of paper. “I was going through her secondary questionnaire.”

  Philippe took the paper and looked through it. “When did she turn this in?”

  “Before the feast, but I didn’t have time to get to hers. Now answer my question.”

  “Twice - no protection.” He read the first question twice over and cursed himself.

  “She could be pregnant as we speak, Philippe.”

  Philippe had spoken with the doctor who had looked over Maxine’s initial health records and Philippe had been told about her not having any babies, but damn if Maxine had made him lose his mind. That fact should have been questionable because the majority of the women had children and it was naturally to assume upon entry most of the women had their tubes tied or was on birth control.

  Stiffly, he said, “That’s my problem.”

  “No, it’s our problem,” Devon seethed.

  “Somehow your tight screening process missed one. It was bound to happen. Let it go. Some things are meant to be. Whatever happens will be and I won’t regret it. It’s not like I can’t afford a child if she becomes pregnant.” Philippe handed the questionnaire back to him. “It doesn’t matter and I don’t expect anyone to worry about it. I’ll pay Derrick and Lanna extra to keep an eye on her and monitor her for any strange behavior or symptoms,” he resolved simply.

  “How can you not be upset about this?” Devon asked incredulously. “She could file for child support. Expose you to the world. You should be very upset.”

  “Why should I be?” Philippe stepped to Devon. “What do you suggest I do?”

  “I suggest demoting her immediately; Placing her in the harem so others can fuck her. That way she won’t know whom the father could be if she is. She’d be too embarrassed to try to put paternity suits on all of us since she doesn’t know everyone she fucked. It’s happened before and they either abort the child or give it up for adoption.”

  Philippe had a feeling Devon was just looking for an excuse to have a go at Maxine. “No!” he said adamantly. “I’ll just wait. In two or three weeks I’ll order her to have a pregnancy test.”

  Devon folded the paper up and put it in his pocket. “Are you sure, Philippe?”

  Positive, he said, “Yes. I’m sure.”

  When Devon was gone, Philippe breathe a sigh of relief. How his slave could have gotten through the system must have been fate. If it was known earlier that she could get pregnant easily or didn’t have her tubes tied, then she wouldn’t have gotten in or measures would have been taken to prevent pregnancy.

  Going upstairs, he saw she had not moved since he had left her. Turning on the bedside lamp, he pulled the covers away and looked at her back. She had markings, yet they weren’t just scars. It looked as if someone had tortured her. One lash was so deep near the bottom of her back, he knew it had to have been debilitating when she had received it.

  Who had done this to her? Why had anyone done this to her? Sweet Jesus.

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p; Touching her back, he knew that it didn’t hurt her now, but she flinched anyway and awoke.

  “What time is it?” Maxine asked, turning to him and stretching.

  “Early. Too early. We just got to sleep.” He had to force himself to keep the anguish out of his voice. “I know this is late to ask, Maxine, but what methods of birth control do you use?”

  She came fully awake at this question. Her dark brown eyes glinted with something strange and then cleared. “I don’t use any.”

  Frowning worriedly, he said, “Aren’t you worried about getting pregnant?”

  Smiling, she reached up and cupped his face. “No, because I can’t,” she assured him. “I had a hysterectomy when I was a teenager. Botched abortion.”

  “Sweet Jesus,” he seethed allowing his anguish to show. “What happened, petite amie?”

  The familiar endearment he called her brought a blush to her lips. “Please, don’t worry, Philippe. It hadn’t been my first abortion like that. Matter of fact, it was about my third. I got pregnant by my foster dad when I was almost a teen.”

  The confession was a shock to Philippe and he just wanted to hold her until eternity ended. He wanted to protect her until it she was assured that no one would hurt her.

  Her past was more screwed than he thought, especially when he’d… He was angry more at himself than anything. How could it have gotten this bad?

  And the scars?

  He just meant to place a tender kiss on her forehead, but she moved her face up and kissed him on his lips. His heart wrenched every time she passionately moaned in pleasure. Knowing that he was giving her some moment of happiness thrilled him.

  “Again,” she begged in a whisper. “Please, Philippe.”

  Her request was sweet music to his ears. He moved over her. “Who’s your master, slave?” he whispered.

  “You… You are, Master,” she said without hesitation and then shrilled in ecstasy as he embedded himself deep in her. Her thighs were on his shoulders and he brought her to orgasm quickly, but he didn’t stop. They should have been more than exhausted, but at this moment he wanted to make sure she knew he was going to make her happy. Not just the master in this chamber, but her master of happiness and eventually love.

  At that moment, Philippe knew he wanted Maxine in his life forever. He was going to do whatever it took to make sure he got what he wanted and give her an infinity of happiness, no matter what.

  CHAPTER 18

  Derrick took her on a different path today and for a while she was worried if he was taking her to get where they were supposed to go. She did her best to memorize the path and listen to the sounds, but sometimes it felt like Derrick knew what she was doing and tried to confuse her.

  Once she was ordered to take off her blindfold, she looked around to see they were in a slightly large dance studio.

  This morning had been oddly ‘normal’ to her as Philippe awoke her to passionate soft kisses on her neck. They made love again and then showered together. Unfortunately as she tried to dress him, Philippe saw her blushes and that drove him to make love to her once more.

  “I must leave, mon bel amour,” he said, dressing again. “Business and then a meeting, but I will return. You have some things to do, while I’m gone.” He kissed her passionately as if he was never going to see her again, leaving her breathless and wanting more of him.

  Maxine sighed watching him walk down the stairs and leave their chamber.

  Their chamber.

  She repeated this over and over with a secret smile on her face. Philippe had changed her world. Her past. Her present. Her future in one night. It felt her memory of all things bad had been wiped cleaned. How could a man do this?

  She didn’t care!

  Returning to her current present, she watched Derrick leave her in that large room and Maxine spotted one of the women in the corner with the leash around her neck.

  Since no one else was around, Maxine walked towards her cautiously. She had her eyes closed and was in a kneeling position in deep meditation.

  “Can you speak?” Maxine asked, kneeling down in front of her.

  The woman slowly opened her eyes and looked as if she were going to cry, but fought it. Nodding, she said, “I was just waiting like I was told to do.”

  The leash wasn’t just ordinary. Now that Maxine had a close look at the leash, she saw there was a gold encrusted insignia crest on it much like the one that she had on her dress, but it was slightly different.

  “Who’s your master?”

  “Devon Walken,” the woman said obviously. “All of his are given these.” She touched leash around her neck that seemed to almost choke her. Maxine could almost imagine the marks that it left and knew the woman would have to soak her neck in cocoa butter and wear a lot of high neck shirts in order to cover up the bruising.

  “Is this what you want?” Maxine couldn’t help but to ask desperately noting the many bruises on the woman.

  “I should ask the same to you or you must be new?”

  Maxine nodded to the question.

  The young woman smiled impishly. “We all knew what we were signing up for before all this. Funny thing about greed; It makes everything alright.” She took a deep breath. “I’m Carla.”

  “Maxine,” she introduced. “What do you mean greed?”

  “I mean the thought of knowing you have invested in your future when you could never afford it makes doing this until they’re tired of you, alright. Most likely, I’ve got about five more years here before they just don’t call on me anymore, but for the rest of my life, to keep my mouth close, I am promised one thousand dollars and an anniversary bonus that increases the longer I obey until I die. With three kids, a lifetime of being on aid and no education where could I get something like that?”

  Maxine now could understand why these women accepted this. It was a golden opportunity and what didn’t kill them just made them stronger, but how could they ever live life normally knowing what they did to get there.

  “You aren’t afraid that one day, someone might break a bone when they beat you, or ruin your face?”

  Carla shook her head. “There are doctors here. Some of the finest plastic surgeons and dermatologists on the east coast are here. They’ll make sure you don’t have a mark when it’s all over. Although, just a couple of weeks ago, I heard my master…” She covered her mouth quickly because they both heard someone walk outside the door.

  “How long have you been here?” Maxine questioned changing the subject to keep the woman talking.

  “Three years. They still blind fold me, but I’m pretty sure I could find my way around this place even without a blindfold.”

  Offhandedly, Maxine decided to ask, “So you’d know how to get to Devon’s chambers from here?”

  Carla nodded proudly and leaned forward as if others were listening. “Actually it’s not too far from here cause I’m allowed to come to this class often. Sometimes they take me up the elevator and other times when the handlers want to get there fast, they leave out this door, go to the left, walk up about three flights of stairs and then they go down a long hallway to these thick doors. I know they’re thick cause of the way they sound when they close and they’re heavy, cause sometimes the smaller built handlers strain when they open it.”

  Maxine decided to ask, since Carla had been here for so long, “Why haven’t anyone ever told others about this place? Like media or human rights people?”

  A look of fear came to Carla’s features. “We don’t want people to know.”

  The answer actually shocked Maxine. “What do you mean we? You? Other women? Or do the masters make you fearful not to.”

  “Despite some of the masters being hard on the women here, this is a good thing for us. Where else would you get this kind of help? Plus didn’t you get the ten thousand dollar confidentiality agreement when you first signed you up? It specifically states what you can’t talk about to others who aren’t apart of this organization.”

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bsp; Maxine acted like she had slightly forgotten. “Oh yeah, I remember but it doesn’t really state what to expect.” She was hopeing her assumption was right.

  Shaking her head, Carla said, “But you have an opt out after the first night. Didn’t you read that part.”

  Lying again, Maxine answered, “Yes, but my master seems nice compared to others, especially yours. You stay even though beat you.”

  Carla shrugged. “I think I’ll gladly take ten years of a white man laying his hands on me than a lifetime of my man beating me. At least the white man takes care of me, gives me gifts and sometimes makes me feel special. I’d never have an opportunity like this out there.” Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, she asked, “You weren’t thinking about-“

  “No!” Maxine said quickly, trying to assuage Carla’s worries. “I’d never want to tell. I was just curious why no other girl tells. Like I said my master treats me nicely.” This was a very true statement. Compared to what she had heard all night, Philippe had been a wonderful master to her, almost the true lover she had always wanted.

  Their bodies had become one and Maxine had never thought she could have utterly enjoyed the pleasure of a man’s body so deep in hers. Color had not mattered to her at that moment, nor did it mean a damn thing by the third time that night. All she cared about was that Philippe never stopped making love to her and she could not wait for them to make love again.

  Anna accompanied by a heavy dark handler. Anna gave her that suspicious glare and for once wasn’t so snobby, but just chose not to speak at all to either of them. The handler left immediately, but another handler arrived shortly after with two other women. Nicole came in behind the second handler alone and conducted the class with Carla’s assistance.

  It was two hours and Maxine loved the exercise.

  Anna often gave her dirty looks and when Nicole wasn’t looking, Anna succeeded in tripping Maxine.