Sold For Pleasure Vol. 3: Dark Erotic Series

by Lucy Lixx

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  I nearly cut myself. The knife grazed my skin, making me swear as I was sharply pulled back into reality. Cursing, I went to clean the blade and put the cabbage in the colander so that I could rinse it. Stir fry was one of my mother’s favorite, and since I hadn’t seen her in so long (she had been in Wales for the longest time on another ‘finding herself’ mission, and had gotten in earlier this month without telling me), I wanted to make a good impression. It didn’t take long for me to get back in the hang of everything, once again feeling the slickness between my legs as I started to drip, thinking of all of the ways he had opened me up before him, making my most primal side scream with wild abandon for him to never stop.

  I hadn’t thought such positions were even able to be done. With the way he had me bent almost in half. I could see myself dripping. I could see my pussy lips stretched out around his dark, midnight shaft as it plunged into me again and again. I could see his glutes squeeze every time he thrust into me particularly hard, and I stared at our lovemaking, my small hands on my large breasts. It had taken me a week to trust him to contort me in such a fashion, and even now my muscles strained, but it felt good. It made the release all the more worth it as I watched my legs were held up in the air by his strong hands. My back curved against the headboard as he pounded into me.

  “Oh God, Ivan.” I shouted as I came. Again. I had come so many times I had long ago lost track. This man seemed to know how to play my body like no other could. He seemed to be able to play my body better than even I could, and he had long since made any toy I had completely worthless to me. I was addicted, and in that moment I didn’t care.

  “Oh, Carlie.” He grunted as he continued. “Shush, now. I’ll put that pretty little mouth of yours to use cleaning me off when I’m done.” He had growled at me, much like the animal he was when he was lost in the pleasure of my body. I came at those words too.

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  The vegetables were all done now. I made a mental note, trying to wrench myself from the thoughts again. It had been a week since I had seen or heard from him. I couldn’t help but to wonder what I had done wrong. I knew I’d have to find him again, and it irked me how he obviously felt it okay to go missing in action whenever he felt the need, as if what we had was nothing. I’m not a doll to be taken off a shelf and played with at will, I fumed with irritation, thinking of how badly he handled me emotionally at times. But, honestly at the moment my body needed him far worse than my ego, and I had been aching since the last time he had played my body to a tune that only he seemed to know.

  Cauliflower? Check. Broccoli? Check. Cabbage, carrots, onion, sweet potato, which my mother loved. It was all there, and yet I couldn’t help but to think I was missing something. The jasmine rice was waiting, and then it hit me. I had almost forgot the damn chicken. I had marinated it yesterday in all of the Caribbean spices my mother loved, but I had almost forgot to actually start cooking the damn thing. God. Even without him being here he wreaked havoc on me. I started to heat the coconut oil in the large skillet, putting the chicken in just as it started to sizzle before being pulled back into my own head, consumed by my need for him.

  Chapter Three

  Moving around the kitchen, as I prepared dinner, I was practically entranced…overcome by memories of our various coupling. My body ebbed in and out of lust with desire, as I mindlessly recalling the sweet pleasure of our last encounter.

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  Ivan had tied me up tonight. I had expected him to use silk bondage rope, maybe his tie, anything but what he had used. Just like everything about him, he once again surprised me by pulling out the zip ties. Hard plastic cut into my wrist, and I knew I was completely at this god’s mercy. He was going to play my body like the violin it was.

  I had looked at him with excitement, a mild amount of fear running through me as he put the blindfold on me. After weeks of not seeing him, my body was ripe, primed and ready to be plucked. My hands were secured behind me. I was thrown onto my back, and his silky, satin sheets seemed too soft in comparison to what he was going to do to me, making me vulnerable to him again because without my eyesight, all I could do was feel. It made Ivan that much more intense, just like every orgasm he pulled out of my supple body.

  “You’ll have to trust me now, little one.” He teased.

  He often called me ‘little one’ or ‘little slut’ due to our age difference. At first it had bothered me, but now it seemed a dark promise that he would soon make me become undone. I didn’t trust him, but now I had no choice. I knew that he’d do anything to cause me pain and pleasure, mixed together in an intoxicating way I just couldn’t get enough of.

  His thumb was at my ass, and my eyes widened, but he threatened to take away my sight, and so I closed my eyes, trying to relax as he pushed his thumb inside of me, opening up my ass to him.

  I knew what he wanted, but I had yet to give it to him. I had yet to give him all of me, but Ivan was good at taking what he wanted, and he was even better at making you think that you wanted to give it to him all along. That’s what I thought now. That I wanted him to have it, but I was just too afraid. He had taken that fear from me, and here I had no choice but to enjoy every moment he gave to me. His other fingers were at my clit, rubbing in soft, slow circles.

  “Relax for me, my little slut.” He told me before his thumb fully entered me, and I did relax. He had played with my ass multiple times. I was lost in the pleasure as he added another finger, using lube to make sure that his fingers glided into my anal ring easily, opening me up for him.

  “If I don’t open you up this is going to hurt a lot more than it should.” He consoled me, seeming to whisper it as a promise of pleasure.

  I could feel myself clench, somehow on the verge of coming as this dark, beautiful god toyed with me, leading me to the brink of orgasm and keeping me there. It wasn’t long before he withdrew his fingers, replacing it with his thick cock, trying to push it into me where I thought it’d never fit. He leaned down to kiss me, bending me again as the heels of my feet rested on his broad shoulders, and his soft lips met mine, kissing me as I cried out as he finally entered me there. I had never felt as full as he thrust his hips back and forth, working himself deep inside of me. Pain ebbed away giving way to pleasure that I had never known as Ivan used me in a primal, carnal way that only he seemed to be able to do, giving me orgasm after orgasm in the process.

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  Chapter Four

  I almost cursed again. The chicken was browned perfectly, but now I was aching. If I hadn’t been wearing a bright blue thong with a matching bra, I was sure that my juices would be dripping down my legs, and my thong would only keep my wetness from doing so for so long. I had made sure to remove the wine from the freezer, but placed the glasses in it. My mother said she’d be bringing a date, but I tried not to think of what businessman she may have ended up with this time. It was too much to think about. I never really liked them, and they never really lasted. No matter how much mother said they’d’ last this time.

  “This time, next time, that time,” she had said the same thing when I was growing up, but no one ever lasted. I never had a dad, but that was just fine for me. I went back to steaming the vegetables in the wok, looking at the clock. I knew that she’d be here soon. I didn’t want to think about Ivan anymore. I knew I’d be useless company at dinner if I did. I had to somehow escape the way his absence haunted my desires for him. But at this moment I just wanted to run to my bedroom, grab my vibrator, and ease this incessant need.

  I had gone to the gym every day since he seemed to have disappeared. Ivan had not shown up, and it had made me feel more frustrated by the day. Just as I thought everything was going as planned, and that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate much longer, the choice was taken from me. I heard the doorbell ring. I yelled for them to come in, and sure enough my mother walked through the door. Her hair was the perfect caramel color, with red highlights. My mother always loved red, and her hair always lay relaxed, unlike my unruly, curly ha
ir. She smiled at me with those bright green eyes of her and she was even tanner than the last I saw her.

  “Baby! It smells delicious in here.” She said in that sugary sweet voice of hers.

  “Hey mom. Where’s that boyfriend of yours?” I asked, expecting her to say that she got tired of him.

  “Oh he’ll be up in a moment. He’s taking a call at the moment. Business.” She said, waiving it off as if there was no real reason he wouldn’t be there.

  “Oh, stir fry. You flatter me. You usually make some health-nut choice, but this smells great.” She said, and I tried not to let my mother’s comment sting.

  I wasn’t a health-nut. I just liked looking good. My mother did as well, but she was a little more padded than I was. She was curvy, but proportionate. Not like me. I liked my exaggerated figure eight, and I knew that men loved the perfect hourglass as well. Like Ivan. I thought.

  “Ivan.” I heard my mother say, as if hearing my thoughts and I couldn’t help but to be startled.

  “Ivan?” I mimicked, trying to figure out how my mother had seemed to know the man who was on my mind, and that’s when I saw him walk through the door.

  I thought my heart was going to explode and I was going to implode with the sheer need I felt at him. I wanted to be angry, but if he was here to whisk me away, how could I be? I just wanted to be in his arms again or in his bed. I didn’t care which, but that’s when the impossible seemed to happen and things got even weirder. I didn’t know what to think. He looked just as much like charred bronze perfection as he did the first time I saw him, almost two months ago in the gym.

  He looked just as muscular as every time we were in the bed together. Or the floor. Or the shower. I thought, trying to cut those thoughts off, but I wasn’t the one in his arms this time. My mother was. It was like my whole world shattered, and I didn’t know what to do about it. The rest of the evening would be torture. I’d sit there and chat with my mother, smiling and trying not to let that smile fall. I knew she didn’t know that I had intimately been with the person that may as well be my new father soon.

  Ivan glanced at me in a way that made me flush with heat and have to excuse myself more times than once. My mother was convinced I may have come down sick, to which I replied that I planned to sweat out my frustration later at the gym. Ivan mentioned he’d probably go to the gym tomorrow too. It was an off-hand comment, but it seemed to be directed at me with such an intensity I didn’t know what to do with it. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

  Chapter Five

  I had tossed and turned all night sobbing over his betrayal, yet still lusting for him, remembering how he had contorted me and made me scream his name. I remembered how much I ached for him, and waking up was the same. I tried to take a long, cold shower to sober my distorted emotions, before I heading to the gym, but it was useless. I was once again sucked into the memory of how he had taken me; how he had betrayed me.

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  His cock thrust in and out of my pussy, making me ache for him. I cried out, pushing back against him as much as I could. He had me tied to the bed. My hands were fastened with zip ties to his headboard again, and the bed creaked under us. I could feel him filling every inch of me as his calloused hands worked over my breasts. He tugged on the chain that connected the nipple clamps together, which he had fastened to me tightly the moment he had my hands tied to the bedpost.

  I shivered again as he pushed inside of me, thrusting in and out, before getting on the verge of coming, and Ivan had pulled back. He always knew when to pull back, as if me orgasming was something he gave me, and he wouldn’t give it to me until he felt like it. It was both humiliating and exciting. I could feel myself blush a deep, dark red.

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  My subconscious continued to punish me with daydreams, and when I stumbled yet again into reality, all wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to think of the moments I had shared with Ivan. I didn’t want to think of him as he was last night. With my mother. I wanted to think of us. I wanted to think of the way he told me that people were meant to work out. I just wanted everything to go back to normal, but I knew it wouldn’t. When I finally stepped out of the shower, I was able to get dressed, drying and tying my hair back.

  I drove to the gym, and I was prepared to stay there all day if I had to. I was going to see Ivan. How could he be with my mother? How come he didn’t call me? Why didn’t he say anything when he got there? Everything was spinning in my head so far, that I couldn’t think of anything else, and anger was rolling up inside of me. When I got to the gym, it seemed almost anticlimactic. He wasn’t there, and so I tried to burn off as much energy as I could just working out. It felt right, but it was also empty.

  Every time that I looked around, I was looking for Ivan, but he wasn’t there yet. I put in my headphones, turning on Nightwish until her soprano voice was singing so loudly in my head that I couldn’t think of anything else. When I gave up and stopped thinking about seeing Ivan every moment, that’s when I saw him. I hadn’t seen when he’d gotten there. He was once again, as usual, pumping iron. Like déjà vu all over again, he looked every part of the god that he was the first time I laid eyes on him, and it made me wet for him all over again.

  It also sparked the anger that I felt before, and I didn’t hesitate to put everything aside and go over there this time. I stormed over there, and he looked at me as I came over. His eyes were once again all too aware of me, and he just looked at me walking across the gym; my large hips swaying as sweat glistened on that perfect chest of his. I somehow knew that he wouldn’t stop even when I wanted him to. I knew that he would keep going until his rep was done, and that was too much to bear, but I waited there, tapping my foot. I could feel onlookers watching.

  Their gaze seemed to burn into us, and they always watched us when we were together. I tried not to think about all the things Ivan had said. Trying to erase all the promises and sweet words he’d ever uttered that had put me under his spell.

  When he was done, he motioned for me to follow, and like the love-sick, desperate-for-attention puppy I was, I followed that silent command as if it were spoken into my very head. I knew that Ivan didn’t want to talk here. He wanted to be outside the gym, in the parking lot, away from nosey onlookers whom I was sure could have cut the tension they saw between us with a knife. I expected us to go out front, but he slipped out a door that was marked ‘employees only’. I didn’t question why he felt so confident about using that door, because the foolish naïve little girl inside of me had never ever thought to question any of his prior actions…until today. We were behind the building when the door closed. It was so quiet compared to the gym.

  “Yes?” he said, and I lost it. His voice was so arrogant. It seemed too controlled, and nothing inside of me was controlled. He leaned against the brick wall.

  “The fuck do you mean ‘yes’?” I shouted at him, and my perfectly manicured hands were pressed into small fists, nails digging into my own palms.

  “I mean what is it you so desperately wanted to talk about, Carlie?” He said, and I bit my lip, shaking my head in disgust.

  “Why didn’t you call me? Where did you go? Didn’t I matter to you? You’re fucking my mother!” I screamed, and everything was slipping out in a jumbled rush of emotion. “Why are you now suddenly fucking my mom?” I shouted, and Ivan did the very thing I didn’t expect. He laughed. I watched his dark, glinting muscles ripple in his chest as he chuckled. I went to slap him, but Ivan’s reflexes were too quick. Before I knew it I was the one with my back pressed against the wall, and he was pressing into me.

  “You don’t want those answers.” He whispered softly into my ear, and his hand was enclosed gently around my wrist, restraining me, but not hurting me. I was under his control and we both knew it, but I knew he was waiting for it. An invitation inside of me, and I hated that I ached to give it to him. I was still so angry.

  “What the hell do you expect from me?” I shouted, but there was no need to shout. His bo
dy was pressed against mine now, and he had my hand pressed firmly to the brick behind us. His hips were pressed against mine.

  “Do you want to fuck me again? Do you want me to call you Daddy? Is that you sick, twisted fantasy to have us both?” I practically spat with disgust, shouting it at him, and to my surprise I could feel him grow hard at the word.

  “I like control, Carlie, and you like giving it.” He whispered seductively in my ear.

  “Oh that is it, isn’t it?” I said in shock, but I was already grinding my hips into his, feeling his hard, long cock against me, reminding me of all the pleasures that it could bring me.

  “What?” He said, waiting.

  “It’s one thing if you want me to call you Daddy, but another if you are trying to be my Daddy” I spewed with venom, and he said nothing. Ivan just pressed into me, and I could feel my nipples hardening under my sports bra. I was all too aware of how turned on he was getting with the way his chest rose and fell. Despite my rage, I could feel my own thighs slick with juices, and something changed. I was angry, but more than anything I wanted to feel him inside of me again. Right now. I didn’t care why. I didn’t care why he was so turned on even. All I cared about was that he was, and I wanted him as much as I had the first day I saw him. If not more.

  Chapter Six

  “Fuck me, Daddy.” I said, and it was like releasing a tidal wave.

  We were a blur of emotion and raw need. My shirt littered the ground along with my sports bra, and then it was my bare chest against his muscular one. His hand released my wrist long before then to make sure that I was bare to him. his strong hands went down to work my pants off, pulling them down around my ankles, stopped from going further by my running shoes, and his hard cock was straining at his gym shorts, and I knew that it wouldn’t contain him for long. His mouth was wrapped around my nipple as he pushed my delicate, olive colored skin into the hard, red brick. My mind wasn’t on my discomfort for long as his mouth worked the wonders I knew it was capable of.