Faith (A Dark Romance Novel)

by Towers, Terry

  My thoughts drifted to the other woman. She’d been beaten and bruised, but what had been even more disturbing than that was the fact I’d seen nothingness in her eyes. There had been no hope, no fight, no nothing. Like she was a living zombie.

  Was I going to end up like that?

  You’ll be my greatest accomplishment and I’ll display you with pride…

  His words echoed through my head. I couldn’t end up like her. I couldn’t. There was no way that was God’s plan for me. With a sigh, I slid from the bed and got onto my knees at the side. Placing my elbows onto the mattress, I steepled my fingers together, closed my eyes and pressed my forehead to my fingertips. He could take away my dignity, he could take my virginity and he could take me away from my family, but there was one thing he’d never be able to take from me…my faith. I might not be the most devoted of Christians, and sometimes I strayed, but I tried. That had to amount to something, right?

  Tanner

  Watching her from my office, on her knees praying for some sort of miracle from a God that didn’t exist, was actually rather erotic to me. Call me narcissistic but the closest thing to God she had right now was me. I’d trained religious women before, but none quite like her. Normally excessively religious women were tricky to train. Women who were so brainwashed to the concept of God didn’t break; they shattered, the pieces too many to properly be reassembled. It was as if the shock of their situation plus their realization that there was no God or afterlife or divine plan became too much for them to handle. Many times they became so insane that they ended up needing to be disposed of.

  I didn’t think that would be the case with Emily. Despite her religious background I could tell there was a suppressed wild streak running through her, begging to be unleashed. I also sensed that there was a sliver of doubt within her, and all I needed was the sliver and I could work my magic. When she finally gave in and let go it would be beautiful, and I was confident that my experiment to incorporate Lance’s philosophies in training her would work wonders.

  Chapter 6

  Emily

  I didn’t get it. It had been four days, maybe five, and other than getting my meals from him – three square meals a day – I barely saw or spoke to Tanner. Was his plan to torture me to death via boredom? If it was then he was becoming very successful in his master plan. As much as I hated him, I was actually starting to welcome his visits since they broke up the day, which I otherwise spent sleeping and praying.

  The sound of Tanner coming down the hallway was my cue. Yanking the towel from my body, I tossed it into the sink in the bathroom and raced to the bed and sat primly on the side, my hands folded on my lap, waiting for him to open the door.

  The door opened and Tanner stood in the entranceway, his large frame filling up much of the open doorway. His chest was naked, but his lower half was covered in his usual faded and slightly ripped blue jeans. I frowned. He didn’t have a tray of food with him.

  “What’s the problem?” He entered the room and closed the door, locking it behind him and pocketing the keys.

  I cocked my head to the side, my frown deepening. “Isn’t it suppertime, Master?”

  “Nope.” He strolled over to the chair by the door and flopped into it, reclining back and watching me.

  “Then why are you here? Master.”

  His face remained unreadable. “In case you’ve forgotten, you’re here to be trained, not for me to be your cook and servant.”

  The mention of my training made me visibly cringe. The previous days there hadn’t been a word spoken of training or why I was there. We would talk about nothing personal, just general stuff, favourite sports, books and whatnot. It had been turning into a messed-up kind of friendship.

  “Now sugar, you didn’t think we were going to continue with the way things have been – did you?” He always seemed to have a cutesie name for me – sugar, honey, baby, sweetness, love. Always something.

  “I – ummm.” My heart was beginning to thump rapidly in my chest and the fact I was naked seemed to become an issue again. I had to fight the urge to try to cover myself from his dark gaze. “I just…”

  “The free ride is officially over. I have some business associates coming in a little over a week and you need to be ready.”

  “Ready? You’re selling me? But…”

  “No, no.” He leaned forward in his chair and braced his elbows on his knees. “They are here to bid on Victoria. But in order to drum up potential interest in you, you will also be on display.”

  “What do you mean by ‘on display’, Sir?”

  He smiled but ignored the question as he stood up. “So let’s begin. Lie back – I want to see your pussy.”

  “But, I’ve already…”

  His smile faded and his dark eyes grew stormy. “I think you’re forgetting how to address me and what will happen if you disobey. Should I bring Victoria in to remind you? Or maybe I should just go get your sister now…”

  He didn’t have to say another word. I crawled farther back on the bed, my body trembling as I positioned myself, closing my eyes in an attempt to block out the humiliation that was about to happen. I couldn’t believe I’d actually started to internally complain I was getting bored of being left alone.

  Be careful what you wish for, baby girl, my father’s voice chimed in.

  I spread my legs, drawing up my knees, and slid my hand down my stomach to cover my mound. “I can’t…Master.” His footsteps drew nearer until I could feel him standing at my side. His eyes seemed to burn into me.

  “Open your eyes and look at me, slave.” I bit down on my lower lip to keep it from trembling as I opened my eyes, confirming that he was in fact staring down at me. “I’ll ask you a final time – otherwise I tie you up, take a picture and mail it to your family.”

  My fingers trembled as I spread my labia, exposing myself to him.

  “Good. Was that so hard?”

  I shook my head. “No, Master.”

  “Good. Remove your hand and place your hands over your head.” I did as told and yelped as he sat down on the bed next to me. “It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked a virgin. It was a big no-no where I used to work.” His gaze locked onto mine as he leaned over me and a wickedly sexy smile spread across his lips. He ran his index finger along my collarbone and my body trembled, although I wasn’t sure if it was because of fear or because of the anticipation as I lay naked under him with his index finger slowly making its way down my body.

  “Please, Master. I’ve never been touched.” I gulped down the lump forming in my throat.

  “Touched where?” His finger slid along the valley between my breasts. “Say it, sweetness.”

  “Down there.”

  He laughed. “Considering you’re naked and trembling as I touch you – don’t dare deny it’s not only because of fear – I would think you could be a little more descriptive.”

  As his finger slid down my torso, my body began to grow warm and a soft throbbing began between my legs. “Want do you want me to say, Master?”

  “Cunt. Pussy. But ‘down there’ or ‘you know’ or whatever flowery way you want to describe it isn’t going to cut it, baby.” His finger paused at my navel and he began to lazily make circles on my lower stomach.

  I cringed at the terms. I didn’t use words like that. Decent women didn’t talk like that. But I needed to please him. I needed to do this if I wanted to keep my family safe. I swallowed down my pride. “I’ve never had anyone touch my…” My cheeks began to burn. “My pussy before.”

  A smile spread across his lips. “Never?” Despite his question I could see he knew I was telling the truth.

  “Never, Master.”

  “My God, you really are pure. It’s…so enticing. Sweet Emily, it’s not all about pain. The pleasures I’m going to show you…” He lowered his head and his lips grazed the side of my neck. I trembled, a whimper escaping me. He pulled back to look back down into my eyes again. “All of your firsts will be m
ine. I really like that. So many women these days are whores before they even graduate high school. I was going to try to keep you a virgin until auction, but I don’t want to.” His finger dipped lower and he took a minute to play with the hair covering my mound. “This needs to go; I want you clean shaven. But don’t worry, I’ll do it for you.”

  If I’d thought my cheeks were burning before, they were red hot now. The thought of him between my legs shaving my privates... My God. He didn’t give me a chance to protest being shaved, because his finger dipped lower between my folds. When his finger found my clit and he applied pressure, the foreign pleasure sent a jolt through me; my eyes closed and I cried out.

  “Please…I can’t.” Forgetting that I was required to keep my hands above my head, I placed my palms on his chest and attempted to push him away.

  “Oh no. We’re not done, not by a long shot.” He was quick, shifting over me as he grabbed my hands and secured them above my head, his one large hand holding mine together. His finger was joined by a second as he rolled my clit between his fingertips, sending waves of pleasure through me. But as powerful as the pleasure was, the shame was also great. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. He was evil, pure wickedness for making me feel this way.

  I struggled against him as my juices began to gather between my legs, be damned the consequences, but it only encouraged him. His fingers shifted from my clit and he slipped them along my slit, spreading my juices back and forth along me before slowly pressing a finger into my core.

  Closing my eyes, I screamed, my struggles becoming more violent as I attempted to ignore the feelings he was provoking in me as a second finger joined the first, stretching me and stroking my inner wall. His hold tightened on my wrists. “You may say you don’t want this, but your body is saying otherwise. Fuck, you’re so wet.”

  “Let me go!” Fists tightening above my head, I bucked against his hand, but it only increased my desire for him. Despite the shame I was feeling, my body was demanding more. I moaned. I wanted it to end and didn’t want it to stop at the same time.

  Tanner leaned in to me again, his lips brushing the side of my neck as his fingers continued their torment. “You first, honey. Let go for me.” His voice and his words flowed through me. He shifted over me; the ridge of his erection beneath the denim had become thick and hard as it rubbed against my thigh.

  “Tanner… Master, please stop.” I was going to come, but I didn’t want to. His thumb on my clit joined in the torture and that became my undoing. My body betrayed me as I reached a point of desire that I’d never felt before, a pleasure I’d never imagined possible. I screamed out a final time, hot tears stinging my eyes as my pussy clenched around his probing fingers and my body released, my cream greeting his fingers.

  His teeth nipped at my throat as he groaned softly. “Was that so bad? Am I such a horrible person to make you feel so good?”

  I turned my face away from him so he couldn’t see the shame, or the fact he was right – he had made me feel good. Maybe underneath it all I was a wanton whore and this was what I deserved.

  Tanner

  I slipped my fingers from her moist, inviting pussy. Well, that hadn’t gone so badly; her body was certainly responsive despite her reluctance to admit it. But that was okay, she’d come around. Considering it was the first time she’d ever been touched in such a manner, I was almost proud of her. There had been a brief moment as she looked up at me as she was about to come when her eyes and expression had betrayed her and I’d been able to see the ecstasy she’d been feeling – it was encouraging.

  There was so much I wanted to pursue with her at that moment, in particular the ache in my jeans. But I’d wait. Maybe after I’d fed her and given her some time for what we’d done to sink in. If she’d had more experience I would have been getting the relief I needed, but alas, the pitfalls of taking someone so green.

  Getting off the bed, I stood at the side, staring down at her. My eyes did a sweep of her beautiful body. At least she wasn’t attempting to cover herself from my eyes, but she was adamant in her decision not look at me.

  Fair enough.

  “I’ll go get you your supper, sweetness.” I spun and crossed the room in a half-dozen long strides. After leaving the room and locking it behind me, I glanced down the hallway toward Victoria’s room. My cock was throbbing; I could pop in for some quick relief. I took two steps toward her room and stopped. Something about the idea of looking down into her emotionless eyes as she sucked me turned me off…repulsed me, really. Yes, I’m an evil bastard; her eyes were soulless because of me.

  I sighed. Fuck it, I’d deal with the ache in my cock and balls myself. Making dinner for the three of us might be enough to distract me until the ache went away.

  Emily

  I didn’t move from where Tanner had left me on the bed. I refused to cry – I wouldn’t! I knew that if I let myself go completely over him fingering me I was going to be in for a very long, hard ride. I sniffed as I turned and buried my face into my pillow. Why did I have to like it? I hated him. He wasn’t a man, he was evil. Pure evil. Only someone with a heart as dark as coal would do to a person what he was doing to me and what he’d done to Victoria and God only knew how many others.

  But I’d liked it. My body had responded.

  I hated myself at that moment.

  My stomach grumbled, pulling me from my pity and self-loathing party. Sitting up, I looked up at the camera pointed at the bed. Had he watched me after he left? Was he watching me now?

  My eyes narrowed as I glared up at the camera. The damned camera. Anger surged through me as I stuck my hand out and gave the camera the middle finger. Flipping someone the bird was a useless, ignorant gesture used by people who weren’t intelligent enough to vocalize their grievances in a mature manner. Despite my previous feelings on the gesture, it seemed more than appropriate. I could have sworn I heard the faint sound of laughter echoing throughout the house.

  Chapter 7

  Emily

  By the time I heard footsteps coming down the hallway I’d become so hungry that I think I would have done just about anything for a dinner roll, but I’d be damned if I’d let him know that. I quickly manned the position, sitting primly on the edge of the bed as I waited for him to enter.

  The door opened and, thank God, he had a tray of food in his hands. Relief flooded me, and for the first time since he’d taken me I smiled at him, a real, genuine smile.

  “Now look at you. What have I done to warrant a smile?” He motioned with his head toward the tray.

  Getting up, I walked over to him and accepted the tray and quickly made my way back to the bed. With my legs crossed in front of me, I placed the tray on my lap and surveyed the contents. Pizza! He cooked me a meat pizza. And it looked amazing. With the pizza came a bottle of soda and some cheese breadsticks.

  Smiling, I picked up one of the two large, triangle-shaped slices and took a bite. It tasted like heaven, the mixture of cheese, pepperoni and bacon teasing my tastebuds. I released a low moan as I chewed and opened my bottle of soda.

  “I guess I don’t have to ask if you like it.”

  I shook my head without bothering to look up. Grabbing a breadstick, I devoured it in seconds. One good thing about being a captive was the fact that I didn’t have to care about table manners. I could make a pig out of myself without caring what he thought of me.

  Once the first slice was finished, I chanced a glance up at Tanner to see him staring at me, clearly amused. “Why were you late with dinner, Sir?”

  He laughed, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. “How do you know I’m late?”

  “’Cause I’m so hungry. I’m never this hungry, so I assume you were late.”

  “Yeah, I had some business to attend to.”

  I licked my lips as I eyed him. “What kind of business?”

  “None of your business type of business.” Despite his words, his smile didn’t fade and there was a lightness in his tone. For t
he first time since I’d been taken, I started to remember why I’d been attracted to him at the club. He was really sexy when he smiled and wasn’t being a demanding, chauvinistic, narcissistic, rapist dick.

  “Just wondering.”

  “And you’re becoming a little lax with the Master/Sir responses, darlin’. I think you might want to keep that in mind.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I was so happy with the food, I didn’t even begrudge the fact I had to call him Sir. It’s funny how situations like that give a girl perspective on what’s really important. Finished with my meal, I set the tray to the side, then looked up at him, waiting to see if that was all he wanted of me for the night.

  “All right, since you appear to be finished, we have a little something that needs to be done.” He stood and grabbed a small black leather bag that he had set next to him on the chair. I’d been so excited to see the pizza I hadn’t even noticed he had anything else with him.

  “What’s in the bag, Sir?”

  “Come with me to the bathroom.” He crooked his finger at me and started walking toward the bathroom, knowing I’d follow. It immediately became clear what he planned on doing. Knowing there was no point in protesting, I got off of the bed and followed. I should have known there would be a price to pay for the pizza, but oh my, it had been a good pizza.

  “If you leave the stuff here I’ll do it myself, Master,” I said as I entered the bathroom where he was patiently waiting, reclined back against the bathroom counter.

  He laughed. “So you can attempt to slit my throat when I return with the razor? No thanks.” He patted the countertop. “Hop up.”

  I hesitated to jump onto the counter. “I wouldn’t slit your throat. Murder’s a sin, Master.”

  “Right. So I heard. Hop up.” He patted the countertop again. “Don’t make me ask you again.”