Faith (A Dark Romance Novel)

by Towers, Terry

  Her smile faded. “What are you going to do?”

  Flynn came to mind. I had yet to get hold of Flynn and find out the price for taking care of Pastor William for me. I was sure whatever it was, it wouldn’t be cheap and it wouldn’t be money he’d want. I owed him twice over now. We’d work something out. I didn’t give Emily any indication of what I was thinking; instead I smiled and shrugged. “Well, I’ve got enough money to last us our lifetime over if we’re careful. Retire. We could travel. I could take up playing World of Warcraft. Dunno.”

  She giggled. “I don’t see you as a gamer type.”

  Giving her a wink, I replied, “Oh honey, you should know by now I love games.” I was given an eye roll in response for that. Truth was, I honestly didn’t know. I hadn’t been thinking long term for the past few weeks now – things were happening so fast all I could think of was the here and now.

  “Come on, be serious.”

  “Let’s just play it by ear. From here on in, it’s going to get better, I promise.”

  Chapter 30

  ~ Six months later ~

  Emily

  “Emily! When I get loose, you’ll be sorry,” Tanner bellowed from the other room.

  I bit down on my lower lip to keep from laughing. His threats at one time would have sent a bolt of fear through me, but not anymore. His words were meaningless, but his predicament wasn’t. I’d drugged him – nothing major, just a little sleeping pill in his evening brandy – then tied his hands to the bedposts while he slept and inserted the vibrating anal plug into his ass. It would take some time for him to get free. He would – eventually – and be severely horny and pissed. Then the games would begin.

  Forcing myself to remain calm – if I laughed it would break the scenario I’d set up – I strolled into the bedroom and over to his bedside. He was naked, his cock rock solid, and he was yanking with such force at the bindings that his wrists were becoming raw.

  “Problem, Master?” I cocked an eyebrow at him and waited for his gaze to meet mine.

  “Emily. Let me go.”

  I shook my head. “Nope.” First would come the bargaining, then the threats. It had become a routine.

  “Let me go and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

  I reached down and grasped his cock, stroking him until a drop of pre-cum pearled at the tip. “Nope.”

  He groaned, fisting his hands above his head and struggling with more force, his gaze becoming fierce.

  Releasing him, I straightened back up. “Sorry, Sir.” He hated when I used Sir and Master with condescension in my tone. But I needed him frustrated and angered – it made the games all the more exciting and satisfying in the end.

  The first couple of times we’d done this, I’ll be honest, a part of me had been scared I’d pushed him too far and he’d end up taking his rage out on me. Playing this game was like unleashing an angered tiger and expecting it to go back into its cage. But he never did. No matter how much I screamed, clawed, bit, when he eventually caught me, he never hurt me. Though the scars on his otherwise beautifully muscular body, put there by my hand, were increasing.

  When he caught me he did punish me, but it wasn’t with whips or canes or anything of the sort. No, none of that, but he would make me scream, over and over again until we were both exhausted to the point of falling asleep in each other’s arms wherever it was that he’d caught me.

  These games seemed to feed the beast within him and kept him docile. I’m sure that there are dozens of shrinks who would love to have us in their office, questioning the mental health of both of us. To most our mock capture and rape scenarios would be sick and perverted, but to us it was all a game, an essential addition to our already varied sex life.

  “Emily. I swear to whatever God you foolishly believe in…”

  I almost lost it right then and bit down on my lip once more to keep from laughing.

  “Master, I hardly think we need to bring our lord and saviour into this.”

  His dark eyes narrowed at me. “Slave, I’ll have you on your knees praying to my cock when I get free.”

  I cocked a brow up at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “That so? Considering you’re the one tied to a bed, I’d hardly call me the slave, Master.”

  My eyes scanned the length of his body and landed on his dick again. Heat flared up between my legs and it was taking all my strength to keep from saying to hell with the games, stripping and riding his cock until I’d had my fill.

  You know what? I think I will. I looked at his bonds again. Still secure. It would take some time for him to free himself. Yes, I definitely had time to ride him, get off and make a run for it.

  “What are you doing?” He eyed me with suspicion as I undid the delicate pearl buttons of the sheer white blouse I was wearing and then shimmied out of the black pencil skirt. Reaching behind me, I undid the clasp on my bra and last but not least the matching pale yellow lace panties slid down my legs to puddle at my feet with the skirt.

  “Taking what I want. Try and stop me.” Giving him a cocky grin that received a scowl in return, I climbed onto the bed. Swinging my leg over his hips, I settled onto him, his rock-solid cock peeping out between my legs. Sitting up, I ran the head of his dick between my moist folds and savoured the sound of his anguished groan.

  “Fuck, Emily, when I get loose…” He struggled at the bonds again, with greater force, shaking the entire bed.

  “If you get loose.” I stroked him for another minute, as my juices pooled between my legs, and positioned his shaft at my entrance. Keeping my gaze locked to his heated stare, I slowly sank down onto him, moaning softly and relishing every sweet inch as his cock stretched me. I loved the power and control I had over him when he was like this.

  I slid my hands up his abdominals, tracing the lines of muscle as I began to slowly move on him. I ground my hips against his, moving so the head of his dick stroked my inner wall, stroking me in just the right spot to send wave upon wave of pleasure through me.

  “Mmm, I love how well you fit in me. So good.”

  “Emily. Dammit, Emily, let me go.”

  Arching my back and closing my eyes, allowing my head to fall back, dark hair cascading down my back, I gripped his thighs in my hands and began to move faster. My moans mixed with his groans of pleasure as I focused on the feel of him inside me. I needed to come before him, bringing him to the brink but not allowing him to climax.

  My fingernails dug into his thighs as I came closer and closer, my movements increasing, my breasts bouncing. My mind began to cloud as the pleasure became more intense. He began bucking up and into me, meeting every rotation of my hips.

  “Tanner, ok god, Tanner!” My stomach clenched as I came closer and closer, the need and anticipation becoming almost too much to bear. And then I was there, cresting and then falling into an abyss of pleasure and relief.

  Screaming out, I released his legs and I fell forward on him, placing quick, frantic kisses on his chest as a gush of my juices greeted his cock. I gave myself a moment to come down. It was so tempting to remain there on him, but I could feel the pressure building within him, could feel his muscles tightening just as they did when he got close to release.

  Quickly, before I had a chance to change my mind and remain right where I was, I pulled off him and scrambled from the bed and raced naked across the room to the door. At the door, I paused and turned back to look at him.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  Tanner

  Just as I was about to come, the pleasure ended and she was gone. A loud growl of frustration erupted from me as I opened my eyes and glared at Emily as she dashed across the room. I gave the bindings a tug so hard I heard a crack as the bedframe started to give out. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. When our gazes locked, the little bitch had the nerve to wink at me before bolting from the room.

  The rage, the anger, the frustration, it all exploded within me. One, two, three more forceful yanks and instead of the bonds giving way like t
he plan had been, another crack and the rung she’d tied me to snapped and I was free.

  With a roar of triumph, I sprang upright on the bed and within seconds freed my wrists from the bindings. Sliding off the bed to the floor, I didn’t even give the broken bed a second thought – my one and only focus was the chase and relieving the torment in my cock. She’d scream, she’d beg and by God I’d have tears.

  “Emily, I swear to God, when I get my hands on you…” I bellowed, reaching the doorway to the bedroom and racing down the hallway. I stopped in the foyer. I looked to the left, which would lead me to the living room and kitchen, and then down the stairs, which would take me to the wine cellar and showroom. The dogs hadn’t begun barking, as they always did in anticipation of seeing her, so she hadn’t gone outdoors.

  Down. I knew it. It was like I could sense her presence downstairs. I lunged at the stairs, taking two, sometimes three at a time, reaching the bottom floor at record speed. At the bottom floor I headed straight to her room. It was an easy choice. She refused to go into the showroom and my playroom, so it didn’t leave many other options.

  “Come out now and beg forgiveness and I’ll take it easy on you.” Making my way to her old bedroom, I grasped the door handle and it turned in my hand. She was trapped. There was nowhere she could hide in there, not really.

  When I opened the door, the room appeared empty, but I could feel her presence. I didn’t hesitate. Crossing the room to the bed, I crouched down, reached under the bed and instead of grabbing her arm or ankle like planned I came up empty. I was about to remove my hand to bend and look under when a surge of pain raced up my hand.

  “Motherfucker!” Snatching my hand back, I looked down at it. There were teeth marks, but she hadn’t broken the skin – she never did. With one hand I grabbed the bed and tipped it on its side to see her hunkered.

  She leapt to her feet, but I was faster, grabbing her around the waist. “Nooooo. Let me go!” Despite my grasp on her, she somehow managed to squirm free of my hold and run past me and out into the hall, turning in the direction of the stairs.

  “There’s no escaping, Emily!” I yelled after her, intentionally giving her a few-second head start. I looked at my throbbing hand. She hadn’t broken the skin, but it was going to bruise. My body had more cuts, scars and bruises on it than it ever had in my entire lifetime, all put there by Emily. I’m sure most people would consider mixing sex with violence like this to be highly toxic, but for us it was just the opposite, it was therapeutic.

  At the doorway I turned in the direction of the staircase and rushed through it. As I reached the bottom of the staircase, she hit the top step and span to look down at me. “How’s the hand, Master?”

  I lunged. She screamed, turned and ran.

  I caught up to her a second time in the living room, and I had no intention of letting her go this time. Tackling her to the floor, I shifted my body so I landed on my back with her on top of me. No matter how much damage my body took from our games, my priority was to keep her safe. It was the trust that we shared that kept the darkness at bay while keeping her from getting hurt.

  She screamed and she fought, her fists beating on my chest as I flipped her onto her back. Grabbing her wrists I pinned them above her head as I settled between her legs. She bucked and squirmed under me and somehow I managed to get even harder. She was a brilliant actor, playing the victim perfectly. Had it not been for the fact that her pussy was drenched and ready for me, I’d have thought this was real. But one thing that was very real was the feel of her heel making contact with my lower ribs. I groaned, but the pain only amplified the need to be in her, filling her with my cum.

  “I hate you!” she screamed, glaring up at me, but her eyes said differently.

  “But you want it,” I countered.

  “Fuck you!”

  I grinned. Slipping my cock between her legs, my lips came crashing down onto hers as I slammed into her in one hard, violent thrust. She moaned against my lips, but her struggling stopped. Instead she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in, arching her pelvis and taking me deeper. This was where the lines between the game and reality merged. My need for the violence and pussy morphed into her need for the affection and lovemaking. The dark and the light mixed and merged, the two halves becoming whole.

  Releasing her lips, I lowered my forehead to her shoulder. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

  “I love you,” she moaned, her hands fisting. Her pussy tightened around my thrusting cock. She was coming close.

  “Love you,” I whispered back, placing a line of kisses along the side of her neck before releasing her hands and bracing a hand on either side of her head so I could look down at her and watch her as she came. Her hands immediately went to my shoulders, her fingernails digging into the muscle. It hurt, but I barely felt the pain. My body was preparing for release, my balls tightening, I was at the tipping point, but I couldn’t release – I wouldn’t – not until I felt her come. I’d been a bastard in the past, done unimaginable things, but never again. Never again.

  “Tanner. Oh God, Tanner!” she screamed out, bucking against me and then tightening her legs around my waist and pulling me down tight to her.

  It was becoming nearly impossible to hold back. God, if she didn’t come soon I wouldn’t be able to stop. “Open your eyes.”

  She complied. Just as she opened her eyes her body trembled under me, her pussy clenching, and then seconds later she groaned out her relief as a rush of her juices greeted my cock. The feel of her warm, moist pussy milking me sent me over the edge with her. I collapsed onto her as I slammed into her a final time, leashing my demons in a flurry of cum – filling her, claiming her. For a moment I was suspended in pleasure, emotion, a high more intense then I’d ever imagined possible.

  But then it was gone and I collapsed onto her. “God, Emily, I couldn’t live with you.”

  ~*~*~*~*~

  Emily

  While a part of me got a perverse thrill from our games, they left me spent. I had to tap into so many emotions to make it believable for him that by the time we finished I barely had the energy to move, despite him being the one who usually endured the physical abuse.

  Tanner slowly slid himself from me and stood, extending his hand to me and helping me to my feet. Feeling light-headed, I stumbled into him and so he bent and scooped me up and into his arms and carried me into the bedroom, gently placing me on the bed.

  I watched as he went to the closet, pulled on a pair of jogging pants and a T-shirt and then grabbed one of his button-down shirts for me. Even though I now had a ridiculous amount of clothing, so much that I sometimes felt guilty for the access I had when others went without, I still wore his shirts for the most part. His scent lingered on them, and I loved wrapping myself up in him.

  “Can you walk?” he asked as he watched me put on the shirt.

  I nodded. “Yes.” He watched me carefully as I got to my feet. The light-headedness had passed and my strength was quickly returning. “Why?”

  “I have something to show you.”

  Giving him a curious look, I accepted his hand and he led me out of the room and back down the stairs, leading me towards the showroom. With each step I made towards the showroom, the sense of dread increased within me, not because I felt he was taking me there to hurt me, the exact opposite. That room, the room I’d dubbed the torture room, reminded me how easy it was for me to throw out any sense of morality and hurt someone else. I’d nearly murdered someone in that room, killed the man I loved more than my own life. That place had showed me the darkness I had in my own consciousness and it wasn’t something I wanted to see again – never again.

  I couldn’t go in there.

  We entered the showroom and I knew then he was indeed planning on taking me to the dreaded room. I hadn’t entered since the day of his whipping and I had no intention of entering now. I dug my heels in and pulled at his hand.

  Tanner refused to release me, but stopped a
nd turned to face me. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”

  My anxiety continued to increase. “I can’t. I don’t want to.” I once more attempted to yank my hand from his, but his grasp was ironclad. He stepped up to me and pulled me into his arms and I sank in to him, a couple of tears escaping my eyes. “Don’t make me.”

  He cupped my chin and forced my eyes to his. “Do you trust me?”

  I nodded.

  “Then believe that I’m doing this for you. It’ll be okay. I promise.”

  I looked past his shoulder to the closed door behind the bar. I didn’t want to go in there, anywhere but there, but despite my own desires I found myself nodding and agreeing to go in. He led me the rest of the way across the room and to the door. It felt like my feet were weighed down with bricks, but I made it.

  Opening the door, I was immediately confronted with the fragrance of flowers. Lots of flowers and various scents. Tanner flicked on the light and the room came alive. A gasp of disbelief escaped my lips and I didn’t need any more prompting to proceed into the room.

  “It’s… I don’t… My goodness.” My mouth fell open as my eyes scanned the room. All of the furniture was the same, but it didn’t look like the room I knew. It was packed with flowers – roses, lilies, carnations, wildflowers and hundreds of yards of ribbon. Some of the flowers I hadn’t even seen before. “How did you do this?”

  Tanner gaze me a lopsided smile and shrugged. Tanner wasn’t exactly a romantic guy – romance tended to make him severely uncomfortable – but heck, he’d really gone all-out this time. “Brought them in the back way while you were busy with supper, and I knew you wouldn’t come in here.”

  “But why?”

  “You’ll figure it out.”

  Giving him a bewildered look, I spun around in a circle, attempting to see everything he’d done. But when my eyes landed on the whipping post I took a step back. Although the whipping post didn’t even remotely resemble what it was. It was wrapped in greenery and flowers. Something glittered. I couldn’t make it out, but the light caught a hint of metal and something glittering. My curiosity got the better of me and I proceeded farther into the room, to the post.