Lily: Captive to the Dark

by Alaska Angelini

  Angrily, I pushed the dress to her hips, hearing it split in the process. “You think you’re going to order me around? Hmm?” The panties tearing from her hips had a smile edging to her face, but not for long. Something flashed behind her eyes and the next thing I knew, her arm was flying out and knocking mine further away.

  “You want to be my Master? Prove you’re worthy, or maybe I’ll find someone else who will.”

  Lilian could have hit me with a bag of bricks for the force her words had. Rage flared even though I knew she didn’t mean them. She was baiting me, and it was working.

  “You’ll never be rid of me, slave. Never. If you even think about trying to replace me, you’ll regret the day. You’re mine. Mine,” I said, reaching back to pull her panties off completely. The struggle was there while she tried to wiggle further away. I let her feel the power in my hand as she pushed against my grip on the lace. Fuck. I could feel my darkness beginning to thrive with her fight. This wasn’t good. Wasn’t right.

  The pressure against my wrist sent my hand flying back. My head shook and I lifted from the bed, turning to pace the living room.

  “No going to happen. Not yet.”

  Mindlessly, I talked to myself, letting the calm try to snuff the need to completely overpower her. I could take what I wanted. Whatever I wanted.

  “Don’t you dare.” Lily flew off the bed and undressed. It only made my urges even more intense. I could feel my shoulders cave in and my movements become more lithe. Faster, my heart raced, and I could see the Lily before me was no longer my slave. She was replaced by a woman who thought herself my equal and she glared back at me with every intent to pounce if I didn’t first.

  Slowly, we circled each other, testing, getting our feel for one other. I couldn’t stop staring at the sway of her breasts. My fingers twitched while I tried to keep my distance and focus.

  “You don’t want to do this, slave. Your best bet is to go kneel and get in position. I’ll let you apologize, you can get your punishment, and we’ll pretend like this never happened.”

  Her head shook even as the unshed tears reflected in the light. “I will not. You owe me this after everything we’ve been through. Give it to me before you leave. Don’t deny me a part of yourself that I might never get to experience again. I haven’t once told you not to go. And I don’t want you to,” she sobbed. “Blake Morgan could handle it, but I know what you need. Now give me what I need.”

  My eyes closed, confliction clouding my mind, and my darkness easily winning in the process. And then…nothing. Gravity became nonexistent and I landed hard on my back. The air whooshed from my lungs and Lilian was on me before I could process that she’d even moved to begin with. My jeans tugged against my hips and she had them unfastened within a second.

  I growled, kicking out my leg and easily pinning her underneath me. The waistline slid to my lower hips and my cock was so hard, it ached behind the material that kept it restrained.

  “Your mistake was telling me you liked the fight. I’m about to give you one you’ll never forget. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  A laugh bellowed out of me as I took in her small frame beneath me.

  “I have you at my mercy, slave. What are you going to—?”

  Both of her elbows came in and with a yank, her wrists somehow broke free from my grasp. I was barely able to deflect the heel of her palm thrusting toward my face.

  “Nice,” I breathed out. Damn if my adrenaline wasn’t starting to shoot through the roof. This was my fantasy come true with added competition. It wouldn’t be as easy. Lilian would make it hard for me. She’d make me work to have her where I wanted.

  My hand shot out to grab one of hers and her body shrimped to the side. The fist that slammed into my ribs had my mouth parting in shock. What the fuck? I hadn’t thought she’d get that physical.

  “That’s it.” My fingers embedded in her hair and I tried to roll her onto her stomach, but her feet planted and she made it difficult to turn all the way. I added more of my weight and used my legs to separate hers to help with the maneuver. “Is this what you wanted?” I spanked her hard, causing her to yelp and fall onto her stomach. With one hand, I managed to grasp her wrists and with the other, I removed my pants completely. Lily’s ass lifted, rubbing against my cock, but still she tried to break my hold. My hand came down on her ass again—hard. “You think this is so bad? That taking you is what sates my sick needs? Not even close,” I said, growling in her ear. “You just fucked up, baby, because there’s no going back now. You want it. You fucking got it.”

  Or so she thought.

  The hand holding her wrists dropped and I wrapped my arm around her throat before she could block it. I didn’t tighten, but kept her from being able to move. With my other, I forced my way to cup her mouth, easing from there to add enough pressure to make her think I was attempting to be rough.

  Sounds filtered through, but nothing that alarmed me. I kept my entire attention on her behavior, waiting to see if anything triggered her past.

  “Did you really think you could overpower me? Now you get to suffer through what I want from you. Whatever I want. I think right now that’s for you to be my slut. Master’s little fucking whore.”

  Lily’s fight eased and her ass wiggled beneath me. The wetness that met my cock had my teeth pulling at her shoulder. I bit harder until she tried moving out of the way. Had I really wanted to unleash on her, I wouldn’t have stopped. Wouldn’t have held back like I did now.

  “Oh, slave. There’s no getting away for you. Take the pain I want to give and embrace it. I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice.”

  “Mmph.” Lilian tossed her shoulders back and forth and I nipped at her earlobe, rubbing the length of my cock against her again.

  “Let’s do this right, once and forth all. You see that bag over there on the counter? It has your surprise in it. A for sure way that you lose all choice in movement. You ready?” I lifted, pulling her up and keeping the chokehold while I dragged her to my bag. Rope met my fingers and she gasped, going still.

  Real fear flashed on her face for the briefest moment and I let go, feeling my stomach drop. I didn’t want her to be afraid, but the rope did something to her in that moment.

  “Red?” My eyes searched hers and she took a stuttering breath.

  “No.” With strength that amazed me, her arms came out in front of her and she waited. I could have gone on, wormed out why the rope triggered the anxiety, but I didn’t want to. I had to see if I could help her overcome it. I wanted her trust and she was offering it so freely.

  The hemp slid down my palms and I looped it around her arms, taking my time, adding the detail I wanted. For my slave, it had to be perfect. She may have appeared the captive, cloaked in rope, but her submission to my desires only had me working twice as hard to perfect the way I weaved in and out. Once I had her wrists bound, I brought them up to hover above her breasts. The rope went behind her neck and I brought it down, angled in an X over her chest. Over and over, I added more layers, until the fit was tight enough to leave marks, but not enough for her to be overly uncomfortable.

  “This is beautiful,” she whispered.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  My lips pressed into hers and her fingertips held to the bottom of my jaw. I couldn’t stop my forehead from resting against hers as I broke away.

  “Slave, about how far do you want to go?”

  “Don’t you dare pull back now. Please.”

  God, to really let go and give in…I’d kill to show her how good it could feel to experience that sort of pain and pleasure.

  “Fine.” I swept her into my arms and lowered her to the bed, positioning her so the side of her face was against the mattress and her ass was in the air. “You want to meet the real me? So be it. I’m done trying to fight what the fuck I want to do to you. I hope you’re ready to burn, baby, because things are about to get really hot in here.”

  Chapter 35

/>   Lily

  Rustling had me trying to look back to see what Zain was getting out of his bag. My heart was racing and I was shaking at the fear of the unknown. What had he meant, burn? God, was he going to actually hurt me? Stupid question. Of course he wouldn’t.

  The sound of a lighter caused me to jump and I tried lifting my head more, but short of rolling onto my side and being caught disobeying, I was screwed. Trust. Trust. Trust. I continued to repeat it in my head, praying I hadn’t just told the man I love to become some hidden monster that was best left in the shadows. He was scared I’d turn from him…was there really a reason for me to?

  Footsteps approached and I tried to slow my breathing. Seconds went by while I waited. The shift of the air mattress caused my fists to draw in closer to my chest.

  “We’ll start out light. Just a small warmth. We’ll go from there.”

  Fingers caressed down the length of my slit and I closed my eyes, letting myself relax. What felt like liquid dripped onto my ass and I jumped, but calmed immediately. Wax. Okay, I could do this. As long as he wasn’t holding the lighter to my skin, I had nothing to worry about.

  “You look so fucking hot lying there helpless in my rope. I should have tied you up long ago, baby girl.”

  The temperature increased as more wax drizzled over my ass, closer to my pussy. I bit my lip, moving against the finger rubbing circles around my opening. Fuck, I was so hot and wet for him. If this was a taste of his dark side, I was ready to get burned.

  “Stay still or it will get worse a lot faster.”

  His finger inched inside of me and I gasped at the heat that made a line from one side of my lower back to the other.

  “God, I love your body.” Teeth sank into my skin not far from his fingers and I fought not to rock into him.

  “Master.” The high pitched tone showed nothing short of how hard it was for me. I realized I loved this feeling of helplessness when my Zain was in charge. The wax just helped intensify the experience. He could really burn me badly if he wanted, yet I knew he wouldn’t go overboard.

  “Shh, slave. Just feel. Fight whatever other tendencies that come and give in to what I do.”

  A single drip landed on the small of my back, followed by another that splashed a little higher. More followed and I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the pattern he was making while his finger began a steady thrust into my pussy. Time blurred as it dragged on and the design got bigger and more widespread until I was sure there wasn’t an inch of my back spared.

  Another finger joined the first, pushing in deeper. A steady rhythm pushed in hard enough to allow me to rock with it.

  “This will be more intense.”

  Fire raced from the bottom of my ass and down my thigh. I wasn’t sure how close the flame had been, but the heat was enough to almost bring tears to my eyes. With the combination of pain and pleasure, I was pulled even further into the building ecstasy.

  “You shouldn’t have waited,” I moaned.

  Zain’s fingers paused inside of me only to start again. “You like the burn?” Again, what felt like almost direct contact had me bracing for more. Just when I though I couldn’t take it, the pain eased. A brush of his thumb over my clit had me nodding.

  “God, yes. I love it all.”

  The tightening of my skin under the hardened areas had my nipples tingling. There were so many sensations that my mind was confused on what I needed more of. I took in each, letting them run electric throughout me. At Master continuing to tease my clit, I quickly felt all my focus go to the burning ache he was building deep within my core. I was sizzling on the inside and scorched outside.

  “Be completely still,” he said, lowly. “If you move, you’re not going to like it.”

  I braced myself…waiting. The anticipation had my pussy clenching around his fingers. The teasing stopped and for the seconds that dragged out, I wasn’t sure I even breathed. Then, in long succession, I felt the flame travel down my back only to return toward my neck. Repeatedly, my Zain walked the wire of pulling my pain tolerance to its peak. I took shallow breaths, too afraid to breathe in deeply and too aroused to deny what my body was enjoying.

  A moan poured out of me and I pressed my lips together, dying for him to touch me again. I didn’t have to wait long. I heard him take a deep breath and blow out the candle, then my Master was suddenly on me, molding his body to mine from behind.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so God damn hot right now. I can feel it pouring from your skin. And you took it.”

  There was a certain awe in his voice that fed my submissive within. Pride within myself surged and I could almost feel myself blush.

  “I told you I liked it. Will you do it again when you get back?”

  “Oh, baby, I’ll do it all the time. Whenever you want. Jesus, I have to have you.”

  His cock pushed into my opening while his hand reached underneath, grasping onto my tied wrists.

  “You’re going to be marked up so beautifully by the time I release you. I can’t wait to run my fingers over each one while I hold you.”

  Tighter, his grip became, and I cried out as his cock plunged into my pussy. Where I expected slow and gentle from his words, I got the opposite. Hard, brutal thrusts sent me right into trying to stop my orgasm from coming too soon. His fingers raked over the hemp until he was scratching down my stomach.

  “Tonight you come as many times as you can. No holding back.” The brush over my clit combined with his words sent me into spasms almost immediately. Faster, he pounded, relentlessly slamming into me until I was screaming through the intensity of the euphoria he evoked. The room spun from the power of my orgasm and I let it while I tried to catch my breath.

  “This might not be your favorite part, but you’ll take it.”

  I couldn’t process the words before I felt him begin peeling the wax from my back. At the pull, I clawed at the sheet.

  “Jesus,” I barely finished before he moved on to the next piece. The stinging was brief and I felt myself temporarily relax. The higher he got, the less painful it became. With each section he removed, the more I began to savor the attention. But I knew he was headed back down and I didn’t worry until he got to the small of my back. I bit my lip while he dragged it out, taking his time. His cock slowed and I focused on how each inch filled me up before he withdrew, only to do it again. By the time he got to the wax on my ass and thighs, I was tingling all over. I could feel where the thin hair had been pulled and I couldn’t get over how alive I felt.

  “Time to flip over.”

  Zain pulled out and spun me over, pushing back between my legs. My fingers were almost numb from the weight. I flexed them, already feeling the blood rushing back. His gave them a good rub, teasing me even more with the long strokes. The half-smile he displayed caused me to move my hips down so I could get closer.

  “Oh no. You stay right there. Let me look at you.” My Master reached forward, caressing down my face as he stared into my eyes. “Tu ai-je jamais dit combien vous dire vraiment pour moi? Bientôt, je vais vous montrer. Tu ne aurez plus être mon esclave, mais ma femme. Mes toujours.”

  My world nearly stopped as I took in what he had said in French. I’d never heard him speak anything but Arabic and I’d been lost then, but this…this I could understand. Have I ever told you how much you truly mean to me? Soon, I'll show you. No longer will you be my slave, but my wife. My always.

  Something flared behind his eyes as his head cocked to the side. “You know what I said.”

  I swallowed hard, nodding. “I speak French fluently.”

  The smile returned and he lowered, grasping my bound hands. “Then it’s no secret. I want you, Lilian. Always. I mean to make that happen. Not too soon, but within the next year or two. If you agree, I want us to get married.”

  Married. “In a year or two?”

  His cock pushed into my entrance and I moaned while he inched in deeper. “Seems like a good enough amount of time. You can adjust and g
et better while we get to know each other even more.”

  I opened my mouth to speak when he plunged all the way in, leaving me in a frozen state. Remembering what I’d wanted to say became difficult. His thrusts increased, but stayed relatively slow. Muscles flexed in his arms and shoulders while he worked his hips, sending me into even more of a blissful fog.

  “Tell me what you think. Is the thought even appealing to you?” His voice was deep and rich with pleasure. I forced my mind to clear enough to answer.

  “Two years is too long. A year even seems like forever.”

  “So, you like the idea of it then?”

  I met his kiss, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. A growl had him pushing his cock in even deeper.

  “It more than appeals. I want it. I want you.”

  “You have me. God, slave, I’m fucking yours. Right here,” he said, tapping his chest, “this belongs to you. When I died on that table, they may as well have taken it out and given it to you. You’re all I saw. All I knew.”

  The deep, red scar that covered his chest was something I could hardly take in. He’d almost died because of me. Had…died. If he hadn’t come back. If he didn’t come back this time…

  “Marry me sooner. Marry me now. Before you leave.”

  The thrusts stopped and the seriousness on his face made the room sound eerily quiet. Seconds went by while he stared.

  “Lilian…”

  “Please. What if something happens? What if—”

  His hand covered my mouth. “Don’t say it. I’ll be back. And we’ll talk more about this then.”

  The moment his hand lifted, I couldn’t stop from arguing. “Marry me now. Tonight.”

  A groan had him slamming his cock into me. “I can’t.”

  “Why not? You can. We’ll go to Vegas. We’ll get married the moment we get there and you can still leave by tomorrow.”

  Zain’s hand came back down to silence me and still, he pounded harder. “You’re making this impossible,” he groaned out. “Do you think I don’t want you as my wife right now? Fuck, I do, slave, but I can’t. I gave your brother my word that we wouldn’t rush. You know I can’t break that.”