Lily: Captive to the Dark

by Alaska Angelini

  “Congrats,” I said, stepping forward and throwing my arms around Mary and then my brother.

  “Oh shit,” he breathed out. “We’re having a girl?”

  “A girl,” I assured. My tone rose in pitch and I couldn’t withhold my excitement. “I’m going to have a niece!” I hugged him again and stepped back as Gaige slapped his shoulder, laughing. A million expressions crossed his face while I settled back against Zain. I watched, soaking it all in as my Master wrapped his arms around me from behind. The smell of his cologne brought me to a blissful state of mind and I couldn’t imagine the moment being anymore perfect. Aside from keeping things slow, the last three months had been heaven. I hadn’t had any more flashbacks. The foundation I volunteered at left me with a sense of purpose and each moment with Zain was full of passion and want. And it didn’t even have to do with the sex. The smallest gesture of his hand down my face as he smiled lovingly was enough. I knew my future was set with him. Our love was stronger than ever and it was time for me to let things play out without holding back.

  Mary took turns hugging the girls that came up and Slade was beginning to have a smile on his face. I knew my brother. It would take time to sink in. He was afraid of having a girl from what he went through with Mary and me, but that little girl was going to have a wonderful father and she’d have Slade wrapped around her finger from the moment she was born. From the way he stretched out his hand to fit over Mary’s stomach as she conversed, maybe she already did.

  “What a beautiful moment,” Zain said against my ear. “I’m so glad I get to be a part of all this.”

  I turned in his arms, outstretching mine to fit around his neck. “Slade told you long ago that you were part of this family. Do you feel it?”

  “More than you know.” Zain’s forehead came to rest against mine and I closed my eyes, savoring our moment.

  “I miss you. Stay with me tonight, and not just for dinner. I want to show you something.”

  My eyes fluttered open and I pulled back to meet his gaze. “Show me something?”

  A smile pulled at the edge of his lips. “If you think you can handle it.”

  Immediately, my fingers clutched his suit jacket. Arousal swept through me and I felt myself get wet.

  “Anything for you. I mean that.” I studied the way his eyes narrowed. “Anything. I can handle it.”

  “I know.” He turned me around before we could say any more. His arm went back around my chest and his face lowered next to mine as we watched everyone celebrate. With all the cheers and conversation happening, I barely heard a thing. All I could see and hear was what my imagination was supplying me with. Hot, passionate, dark fantasies. Ones I hoped came to life tonight.

  Chapter 48

  Zain

  Shadows followed Lily and me along the brick building as we turned from the restaurant and faced the alleyway that led to the parking lot. She paused and slowed in her steps, glancing back at me as I came to a stop. My hands went into my pockets and I motioned my head, not saying a word. She looked back at the darkness and slowly advanced forward, alone. A smile pulled at my lips and I watched her disappear from view.

  Leather was smooth against my fingertips as I pulled out the gloves and slid them on. I cut to the side, closest along the wall. It took a few seconds for her to come into focus, but she stayed in the middle, holding her arms as she walked faster toward the dim light that rested further ahead.

  I kept my footsteps quiet and my breathing light as I advanced. Something rattled to her left and she jumped, moving even faster. The thin rope sitting in my inside pocket called to me and I came up closer on her side, knowing she wouldn’t be expecting what I had planned. My gloved hand clamped over her mouth while my arm hooked around her waist, pulling her ass back to press against my hard cock. A muffled cry was followed by a moan as her surprise turned into lust. I grinded hard against her, lowering to breathe against her ear.

  “Tonight, you’re going to be tested more than you ever have. Keep that safeword ready because you just might need it.”

  My hand lowered and I fingered the material of her dress that rested just where her thighs connected. Heavy breaths left her nose and I pushed between her legs, bringing the length of my fingers to rub the distance of her slit. Harder, I pushed, applying more pressure to her clit as I turned to cup her pussy.

  “You don’t know badly I’ve missed touching you.” I moved up, dipping past the lining of her panties. Moans vibrated my hand and I lowered the top part of my body more into her back, having her bend over. My finger plunged inside of her entrance and the slickness from her juices was so abundant, I heard myself moan along with her. Tightness hugged my gloved finger and I added another, letting her stretch around me as I teased her channel. “You like this, baby girl?”

  A swift nod of her head had me thrusting faster. Her hand flew up to my arm that covered her mouth and she clung to me as I pounded into her.

  “This is just the beginning.”

  Continuous sounds grew louder until she was spasming beneath me. My teeth sank into her shoulder with enough pressure to cause her to jerk. “I don’t think I gave you permission to come, slave. You’re going to have to pay for that.” I withdrew my fingers, twisted her panties in my fist, and jerked to the side. The lining broke free and I did the other side, pulling them off and stuffing them in my pocket.

  Silk slid between my concealed fingers and I pulled out the two pieces I had brought with me. I dropped my hand from her mouth and stood long enough to bring it around her face.

  “Open.”

  The pause was followed by her lips separating. I pushed the silk through and tied the length behind her head.

  “Close your eyes. We’re going for a little ride.”

  Lily tried to say something, but failed with the gag. I didn’t wait. I placed the other piece over her eyes and fastened it.

  “I’m going to pick you up. Stay quiet and don’t move.” I swept her into my arms and walked swiftly toward the car. Lily’s weight curled into me and my pulse spiked at how trusting she was. Nervousness surfaced and I tried to push it away. I knew she was okay now, but I had never gone as far as I was about to. And that wasn’t even my biggest concern of the night. She might be able to take my dark side, but would she want everything I had to give when she learned what we’d all conspired while she was busy working?

  I reached into my pocket, pulling out the keys. As I approached, I scanned the area, making sure no one was watching. I placed Lily down next to the passenger side door. The moment I opened it, I pulled out the rope and crouched down. The black stockings drew me in and I pressed my lips just above her knee. Once I started, I couldn’t dare break myself away without getting to taste her first. My gloved hands pushed under the sides of her dress, lifting the fabric up as I advanced toward her bare pussy. The shaking of her body didn’t stop her from spreading her legs for me.

  “Good girl,” I whispered, swirling my tongue over the skin just above the lace lining. Juices met my tongue the higher I went and I nearly growled at how my control was slipping. In that moment, I knew nothing but my slave. Her taste was an addiction of its own and it fed my need for her with each stroke of my tongue. I used the tip to separate her folds and my fingers gripped the outside of her thighs tightly. I couldn’t help but suck her into my mouth. I was desperate for as much of her as I could get. If I missed any of her essence, I’d become a lost man. It had been too fucking long, but here wasn’t the place. I wanted her home. To our home. Lilian had no idea and I couldn’t wait to surprise her.

  “You’re in so much trouble, baby. God dammit.” I pulled down her dress and unknotted the rope, looping it around her legs. When I finished, I rose, grasping her wrists and doing the same. When she was secured, I placed her in the seat and buckled her in.

  Lilian’s scent was all I could smell as I climbed in. It was taunting me to take her right there and now. With her defenseless in my ropes, I couldn’t remember wanting anything so
much. My eyes closed and I couldn’t help myself. I reached under my seat and grabbed my knife. The flick of my wrist had Lily’s head turning toward me, but knowing she couldn’t see what was coming drove me on even more.

  “Don’t. Move.”

  I licked my lips, lowering the tip of the blade to snag at her stockings. The material gave way and a sound left her. It had my eyes lifting for the briefest moment, but I couldn’t resist lowering back to what I was doing. The higher I got, the faster she breathed. My cock ached at the restraint of my pants and I groaned, lifting the hem of her dress. The sharpness caused the thick cotton to split and I kept moving higher until a good three inches exposed what I wanted to see.

  “Jesus…fuck.” I made circles over her skin with the tip and she moaned loudly as I went to the other leg. The stocking there snagged and I pulled upward, bringing the material further from her limb. The small hole tore and I brought the edge up. I shut the knife and returned it, reaching for the stocking and shredding it with my hands. As I kneaded the skin just above her knee, my eyes went back to her pussy. Dammit, I couldn’t wait to return to taste what was about to truly belong to me. My hand came out and I angled her more toward me. She didn’t move as I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Focusing on traffic was almost impossible. Red lights had me forgetting to check when it turned to green. The way the city lights played across her face was hypnotizing. I was a gone man. A man in love so deep, he was drowning in the sensation.

  I exited the freeway, turning into an upscale suburban neighborhood. My heart hammered in my chest while I took in the two story homes. It had taken me weeks to find the perfect place. Not just one I could bring my future wife to, but a home where I could raise a family. When I found this one, I just knew. Just like I had known Lily was the one for me from the beginning. The voice inside said Lily would adore it and for a large house, it spoke of a place we could grow into. One with new beginnings. One built on love and memories.

  I hit the garage door open and pulled inside, closing it behind me. My BMW I’d kept hidden away was parked next to us and I turned off the car, walking around and lifting her out. When I opened the door and walked us inside, the smell of lavender had me smiling. It smelled like Lily, one of the first memories I had of her. Even then, the small trace left an unforgettable impression. My hand reached up and I flipped on the light, lowering her to the ground.

  “I’m going to take this off now.” I removed the gag and edged my fingers under the silk covering her eyes, pushing up. Lily squinted and blinked a few times before she began to scan the open kitchen and living room area.

  “It’s beautiful. Where are we?” she asked, lowly.

  I smiled. “Home. Our home. It’s time.”

  Her eyes widened and her lips separated as her head spun back to take in the surroundings. “Ours?”

  “If you want it.” I lowered, untying the rope at her feet. As I removed her heels, she stepped down, only to kneel, becoming level with me. Her head bowed and she leaned forward, resting her head against my chest. Her fingers pulled at my jacket, brining me in closer.

  “I want it. I would…love to live here with you.”

  I took off the gloves and cupped her face, making her look at me. “Good, because I’ve already had your stuff moved in. Slade helped, of course.”

  A broken sob had her turning more into me and I drew her face toward mine, letting our lips connect and massage into each other’s until I couldn’t stop the hunger from breaking through the tenderness. “From here on out, it’s me and you, baby girl. Our life begins now. Whatever we want. First, I think there’s something we need to get out of the way.”

  Gray eyes rose to mine. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m ready. Show me everything.”

  Chapter 49

  Lily

  “Kneel.”

  The dim light that surrounded us gave way to only three main things — cuffs mounted next to the back wall, a large X that rested to the right, and a black leather table with three red straps over the top of it, to the left. Tools aligned the wall next to the X, and toys and candles rested on a shelf just to the side of the table. At the sight, I couldn’t stop the excitement that slammed into me. This was my Master’s deepest desires, what he loved above all else when it came to sex. and he was finally going to share it with me.

  As I lowered to my knees in the center of the room, I bowed my head and waited for his instruction. Would he put me in the cuffs, something I knew to be his favorite thing? Or would he take a new route tonight?

  “I’m not going to start off slow or try to break you into what I want. I think you’re already. Our trust in each other is going to be what we’ll use. You know what to do if it becomes too much. Let me hear you agree before we start.”

  I blinked past what I knew was about to come. This wasn’t going to be easy missionary style stuff. The taste in the alley, the night with the wax when he told me he liked when I fought, it was all meant to prepare me for what was to come. And I knew it wasn’t going to be tame, like some of the other stuff he’d done with me. I had to be completely sure. And I was.

  “I agree.”

  Without acknowledgement, the lights suddenly went out, leaving me in absolute darkness. My head shot up and I felt my eyes go wide. Movement ceased to exist. Table, toys…nothing remained of the once room that hinted of sex. The only thing I knew was me—my deep breathing, brought on by fear, the hair that tickled my face from the strands that continued to escape, and…God, the rope that kept my hands from being able to defend myself. I swallowed hard, pulling at the hemp, knowing it was pointless to try to break free. The knots were too tight and he wanted me to have a reason to fight. I saw the way he stared at the training I continued to do. What wicked thoughts he must have harbored while seeing me try to protect myself, fantasizing on what he could be doing to me if he had been on the other side.

  I nearly moaned at the thought, but instincts had me pushing to my feet. Staying low was critical. As I moved across the room, I tried to stay as quiet as possible. It didn’t take long for my senses to heighten and the thrill of the situation to make me grow wet. Although I knew pain would come at some point, I thrived under the new pressure. We both may have never have to use our skills again against anyone else, but here, we had our release. Him, for the skilled killer that lived within. Me, the survivor. I suddenly realized that he’d feared me experiencing this…but he was so wrong. I needed this as much as he did. Here, I was safe. With him, I could be the real me. The one I hid from the world.

  My bound hands came out in front of me and I pointed my fingers out, feeling for the wall I knew lay ahead somewhere. Clinking had me jerking them back as I recalled the cuffs hanging from the large X on the right side of the room. I cursed myself for not being as low as I had assumed. I turned, heading in the other direction. Out of nowhere, arms locked around me from behind and I stomped my foot down, turning and using my bound arms to aim for where I assumed his stomach was. A hand grabbed my wrists and fingers locked in my hair, pulling me forward. Lips crushed into mine and I yelped at the hard pull.

  “Good, but not good enough, slave.” He let go of my hand and I cried out at the fire that raced over my spanked ass. “I could fucking have you right here. Is that what you want?” Fingers gripped my flesh and he used it to bring me more into his cock. I didn’t answer as I pushed hard against his chest and tucked back. The air left my lungs as I hit the ground, but I immediately began rolling away. The moment I got back to my feet, I brought my hands back out and walked at a faster pace. It felt like forever before I came into contact with a wall. I slid down, twisting my arms inside of the rope. I almost gasped as it gave way and more space became available. I wiggled faster and knew I was making too much noise, but I was too close to being free. Hands hit the wall above me and my surge forward had the ropes falling to my fingers. I did the only thing I knew. I wrapped it around both of my palms, leaving enough in the middle to use as a weapon.

  “
My safeword also applies to you, right?” I spoke, but continued to move around the room as I said it.

  “Oh, I won’t be needing a safeword, slave. But if it makes you feel better, sure.”

  I tried not to smile. Maybe I shouldn’t have been enjoying myself so much, but for once, I was truly free and I loved it.

  My shoulder connected with the wall and I stepped back, right into another. I spun, shooting my hands up, but it wasn’t where I had intended. Zain grabbed the rope and with one pull and the hemp burned my palms. Before I knew it, my plan was being reversed. I reached for the pressure that shot around my neck and moved with him as he led me forward. The wetness of his tongue traced over my lips, even as the rope tightened. Rules ceased to exist in that moment. My hands came up to his neck and I pulled him in harder, adding my own pressure, but not to his throat…to the pressure point that had him jerking back from pain.

  I broke free, only to be tackled to the ground. We hit hard and he pulled the rope free, covering my body with his. Fabric from the split in my dress tore under his hands. The sound of his buckle was like music to my ears, and I grabbed his face, kissing him as he began to tear at his own clothes. Just when I thought we were about to start something even hotter, he disappeared. I pushed to my knees and my hand flew up as the light came back on. By the time I adjusted, I barely caught his nude, powerful body stalking toward me. His hand shot out and he pulled me up, spinning me around to unzip my dress. My bra was unfastened with a snap of his fingers, leaving me even more impatient for us to continue.

  “Take it off and go to the cross.”

  With a whoosh, my dress and bra fell to the ground. I didn’t have to be told what the cross was. But with each step, I felt the fear coming back. Not from what he’d do, but from the unknown. I pushed it away and came to stand before it. I was only able to stare for a few seconds before his hand pressed on the middle of my back, leading me forward.