Twisted (Dark Book 1)

by Ashton Blackthorne

  “No, you haven’t, Amber. If you had, you wouldn’t have left me for that pretentious prick, Ashton Blackthorne.” Ayden gritted his teeth as he tightened his grip on my shoulder.

  I shook my head vigorously.

  “Ash had nothing to do with why we broke up, Ayden. I was in a bad place. I wasn’t ready to commit then.”

  “Bullshit, Amber.” Ayden’s hands slipped over my breasts.

  Swallowing hard, I racked my brain trying to think of what he would buy.

  “Ayden, remember that night we spent at Marian’s wedding at the Plaza Hotel? That was the most magical night I’ve ever had. Remember how we danced to that terrible band?”

  Ayden’s mouth softened slightly. His grip on my shoulder relaxed.

  “Call me daddy,” he commanded.

  “Daddy, everyone else in the place couldn’t take their eyes off us. That was the night I fell in love…really in love with you.” I watched his eyes carefully. His gaze softened as his hands fell to his sides.

  “Daddy, will you please just let me up? My wrists ache so badly. I know you’re not a bad person. I know you never meant to hurt me years ago. It was my fault. I wasn’t submitting to you as I should have. I was stubborn. I needed you to discipline me-to break me. And you did. But I was afraid.” I held my breath wiggling my wrists behind my back.

  “Princess, I am sorry for what happened then. You know I never wanted to hurt you. Back then, you were rebellious and untrained. I had to train and that was the only way I could think of to do that.”

  Waves of nausea washed over me as I recalled just what he’d done. Trying to maintain my focus, I looked around the room at possible escape routes. It looked as if the only way out was up the staircase he’d come down.

  Wiggling my wrists against the restraints, I felt them loosen. I just had to keep him talking a bit until I could get them off.

  “Ayden, I’m sorry for all I put you through. I loved you then and I still have… feelings for you now.” I swallowed the lie like a bitter pill.

  “Amber,” he whispered softly brushing my hair from my forehead.

  Finally, the ropes binding my wrists gave way slipping from them. I grabbed them holding them up around my wrists.

  “Daddy, I’m so thirsty. Could you get me that bottle of water over there?” I nodded toward the table.

  My heart pounded every fiber of my being was on edge as I sat poised to make my move. As Ayden walked over to the table, I inched my way forward on the chair. My boots were still on my feet and I thanked God I had foreseen to put on my snow boots before I left Ash’s place. Ayden had left them on.

  As Ayden turned to retrieve the water bottle, I tossed the ropes off my wrists and stood up.

  “What the hell?” He dropped the bottle as he saw me standing.

  Without warning, I kicked him as hard as I could straight in the groin. He fell back cursing and screaming grabbing himself. Racing toward the stairway, I darted up the stairs. I shut the door to the basement locking it.

  As I looked about me, I realized I had no idea where I was. I looked to see if there was a cell phone available.

  Nothing.

  Racing around, I found myself lost in a huge maze of a house. It was quite old and ramshackle. This was not Ayden’s house. It must’ve been an old house he’d found to hold me captive.

  Then, I heard him screaming with rage rattling the doorknob. Darting into a closet, I hid behind the rack of old, musty smelling clothes covered in dust. The smell of mothballs filled the tiny closet. I cowered down behind the hanging clothes stifling the urge to sneeze.

  Suddenly, the sound of wood splintering exploded throughout the house as Ayden burst forth from the basement. I clasped my shaking hand over my mouth.

  “Amber! Where are you? You’re never going to get away, you know that, don’t you?” We’re miles from anyone!” His voice grew louder as his footsteps drew closer.

  I held my breath as I watched him through the slates in the closet door. My heart beat so fast and so hard I was certain he could hear it. I pressed myself against the back of the closet.

  Listening to him ransack the house looking for me, I felt something crawling on my leg. Standing perfectly still, I felt the sensation of tiny insects running up my legs. Clamping my hand over my mouth, I silenced my scream. Oh God, what if it was a spider?

  Horrified, I reached down to brush the offending insects off my legs. As I did so, my shoulder brushed against some hangers causing them to squeak along the old metal bar. I froze.

  “Princess?” Ayden called out alerted by the sound. He raced down the stairs into the hallway where the closet was at. Biting my lip, I watched him through the slates. I began trembling as I noticed he held a knife in his left hand.

  I held my hand over my mouth biting into it to keep from screaming. I felt blood trickle down my hand. Ayden swung open the closet door. I stood ready for him to reach through the clothing any moment to grab me. Every fiber of my being was on alert.

  Just as his fingers touched me, I lunged forward jabbing my thumbs into his eyes. He screamed and dropped the knife clutching his face.

  “You bitch!”

  I pushed past him and attempted to run from the house. As I raced down the hallway, I heard him panting behind me.

  “Amber! Get back here!” Suddenly, I felt myself being jerked backward by my hair. Excruciating pain rippled through my scalp. Blood ran down my forehead over my cheeks. I crashed to the ground where Ayden wrapped his strong hands around my neck pulling me up.

  Pinning me against the wall by my neck, Ayden choked me until I felt faint.

  “Ayden,” I whispered desperately trying to beg him to stop, but my voice was muffled by his squeezing of my throat.

  “Oh Princess, you look so beautiful, so sexy when you’re scared. Your tits…the way they heave as you try to breathe. It’s such a fucking turn on. You always could make my cock rock hard.” Ayden grinned. His face was beginning to blur. To me, he appeared to be someone in a funhouse mirror all distorted.

  “Daddy,” I croaked. I clutched at his forearm trying to get him to release his hold on my neck.

  Gradually, he loosened his hold as he could see I was turning blue. I gasped for air as soon as he released his grip. He held me firm against the wall with his arm.

  Then I saw the knife in his other hand. The long sharp blade glinted in the light. He traced it along my stomach and back up to my breasts. I was wearing a skimpy pink camisole top with my bra beneath it and a pair of panties along with my snowboots. I had no idea what had happened to my dress.

  “So sexy, Princess, you always know how to please Daddy. But there’s one thing wrong.”

  “What?” I whispered terrified of the answer. The knife point was pressed against my clavicle.

  “You’ve got too many fucking clothes on.” With that, he took the knife and ripped the camisole right up the middle. I gasped as he then cut my bra at the center clasp. My tits spilled out making him grin.

  “They’re as big as they always were, Princess. You make Daddy so happy with those delicious tits of yours.” His words seeped into my brain making me feel sick.

  Smiling, he traced the knife gently over my nipples the blade nicking my flesh. Seeing that he’d cut me slightly, Ayden bent forward to run his tongue along the cut.

  “Sorry, Princess. Daddy didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  Looking down, he noticed I still had my panties on. They weren’t the usual thong type I favored rather they were skimpy bikini style panties.

  “Tsk, tsk, Princess. You know Daddy’s rules. No panties. I guess I’ll have to get rid of them too.”

  Ayden knelt down and pressed his face into my pussy. Inhaling deeply, he wrapped his hands around my ass.

  “You always did make me melt, Princess. You’re so fucking sexy. I’ve missed that little cunt of yours. How about you take those panties off yourself?” Ayden leaned back holding the knife in his hands twirling the point over one fingertip. />
  “Ayden, please. What do you want?” I struggled to reply terrified he’d cut me badly.

  “MY NAME IS DADDY to you, Princess.” He spat glaring up at me.

  “Dad…Daddy, what do you want me to do?” I tried making my voice sound smaller like the little girl voice he preferred.

  “Good girl, Princess. I want you to slip those panties off. But first I want to slide your hand into those tight panties and rub that sweet pussy first.”

  Ayden kept hold the knife as he watched me. Slowly, I ran my hands down my body until I reached the hem of my panties. I slipped my hand inside and began to stroke my clit taking care to moan as I knew he wanted me to.

  “That’s good, Princess. Make that pussy really juicy and wet.” He caressed my pussy through my panties checking to see if they were wet.

  When I had my pussy thoroughly dripping, he hooked his thumbs in them pulling them off.

  “Spread your legs. I want to see that cunt.”

  Dutifully, I spread my lips apart. My clit throbbed with more fear than excitement. I had no interest in Ayden at this point. I only wanted to get away.

  Ayden’s eyes widened with appreciation. Slowly, he drew his knife up. I sucked in my breath as he traced the point of it gently over my quivering clit. My heart nearly stopped as I waited for the knife to cut. Then he moved it over my wet lips rubbing them lightly.

  Tossing the knife aside, he leaned forward to run his tongue over my wet slit. I breathed a huge sigh of relief that he hadn’t cut me.

  “You taste so good, Princess. I’ve missed you.” Reaching his hands up, he grabbed my tits squeezing them. He kissed his way up my body making me recall the times he’d made love to me in the past how he used to make me swoon with delight.

  That is, before he started showing his true colors.

  “I want you, Princess. Right here right now.” I gulped knowing that it was a demand not a request.

  “Ayden…I mean, Daddy, I really don’t think now is good.” I pouted playing the little girl role again.

  “Why not?”

  “After all the time we’ve been apart, I think we should get to know each other again first. Princess is too tight for Daddy.”

  He nodded narrowing his eyes.

  “So, you’re saying you haven’t fucked any other since me? Come on, Amber, that’s bullshit.”

  “I didn’t say that, Ayden, but you’re very large. No other man has fucked me with a cock that big.”

  He thought a moment. I knew appealing to his massive ego would be the only way I could get out of fucking him.

  “All right, Princess. But you have to give Daddy something. How about the other thing you do best?”

  “You want me to suck Daddy’s big cock?” I asked recalling the sweet but sexy little outfits he used to make me wear.

  “Of course, I’ve missed Princess’s mouth on my dick.” He grinned up at me. Ayden quickly pulled his pants down as I saw my golden opportunity to escape. My mind raced as I realized I had no clothes on except for my snowboots. It was extremely cold outside. The ground was covered in several feet of snow. How was I to get clothed quickly?

  Then a plan quickly formed in my mind. I was going to play the role of a lifetime.

  “Daddy, Princess has missed you too. I’ve missed the way you spanked my tight little ass. I missed the pretty little outfits you used to buy me and the way you used to pick me up and sit me on your face.”

  Ayden’s cock swelled even bigger.

  “Daddy, do you think you could put Princess on your face? My sweet little pussy needs a good licking, don’t you think? I could suck Daddy’s cock for him while you do it.”

  Immediately, Ayden swept me up in his arms. He looked around for a place we could go.

  “Right here, Daddy. I can’t wait. Since Princess has been so bad, she deserves to get dirty on the floor.”

  Ayden nodded putting me down. He started to lie down on the wooden floor.

  “Oh, no, Daddy. You should take your shirt off. Not only might you get it dirty, but you know how messy Princess can be. I will squirt all over you.” I feigned a slight giggle.

  “Of course, Princess.” Just as I’d hoped, Ayden whipped his thermal long sleeve top off. Ayden was much taller than I was so his shirt would fit me like a dress.

  “Take it all off, Daddy. I want to see all your strong muscles.” Ayden slipped his jeans off and tossed them aside. Now completely nude I almost had him where I wanted him.

  He lay down flat on the floor. He motioned for me to squat over his face. I wiggled my ass the way he liked as I felt his tongue slip deep inside my pussy. His oral skills were still quite admirable as he expertly lapped my pussy. I bit my lip as he slapped my ass hard. I grabbed his cock in my hand and knelt down to take him into my mouth. Precum oozed from the tip of his cock as I wrapped my mouth around him. Sucking him long and slow, Ayden moaned. He buried his face in my pussy. I wound my hand around his balls milking them with my hand as I sucked him. I noted that the shirt was right next to me.

  Bracing myself, I pulled my pussy away from him slightly. Before he could react, I sank my teeth deep into his cock while squeezing his balls hard.

  “Fucking bitch!” I flew up grabbing the shirt as I raced out of the house. Throwing open the door, I fell onto the snow covered ground. The icy cold snow penetrated me all the way to the bone. I was running as fast as I could in the deep snow. Darting behind a tree, I pulled the shirt on. The icy snow covered my legs, but there was little I could do about it.

  I was surrounded on all sides by thick woods. I turned and looked all around me. I had no idea where I was. Ayden’s sleek black Mercedes sat in the gravel driveway. I had a quick thought about checking to see if he’d left the keys in it, but knowing how paranoid Ayden had always been I already knew the answer.

  Suddenly, the door flew open and Ayden stormed outside. He was carrying a handgun and wearing a thick warm jacket. I huddled behind the tree as I watched him race through the woods.

  “Amber! Amber! You’re going to freeze to death out here! Come back!”

  The cold wind whipped Ayden’s shirt around my bare legs as I struggled to run in the deep snow. Night was beginning to fall and my vision would be drastically impaired when it did. I had no idea where I was or how long we’d traveled to get here.

  Darting in and out of the trees, I heard Ayden’s voice.

  “Amber! Amber! Where are you?” His voice got closer and closer.

  Frantically, I searched for a place to hide. There was no way I would be able to outrun him in the deep snow. The darkness of the night was beginning to envelop me and I was so cold I could scarcely breathe.

  “Amber, you’re going to freeze to death out here! Please come back!”

  Shivering uncontrollably, I found a huge oak tree with a hole big enough to crawl inside. I scooped out the snow and mud with my hands and backed into it. Curling my knees to my chest, I pulled Ayden’s shirt over my legs. I then pulled my arms inside the armholes trying to keep myself warm. The cold wind howled all around me whipping the snow up into white clouds.

  “Princess!” I heard Ayden approaching.

  Peering out, I saw a porch light in the distance. It looked to be about a half a mile or so away. If I could just get to another house, I could get them to call for help or at least let me in out of this cold.

  I waited a moment as I watched Ayden move right past me. The heavy wind was helping to hide my footprints in the snow.

  As Ayden walked further away, I pulled myself out of the hole and darted out into the icy cold snow again. The strong wind nearly knocked me down as I struggled to get to the other house. I locked my eyes on the light in the distance pushing myself further and further to reach it.

  All of a sudden, I tripped and fell face down into the icy snow. Jumping up, I felt a sharp pain in my side. Every intake of breath caused agonizing pain. Grabbing my side, I hobbled toward the porch light which shone even brighter as I got closer. I was only a few
hundred yards away. I could see it was a tiny cabin most likely used as a hunter’s cabin. I couldn’t see any cars nearby. My heart sank as I feared that no one would be there. Still, maybe it would be unlocked and I could get warm in there. At least I might be able to find a coat and gloves. The temperature had to be in the twenties or lower and my fingers were growing numb.

  Finally, I reached the cabin. I tried opening the door, but found it locked. Peering into the windows, I saw that it was sparsely furnished with just a wooden table and chairs. There were hooks on the walls with an old coat, fishing waders, and several pairs of boots. There was a wood burning fireplace and a hurricane lantern sitting on the mantle. Several old boxes of food sat on the table. Still, if I could get in there to get that coat I would be saved from hypothermia. Frantically, I searched for something to break the glass with.

  “Amber!” I heard Ayden’s voice nearby. I heard a rustling sound near the cabin. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was there.

  Finally, I spied a fishing pole collapsed in the snow. I dug it out and struck the window with it several times shattering it. Glass cut deeply into my hands as I pulled myself through the window. Paying no mind to the blood oozing from my cuts, I flew through the tiny cabin looking for a phone of some kind.

  Nothing.

  “Amber!” Ayden’s voice was just outside the cabin. Frantically, I pulled on the old coat which was several sizes too big reeking of stale cigarette smoke. I looked around hoping to find some type of weapon. There was a fillet knife on the counter. Snatching it up, I stuffed it in the coat as I hid behind the trophy case waiting for Ayden.

  “Princess?” The door to the cabin creaked open slowly. My heart thudded as I wrapped my fingers around the filet knife in my pocket. I stood poised behind the trophy case waiting.

  “Princess, Daddy loves to play games as much as you do, but this one isn’t any fun if I can’t find you!” He rustled around the cabin. Any moment he would find me.

  “Daddy loves his Princess. Please come out. I want to finish what we were doing. Daddy isn’t mad.” His voice sent chills through my body. Trembling, I clutched the knife in my right hand.

  Suddenly, his hands grabbed the heavy trophy case and simply threw it out of the way as if it were weightless. Shocked, I stood staring at him for what seemed to be an eternity. Then, without another thought, I swung the knife through the air plunging it into his shoulder.