Dark Master (Dark Masters Book 1)

by Shana Vanterpool

  JD

  I read his email repeatedly, my sugar cookie melting in my mouth. Simply reading his written words turned me on. I squirmed in my chair, my ass all but healed. I didn’t realize how much I missed the sting of his punishment until it was gone.

  Like always, I was swept away on the high that was Jax Damon.

  From: SweetSub18

  To: JDdominant

  Subject: Please hear me out

  I think I owe you an apology, Master. I said I could do this, because I thought that the hardest part was getting you. But that wasn’t the hard part. That was easy. Being your submissive is a lot harder than I thought it would be. It’s glorified as a dark sexual experience, appeals to all the parts of me it should appeal to, but I don’t think that’s entirely true anymore. I think it’s a severe lifestyle change that I didn’t fully think through before committing to. Because it doesn’t matter, does it? I want you so badly I’ll do anything to have you. If you’re willing to train me, I can be what you desire. If you’re patient, you’ll be what I already desire.

  I hit send before I could take it back, my stomach crashing with nerves. He’d read between the lines. He’d know I spent the time he gave me to think to only panic. He didn’t answer me until noon. I couldn’t help but feel like the wait was intended. To make me yearn for his words, or to think about mine.

  From: JDdominant

  To: SweetSub18

  Subject: Proposal

  Miya, perhaps I was too eager. I have patience, but not enough to condition you the way I’d like. I’d give in to you. It’s hard enough to sit still and not think about you. Your beautiful golden brown hair. Your burning baby blue eyes. Your pale snowy skin. The flush in your cheeks when you look at me. The tender peaks of your nipples whenever I enter the room. The curve of your incredible body. Your round full heavy breasts, your tiny waist—I could fit my hands around it. Your heart-shaped ass. Your long taut legs. You are my darkest desire. I can barely type without taking my hard cock out of my jeans and stroking myself to the memory of you receiving my spanks. You drive me to the deepest depths of insanity.

  For this to work, maybe you should see what a dom/sub relationship is like. I have contacts. We can play in a similar environment. Switch partners. Give and receive control in others to understand what we want in us?

  Please don’t panic. I can picture your face as I type this. I am yours, Miya. YOUR dominant. Breathe. I don’t want to share you either, but you need perspective. There’s only one way to gain that.

  This isn’t a yes or no answer either. I’ll pick you up at eight. Wear no panties or bra. Tight jeans—skin tight—with a white cami. Barefoot. I’m bringing heels. Make sure your finger and toenails are painted deep red. Hair down, makeup light—no eyeliner or mascara. It will run.

  We’re going to play tonight. And you will see how perfect we are for each other.

  JD

  I was in a state of disarray. Panting from how beautiful he made me feel. Aching with the prospect of seeing him. Fearful of what to expect. And enraged at the mere idea of sharing him.

  I grabbed my purse and took off for the nearest salon. I wanted to expunge my last uncleanliness from my mind. I got my pussy and eyebrows waxed. I got my nails done. I got my hair cut, finding it erotic to be primping for him. I wanted to look as beautiful as he made me feel. I tried on four pairs of skinny jeans before I found the perfect pair. Light denim, tight like leather, making my ass look divine and hugging the mound of my pussy tightly. I bought an even tighter cami; my nipples hardened in it as I stared at myself. I wanted him to know I was trying.

  I pinched my nipples through my cami, a flood of ache warming my sex. I rolled my nipples around between my fingers, biting my pink lips in the mirror. It felt good to feel lust after being without it for so long. I looked sexy, mature—wanton. I was so horny, I sat down on the floor, rubbing my aching sex through my jeans.

  I lifted my cami and disregarded all my worries, playing with my nipples until I was mad with lust. I would do my best tonight. My pussy was aching for his cock.

  My nipples were hard with desire.

  But it was my eyes that were teeming with his darkness.

  Because I wanted to please my master.

  When I heard the lobby door buzz, I moaned.

  I wanted to be full. Being a virgin with this kind of hunger inside of me was starting to make me rabid. My pussy clenched and my stomach filled with heat as I orgasmed.

  I was flushed and guilty when I came downstairs to meet him. My bare feet bit into the concrete as I walked to his Lexus. When I opened his door and sank down, his eyes appraised me immediately. It had been a painfully long time without him.

  Tears burned the backs of my eyes. His eyes were midnight. His handsome face was hard monstrous beauty.

  “You look beautiful. Good girl.” His throat bobbed as his eyes took in my breasts. My nipples were still unbearably excited. “Show me.”

  I pulled my neckline down, exposing my breasts for him. His hand shot out to hold one, palming my swollen tit. My breasts were fairly large, hanging like ripe fruit and always somehow tender with want around him.

  “We’ll have fun tonight,” he stated. “You will give yourself to whoever wants you. You will do what they tell you. If you’re uncomfortable, use the standard safe word, red. Warning word is yellow. Do you understand, my sweet Miya?”

  I moaned when he pinched my nipple. His fingers bit down hard, pulling at the mound. “Yes, Master,” I breathed, arching into his hold. “Will you do the same?”

  “Do you want me to? It turns some on to watch their masters please other partners. Imagine it, please.” He leaned closer, kissing the side of my nose. “My tongue stroking another woman’s clit. My cock stretching her cunt. Mmm,” he hummed appreciatively when I began to tremble. “Picture my cum filling her.”

  His dirty words turned me on, not the images of him anywhere near another woman. “I don’t want you to. I don’t even want to be with another man.”

  “It’s just roleplay. You’re doing it again. Letting your fears and emotions take over the situation. You’re mine. You will not have sex with anyone tonight. Your virginity is mine. They’ve been informed. It’s a lesson. My cock won’t leave my pants. You possessive little thing.” He chuckled into my neck, pressing a kiss to my thrumming pulse. “Put your shirt back. And that is the last time you ever touch yourself without my approval. You think I can’t smell the musk of your horny pussy? It was made for me. The next time you pleasure yourself without my approval we will exchange lovers and my cock will never stay in my pants. Do I make myself clear?” He bit down hard on my throat, making me cry out.

  “Yes, Master.” That was a punishment I wouldn’t suffer through. “Most subs wouldn’t mind sharing their masters because they don’t love them the way I love you.”

  “You’re probably right.” He smiled crookedly at the road. “We’re in a whole new kind of dom/sub relationship.” He turned onto the highway and melted between the late-night Saturday traffic. “Your heels are in the back. Put them on. Samuel wants simple, nothing fancy. You’ll be naked save for your heels most of the night anyway.”

  I reached into the back and found a Christian Louboutin shoe box. I wasn’t much for shoes. I was fine with comfortable sneakers. I had never looked at my body with much interest. The moment I met Mr. Damon, I started to look at myself the way I’d always yearned. I was a woman, beautiful because I wanted to be. It was that simple. Under his stare, it was hard not to feel sexy and confident.

  Not to mention I’d never had enough money to ever buy such a gorgeous pair of black pumps with red soles. They wrapped up my ankle, turning my jean clad legs into long curvy sex objects.

  “Thank you,” I whispered, gazing at his beautiful profile as he drove. “They’re beautiful.”

  “You’re welcome. I know you’re not materialistic, but I am.”

  I smiled at my heels. “I’ll only be wearing these all night?” The t
hought sent a thrill through me.

  “I know,” he agreed, thoughts aligned with mine and his tone darkening. “I’m having a hard time driving thinking about it. Cold?” he asked when I shivered, reaching over to turn the heater on.

  Warm air flew across my shoulders. I could get used to this Jax. The sweet tender Jax with a subtle dangerous edge. Making me beautiful and taking care of me. I’d never had anyone to do that before. My heart burned hotter for him. “Who’s Samuel?”

  “A fellow dom. He’s more set in his ways. The way he acts will show you what you’re not seeing. I want so badly to care for you, but I want your control too. We’ll learn together,” he promised stiffly, clearing his throat. “How was school?”

  “Lonely. How was teaching?”

  “Rewarding,” he teased, flashing me a rare rueful smile. “You’re introverted. You should have friends. Go out. You’re nineteen, Miya. I sometimes forget how much younger you are from me.” His smile fell.

  “I like your age. It comforts me, for some reason. Your maturity, your confidence. Men my age only want sex and they barely manage to do that right.” He was thirty-one. Sexy mature man. He turned me on when men my age couldn’t. “Does my age bother you?” I’d never considered the age difference in the midst of my want for him.

  “It should.” He sighed. “But it doesn’t.”

  “How old was your last sub?”

  “Twenty-five. You may end up wanting a younger dom, should you choose this lifestyle. There will be both tonight.”

  “Is that what this is? A buffet of sexual deviants so I’ll choose them over you?” I knew the moment the snide comment left my lips, I would regret it. I snapped my lips closed and steeled myself.

  Conversation stilled. His jaw stiffened. Shadows overcame his face.

  “I’m sorry, Jax. But I don’t want someone else. I want you. If you’d rather not have me, that will be something I’ll have to deal with. But if you’re bringing me here tonight to pawn me off on someone else—”

  “Stop talking,” he ordered, tone level with fury.

  He said nothing the rest of the drive. I wanted to fix it, but he wasn’t going to budge and save me tonight. The neighborhood he drove into wasn’t what I thought a BDSM cocktail party would be in. It was a lavish mansion. Not a wet moldy dungeon.

  “Give me your purse.” He took my clutch from me and locked it up in his center console. “The moment we walk into that house you are a submissive. You will do what is asked of you or you’ll get punished. Samuel and Vega don’t think rude and bratty nineteen-year-old virgin submissives are cute.”

  Getting in his car tonight was saying yes to all he planned for. The time to deny him was gone.

  “Do I make myself clear?”

  I took a deep breath and faced him. His rage and disappointment were palpable. He knew I would embarrass him and ruin tonight. His lack of confidence in me was hard to see. I leaned forward and put my forehead to his. “May I kiss you softly, Master?”

  His eyes slid closed. “You may.”

  I did so, kissing his lips so softly I felt his hot exhale of air on mine. “I’m so sorry I keep disappointing and disrespecting you. I’ll do my best tonight. I promise.”

  “I hope you do, Miya.” He got out and waited for me near his hood, dressed simply in a black shirt and black jeans, his boots tied loosely and his black hair sexily tousled. He was so hot bad boy tonight. He took my hand. “How do you feel about women?”

  Trust him. “I feel like I’ll try anything for you tonight.”

  I knew that pleased him when his hand softened around mine, holding me instead of forcing me.

  He took a deep breath and then opened the large double front doors. “Time to play.”

  9.

  Samuel was astonishingly sexy.

  Jax pointed him out to me as he leaned against the bar, same outfit as Jax. Black jeans and black shirt, barefoot. His hair was faded on the sides and long and floppy on top, the color of whiskey. His face was similar to Mr. Damon’s, in that it was hard and unflinchingly handsome. He was tall too, muscled as well. I felt guilty the moment I was relieved.

  “It’s okay,” Jax whispered, a smile in his voice. “Every single woman in this room reacts to him.” His arms slid around me from behind and he rested his head on my shoulder, speaking only to me in the living room. We’d been there for approximately a minute and no one said a thing to us other than casting curious glances our way. “Watch and learn. Every woman here except for Vega is a submissive. Some are long term in the lifestyle but without a master, and some are new like you. Odds are the ones with your outfit are new.”

  Five women stood in the living room, either chatting or waiting. Most looked curious and eager, their eyes darting around the room. Two women weren’t wearing white cami’s and jeans. They wore white jeans and black cami’s. Simple, still gripping their bodies. They were all different looking, but our body types were eerily similar. Tall, large breasted, narrow waists with round full asses. And we were all brunettes. Our brown hair varied. Mine was golden brown, the rest went from deep brown to medium.

  Samuel had a type.

  “Is that Vega?” I nodded at the woman talking to Samuel at the bar. She was blonde, bright as the sun. Taller and ten times more voluptuous. She wore a dress. Strapless, the color of blood. She was so beautiful I could only stare. She looked slightly older, but it was hard to say how exactly; her confidence, her poise.

  “Mhm.” He chuckled in my ear, so much lighter in this room of likeminded people. “My first infatuation. She brought me into this world. Showed me how to harness my dark emotions. I owe everything I have to her in some form or fashion.”

  I bit back my jealousy at the reverence in his voice. “She introduced you to this lifestyle?”

  “Yes.”

  “How?”

  “I was a seventeen-year-old angry monster, taking my anger out on the world the wrong way. I was expelled from high school. I wasn’t going anywhere when we met. She had me on my knees so fast, I never saw my life coming into focus.” He hugged me tighter in his arms, burying his face in my neck and hair. “Do not be jealous. She saved my life. Without her, there would be no us. Welcome her in.” His erection pressed into my backside. “And I need there to be an us, Miya. Vega saved me, but she didn’t make me feel human the way you do. We may do monstrous things to each other, but we are human when we’re done.”

  I melted into his arms. “She’ll have my utmost respect.”

  “Good girl,” he purred, kissing my earlobe.

  Samuel looked over at us all, but he stopped short when he saw me. His eyes traveled over my body, mostly my erect nipples and the grip on my cami Jax had in his fists as he kissed my neck wet and hotly.

  He nodded at Vega and said something, causing her to look over with an indulgent almost motherly smile. “Jaxon, honey, release her. She is not yours for the evening any longer.”

  His head shifted, looking at her presumably. He let me go slowly, slinking away from me and putting his hands behind his back. He cleared his throat. “My apologies, Mistress Vega. She tempts me.”

  Aww shit. Submissive Jax was sexy too. Reticent bad boy, biceps bulging. Cock straining his black jeans.

  Vega disregarded him with a hair toss and returned to Samuel. He continued to stare at me, entrapping me with his clear blue eyes. He was frightening the longer we shared a gaze. My heart sped up and my palms sweated. He was a consuming male. Demanding.

  Where Jax instilled love and lust, this man instilled fear and wonder.

  “Come drink, Jax,” Samuel called. “And bring your pretty as fuck friend.”

  Jax took my arm and led me over to the bar in the corner of the living room. He parked me beside Samuel and dipped behind the bar, bowing his head to Vega. I watched them interact through blinders. Closer and I’d kill her.

  She kissed his lips with her eyes open, bearing down on him like a force of nature. His eyes were pools of darkness gazing into hers, an
d in them, I saw all the things they’d done together. Dark, dark, dark things. I was alone suddenly, in a den of wolves without a master.

  “On your knees,” Samuel said, deep voice emotionless.

  Jax flashed his gaze my way, a clear warning in his. Do it!

  “You need not seek permission from him tonight. I am your master now, Miya Reemond. Nineteen-year-old college student. Tight virgin body. On your knees or I’ll spank you raw in front of everyone.”

  I sank to my knees immediately.

  “Head down.”

  I cast my glance on the wooden floors.

  “If you look up, you’ll never do it again.” He moved to touch my hair, gathering it in a ponytail in his fist. “I’m under obligation not to penetrate you with my cock tonight, but I have other ways to stretch your … expectations.” He tugged on my scalp, making me gasp and hiss in pain. I kept my eyes on the ground. “You will call me Master Samuel. Is that clear, slut?”

  Slut? Say what? I was no slut. But I wasn’t a dumb virgin either. “Yes, Master Sam.”

  “Mmm. Your sweet voice is making my cock hard. Say something pleasing to me.”

  You needy slut, I thought, fighting the urge to giggle. Thankfully, my face was on the ground and I felt eyes all over me. “Your home is beautiful.”

  He paused. “Hmm. Interesting approach. Thank you. Does slut not work for you?” he guessed, a smile in his voice. “Works on some.” He wrenched my hair back and put his face close, the evil desire in his eyes owning me. “You are a dirty slut in my house, do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master Sam.”

  “You’re a filthy little slut who can’t wait to feel my cock, isn’t that right?” He pressed my face to his bulging cock in his jeans.

  My pussy clenched but my mind thought he was a crude bastard. “Yes, that’s right.”