Twisted Love

by JB Duvane

  Amber looked up at me again. “What do you want to do to me down there?”

  I took a sip of my wine and watched Victor bring in the first course. He circled the table silently, set our plates down, then exited the room.

  “First of all I’d like to tie you down—to a table or the bed.”

  “What do you want to do to me when I’m tied down?” She looked a little nervous, but I was glad she was asking these questions. I wanted her to know that I would never do anything to her that she didn’t want.

  “When I have a person tied down, I can train my focus exactly where I want it. I can learn about the person who is tied down, building the pleasure by either intensifying my focus or denying it entirely until just the right time, all in order to create a heightening of senses for the sub, and hopefully a greater climax.”

  Amber stared at me for a long moment. “That sounds like a useful skill to have.”

  She squirmed in her seat again, trying to make it look like she was just getting resituated in her chair. But I could see that this conversation was making her wet. I wondered what her sex life had been like up until this point; if it had been even remotely fulfilling.

  “The most important aspect of this sort of play is trust, though. Above all else, the sub must truly believe that she will come to no harm during the session.”

  “But what about the pain? All those instruments of torture, they look like they could bring a lot of harm to someone.”

  “If you are willing to trust me, to put your faith in me, I can use those instruments on you at the right time and you would only feel pleasure.”

  “Really?” she asked with furrowed eyebrows. “But the whips and the paddles … you’re saying those wouldn’t hurt?”

  “If I wanted them to, they most definitely would. There are many ways to engage in this kind of play. There are people who want to feel the pain. They usually refer to themselves as masochists. But not all people involved in BDSM want to feel pain. It’s up to the people involved—the Dom and the sub—to negotiate what will and will not happen during a scene. And sometimes, it’s the Dom’s job to push the sub. But never too far and never past hard boundaries. As I said, trust is essential.”

  Amber took another drink of her wine and smiled. “It looks like you have a little something for everyone on those walls down there.”

  “Yes, well, all I seem to be missing is a guillotine. But I’ve got one on order.” I smiled at Amber’s wide eyes and she laughed.

  “Ha ha. Very funny.”

  “Just trying to lighten the mood. I don’t want you running off just yet. Who knows, maybe later tonight you’d like to try something?”

  Amber squirmed in her seat again. “Well, thanks to you, I have nowhere to run off to. I don’t even know where I am. Did you plan all this out?”

  I was a bit taken aback, but I understood why she would have thought that. “No, I had no real plans, other than making sure that you left the reunion with me. I know that probably sounds ridiculous, but it’s the truth. I honestly didn’t even think you’d be there and when I saw you I …”

  “You what?”

  “Well, I got tunnel vision. I couldn’t see anything but you, Amber. I felt like I’d lost you once and I didn’t want that to happen again. I was determined to make you mine.” I watched Amber’s face but couldn’t read her expression. “Does that scare you?” I said taking a bite of the salad in front of me.

  “Not now. But …”

  “But it has crossed your mind that you might be trapped out in the middle of nowhere with a lunatic.”

  “Yeah, it sure did.” She smiled at me and I could see the relief in her eyes.

  I took another bite. “Eat your salad. There are four more courses.”

  “Four? Is this the way you normally eat?”

  “Yes. I like to enjoy my food.”

  Amber took a bite of food and grabbed a piece of bread from the platter in between us. “Jeez, weren’t you the guy who only ever ate pizza for lunch?”

  “I still eat pizza. I’m not a total lunatic.”

  Amber laughed out loud then finished her salad. Then devoured every one of the four courses until there was just a small glass of cognac sitting in front of her.

  “That was incredible,” Amber said. “I can’t believe you eat like this every day.”

  “You could too,” I said. “You could stay here for a little while. Maybe take a week-long vacation?”

  Amber stared at me. “You want me to stay here?”

  “I’d love for you to stay. It would be incredible to catch up and …”

  “And what?”

  “Learn more about each other.”

  “Damon, I don’t know.”

  “What’s there to know? I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. I promise.”

  “But what if I can’t do anything you want?”

  “You already have. I think once you start to experience some of what I’m interested in … well, you might surprise yourself.” I took a sip of cognac. “I’ll be very gentle with you. I’ll only go as far as you can handle. This will be a way for you to experience losing complete control. Being with a man who has dominance over you. You’ll see what it’s like to be a sub.”

  “But, Damon, I’m not a sub.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  Amber bit her lip and looked down at the table.

  “I can show you how incredible you can feel. I promise you, I can make you feel better than you ever have in your life. And I can teach you, Amber. I want to teach you.”

  She looked up into my eyes. I was terrified that she was going to say no. Every fiber of my being wanted to reach across the table and grab her and hold her and never let her go. But I couldn’t. It had to be her decision.

  “Okay.”

  I slid my hand across the table and gently took hers. “So you trust me?”

  “I do. I trust you, Damon.”

  Amber

  Chapter 8

  Damon ran his fingers across my bare shoulders, crossing them back and forth as he slowly lowered the silk robe. I stood there with my back to him, completely on edge, breathing heavily, and waiting for the robe to drop to the floor and leave me almost naked.

  I’d already been in front of Damon without any clothes on, but this was different. I was in his cellar now, his play room, and I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what he’d done to other women down here with all of the crazy instruments on the walls.

  Not to mention what he was going to do to me.

  I felt his hot breath on my neck just seconds before his lips came down, kissing me in the one spot that sent a wave of pleasure shooting directly to my pussy. I had no idea how he knew exactly where to kiss me, but he was already coming through with that promise of intensifying the sensations in my body.

  Every single movement his lips made on my skin caused me to moan. I felt like my entire being was crumbling in his grasp, anticipating the moment when he would begin undressing me.

  Just what would happen once he got my dress off, I had no idea. I couldn’t even fathom what he would do to my body, but I wasn’t lying earlier.

  I did trust Damon.

  I could feel it when he was near me and I could see it in his eyes. He didn’t want to hurt me. He was intense and commanding, but he was also passionate and incredibly giving, and all of those qualities made me want him, and trust him, with my body and my heart.

  In the past, I’d been put off by men who repeatedly asked for certain things, like an endless supply of blow jobs. But that was because none of my efforts were ever reciprocated.

  Not my physical efforts or my emotional efforts.

  None of the men I’d been with seemed to respect me, inside or outside of the bedroom, making it almost impossible for me to want to give myself to them when we were being intimate.

  Plus, none of the activities that made me want to submit were ever taken seriously. The fluffy handcuffs would have been a lot m
ore fun if they hadn’t been met with jokes and laughter.

  But with Damon, none of this was taken lightly. He seemed incredibly serious about the pleasure as well as the experience he was giving me.

  He made sure I was comfortable with his plans so that, this first time at least, I knew exactly what to expect.

  He had expectations of me too, I was sure. I was ready to be dominated by a man. The thought had excited me for so long, and now that my dreams were finally coming true, my body was beyond ready to experience everything Damon had to give. Even if my mind was still trying to take things slow.

  That’s what I was most afraid of. I was about to find out what it really meant to submit to a man, and that scared me.

  I was scared to let go of my own fears.

  But I knew I had to, and I knew Damon was the right man to guide me through this.

  I knew I’d finally found a man worthy of submitting to.

  But that didn’t mean I wasn’t still scared. My body shook in anticipation of what was to come.

  I felt the cool air surround me as my robe dropped to the floor. Then Damon’s soft touch was there again, his fingers making their way down my shoulder blades.

  I could hear his even breathing in my ears as he unclasped my bra, then felt the thin piece of fabric fall to the floor. Damon reached around me, his lips on my shoulder again and his hands cupping my breasts.

  “You’re perfect, Amber. You know that, don’t you?”

  His deep, hypnotic voice melted into me and made me feel like I was wrapped in a warm blanket.

  “When I address you, I expect you to answer me.”

  Damon’s words startled me a little, but didn’t break the spell he had me under. “I … I didn’t know that.”

  I felt my body being turned around, and when I opened my eyes, what I saw took my breath away. I was looking into Damon’s eyes, but they were different somehow—darker and much more intense. His eyes looked like they were peering inside my soul; like they were reaching in and grabbing ahold of me. “When you speak to me in this room, you will address me as Sir.”

  “I … uh … yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” Damon let go of my arms and turned around, slowly pacing the room. My legs were suddenly so weak I thought I might fall over, but I righted myself just in time. All I wore were the incredibly skimpy black panties and the ostrich feather slippers, and I suddenly felt very insecure about my body. I moved my hands across my breasts and when Damon turned around I realized that was the wrong thing to do.

  “Put your hands down at your sides. Now.”

  I quickly complied, then froze in place, my breath caught in my throat.

  “Amber,” he started in a calm but slightly irritated tone. “You would not be here if I did not think you deserved it. By that I mean, you are perfect, and you deserve to experience pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. I will not allow you to cover yourself in my presence. I do not appreciate you thinking of yourself as anything other than perfect. You are mine and I expect you to behave like a woman who knows she is worthy of that title.

  “I’ve had hundreds of women in this room and I can tell you that you are in a league all your own. And I expect you to behave that way. If you do not already possess it, you will develop the pride in your body and your spirit that you are deserving of. I will not settle for anything less. And you shouldn’t either. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

  I was stunned. The words Damon said were spinning around in my head. No one had ever said anything like this to me. I couldn’t hold back the tears and immediately hated myself for the show of emotion.

  At least, that’s what I thought. Maybe I was so used to finding things to hate about myself that I just grabbed at the one that seemed most obvious at the time.

  My body, my looks, my excessive emotions. There seemed to be an endless list.

  But instead of admonishing me, Damon rushed over and wrapped me in his arms. “Amber, I know this is different from anything you’ve ever experienced before. I know that these are not the kinds of conversations that people usually have out in the real world. But to be honest with you, I think we’d all be better off if they did. I’m not saying this to you because I’m angry with you. I’m saying it because I can see things in you that you can’t see. I want to show you how beautiful you are, Amber. I want you to look in a mirror and be able to stand proud when you look at what you see. And I don’t ever want to hear you say another negative thing about yourself again. I absolutely won’t allow it in my presence.”

  I looked up at Damon and he brushed the tears out from under my eyes with his thumbs.

  “Can you say it for me?”

  I took a deep breath. “I’m perfect.” I felt so silly saying those words, but a part of me wanted to believe them. I wanted to see myself the way Damon saw me.

  “Was that so hard?” he asked with a soft smile.

  I laughed for a moment, but I knew he was right. It shouldn’t have been hard for me to say nice things about myself. If I didn’t, then who would? “No.” I froze, my eyes darting up to his. “I mean, no, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He kissed my lips gently, then pulled away, making me ache for more.

  “We need to talk about your safe word. This is a word you can use if you want me to stop what I’m doing. You can use it at any time, especially now while you’re just starting out. If you feel physically or emotionally distressed, just say this word and I will stop immediately. I usually use the word red. It’s a fairly common safe word.”

  “Why don’t I just say stop?” I asked.

  A smile spread across Damon’s face. “Because that’s not what I do when I hear the word stop. Ever.” His face became serious again. “What will you say when you want me to stop, Amber? I need to make sure we understand each other.”

  “I’ll say red, Sir.”

  “Very good. Now, turn around and crawl onto the bed,” he said with a firm tone.

  I did exactly what he told me to do. When I was on the bed and my ass was facing him, I felt his eyes on me. It was incredibly uncomfortable, but it also made me crazy with desire. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, then slowly and deliberately, he pulled the sheer, black panties halfway down my ass. I could feel them there, still hugging my thighs, but when the cold air hit my pussy lips I knew I was exposed to him.

  I heard footsteps cross the room, then a drawer open. When Damon was behind me again, I felt cold metal against one of my thighs. I gasped, but didn’t move. I wanted to be perfect for him.

  I felt the tension of the elastic release as he cut through the fabric with a pair of scissors. Then he slid the sheers under the fabric on my other thigh, and with another snip, the panties fell off.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Sliding them across the red velvet bedspread, I moved my feet apart and heard the slippers fall to the floor.

  “Wider.”

  I didn’t know how much further I could spread my legs, but I did my best, lowering my stomach to the mattress. I felt Damon grab one of my feet and pull it tight in one direction, securing a leather cuff around my ankle. Then he picked me up by the waist and moved me so that my leg was stretched as far as it would go, pulling the other leg in the opposite direction and securing that one too.

  My legs were spread so that they ran parallel to the edge of the bed. Then my hands were next. He brought both behind me and secured my arms at the elbows and again at the wrists. I was completely immobilized.

  I could hear fabric rustling as Damon undressed behind me, his shirt and pants landing on a chair that was near the bed.

  “My sexy girl,” Damon said, his hands on my spread ass cheeks. I felt his warm kisses on the inside of my thighs, then his fingers when he spread me apart.

  I squirmed a little, moaning at the way it felt to have him examine me so closely. Every inch of my pussy was exposed to him now, and I knew it was dripping wet. I’d never felt anything like this before in my life. Knowing that he was ther
e, that he wanted all of me, it was intoxicating.

  I felt his fingers move through the slick wetness that coated my entire pussy. I tensed up every time he slid them over my sensitive asshole. I’d never had anything in there before, and I could tell that was an area he liked to focus his attention.

  First he slid his finger inside my pussy, then he pulled it out and pushed it into my asshole. I gasped and cried out, but not from any kind of pain. I loved the way it made me feel. I loved the way it felt to pull on the restraints and know that I could not break free. I loved knowing that Damon could do anything he wanted to me and I was powerless to stop him.

  “You like this, don’t you. I can feel you gripping onto me.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said with a quivering voice.

  “Tell me what you like.”

  I was embarrassed to say any of it out loud, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. “I like the way you feel inside me.”

  “Yes? I’m glad. What else?”

  I hesitated for a moment. “I like the way it feels to be restrained.”

  “What else?”

  “I … I like the way it feels for you to be in control.”

  “That’s a good girl. I especially like that too. I’m going to be gentle with you since this is your first day, but you’re not getting up off that bed until my cock has been inside your asshole.”

  I couldn’t believe what he’d just said and as I wriggled my ass a whimper escaped from my throat.

  Damon

  Chapter 9

  I could feel her struggling underneath my grip, but that just made my cock harder. There wasn’t much I loved more than to feel a woman struggle, and Amber’s ass looked spectacular wiggling back and forth in front of me.

  I moved my fingers in and out of her glistening, swollen pussy, then pulled her lips apart and plunged my tongue inside her. I could feel her muscles tighten and I almost laughed out loud at the futile movements of her legs. But when I heard that deep, sexy moan, I almost lost it.

  I wanted my cock inside her, but the build-up was just so damned intoxicating.