Twisted Love

by JB Duvane

  The image of her being fucked on both ends suddenly made me incredibly wet, even though it worried me. I felt like I was betraying Damon by having that thought.

  So many feelings were being brought up in me, I could barely stand it. I decided the best thing to do was follow Damon’s advice and focus on what he was doing to me.

  I felt myself being pulled apart and examined again. Damon’s fingers moved up and down my slit, spreading my juices to cover every inch. I couldn’t stop myself from gyrating along with his movements. But he was right. When I let my mind wander to the crowd, I stiffened up and started to feel panicky. But as long as I kept my focus on Damon’s fingers, the way he prodded me and caressed me, I became lost in the pleasure and nothing else mattered.

  Then, just like last night, the smack of a wooden paddle came from out of nowhere. I screamed out, but was immediately calmed by Damon’s hand moving over the tingling flesh of my ass.

  My mind was brought back to what had gone on the night before; tied up in Damon’s bondage room, being taken hard and rough, then orgasming more intensely than I ever had in my life.

  I wanted to be there again.

  The blindfold helped to shut down my fear of being watched by strangers, and helped to keep me in my mind, and Damon’s constant touch kept me connected with him.

  I moaned when the next smack came, especially since Damon was playing with my clit in between each blow. This went on for a long time, fingers on my clit, then dipping inside me, making me squirm and moan. Then the smack would come, causing me to gasp and sending the most amazing tingling sensations coursing through my body.

  Damon’s voice came out of a deep haze. It was almost too much for me to listen to the words and put meaning to them.

  “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked, his fingers still thrusting inside me.

  Yes, I thought. But you have to fuck me now. Please fuck me, Damon. I tried as hard as I could but no words would come out.

  “I need to hear your answer, Amber.”

  “I want you …” The words coming from my mouth were slurred and heavy.

  “Yes? What do you want?” Damon’s voice sounded almost amused while he continued to play with my pussy in front of the crowd.

  “Fuck me, Master. Please.” I was so relieved that I’d finally gotten the words out, but I was afraid he hadn’t heard me. But then I realized that he did because in the next moment, the head of Damon’s cock was moving up and down my wet slit.

  I strained against the wood that surrounded my neck and wrists as Damon’s massive cock teased me. As he moved in closer, his unique, masculine scent hit me and made me tremble. “Please, Damon, please. I’ve learned my lesson. Please put your cock inside me,” I cried out.

  “Soon enough,” Damon said, his voice sounding both commanding and entertained at the same time. He stroked my pussy and asshole with his cock, my body dancing along with every touch.

  I wanted him inside me. My pussy felt so swollen and needy, and it was starting to feel like Damon was just teasing me. Maybe this was part of the punishment. To make me squirm and beg for him to fuck me in front of this crowd of strangers.

  With every stroke of Damon’s cock up and down my pussy, my moans got louder until I felt like I couldn’t control them any longer.

  I couldn’t control anything going on with my body at all.

  And the crowd could see and hear all of it. They knew how much I loved the way he used me. They knew how depraved I was. How much I needed this.

  I writhed my ass around, begging him with it. I was being driven insane by my need for him to enter me. I’d never met a man who knew how to pleasure a woman like Damon. I couldn’t even make myself feel the way he made me feel.

  “Oh God, Damon,” I moaned.

  “That’s right. Tell me how much you love this. Your pussy has already told me; now I want to hear it from you. Tell me how much you love being used like a little slut.”

  I was going to come just from the head of his cock rubbing against my pussy lips. I cried out, muscles tensing and my back arching so that more of my pussy was exposed to Damon.

  “Yes, I love this,” I moaned. “I love the way you use me. I love everything about this.”

  Damon knew I was close, and he did something that made me want to scream. He pulled back.

  “I don’t want my naughty sub to come too soon,” he said in a sadistic tone.

  After letting me cool down a bit, I felt him behind me again, the head of his cock just barely touching my swollen pussy lips. Then he was there. He plunged the entire length of his cock inside me, spearing me and impaling me and making me scream.

  With each thrust, it felt like I went further and further away from my body. The tingling sensation pulsated through me and filled the black space in my field of vision with bright, white, twinkling lights.

  I had no idea what sounds were coming out of me or what any part of my body looked like. I was floating in a space that was just the two of us, the center of everything revolving around the place where he entered me repeatedly.

  It was the longest orgasm I’d ever had in my life, and felt like it was taking place in every particle inside me and around me. Everything blended together into a soft, vast space where I floated on Damon’s words as they echoed through my mind.

  “You’re perfect, Amber. You did an amazing job.”

  It was a long time before I was back in my body again.

  “How are you doing?” I heard his words coming through the haze again and it took me a moment before I could work up the strength to move my lips.

  “Good.”

  That was it. That was all I could say. I wanted to tell him how incredible that orgasm was, but didn’t know how to express my feelings in words or make my lips move the way I wanted them to. I didn’t feel like I had the breath to speak either.

  “I think we’re done now.”

  Damon released me from the pillory and scooped my body up in his arms. Then, after giving me a kiss on my forehead, he carried me all the way up to his soft, safe bed.

  Damon

  Chapter 13

  Amber finally opened her eyes. I’d been waiting in the bed with her for almost an hour before her body stirred.

  First her lips moved a little, then her hands, and finally her eyelids fluttered open. I ran my fingers through her hair, stroking her, then kissing her on the shoulder and neck and cheek.

  “How are you feeling? You really passed out.”

  Amber smiled and I put one arm around her, holding her close.

  “I feel incredible. But how did I get up here? All I remember is … well, wanting you to fuck me like I’ve never wanted anything before.” Amber’s grin spread across her face.

  “I carried you.”

  “You’re kidding. Again? I’m sorry I’m such a burden after we have sex.”

  “I’m not. I like it. It makes me feel like I’ve really accomplished something, seeing you knocked out like that. Plus it’s a good workout.” I kissed her gently, holding her soft body to mine.

  “How are you feeling? Dehydrated? Hungry?”

  “I’m a little thirsty, yeah.”

  I reached over Amber to the bedside table, grabbed a glass of water, then handed it to her. She took little sips, then gave the glass back to me.

  “Thank you.” She looked around the room, then out the balcony doors. “What time is it? I don’t know if it’s morning or night.”

  “It’s around eight p.m.”

  “Is everyone gone?”

  “Yes, Victor saw everyone out after I brought you up here.”

  “Was Victor down there … watching?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh.” Amber looked puzzled.

  “Does that bother you?”

  “No, I guess I just don’t understand what went on earlier … who those people were.”

  “Yes, I promised I’d explain. And I always keep my promises.” Amber’s eyes brightened.

  I turned on
my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to explain. I’d never had to before. Every sub I’d been with for the last six years had come to me through the organization.

  “Was that the tech company you told me about? Were those the people you work with?”

  I looked at Amber and laughed. “No, no. My company is real, and this really is my vacation. At least it’s supposed to be. Those people are part of an organization I belong to called The Evinrude Society. It’s a group, named after the man who founded it decades ago, where people who are interested in the BDSM lifestyle come together and talk about their interests.”

  “They did a bit more than talk.”

  “Well, yes, that was a special gathering. In order to achieve any standing as a Dom in this community, and it’s a very respected community that has chapters all around the world, a person—man or woman—is required to study under a master and have a final session that demonstrates their abilities. That they are a competent and educated Dom that practices in a safe and sane way. The process is not taken lightly.”

  “So you went through this education process?”

  “Yes. The man who insisted on your punishment was my instructor, Brandon.”

  “And the man that I interrupted?”

  “He was in the process of becoming a master. That was his final demonstration.”

  “Oh, wow. What would have happened if you’d said no to the punishment?”

  “Nothing, really. I’m a master and Granger has no authority over me. He thinks he has some special privileges within the group, but that’s all in his overblown imagination. It’s not some sort of arcane organization.

  “They are very selective about prospective members, and take the lifestyle very seriously, but Granger was just full of hot air. There’s nothing anyone could do but move on. And Brandon was really just letting Granger have his moment. We were both surprised by how you handled things. It was wonderful.

  “Amber, I can’t tell you how much it pleases me that you allowed me to administer the punishment. It was quite thrilling and made me incredibly happy.”

  “It was for me too, Damon.”

  “I … want you to know how much these last two days have meant to me. I feel like I really have found the perfect woman. Not that I had far to look. You’ve been in my life since I was a young boy. But I feel incredibly lucky now that you’re back.”

  I was becoming more intrigued by Amber every hour I was with her. It was astounding to me that we’d only been together two days. It felt like I’d known her intimately my entire life.

  I stared into her eyes, waiting for her to speak, but the words that came out of her mouth were far from what I’d been hoping for.

  “I really should get going.”

  “But I thought you called your office. I was hoping you could stay for the week.”

  Amber’s eyes moved away quickly. “They said they couldn’t get by without me. I’d forgotten about some important meetings that I can’t miss. I’m sorry, Damon. I wish I could stay.”

  Something told me she wasn’t being entirely honest with me. But I wasn’t about to tell her I thought she was lying.

  “You need to leave right away? You can’t stay one more night?”

  Amber smiled, leaned in, and gave me a kiss. It was a nice kiss, but it just didn’t feel the same. Not ten minutes ago she was much more giving. Now it felt like a wall had gone up. The touch of her lips wasn’t the same at all.

  “What about dinner? You haven’t eaten since this afternoon. You really shouldn’t travel like this.” I said, saddened by the sudden change in Amber’s eyes.

  “I’ll grab something at the airport. I really should get going. It’s a long flight and I have to be back to work in the morning.”

  “Of course,” I said, getting up and grabbing my phone. “I’ll let Victor know. He’ll get the driver ready to take you.”

  I sat on the edge of the bed with my back to Amber. There was a long moment of silence and it tore at me. I didn’t understand what had happened. She was okay with the experience but not the explanation of the organization?

  She’d asked me to explain everything to her. I didn’t try to force it on her. And I really thought it would help her understand. But instead it pushed her away. The one woman in my life I’ve ever felt a connection with now seemed miles away, and she was right next to me in bed.

  “You’re always welcome back,” I said to the room.

  Amber came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her lips gently touched my neck and she let them linger, but not very long. Maybe she was worried that she’d be snared in some sort of trap.

  “I’ll get ready now,” she said, heading to the shower.

  “Let me know if you need anything.”

  I heard the water turn on and that was it. Not another word from Amber.

  While she got dressed, I brought her a suitcase I’d packed with everything from the back of the limo. “I believe this is all yours.”

  “Damon, I didn’t buy any of that. It doesn’t belong to me.” She had a sad look in her eyes and I suddenly wanted to be alone.

  “Well, I can’t wear any of it,” I said with an edge in my voice.

  “I’ll just leave it here for the next time I come back.”

  “Sure,” I said, shoving the suitcase aside.

  I was starting to feel like a petulant teenager, but I had no idea what to do. I’d never had a woman do this to me before. I’d never wanted a woman to stay with me as much as I wanted Amber to stay.

  I didn’t want to watch her walk out the door. I was sure I’d never see her again.

  I walked her down to the waiting limo, hoping that something would happen along the way. But she didn’t change her mind. She didn’t stop and say she didn’t want to leave me. Not even when she looked up into my eyes before she got into the car.

  “Goodbye, Damon.”

  I couldn’t help but hear the permanence in that word. “I hope it doesn’t take ten years before I see you again,” I said.

  “Me too.”

  I looked down at those beautiful eyes and an overwhelming sadness filled me. I didn’t want to let her go, but the driver told me they had to leave in order for her to catch her flight.

  “Goodbye,” Amber said again, then disappeared behind the dark windows.

  I watched the limo pull away, and I stared into the dark night long after the lights disappeared in the distance. I wished I’d said something, anything, to make her stay. But that was part of the problem. As much as I needed to control everything in my life, I couldn’t control Amber. I didn’t want to control her, not everything about her anyway.

  Controlling her in bed or in the cellar was one thing, but she was a strong woman who deserved her freedom, and I respected her too much to try and take that away from her.

  I knew that Amber had to make her own choice, even if that choice was to never see me again.

  Amber

  Chapter 14

  The next week went by with no interaction between us at all. I was back to my daily grind, working my dead-end job and trying to pay the bills, but the difference now was I practically threw myself into it. I kept myself as busy as possible morning, noon, and night just so I didn’t have to think about Damon.

  I even went out almost every night with coworkers so I didn’t have to sit at home alone with my mind spinning out of control with thoughts of those two days we’d had together.

  But that didn’t keep those thoughts from taking over at night.

  I would lay in bed and go over everything until the sun started to come up. I barely slept during that week and I checked my phone constantly, wondering if he was thinking about me too.

  I’d left so abruptly, so suddenly, and it made me sick to think of the look in Damon’s eyes before I got in the car.

  It made me sick to think that I’d lied to him.

  I had gotten the week off work, but I told him that I hadn’t. The longer I lay there next to
him, listening to his deep voice and watching his perfect bare chest rise and fall, the more I knew I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let myself fall in love with him. It was all too much.

  There was no way a man like him could be satisfied with me. And the more he talked about that organization, and how involved he was, the more I realized that we were just too different.

  That’s what I tried to convince myself anyway.

  But the reality was, I missed it. I wanted to feel his hands on me, exploring me and caressing me. I wanted to feel the paddle he wielded on my ass, and to know that his eyes were on me, taking me in and devouring me.

  I wanted to feel him inside me, pounding me and filling me up and making me his. I wanted to belong to Damon.

  But I didn’t. I didn’t know where I belonged.

  The problem was, I couldn’t forget about him. No amount of busywork erased the image of those deep, dark, fierce eyes of his from my memory. And no amount of loud music or alcohol took away the way my skin tingled in all the places he touched me. I would picture him kissing me and I would start to turn my head, because I could feel it. I could feel him inside me.

  The following Monday, a week since I’d left Damon’s house and returned to my dreary life, I found a package placed outside my apartment door. I picked up the lavishly-wrapped box and looked at the name card. Written there in impeccable cursive with a fountain pen was my name. There was no question in my mind it was from Damon.

  I rushed into my apartment, throwing my coat and purse down, then tearing through the wrapping paper. I was nervous and scared, but most of all excited. I’d been praying to hear from him. Maybe hoping he could make up my mind for me somehow.

  I opened a large ivory box and looked inside. On top of sheets of tissue paper sat a white card, and underneath it, an ornately-decorated mask and a long, black gown.

  I picked up the card and read it quickly.

  Sir Damon Andrews requests that you be his guest for the night of Friday, August 24 for the Evinrude Ball

  Then scribbled underneath, Damon had written a personal message “I won’t take no for an answer.”