“You may want it but you don’t deserve it, do you?”
Her mouth rumpled into a pitiful frown. “I’m sorry.”
Sevastian molded his hand over Ava’s bare mound. “I’m sure you are but you still broke the rules. You know the consequences.”
“It’s not my fault!”
Her bare legs twisted beneath his. Sevastian found it to be a torturous distraction and supported why he had kept his physical distance until now.
“Really? How’s that?” He drew closer until they were mouth to mouth.
“I couldn’t help it. Between that damned conference call and my mother coming to visit I just forgot all about the doctor’s appointment.”
“You still broke the rules.”
“But—”
He nipped her into silence. “No, Ava. You should have just called, apologized, authorized payment, and rescheduled. Instead what did you do?”
“I called myself a stupid bitch.” Indentations dug into her brow as she muttered, “You weren’t supposed to hear that. I didn’t even know you were home.”
Sevastian studied the ruddy flush spreading across her cheeks. “What else did you say?”
Ava squirmed. It was obvious to him she desperately wanted to break eye contact. She didn’t and that made all the difference in her avoiding harsher punishments.
“I said how I shouldn’t have been so stupid to begin with.”
“What else?”
“That I was going to implement more safeguards so it never happened again.”
Sevastian sighed in disappointment. She swallowed his breath. “We’ve been living our new life together for over seven weeks. Didn’t you promise me you were going to work on accepting your mistakes?”
“I’m trying!”
“It didn’t sound like you were trying when I overheard you. How many times, Ava?”
“How many times what?”
“How many times have you done this?” Sevastian ghosted a kiss across her cheek when she shook her head in denial. “I want to help you. Let me help you.”
“There haven’t been any other times. Honestly.”
“You’re lying.”
“No! I’m not.”
He squeezed her hard. Ava’s thighs closed around his arm. She rewarded him with decadent slickness. “I’m disappointed in you. I thought we were making progress.”
“Okay, okay! There was one other time but it was such a small incident that I didn’t think of it until now.”
“Go on.” His middle finger teased her, burrowing deep inside before retreating to play with the sensitive area further down.
Ava’s hips jerked up. She chanted his name interspersed with sweet pleadings of, “Oh please!”
“Finish your confession.” The tip of his finger pushed past her tiny rosette. She groaned, fretting about enjoying something she once protested against so vehemently. “Go on, Ava.”
“It was…oh god...when I…when you…”
“Make sense, darling.” Knuckle-deep inside her, Sevastian added another finger. Her writhing brought out the devil in him. He licked the edge of her firm breast, careful to avoid the delicious nipple begging for a taste.
“I didn’t…I didn’t…I almost let an e-mail go through without triple-checking for errors or possible miscommunication issues.”
“Then what happened?” Three fingers in and she danced divinely.
“Oh! I…I…had to check. It was too important, Sevastian. It had to be checked!”
Sevastian swallowed her nipple whole. Ava’s chanting increased in tandem to the pressure of his mouth.
“Please, please, please, Sevastian. Please fuck me! Please! You haven’t done it in a week. I need you. I promise I’ll never do it again! I swear!”
“You’re still staying on the floor.”
“I don’t care!”
“Anywhere I want?”
Ava stared him down. Defiant, violent, and possessed, she seemed untouchable. “Anywhere.”
* * *
She wished she could hold onto him. Legs sprawled across his strong thighs Ava laid there pinned to the floor by his cock. It felt massive and impossible to hold inside of her. She tugged on her bonds but they held as firm as they had for the past five days.
“Does it hurt?”
Pride warred with concern, leaving Sevastian enough time to flirt with conscience. Both emotions were unacceptable. Ava had the inexplicable urge to backhand him.
“Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
His lopsided smirk loosened her resistance. Sevastian groaned as he slid in deeper.
“Fuck! That feels so good, Ava.”
His possession burned all other thoughts of her mind. She became a creature solely dependant upon him. He could destroy her. He could remake her. It was up to him. She had no control, nothing other that her truth and his whim.
Ava chased the imbalance of power. An old flicker of the woman she used to be wondered if this wasn’t cleansing but actually abusive. If it was, just exactly who was the abuser and the abused?
She impaled herself on him and cried out.
Grunts, sighs, and whimpers comprised the soundtrack of their vicious pleasure. Sevastian stopped several minutes in and lifted her up to his mouth. He devoured her, making it so easy to come that she did it three times. When he slid back inside her ass, Ava found herself craving the odd, itching sensation of him stretching her relentlessly.
“Tell me how much you love me.”
She obeyed.
“I love you, Ava. God, I love you!”
She preened.
“I need this. Tell me you need it too.”
She swore.
His hands tightened on the backs of her thighs as he forced them up higher. “I’m getting ready to come.”
Ava jerked her hips faster and welcomed his release with a throaty laugh.
Sevastian nuzzled her neck. She arched into him, kissing and biting him as much as she dared. “How much longer am I going to be punished?”
“One more night.”
“You know this is hell.”
“I know. It’s supposed to be.” Disappointment flavored his kisses, letting her taste his regret.
“If my mother even suspected that you’ve been tying to me to the bed after dropping her off at her hotel…”
Sevastian flexed once. Ava sighed softly.
“I’ve loved watching you put on your mask…trying to be normal…” He gripped her face with both hands. “I’ve loved watching the cracks even more.”
Ava’s gaze shone with adoration.
Later, after retying the blindfold and covering her with a blanket, Sevastian brought her pink doggie bed. It was large enough as long she lay on her side with knees up. A pretty rhinestone collar and matching leash replaced the wrist restraint.
He expressed regret in not doing it sooner.
Sometime in the middle of the night Ava awoke to find him sleeping next to her on the floor. Reaching out to brush back his hair, she wondered how it was possible to love someone as much as she loved him and not lose her mind.
The years rose before her. Possibilities etched the mental map of their lives. They branched out, teasing her to follow. Ava traced his elegant nose with her fingertip. The familiar urge to nudge their choices, to push them into a direction of her choosing tempted Ava but soon faded away.
She didn’t need to control their future when she had something greater than containment.
Trust.
Their way wasn’t conventional. It didn’t follow the classic rules of dominance and submission. It wasn’t even fully understood by Sevastian and herself but it was an imperfect relationship of their own making.
And she loved it.
“What’s wrong?”
He pushed up on one arm, eyes clouded with sleep but body tense and ready to spring if she so much as tried to run away. Ava tugged him back down.
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Let’s
go back to sleep.”
About Charlotte
Charlotte DeCorte is the pen name used by Claudia D. Christian to explore dark erotica without a paranormal bent. Although set in contemporary situations these stories are meant to examine the theme of “Punishment is love” through the use of unstable and/or unusual characters. Nonconsensual situations, violent expressions of passion, and psychological implications will abound because Charlotte writes from the viewpoint that not all relationships are or want to be grounded in the traditional rules of courtship.
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Writing as Claudia D. Christian
Novellas
Love Unfortunate
Suicide Doll
Novels
Devil’s Descent I: purgatory
Devil’s Descent II: impure
Vicious Bliss: fallen
Short Story Collection
Fracture – A Miserable Love Collection
Anthology
Hearteater – A Creative Collaboration
Table of Contents
CRY FOR ME
A Story of Dark Desires
Cry for Me
Copyright 2011 by Charlotte DeCorte
Cry for Me
About Charlotte
Writing as Claudia D. Christian
Novellas
Novels
Short Story Collection
Anthology
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