Torn: A Dark BDSM Romance Novel (Shattered Lives Book 1)

by Lexie Syrah

  I smiled and went to my bedroom. My bedroom. The thought was hard to believe. This morning, I’d been sleeping in alleyways with a blanket for protection against the elements, and now I had a beautiful bedroom in a gorgeous house. I fell into the bed and spread out on it, enjoying the soft embrace of the purple and gold embroidered comforter underneath me.

  Then it dawned on me. This was my bedroom, and I could be naked if I wanted to. I stripped off all of my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I pulled back the embroidered comforter and crawled into bed. When the comforter covered my body, I couldn’t help but think that I was lying in a cloud that was never too hot or too cold. I wouldn’t sweat or shiver through the night, and I wouldn’t wake up wishing that I’d found a flatter spot of concrete. My entire body relaxed, and my still sore ass filled my mind with dirty thoughts of Mr. Sheffield.

  My hand went to my smooth pussy, and I could feel my wetness. I wanted to play with it, but I didn’t want to make a mess in the comfortable bed. I would have time to masturbate tomorrow once Mr. Sheffield went to work, and I was alone in the house. Instead, I took a pillow and put it between my legs as I tried to let sleep overtake me. It didn’t come as easily as I’d hoped. My mind was too full of thoughts, and I couldn’t push them away because they were all too pleasant. I tried to be responsible, but those thoughts of Mr. Sheffield spanking me had their claws in and wouldn’t let go.

  His hands had only touched my ass today, but my mind envisioned the chills that he would send through me as he touched every inch of my body. I could feel his strong and masculine hands grip my waist as bent me over the furniture and forced his huge cock into my tight pussy. I would scream in anguish and ecstasy as he filled me more than any stupid college boy had. His hands would come down on my ass while he fucked me into oblivion, and I would beg for more. My tiny little body was his to control, and everything he did sent waves of pleasure through me.

  I’d never had thoughts like this before. I’d imagined sexy men, men in uniforms, and multiple men, but I’d never felt my pussy swell and throb to the thought of pain and submission to a man twice my age. These thoughts were so much stronger than any of the other ones had been. I wanted Mr. Sheffield to treat me like that, and I knew that if I pushed it, I could convince him to. I just dreaded the thought of him rejecting my advances and turning me out because of it.

  I tried to shake the thoughts, but they wouldn’t leave me. Mr. Sheffield’s touch had become an addiction, and it wouldn’t let me loose from its grip until I had my fill. So instead of falling asleep, hours passed as the visions filled my mind on repeat until I finally passed out at 2 am. My dreams were no better, and I tossed and turned, always searching for the man who would hold me tightly and take me to sensual heights that I’d never imagined.

  Chapter 3

  “Maggie, why aren’t you out of your bedroom yet?” I heard Mr. Sheffield’s voice, but my mind was groggy. I was exhausted and didn’t want to get out of bed, so I tried to ignore him. He knocked again, and I groaned as I rolled onto my other side. “Maggie! Get up!” he said through the door, but I’d already gone back to sleep.

  Then I heard the door open, and Mr. Sheffield walked into my room. I opened my eyes and looked at him as he passed the pile of clothes on my floor. He grasped my comforter and ripped it off of me, exposing my nude body to him. I immediately tried to cover myself up as his eyes ran over my body. He was furious, and yesterday’s agreement about punishments ran through my groggy mind.

  “It’s 6:15 and you’re still sleeping. If you can’t manage to get dressed and be ready by 6:00, then you won’t get dressed at all. I’m going to have to get breakfast on the way to work because there’s no way it will be ready for me now. I don’t have time to give you an adequate spanking, so instead, you’ll spend your entire day naked. I’ve left a chore list on the kitchen counter. I suggest you manage to get it all done by the time I get home at 5:30 tonight. There’s not any food to cook dinner with, so I’ll pick some up on the way home.”

  When Mr. Sheffield finished his lecture, he didn’t wait for a response before turning around and leaving my room. I got up and brushed my long dark brown hair after going to the restroom. I felt strange going into the kitchen naked. Mr. Sheffield was drinking a cup of coffee, and his eyes never left my thin body. I tried not to be modest or cover up, and I got myself a cup of coffee as well. I looked over the list. It was overwhelming, and I’d have to look many of the chores up on the internet to learn how to do them. I’d never cleaned a shower before, and I didn’t even know what grout was much less how to clean it.

  I started to panic, but I took a few deep breaths. The chore list was nowhere near as bad as trying to find food when I was hungry. I could do this, and I knew that Mr. Sheffield wouldn’t fire me even if I failed. I would do my best, and if not, I would be a good girl and let him spank me as much as he wanted. The thought occurred to me that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do everything perfectly. Another one of his spankings would give me even more to fantasize about. A thought crept into my mind, “What would he do if I completely ignored my chores?”

  “I apologize for getting so angry, Maggie. The punishment stands, but I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” His acceptance of a mistake was strange in my eyes. I didn’t think that he was the kind of man to acknowledge his mistakes.

  “Sir, I deserved to be yelled at. I didn’t wake up on time. If you feel the need to punish me, do not hesitate. Whether that’s a spanking, or taking away my clothing privileges, or yelling at me. Every punishment helps me to remember better. Having a schedule is new to me, and my body is not used to it. I promise that I will do my best to be better for you.”

  He nodded at me. With a final gulp, he finished the coffee in his cup and gathered up his things. As he was about to leave, I asked, “Sir, is there a way that I could use the internet to learn how to clean and cook better?” He turned around and said, “The computer in my room is available if you need to use it. The password is ‘Elysium’.” He spelled it out for me, and I did my best to remember it. Then he turned around and left without saying another word. I tried to remember that he wasn’t my husband or boyfriend. He was my employer and didn’t need to tell me anything before he left. Regardless of what I told myself, a part of me cried out at his departure.

  My emotions didn’t matter. I tried to remind myself that I had a massive amount of work to get done, and time was not on my side. I got myself another cup of coffee and stretched my tired body. It was important to go to sleep early if I was going to have to get up early every day. I hoped that the giant chore list would help tire me out today so that I didn’t disappoint Mr. Sheffield tomorrow.

  The first thing on the list was to clean Mr. Sheffield’s private bathroom. The list had the individual tasks within the bathroom broken down so that I would know exactly what it was that I had to do. It looked like a full day’s worth of work in itself, but I would have to get it done in about two hours if I was going to finish everything else. I quickly downed my second cup of coffee and went to work. One of the advantages to being used to hunger is that I didn’t let it get in the way of doing what had to be done. I certainly didn’t have time to make breakfast for myself.

  I went to his computer and searched for some videos of how to do the individual tasks. I was a smart girl, and it didn’t take me long to learn how to clean a bathroom. The internet was a godsend for someone trying to learn new skills. On days that I had spare time, I might just have to spend some of it watching videos on cooking so that I could make more complicated dishes that I knew that Mr. Sheffield would appreciate.

  I went to his bathroom and began cleaning. It was exhausting work, but at least I wasn’t in the heat of the sun or the cold of winter storms. I worked hard and managed to get the entire thing done in just under three hours. I would have to make better time on the rest of the list, but I was exhausted, and as I was walking through Mr. Sheffield’s room to sit down on the couch, I noticed a rack. On it, a
n array of various paddles and other leather bound items hung. I couldn’t help myself. I went to it and inspected the tools.

  The paddles were well worn. I wondered who he had spanked with them and whether that person would be visiting again anytime soon. Visions of Mr. Sheffield using them on my naked body assaulted my mind, and a part of me considered failing in my tasks purposefully so that he would use them on me. The thought made my pussy ache with need, but I couldn’t indulge the desires, though. I needed to impress Mr. Sheffield, and being a worthless housekeeper wasn’t the right way to do that.

  My desires were demanding, though, and I had a hard time focusing on anything else. I put the paddle back on the rack, careful to put it back exactly as I’d found it. I decided not to rest and to keep chipping away at the list.

  I began dusting the living room and vacuuming, and after I’d finished that room, I realized that I was running out of time. I was working as hard as I could, but being naked and cleaning was strange to me. It was so much colder, and I constantly wanted to play with myself. I hadn’t because I was so worried about getting everything done, but being naked made it so much harder to focus on my job instead of my wants.

  I had to vacuum the rest of the house as well as mop and clean my bathroom. I was frantic and began rushing to finish. It was 5:20 when I finished it all. I was sweating profusely, and I remembered Mr. Sheffield’s rule that he wouldn’t put up with a maid that stunk, so I hopped in the shower for a quick rinse-off.

  I was toweling off when I heard the door open. I had finished in perfect time! I was glad that I hadn’t taken that break earlier today. I walked into the dining room where Mr. Sheffield was putting fajitas onto plates. He looked up at me and seemed to shiver. He eyed my naked body for a few moments, and I felt completely vulnerable. But as soon as he looked back at the food, my eyes ran over his body in return. Once again, I felt heat rush to my pussy. I bit the inside of my cheek to cause a little pain so that I could push the horniness away. My fingers would certainly have found their way to the wetness between my legs if my body had its way.

  “How was your day, Mr. Sheffield?” I asked with a smile.

  “Very trying, Maggie. Some days I wish that people would just do what they’re supposed to do.” He looked back at the fajitas and finished setting our plates. I sat down and ate my much smaller portion in time with him. I was surprised that it filled me up. I was satisfied, but not overly full, and for the first time, my stomach didn’t pooch from gorging myself.

  Chapter 4

  When Mr. Sheffield finished, he stood up and said, “Well, let’s check your work, Maggie.” I followed him to his bathroom, and he inspected my work carefully. He nodded his head in approval at nearly everything, but he found a small section of dust at the bottom of the toilet that I’d missed. Then he walked around the living room. His eyes checked the furniture for dust in all of the nooks and crannies that make an ornate piece of furniture such a pain to clean. He didn’t find any, and I beamed with pride. He walked into my bathroom and checked it as well without finding any problems. I was doing perfectly, but as he walked back into my room, he saw my clothes from yesterday on the floor. His entire body tensed up, and he turned to me before taking a deep breath.

  “Maggie, just because I didn’t put your room as one of your chores, it does not mean that dirty clothes on the ground are acceptable. You will receive a punishment for this.” I could see his cock already pressing against his pant leg. Why wouldn’t he just tell me to get on my knees and take his cock out for him?

  “Yes sir, I apologize. I’ll do better tomorrow.” I tried my best to look down shamefully, but a large part of me couldn’t wait to get a spanking. I just wished that he would take it further instead of just teasing me.

  Mr. Sheffield sat down on the couch just like he’d done yesterday. My stomach twisted in knots as I approached him. He’d given me a spanking yesterday, but today I was naked, and that made all of the difference. I laid down across his lap, the cashmere of his pants softly kissing my thighs and stomach with its silk lips. My breasts pressed into the cold of the leather couch, and my nipples hardened almost instantly.

  I’d been fantasizing about another spanking for the last 24 hours, and it was finally here. Mr. Sheffield gripped my ass harder than before. His nails dug into my flesh, and a rush of pain filled me. I was ready for the pain, though. I’d dreamed of it all last night. I gripped his thigh tightly as I moaned in response to his touch.

  His body stiffened under me as my sounds of pleasure filled the room. His hand left my ass with a jerk, and he said, “I’m sorry, Maggie. I won’t be punishing you tonight. I shouldn’t have been so upset about the clothes on the floor. If you sit up, I’ll leave you to your own devices.”

  Utterly confounded by his reaction, I slowly got off of him. He stood up to leave, and I couldn’t help myself anymore. “Mr. Sheffield,” I said, desire and need flooding the room with every word from my lips. He turned back to me, and his body was stiff and his muscles tensed as though he were barely able to contain an emotion.

  “Sir, please come back. I need to be punished.” I felt like a wanton whore, but I had no control over myself. I was a fiending addict, and my fix was walking away from me. “Please, sir. I need it.”

  I could see the war inside of Mr. Sheffield as my words took hold. I hoped so badly that he’d come back, that he’d take my body across his knees and spank me until neither of us could wait any longer.

  He took one step towards me and hesitated for a moment before continuing. As he sat down, I saw my own emotions reflected in his eyes, and I hoped that he would do more than spank me now that his desire clouded his inhibitions. I crawled across his lap again, and his hard cock pressed into my belly, but this time, I felt just a touch of dampness and I fell deeper into my sensual desires.

  Mr. Sheffield’s hand felt like a ghost of yesterday as it came down softly on my ass, barely making a sound. It hovered over my skin, only inches from my pussy. His breath was ragged, and his muscles still tensed. When his hand came down again, it was only slightly harder, and I turned my head to look at him, to beg for something more, but he was staring straight ahead, not even looking at the naked body that lay across him.

  His hand was close enough that it would have been touching my pubic hair if I’d had any. I could feel the warmth of it in the cool air, and I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. I was naked and laying on top of his hard cock, and yet he wouldn’t make the next move.

  I reached behind me and pulled his hand to my soaking pussy. He jerked away, but I turned back to him and whimpered, “Please?” I heard his nails scratch against the leather of the couch, and he closed his eyes for a moment, gripping the couch tightly. Something had changed in that instant. A switch had been flipped, and some decision or acceptance had been made.

  Without any warning, he picked my petite body up and sat me on his lap. A torrent of strength rushed through him, and whatever he’d been battling was gone. In its wake was a fear-inducing calmness. He didn’t make a sound as he picked me up and stood in a single fluid motion. He carried me to the bedroom and laid me down on my stomach. I heard a soft sliding sound for a split-second and then it was over. I didn’t dare to look up or move for fear of Mr. Sheffield lashing out.

  Suddenly, a loud crack filled the room as pain shot through my body. Mr. Sheffield had hit me with something. I turned around to see him holding one of the leather paddles, and he smiled at me as he swung the paddle again. This swing forced a scream from me as I was jolted forward. I’d found the spanking over his knees arousing and pleasurable, but this was different. I wasn’t nervous; I was terrified, and it left my body unable to accept any pleasure in the spanking even though I could barely control myself because of my arousal.

  I heard a thud and then the sound of a zipper. A throbbing ache filled my cheeks, but it didn’t compare to my fear. I wanted to look behind me, to see what was about to happen, but for some reason I was paralyzed. I wasn’t sure if
it was because I was shocked at the paddle or because my body was desperately trying to grind against the comforter below me to get an ounce of release.

  Then a heavy weight pressed against the bed. My ass arched in the air in hopes that Mr. Sheffield would finally fuck me. My legs were in constant motion as small whimpers escaped my lips. I needed something inside of me. I reached my hand between my legs to begin playing with myself, but my fingers found a hard cock right outside of my entrance. Without bothering to say anything, his hips slammed against my ass, and his cock filled my pussy with a single thrust.

  I had thought that the paddle had hurt, but this was so much worse. Mr. Sheffield was ripping me apart, and now I knew what those eyes had meant, what switch had been flipped. He had stopped holding himself back, and now he had given up the guise of professional employer and embraced the merciless hunter. Was this who Mr. Sheffield was without all of the masks in place?

  My body shook with every thrust, and I was caught between the gut-wrenching pain of his cock stretching me and the absolute perfection of an addict finally getting her fix. I had never experienced this kind of pain before. Not even when I’d lost my virginity. There was another emotion, another darker sensation weaving its way through my body, but I couldn’t place it.