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

by Lexie Syrah

  I felt Samantha’s hand begin to wander up my shoulder and down my chest. She was trying to sneak a feel of my breasts, and I couldn’t tell her no. I was so desperate that even though I knew that she wouldn’t help to cure the fogginess that clouded my mind, it would still feel amazing. The closer that her hand got to my breast, the more the resounding “No” in my head turned into a “Yes.” I couldn’t do anything as the waves of pleasure kept me on the edge of orgasm. Then I heard a voice.

  “I see that your little dove is enjoying herself.” I didn’t need to turn to see who had come to see the show. My three tormentors were making my need for release break through any inhibitions I’d had, and this man was the cure for my body’s depraved needs. The soft, but deep tone was unmistakable. Just as Mr. Sheffield’s unmasked mind and soul were primal masculinity, this man’s body was everything that a woman could want from a man. This man’s voice whispered the filthy ways that he’d use me even as his words were completely non-sexual.

  I pulled away from the wandering hands that did nothing but tease and moved towards the origin of that voice: Ken. I’d never expected to do anything with anyone else tonight. At least not when I’d walked into the building. As the night had moved on, though, the club’s tendrils had found their way to me, and my body was unrelenting in its cravings. Mr. Sheffield had given me permission, and though I knew that he disliked the man, it was this man that would be able to make me feel as satisfied as Mr. Sheffield had. If only Mr. Sheffield hadn’t cum, I’d have just asked him, but that wasn’t an option right now, and I needed relief immediately.

  My hand reached out and took hold of the monstrous cock that dangled between his legs. “Fuck me, Ken.” My voice wasn’t pleading or begging. I was just as commanding as I had been with Elaine, but Ken didn’t treat my words as an order. I pulled him behind me while he laughed at my directness. I didn’t have time for subtlety. I grabbed Elaine’s leash and commanded, “Get him hard and then sit on Mr. Sheffield’s cock. Let him use whatever hole he desires while he watches Ken fuck me senseless.”

  Even I was surprised at my words. Yes, I was fiending for cock, but until this specific moment, I’d been fighting with myself about whether to have sex with someone else. The thought of Mr. Sheffield fucking someone else had been a stabbing pain inside of me, but something had switched off. Maybe it was the extreme horniness. Maybe it was the club finally working its magic on me. Maybe it was that I knew that Mr. Sheffield had wanted Elaine already, and I was being the good submissive girl that he wanted. I didn’t know and didn’t care because right then, I was only focused on getting a hard cock into my cunt.

  Everyone was staring at me, Mr. Sheffield especially. None of them could believe the change that had occurred. I had expressed how unprepared I was to have sex with other people earlier in the night, but Mr. Sheffield wasn’t an idiot. He knew that being around this much sexual energy would be the one thing that would decide for sure whether I would ever want to bring others into our relationship. I’d made my decision.

  If I couldn’t handle him fucking other people, I could always tell him that I didn’t want to come back, but if I didn’t ever try it, there’d always be that little voice in the back of my mind saying how amazing it would be. I would also always know that he wanted something, and I was denying him without being sure of myself. At least that’s what my pussy was telling my logical mind. Men get into trouble all of the time by letting their cocks do the thinking, and tonight, it might be my pussy that would get me into trouble.

  Ken didn’t have a problem with the situation when Elaine got down on her knees and took the massive cock between her lips. He knew what the leash meant, and he had no problem using her for whatever pleasure he desired. His desires tonight were obviously rough ones because he gripped her raven hair and pushed his cock to the back of her throat. Her gags and drool were quickly turning me on, and I could understand how a man would enjoy this kind of power over a woman. As Ken’s cock began to lengthen and expand, she had to take it out of her mouth because it was quickly becoming too large to fit even her experienced mouth and throat.

  My hands ran over Ken’s muscled body. He was hard. There was steel under his flesh, and every inch of his flesh seemed to tell me just how much of a man he was. Mr. Sheffield was a force of the mind while Ken was a force in the flesh. And that’s exactly what I wanted. Testing out other partners would have worthless if they weren’t even comparable to Mr. Sheffield, but Ken was his opposite in nearly every way. I had no desire to leave Mr. Sheffield, and I didn’t even know if I’d want to do this again, but for now, I wanted to feel that man’s cock stretching me to the breaking point.

  Mr. Sheffield’s face was covered by a mask that I didn’t understand. He was hiding overwhelming emotions. His cock was erect again, and yet he didn’t seem to be aroused by the sight. Instead, he almost seemed to ignore the sight in front of him. I didn’t have the mental capacity to understand why Mr. Sheffield had a problem with what I was doing, and my pussy didn’t care. He’d explicitly said that I could fuck another man if I wanted to. That was all I was doing, and though my pussy knew that there would be repercussions, she didn’t care about anything other than what was happening right now.

  I reached up to Ken’s cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. This wasn’t the same. I wasn’t a surprised and uncomfortable girl being kissed by a beautiful man for the first time. I didn’t get weak at the knees, but the explosion of energy when our lips met was no different than it had been at the door. I had been right. This was exactly what I’d wanted. I looked down to Elaine. She was using two hands together to stroke the cock that was about to rip my pussy apart. A part of me was a little afraid, but my pussy was the one driving tonight, and she wasn’t scared in the least. She knew that Ken’s cock was going to satisfy her hunger, and that was all that mattered.

  I bent over the table and spread my legs. My face was only a foot away from Mr. Sheffield, and I had to close my eyes so that I could focus on anything other than him. Elaine got up from her spot on the ground to sit on Mr. Sheffield’s cock, letting it slide into her slit and eliciting a soft sigh from my employer and lover. His eyes never left my face as Ken rubbed the head of his cock against my slit. He began to push into me, and I was thankful for how wet I was.

  Mr. Sheffield wasn’t small by any measure, but Ken certainly made him look tiny. As the head of Ken’s cock forced its way into me, I grit my teeth in pain. The pain was similar to the first time that Mr. Sheffield had taken me. I hadn’t been ready, and he’d been rough. Ken was different because he was slow and gentle, but there was no way to fit a cock that size into me without pain. Once he’d managed to fit the head all the way inside of me, he slid in much easier. I knew that he wouldn’t be able to completely fit inside of me, but that was his problem, not mine.

  When he pressed against my back wall and couldn’t fit another inch, he began to pull out just as slowly as he’d entered me. Everything hurt, but I knew how much better that’d make the orgasms. Mr. Sheffield had utilized pain to bring me to orgasm more times than I could count. So once he started to thrust back into me, I slammed my hips backward, forcing his cock all the way to my back wall again. My nails scraped the wood under them, and I felt my legs quivering. This just hurt. I didn’t feel that submissive place inside of me being stimulated, and so the pain was just pain.

  “Fuck me, Ken. I didn’t tell you to massage my pussy with your cock. I don’t care if it hurts. Pound me like a cheap whore. My pussy is begging to be abused!” He didn’t need any more urging and gripped my hips tightly before slamming into me as hard as he could. The force of him hitting my back wall sent shooting pain through my body, and I let out a scream, but my pussy begged for more. I was supporting myself with the table, not with my feet now. Ken’s hands were gripping my hips hard enough that I wondered if they’d already cracked or if he was waiting to cum before forcing that pain on my body.

  Ken understood what I wanted now. I’m sure that many
women had begged him to stretch them out until they couldn’t move. Sometimes a woman needs to feel like she can’t take another inch, and then, she needs to be given another two inches. Every thrust felt like someone was punching my ovaries while someone else lit a fire along my pussy lips. I thought I was going to be split in two, but the pain and stretching had the desired effect. My body was ready to give into my desires finally.

  I reached to my nipples and began to twist them to make it just a little more painful. That was when the world shattered around me as if I was a crystal glass that had fallen from a table. I didn’t understand what was happening. My vision was blurred, and the visions in front of me didn’t make sense. My body convulsed around the giant cock where the shooting pains originated from. And then the waves of pleasure began. Every wave more intense than the last. Ken continued to pound away regardless of how hard my pussy was trying to force him out. His grunts sounded distant, almost from another time or place. But I knew that those sounds meant something and that I should be happy to hear them. I just wasn’t completely sure what it was that they signified.

  Then the pain began to reside, and the waves slowed and finally stopped. My body was pulsing with energy and pleasure as I turned my head. The confusion that had filled my mind cleared as the orgasm finally ended. Mr. Sheffield was staring at me with that same mask while Elaine bounced up and down on his cock.

  A crowd had gathered around us. Their whooping and hollering had been unimportant to my sex-crazed mind, and I hadn’t even noticed them. It felt like the dream where I’d forgotten to wear clothes to school, but this time, the dream included cum dripping down my leg. They had come to watch Mr. Sheffield’s guest get fucked into oblivion by Ken. I didn’t understand why this mattered, but there had been other people fucking and no crowd had gathered.

  I tried to stand up and realized that the ground was slick underneath me. I had gushed. Just one more way for me to make a scene. I smiled bashfully and walked back to my seat. Now that my pussy wasn’t controlling my emotions and actions, I was embarrassed at how I’d acted around all of these people that Mr. Sheffield knew. The dominant nymphomaniac was gone, and in her place was the nervous girl that had walked into the club. When I sat down, Mr. Sheffield said, “Did you enjoy that?” His voice was distant, almost as though he was only asking because it was expected. I was exhausted and filled with so many emotions that I couldn’t deal with any other drama, especially from a man who was currently fucking another woman.

  I had a simple answer for him. “Yes.” Nothing else. No explanation. No comparison. No reassurance. Nothing. Just a simple “Yes”.

  I could see anger behind the mask. I didn’t understand why he’d be angry. He’d said that I could fuck whoever I wanted. Was he upset that I’d enjoyed getting fucked by Ken? Or was it that I gushed from another man when he hadn’t had the same reaction? I didn’t understand, and I was too exhausted to try to figure it out right now. I knew that I needed water along with another drink. I took a sip of the vodka and cranberry and looked over at Mr. Sheffield again. He had turned Elaine around, and now she had his cock in her ass.

  He leaned in to kiss her and she accepted his kiss without hesitancy. Even in my exhausted state, I knew that I didn’t like that. I could handle him fucking her in the ass, but the sight of him kissing her made anger flash through my mind.

  She moaned into the kiss as he began bouncing her up and down even faster. Samantha hadn’t moved from her spot behind my chair, and she as well as the rest of the crowd all watched Mr. Sheffield fuck this girl senseless. Some of the women in the crowd got on their knees and sucked their partners’ cocks while they watched. I heard more than one set of grunts as man after man began shooting their load into waiting mouths.

  We’d become a show for the rest of the members, even though there was a very unpleasant tension between Mr. Sheffield and myself. It was frustrating how we couldn’t just talk now because everyone would hear us. I took my time sipping my drink and watching the crowd while their eyes were glued to Elaine and Mr. Sheffield. Elaine’s hand was rubbing her clit furiously as he pounded her ass, and as the tempo finally hit a crescendo, Elaine let out a deep moan of pleasure. Mr. Sheffield wrapped his hands around her tiny throat and for a second, I thought he was going to crush her between those powerful fingers. Instead, I saw her body begin to convulse as yet another orgasm ripped through her.

  I heard a low moan directly behind me and saw Samantha’s fingers wedged between her thighs. Even a lesbian couldn’t keep from playing with herself while she watched the show. For the final time, I looked at Mr. Sheffield and saw him silently straining, his hands back at Elaine’s waist. I knew that expression from the many times that he’d fucked me in that same position. The strain on his face meant that he was about to cum. Then I saw the relief begin to show. With a roar, he slammed her down for the final time. She collapsed on top of his shoulder, and they both tried to catch their breath.

  Instead of the crowd wandering back to their hidden corners, the most bizarre thing happened. A sudden uproar of clapping burst from the audience. Then, more than one of them came up and clapped Mr. Sheffield and Ken on the back. Several of them tried to come and fondle my body, but they saw my glare and immediately backed away. I wasn’t their plaything, and the last thing that I wanted was another fucking man’s hands on my body. My pussy ached from being stretched, my emotions were a swirling and confusing mess, and my mind couldn’t handle anything else.

  After twenty or thirty minutes of congratulations and drunken cheering, the crowd cleared away. Elaine had gone to clean up, and Mr. Sheffield and I were left alone at our table once again. I didn’t know what to say. I still didn’t understand why he had been angry.

  While we’d endured the crowd’s congratulations, I’d calmed down. I hadn’t enjoyed watching him kiss Elaine because I knew what kind of relationship they’d had before, and deep down, I felt like he’d done it just to spite me. I wasn’t angry anymore, though. I was just exhausted and wanted to be away from the lust-filled glances and back into a calming and comfortable environment.

  “Mr. Sheffield, would it be okay if we went home? I’m really tired and am not in the mood for a ‘party’ anymore.” My exhaustion was plain to see, and he said, “That’s fine, Maggie. We’ll go home. I have to make sure that someone will see that Elaine gets home okay, though.”

  I stood up and went back to the door to wait for Mr. Sheffield. Jackie and Kaitlyn were still there, as bubbly as before, and Jackie said, “Why are you leaving so soon? Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

  “Yeah, I enjoyed myself, and Mr. Sheffield did as well. I’m just tired.” I was having a hard time standing straight because of how sore and swollen my pussy was from Ken’s fucking. I leaned against the wall and felt the textured paint bite into my exposed shoulder blades. It felt good to have that simple, earthy pain to remind me that there was a world outside of the club that actually made sense. Elysium was some kind of dreamland where everything was upside down and turned around. I could imagine coming back sometime in the future, but I had no intention of that time being anytime soon.

  Mr. Sheffield met up with me at the door and waved to Jackie and Kaitlyn before opening the door for me. As we stepped into the night air, I inhaled deeply, trying to clear my lungs of the madness that infected everyone inside of Elysium. I wasn’t the girl who had considered having a slave and the waitress lick her pussy. I wasn’t the girl who had grabbed a man by the cock and told him to fuck her. Most of all, I was not the woman who had ignored the rage from the only man who had ever loved me while I begged another man to fuck me harder.

  I was a housekeeper that Mr. Sheffield had rescued from the streets. I was a woman who was in love with her boss, and I would continue to be that woman regardless of what had transpired tonight. It had been nothing more than a dream, and I wouldn’t hold any of it against Mr. Sheffield. I just hoped that he wouldn’t hold any of it against me either. Yes, we had both agreed to things while
we were in Elysium, but now we knew that neither of us enjoyed watching the other have sex. Life would go back to normal tomorrow, and I would be happy again. I grinned at how similar this feeling was to the morning after a party in college.

  Mr. Sheffield opened the BMW’s door, and I settled into the seat. I could feel the sticky remnants of Ken’s cum on my thighs, and for a moment, I wondered why Mr. Sheffield had been so upset. I quickly pushed the thought away, though. It was only a dream. And dreams don’t change the real world. Unless you let them…

  The car hummed quietly as Mr. Sheffield made the relaxing midnight drive back to his home. I looked outside at the star-strewn sky. It was clear without a cloud to be seen, and I was brought back to my childhood. I’d wanted to be a scientist more than anything. I’d wanted to study everything and make discoveries. I wanted to be famous for being smart. My parents were good to me, and they’d take me on “field trips” during the summer to museums, aquariums, and other houses of knowledge. They had known that I enjoyed those places more than any theme park or movie.

  I remembered the time that my mother had taken me to the planetarium when I was eight years old. It was the first time that I’d ever been to one, and a presenter told us all about the Big Bang Theory, and then he pointed out all the constellations that we could see from our city. It had been amazing. There’d only been a few other people at the presentation, so it was almost like the presenter had been talking directly to me, as though he’d done all of it just to show me the stars.