The Exhibition: DARK EROTICA SERIES

by Lucy Lixx

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  The Exhibition

  Vol. 1 & Vol. 2

  (A Damon & Alice Novel)

  Dark Erotica Series

  © 2016

  Table of Contents

  (The Exhibition Book 1)

  PROLOGUE: Alice

  Damon: Capturing Perfection

  Alice: Down the Rabbit Hole

  Damon: The First Lesson

  Alice: Date with the Devil

  Damon: Startling the Rabbit

  Alice Dreaming of Passion’s Fire

  Damon: Taking an Ange

  Alice: Lying with the Devil

  Damon: Beauty in Pain

  Alice: Aching for Destruction

  Damon: Taking a Fallen Angel

  (The Exhibition Book 2)

  Recap

  Alice: Approaching Hell’s Gates

  Damon: Disruption & Uncertainty

  Alice: Troubling Emotions

  Damon: Getting Stage Ready

  Alice: A Dance Between Fear & Trust

  Damon: Putting on a Show

  Alice: Going Mad as a Hatter

  Damon: A Reminder in Self Discipline

  Alice: Finding Comfort in the Devil’s Arms

  Sneak Peek: The Agreement

  BONUS CONTENT

  Stripped By Daddy

  Teach Me Daddy (Book 1)

  Tutor Me Too Daddy (Book 2)

  Daddy’s Sweet Lollipop (Book 1)

  Daddy’s Sweet Lollipop (Book 2)

  Say Yes To Daddy

  Have My Cake And Eat It Too Daddy

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  About The Author

  Having lived a life worthy of her own Lifetime Channel mini-series, Lucy Lixx draws inspiration from the very pages of her own salacious past. The 30-something, vivacious author pens gripping and sensual tales full of lust, lies and fated desire. Spanning various pen names, Lucy creates stories weaved into elaborate depictions of blissful romance, erotic fantasies, and sensuous taboo.

  On any given sunny afternoon, Ms. Lixx can be found dishing with friends while sipping a chilled latte at a popular java house patio within the bustling metropolis where she resides. Or, you might catch a glimpse of her caught in a loving embrace alongside her own dashing beau.

  Join Lucy as she chases lust, love, erotic desires and 'happily ever after', all depicted vicariously through the lives of her well-crafted characters.

  About The Series

  Lucy Lixx is a Madame of all things inappropriate, and her Dark Erotica Series is filled with scenes and scenarios that would set the average Joe's (or Jane's) cheeks ablaze with fire, burning to high heaven. Erotic, smut-filled encounters. Juicy, dripping, naughty little Brats and Bambies find their way into the lust-filled and strapping arms of the older men that make them squirm, begging to be spanked and taught every lesson in between the sheets. Stories so hedonistic and taboo, that you'll beg for your own front row seat to each sexually charged naughty exhibition that her books unabashedly put on display. Sex. Lies. Secrets. Lust & Romance for all to read, seed and salivate over. Please sit back, relax and take in each and every sticky page, brimming with desire. ~ENJOY

  The Exhibition (Vol. 1)

  Prologue:

  I never thought that I’d hate myself as much as I do at this very moment. I never thought I’d be locked up in a house that I never wanted to escape with a man who had single handedly taken my very freedom away fucking into me, raw and savagely. Making me cry out his name, but that wasn’t why I hated myself. I hated myself because I liked it. I loved every moment of his hard cock sliding into me before he plunged deeper.

  Just the other night, he told me I was never leaving. He told me that I was never going to be anyone’s but his, and my eyes had widened. I hated that I loved it. I hated that I was wet, making him need no lube as he pushed into my pussy a little harder with each thrust, making me buck my hips against him. I groaned, but it was nothing but a moan of pleasure. There was no words that I could form. When he pushed into me from behind, hands on my hips, all I did was spread my knees a little wider so that he could push into me a little further.

  I arched my back, curving my ass a little more so that he could slap it, making me cry out as pain mixed with pleasure as it so often did for me anymore. I could swear that I saw stars when he leaned down to pull me up against him. His hands went to cup my breasts, but there was nothing gentle about it. I didn’t want there to be. This man was claiming more than my body as he tugged at my hardened nipples, making me groan as my eyes fluttered closed. I could feel him as his nails dug into my skin and his cock throbbed inside of me. I pushed back against him, grinding as much as I could while he held me still by my hips, keeping me from bouncing up and down on him. I wanted to come. I was so close.

  “Damn it.” I shouted, and he chuckled before starting to fuck me hard but slow, teasing me.

  “You like it.” He hissed in my ear, and I bit my bottom lip. He had taken everything from me, and I didn’t want to give my enslaver any more control over me. At least I didn’t think so. My body betrayed me yet again.

  “Yes.” I moaned soft and sweetly before I could snatch the words back up against. He shoved me back down on the bed with my ass up in the air faster than I thought was possible. His hand was on my back, pressing between my shoulder blades and keeping me from getting up as his nails dug into my hip with his other hand, fucking me like an animal. I came, clenching around him as my entire body shuddered with my orgasm.

  “Master.” I cried out for the first time in my pleasure before I felt him push in one more time, roughly as he started to come inside of me. There was no going back now. My world had changed forever. I don’t know when I figured it out, but somehow I knew it would long before this moment. That was just a thought for another time, and so I pushed it back as best I could.

  Capturing Perfection

  I looked at the girl with cool, calculating eyes. I could tell that she was still sleeping. She breathed shallow, easy breathes, and it was probably the most peaceful I was going to see the girl for a while. It had been a long while since I had seen a girl sleep so peacefully. Usually, it was more of a struggle to get them where she was now. She was so small though. She was a true figure eight with her large C cups looking like DD’s in her thin, short five foot frame, and her hips looking wide, but she was small nonetheless.

  Yet, now she was in his room far from the city that she knew. I looked over her pale blonde hair. It wasn’t the honey blonde that you saw with so many girls. Where it was just about to go brown. No, it was that platinum blonde that when the light caught it, you could see almost silver threads in it. It was beautiful, and her blue eyes weren’t that murky blue green that so many had. They were baby blue, and they looked so innocent on her small, high cheek bone, chiseled face.

  I could feel myself hardening just looking at her, and I wanted to take her and show her the first lesson that she’d need to learn. Not yet. I reminded myself. She had to wake up. She had to learn. She had to know what fear was, and fear would breed obedience through my teachings. That was something I was sure of. I looked away from the camera a
nd decided to go out for some food. I had no fear that she’d get out. She wouldn’t even make it off the bed if she tried to run. I thought to myself with a small chuckle as the door clicked behind me.

  Down the Rabbit Hole

  My head was pounding. That was the first thing that I could think about. Everything about me hurt. I couldn’t remember anything, and any time that I tried to pull up a memory it seemed like my head was pounding more. I wanted to panic, and I almost did, but the pain wouldn’t even grant me that as I tried to sit up. I don’t know how long I stayed there, begging my body to respond to me, but it didn’t want to.

  Finally, I was able to sit up, but I was sure that I had slipped in and out of conscious long before that. Sitting up was all I could do, as I soon found out. I felt pressure on my neck in a way I had never felt before. My fingernails dug at cool leather. It was a collar, and horror started to set in as I was finally able to take stock of my situation. I was cold, and it had nothing to do with the temperature in the room.

  It took a long time for me to be able to open my eyes. I looked down, seeing my pale legs were bare and dirty. My feet were bare, and I knew without needing a mirror that I was in nothing but the bra and panty set I had been wearing that day when I closed the coffee shop. Why me? Was my first thought?

  That’s when it all came flooding back in one painful flash. I don’t know how long I had been out, but I remember breathing deep, something acidic. I remembered strong, gloved hands taking me into his control, forced against a hard chest with strong arms holding me still and silent. I hadn’t stood a chance. Not with my small frame.

  Tears pricked at my eyes, and cotton sheets felt almost too hot against me. I looked for something to cover myself, and moving a few inches was when I felt the collar tighten. My head whipped around quickly. Too quickly. The pounding increased, making me groan out loud. I saw the thin metal chain, but it didn’t matter how thin it was. I wasn’t going to be able to budge it.

  Breathe. I thought to myself, but it was easier said than done. I could feel panic choking me. A scream wanted to rise in my throat, but there was no point in it. I knew, rationally, that there was no point in me doing anything besides checking out my surroundings and waiting for an opportunity. I looked around the room for a door. There it was.

  There was no lock on this side, but I had an uneasy feeling that I was locked in without the ability to lock anyone else out. Windows. I thought, looking around as frantically as my throbbing head would allow, but I saw none. That only increased my panic. I’m not in a basement at least. I thought. At least, I don’t think so. My thoughts were interrupted soon after. The door slid open, and I stilled. I could hear it click open, and I turned my head to face the person that had captured me, and tears pricked my eyes again. I remembered this man.

  * * *

  It was just another shift, but it was a slow one. I wasn’t getting any tips at all, and I couldn’t help but to sigh to myself. That’s when he came in. his dark brown hair and olive colored skin was beautiful. He was one of those men that you knew when you looked at him, that he could steal your breath away with a single glance. He was just perfection, but he was wearing dirty jeans and a tight fitting shirt under a leather jacket. He obviously wasn’t American, but that didn’t stop me from beaming at him. If anything, it made me want him more.

  “Welcome to Katy’s Coffee Shop.” I said with a little more enthusiasm in my voice than needed. He looked over the shop, and his gaze slid directly to me. Those dark, piercing brown eyes seemed to be wiser than any man of his age. They promised mischief, and his smile was dazzling.

  “Well, I feel welcome.” He teased.

  “What would you like?” I said, and my voice threatened to crack. I had never had someone say something so teasing. It seemed to drip with lust, but I tried to remind myself that it wasn’t possible. No man would look at me like that. Not a man like him.

  “A tall, dark espresso.” He said, and it seemed like the only drink that would fit a man like this. I went to start it.

  “Anything else?” I asked. My voice was stronger when I wasn’t looking him directly in the eyes. “Anything sweet? We have the best muffins in town, but the pastries are better. Oh jeez. The blackberry Danish is to die for.” I said, but I knew I was gushing. I had to turn back to face him, and his eyes seemed intense.

  “You don’t have any sweets that would fit my appetite.” He said with a small wink, and I felt my cheeks heating up as his eyes slid down my body in a teasing, almost taunting manner.

  “No?” I squeaked out, and he chuckled. It was a deep, rich sound. I remember thinking he must be a God. No one sounded that perfect.

  “Not that you’d be willing to give me.” He said, and I handed him his espresso, and he slid me a twenty, walking away.

  “Don’t you want change?” I managed to say almost breathlessly, but the man hadn’t looked back.

  * * *

  That had been two weeks ago. I thought I’d never see the man again. I had dreamt about him at night. I had gotten wet at the sight of him. I had imagined it going very differently. I had imagined him telling me that his appetites were for a woman like me. I had imagined the man giving me his number, bending me over the counter, stealing a kiss instead of leaving me a large tip. I had looked for him in the streets, and I thought I would have given anything to see him again.

  This wasn’t how I had expected to see him. He looked so perfect, like an avenging angel. He was in a long dark blue button up shirt and black slacks. He was perfect all the way down to his black leather, polished shoes, but he wasn’t an angel. I knew I was staring at the devil right then and there. I just knew that this was the man who had dragged me here, undressed me, and chained me. I had never felt so ashamed. My mind raged, but by the wet spot growing on my panties, my body didn’t care. It was as if I was at war with myself, and I couldn’t understand why. It was all I could do to not cry out in frustration as I tore my gaze from him, instead staring at the bed.

  The First Lesson

  She looked at me with adoration before she snapped out of it. I knew the questions she would fire at me when she found her voice again. “Why me?” “What did I do?” “You can let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” I patiently stood there, waiting, but they never came. She was parched, and I could tell her head was still pounding.

  “Hello, Ms. Alice Bannon.” I said, catching her off guard.

  I needed to make sure she knew she wasn’t in control of this situation right away. No demands would be met. Her doe like eyes looked up at me in wonder when I said her name. I couldn’t help but to chuckle, and to my surprise her cheeks started to tinge a bright red. I had expected a lot, but very few girls got embarrassed like this.

  They got angry. They cried. They screamed, but I looked her over. My eyes grazed over the small change in her breathing. The rise and fall that she was trying to control stood out to my trained eyes, and she had her legs tightly together, but it wasn’t from fear. I chuckled again. I knew that look. It was in the eyes and stance of anyone I dragged to my bedroom.

  “I expected a lot.” I told her, and I let my accent out this time. It was Middle Eastern, and she wasn’t expecting it. I was good at hiding it when I was searching. My looks stood out enough, after all.

  “I was expecting you to shout, Ms. Bannon, but I did not expect you to get wet for me.” I almost purred, catching her off guard. She said nothing to me, but if looks could kill, then Alice Bannon would be a murderer at that very moment. It amused me, and I knew I had chosen well.

  “You can ask me one question.” I said, amusedly as I pulled the chair out to lounge there, looking at her chained to the bed. Her eyes narrowed as if she thought that this might be a trick, and I arched a perfectly groomed dark eyebrow at her.

  “Well? My patience grows thin for your silence, Alice.” I said, softening my voice at that last syllable. I wasn’t going to let her figure me out just yet.

  “What is goi
ng to happen to me now that I’m here?” She asked, and her voice was softer, but it didn’t break. I smiled at her for a moment, but there was nothing charming about my smile. Somehow, she still seemed to find his charm alluring despite herself. I knew that flush.

  “You’re going to be trained, and you will listen. There will be good times.

  Pleasure that you probably didn’t think your body was capable of, but there will be pain if you anger me. Pain if you upset me.” I told her, leveling her reaction. It seemed like she was at war with her own emotions. I watched as her tongue darted out, licking her dry hips, and I smiled at her. I tried to relax, making my edges soften a little for her.

  “Would you like some water?” I asked. It served two purposes. This way, she wouldn’t have to ask questions. She’d just process, and I watched as Alice nodded. I disappeared, leaving her to her own thoughts to go grab what I had put aside for her.

  Date with the Devil

  He had left the door slightly open, as if teasing me to jump out of bed and run to freedom. He was showing he had control, but I didn’t need to move an inch to remember that the chain would hold me there if I tried to move at all. I just stared at it, empty and processing what he said.