Dirty Daughter

by JB Duvane

  “But ...”

  “Well,” he seemed sheepish, “there's something I've always wanted to try.” He pulled out a whip and slapped it softly against the palm of his hand.

  I stepped back.

  “No.” He cut himself off. “Let me tell you first. See, she believed that pain and the use of flagellation could put the mind in a state of bliss, and that when properly applied it would allow a woman to enter a trance state that would give her visions. I won’t hurt you. I promise. It's just enough pain to change your state of consciousness. Your energy.”

  “Like before?”

  “Yes, like before. Just pain and pleasure ... and love.”

  “Love?” I almost coughed the word out

  Raymond smiled down at me and I wanted to smile back. But to be honest the last word he said scared me more than all the ones before it.

  “So I’m here to test out your magic love spells?”

  “No. No. No.” He came toward me and I stepped back, almost to the edge of the stairs. “Like I said, there’s no magic. I just thought that if it were possible, you might be able to gain a bit of freedom from it, and that maybe … maybe it would be a relief given the fact that you've been locked up for so long. And it might be fun.” There was that grin again. He was almost like a child.

  He lifted one eyebrow while I contemplated what he’d said. I believed him again, even though my skin was jumping and I wasn’t sure how I felt about the whip and the so-called magic. And the love. But I was fascinated by Voodoo. And by the story he had told me about Angeline Beauchamp and the two families. And when I looked back up into his eyes I couldn’t say no.

  We stood still, awkward and silent while my body caught up with my fantasy. I was amazed at how he made me feel more like myself than I ever had in my life. With him I wasn’t a stripper in a costume or a daughter who had killed her mother and ruined her father’s life. I was a girl who needed the love that had been denied her by everyone, including herself. Even if it was love that terrified her the most.

  I also melted at the thought of the release I got when his hand had smacked my ass and the way the thought of that whip sent chills down my spine. “Okay. I’m ready.”

  “Not here.”

  “Why not? It’s so beautiful up here.” The warm breeze was blowing through my hair, making me feel like I could take one step and fall off the edge of the room and fly away.

  “There’s a much better place.” He jumped up, grabbing me once again, then hopping down the last few steps as he carried me down the staircase. He took me through the corridor, and into a dark room near the library.

  I immediately felt myself slammed against the wall, my head thrown back as he tore my clothes off—my dress first and finally my bra and panties. It was all so fast I could barely keep up with him, his teeth driving themselves into my neck and biting just hard enough to draw the pain. But I wanted more. I wanted his whip. I needed it.

  Chains, cold, and slick were wrapped around me, tying me by my wrists and ankles. I felt myself being lifted into the air, hanging with my arms and legs spread wide. Then his touch was gone, and for an infinite period of time, I thought he'd left me there.

  He lit a gas lamp in the front corners near the ceiling, and something like fragrant smoke was moving through the air, emitted by what looked like a hanging plate that swung in the center of the room. I looked down as best I could and realized that I was at the head of a pentagram that had been etched into the floor.

  He was standing in the center, his clothes thrown on the ground with his hard cock in one hand and a whip in the other.

  “I know you don't trust me.” He stepped forward. “And you probably shouldn't.”

  My screams were stifled by a quick inhalation of breath as I received a thick blast of leather to the stomach, setting my gut ablaze. He was stroking his cock while walking back and forth around my suspended body.

  “What are you going to do to me?” I asked.

  “Silence.” He moved with inhuman speed, pressing his lips against mine, and then let his whip slam wherever it could go.

  It took my breath away to hear that one word and every fiber of my being wanted to obey him and take everything he gave me.

  My thighs screamed.

  My ass seared.

  My breasts stung.

  The pain mounted with every thrash, and with every thrash his cock grew harder and somehow larger.

  White-hot power raged up my body now with each blow, the whip slashing my legs, slamming into my pussy, and then my arms.

  Every touch settled, building power that I could almost see moving through the room, even with my eyes closed. My back stung like it was on fire, then moved to my ass; one cheek and then the other.

  He thrashed until the fire and pain melted away into a river of energy, moving over me and through me and sending me into a place I had never been before.

  Everything was quiet and peaceful and through the dark haze I saw him standing in between my legs.

  He plunged his hand inside me, then pulled it out and stroked my clit, spreading my slick juices in a circle. A low, long laugh came out of him as my ass wriggled in the air. “Ooh, I bet you fucking love that, don't you?”

  I couldn’t speak. My body was reduced to the place where he touched me and the sensations he brought out in me. My lips opened and closed but nothing came out.

  I saw his cock resting against my thigh. It was red and thick. I wanted it to tear right into me, but there was still the whip, and the pain that came slamming down on my pussy lips.

  “Oh God!”

  Once more and I was gone. Blackness had spread across my vision, blocking my sight and my view of him, leaving me with the torrent of pleasure and pain and his finger swirling over my clit.

  The smoke from the lamps, his power, the thrashings, so many I'd lost count, and now there was something pressing against my pussy lips, parting them. It moved back the second I squirmed, but the burning sensation moving like electricity pulsing over my back wasn’t subsiding.

  He was going to appreciate every inch of my body. His dark eyes met mine again and he watched as the world tilted and my head rolled back. Then he drove his cock through and showed me what it meant to be fully dominated. I had no control over anything, no certainty as to where his whip was going to hit, or how hard he was going to drive through me, just that he was going to touch every part of me. And he did.

  He continued to circle my clit with his thumb, grunting and moaning while his shaft plowed into me faster and faster, melding with the pain, the smoky, fragrant air, and my overwhelmed senses.

  I became a piece of raw, battered flesh that could sense every breath, every movement in the energy field around us. Everything centered around his cock feeding me, and his thumb stroking my clit, driving closer to my center. It was me he wanted. The naked girl huddled in the corner, crying, begging for his touch. He was drawing her out, cutting through all of the self-resentment and hatred, shooting raw sparks of pain and pleasure inside me.

  My head shot back and the world cracked open and I fell through the center surrounded by an overwhelming energetic cloud. It expanded instantly to envelop my entire body in a quivering, screaming wave of fury and sweetness that filled every crack and crevice of my being. It was taking it over until the cloud had replaced everything, and I was gone.

  The orgasm seemed to go on for an eternity and with each thrust of Raymond’s cock I fell deeper and deeper into an abyss of ecstasy. I could feel myself being lowered to the floor but I couldn’t move. I didn’t need to open my eyes to see the room. I could see everything around me, I could feel exactly where Raymond was. And even when my body was on the ground I still felt like I was suspended in the air. I was still floating on that cloud of pain and pleasure and Raymond was there with me. He may not have believed in the magic he told me about, but I couldn’t think of any other way to describe the energy that I felt coming off of him.

  But suddenly my head was filled with a
different vision. I was floating over a different room. He was there swimming in filth, lying on the floor of the trailer. He could barely breathe and if he didn't get help soon he was going to die.

  My eyes shot open. “I have to go.”

  “What?” His voice was the one thing that brought me around to the present moment. My vision cleared and I was starting to get a better view of the room around me. I was on the floor now and he was bent down next to me. He was hovering over me, still naked and dripping with sweat.

  “My father. There’s something wrong. I have to go to him. He needs me!”

  “ I need you.”

  “Please, Raymond.”

  “I'll send a team. We'll both go.”

  “No. He … he needs me,” I sobbed. I wrapped my arms around Raymond’s neck and felt him lift me up off the floor. “Please, Raymond. I have to go alone.”

  He lifted my chin so that he could look into my eyes. “Will you come back to me?”

  “I will.” I took a deep breath, and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I want to come back to you.”

  “Then I’ll let you go.”

  He didn’t kiss me right away. His eyes searched mine like they were looking for the truth, or maybe he just couldn’t believe that he had won me over. I was still having a hard time believing it myself.

  Then he lowered his lips to mine and I was swept back into that blissful abyss with Raymond’s strong hands gripping at my ass and grabbing fistfuls of my hair. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to tear myself away from him but I had to.

  We went to the dungeon room and allowed him to bathe me and soothe my red skin, then I gathered my clothes. I couldn’t believe that I was actually leaving. Just hours ago I had begged and had been told no. But now, after that session with the whip, and Raymond’s love magic. Did he feel what I had felt? Did he know?

  “I'll have a car brought around.”

  “Thank you, Raymond.”

  The energy hadn’t completely dissipated between us. It was palpable as we stood at the main entrance to the house. I was surprised, even now, that I had been allowed to come to this part of the house, almost as if I had lived here all along.

  There was nothing to say. He knew I would come back. He had to. And I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wanted me to, but there was still so much apprehension, brought on by the magic and the history and that strange butler. I still felt it, but I cared now, and I knew that we were somehow bound together. I couldn't just disappear, and something told me he wouldn't let me.

  “I thought you didn’t believe in all that stuff.”

  “What stuff.”

  “The magic in the woman’s book.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Then what was all that?”

  He paused for a moment. He seemed unsure but then a serious look came over him. “I love you, Charlotte.”

  Suddenly I wanted to run out the door and never look back.

  “You don’t know me, Raymond, and I don’t know you. You can’t say that.” But deep inside I knew it was true, and I knew that I felt the same. But there was no way I could say those words. Not yet.

  “Please say it.” He stepped forward. “I want you to tell me how you feel.”

  “I haven't even known you a week, but dear God, Raymond, I do care about you. I don’t know why, but I do.”

  “Just not at that level. It’s too fast.”

  I didn't answer, because I couldn’t, and no man would draw those words out of me by force, not even Raymond.

  He looked deeply into my eyes. “But you will.”

  Those words and the deep voice that said them echoed through my head and send shivers down my spine.

  I let our kiss linger, but I drew back when he tried to pull me in closer. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see the old butler wandering into the entry way. He was holding a bottle of brandy in one hand and a cigar in the other.

  “I'm coming back,” I said to him.

  “No, you won't. You'll skitter on out of here and turn back to look at the house and realize just how fucked up all this is.” He stood there and stared at me, wobbling and leaning against a side table. “I'll show you out.”

  “You can barely walk.”

  “I’ll make due,” he said as he slumped down into a chair.

  “Leave him alone while I’m gone. I—“

  “Don’t tell me you love him,” he said with a sour wince and a wave of his hand. “I don’t think I could stand to hear that.”

  “Renard!”

  The butler got up and shuffled through a darkened doorway, muttering to himself.

  I turned back around and said goodbye to Raymond.

  “Here’s a phone. Call me when you get home.”

  “Okay,” I said as I put the cell phone in my purse and stepped out onto a massive stone porch. I felt something pass over me. It wasn't freedom. When I looked back at Raymond I knew what it was. It was regret. I didn't want to leave him behind, because I knew that he'd be torturing himself, questioning whether or not I'd come back. A part of me was still trapped. And not just inside that ancient mansion. Inside myself.

  When I got into the back seat of the black sedan that was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, I realized that he'd already succeeded in keeping me there with him. None of my apprehension mattered. Not when I knew that he'd be there waiting and that I couldn't stay away from him even if I tried.

  Chapter Eighteen - Raymond

  I watched one of my men, Stephen, drive off with Charlotte in the back of the Cadillac, and waited until the lights had disappeared in the distance.

  “Gerald, bring my Lexus around. You’re going to drive.”

  “Yes, Sir. Where to, Sir.”

  “We’ll be following Stephen in the Cadillac.”

  “Right away, Sir.”

  There was no way I was going to let Charlotte out of my sight. I was generous enough to let her go back to her father alone but she would be coming back here with me. Once I caught up with the Cadillac I wasn’t going to let her leave my sight for one second. I didn’t care what I’d promised.

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