by Zoe Davis
Before I knew it I had a pair of hands on my cheeks and a set of lips kissing me. Jared was crying through his kiss and shook with a passion I didn’t know he had.
His ardor crashed into me and I soon matched the nervous vibration of his body next to mine. He didn’t let up on kissing and I didn’t push him back.
His fingers traced my arms from tense shoulders to the hands at my waist and he held them gently as he pulled his lips away, looking into me with a new intensity. He left me speechless.
“I have to know I won’t lose you, Vanessa,” he said finally. “I would be a wreck without you.” He clenched his jaw to hold back his fear. I assured him he would never lose me. I described my undying gratitude to him for allowing me this experience. We talked for what felt like hours, in the cool night, in our headlights. Eventually we returned to our seats in the car, on our way to one of Ethan Sloane’s very memorable swinger’s party.
Jared seemed different that night. After our conversation he had a confidence that seemed inspired rather than controlled. He smiled occasionally and looked at me often.
In the distance, the road faded into pitch black and I returned to the thought of Ethan that first night. I thought how bizarre it would be to know his name and his face, yet see him in the mask from that night. I couldn’t picture it, and in my mind I removed the mask from his face to more clearly see those silver eyes.
As his eyes stared into me, they flickered into a soft yellow and soon we were at his front gate.
The air was warmer than the first night but still cool enough to give me chills. I looked up at his castle and was no less amazed than the first time I saw it. I imagined Ethan inside running around with various naked women, having his way with them and was surprised at my acceptance of this. I wanted him to be as happy as he’s made me, even if it ended in my own demise.
Jared and I sat in the car for a few minutes, daring the other to get out first. I was preparing myself to see Ethan for the first time since he hurt me, and I still had no clue what to say. I decided that it wouldn’t matter if I had the words, because they’d probably escape me when I saw those eyes anyway.
I pulled hard on the door handle and the mechanical sounds of it unlatching disturbed my repose. I had an urge to look at Jared but my eyes remained fixated on the dark castle in front of me. I’m not even sure how long it took him to leave the car, because in a matter of minutes I was running to the front door like a victim in desperate need of help.
I stood alone at the oversized doors before me. I outstretched my finger and commanded the chimes.
9
There was only one usher tonight, but the style of music was unchanged. I poised myself in the huge foyer and let my skin absorb the melodies. It hit me suddenly that I’d be returning to a ballroom of naked couples fucking. I’d have to search through them for my beast, my bull. I imagined myself a hunter, a confident gun strapped to my back, and headed into the wild.
The ballroom door was opened to me and the crowd was larger and more violent than before. Screams permeated the air instead of moans. There were devices for torture and things Ethan would call toys. I started to second guess myself, but pushed on anyway.
I shuddered at the sound of a whip cracking and a woman screaming in pain. Her hands were tied behind her back and when I looked to see if she was okay, I saw her pussy dripping all over the floor. I was surprised to feel mine joining in.
I had to stay focused. I needed to find Ethan. In another corner I saw a woman tied to a table, surrounded by men taking turns with her. She cried out but I was comforted by the hint of ecstasy in her voice. She had a man in her mouth and her cunt, while the others jerked over her, spraying her tits with cum.
It was a very different party from the one Jared and I attended weeks ago. If this had been what I was introduced to I might have fled before even meeting Ethan. Coming to this realization fueled my desire to find him.
I began pushing through crowds of submissive men and women to their dominating counterparts, my eyes open just enough to see where I was going. A few men called out to me as I pushed past, some grabbing my arms or spanking my ass. It was dark and thrilling and awakened something deep in me. I wanted to be tied down, to be owned and punished. I wanted love but I also wanted fear and danger.
It wasn’t long before I saw a familiar robust man in the middle of the room, hovering over a helpless woman like he hovered over me. I felt a pang of jealousy at the sight, but rather than rush forward I decided to hang back and watch. Would he take her like he tried to take me? Could he so quickly have forgotten me?
Before I could see what happened, I felt a tug on my wrist and I was quickly spun around to face a tall drunk man who had already removed his clothes. He wasted no time and leaned in to kiss my neck, running his hands down my back and over my ass. I tried to push him off but the more I fought the tighter he held on and I was swallowed by his body.
All of a sudden I was laying on the ground, the top of my dress pulled down low enough to reveal my breasts and he devoured them like a hungry wild animal. I wanted to find Ethan, but my body wanted something else. My pussy throbbed as this stranger tore at me. I was excitedly afraid. The urgency to find Ethan played into my arousal and made the room spin.
His hands moved up my dress to my silk covered cunt, and his rough fingers fumbled around my slit. I was embarrassed at how wet I was but allowed him to continue. He drunkenly smashed his fingers against me asking me how I liked it. I nodded even though it was one of the most awkward things I’d ever felt. The strangeness and the domination kept me aroused despite his clumsy attempts at pleasing me.
Then he flipped me over on my belly so fast my face smashed into the floor. I could feel my jaw throb as he pulled my panties over my legs, pushing my dress up over my hips.
I laid there with my hands by my head waiting for what I assumed would be his half-hard cock entering my pussy. I closed my eyes and thought of Ethan. I remembered the texture of his tongue as he licked my cunt in his office above the city. I remembered the tenderness and the possible tear in his eye.
Then I thought of Jared’s tenderness, an almost fearful kind. He always wanted it rough but held back when he fucked me. He never wanted to hurt me. Ethan was brave enough to hurt me, but that day in his office his passion was different. He wasn’t reserved like Jared. He came at me full speed with a desire to be with me completely.
I waited for the stranger’s cock to glide in, a new texture to learn and remember, but it never came. I heard a skull slam against the floor and opened my eyes to see my stranger laying next to me unconscious. I started to sit up but felt a firm grip on my arms lifting me to standing.
I was face to face with Ethan in his mask from the first night, yellow eyes burning into me. He didn’t have to ask what I was doing there, I heard him yell at me through his gaze.
Despite the adrenaline running through my body I met his stern stare with hope and love. I felt my face relax and my jaw pulsed in waves of pain. It felt like a knife sliced through my cheek and I broke our gaze.
Ethan let go of one arm but held fast to the other. He made his way toward the main doors of the ballroom, dragging me with him. When he discovered I was slowing him down, he picked me up in his arms like a superhero and carried me out and up the stairs.
We entered the familiar dark hallway that led to the red-lit room, and he didn’t put me down until we had reached the bed with the door locked behind us.
I laid on my back and stared up at the ceiling while I heard him shuffling around the room. Ethan had pulled the top of my dress back up, but left the straps dangling under my arms. Then I felt a warm cloth on my cheek, held in place by a strong hand.
I looked up at Ethan who had worry in his eyes. He let me reach up to remove his mask, and with his other hand he gripped my fingers. He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed the skin.
I parted my lips to speak, but he placed a finger on them to keep me silent. I wanted to tell him I loved
him and that I believed his story about his wife. I wanted to tell him that I couldn’t live without him, but he must have seen it in my eyes because he smiled with one corner of his mouth.
When he felt himself smile, he turned his head to the side and stared into a dark corner of the room. I wondered what he was thinking and if he was punishing himself for being happy. He stood up abruptly and made his way toward the window.
The air seeping in was cooler than before and my skin formed small bumps in response. Ethan seemed completely unaffected by the chill and stood his ground.
“What is it?” I asked him, but he banged a fist against the wall.
“Mrs. Banks, I will only tell you this once. There is no talking in this room.”
But I had too much to say, I felt like I would explode if I stayed silent another minute, and that’s what I did.
I jumped from the bed and started shouting. Too many words escaped for me to remember, but I yelled obscenities and how could you’s until I was almost out of breath. I had put up with him for the last time.
My yelling was met with having my back thrust against a wall with my arms raised up and Ethan’s hot breath filling my lungs. He was kissing me to shut me up and I wasn’t in a position to fight back.
His tenderness was gone and his lips were rough. My jaw ached under the pressure of his face and a tear rolled down my cheek from the pain. He didn’t seem to notice and pushed his whole body up against me. I felt like I would disintegrate under the weight of his body.
He reached for my neck again with one hand still on my wrists, and used his teeth to pull my dress top back down, releasing my breasts. Like a starved animal wilder than the stranger downstairs, he tore at my tits with his teeth, biting and flicking to watch me moan in pain.
I twisted and writhed in his hands and could hardly bare the pain. I bit my lower lip to distract my mind but it hardly made a dent.
He placed his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans and his scent filled my nose. I lashed out by biting his fingers but he didn’t budge, he only bit me harder. My hips swayed under him and my pussy burned between my legs.
I wanted the pain to stop, but I also wanted him to fuck me hard.
He noticed me squirm and met my throbbing pussy with his fingers, and I turned to mush in his hands. I rocked my hips against his fingers in an attempt to get myself off but he teased me by pulling them away. When I would calm he’d put them back and set it on fire all over again.
My knees weakened and I felt my body slipping toward the floor. Ethan held me up with his hand cupping my cunt and a finger deep inside. I could feel myself surrendering.
In a matter of seconds, he had my dress to the floor and my body bent over the bed. My pussy was soaking the sheets.
Without warning I felt his breath and tongue against my cunt. He used his whole mouth to suck and flicked my clit with his tongue. My body warmed and I could almost cry at how good it felt.
He moved faster and I could feel my cunt tensing and relaxing over him. I bent my hips upward and pushed against his face, sending him deeper in and preparing to cum.
Ethan responded quickly to this and stood up and over me. He didn’t want me to cum just yet.
He clasped a fistful of my hair while his other hand held my hips down to him, and I felt the head of his cock parting my pussy lips.
I braced for his thickness by bunching sheets in my hands and clenching my jaw. I prepared just in time and was split open by Ethan’s cock, sending a shock through my entire body. I screamed in pain but was aroused when his balls slammed against my clit. He pounded fiercely into me and released my hair to get a better grip on my hips, holding them into place.
I thought of Jared while Ethan thrust into me. I thought of the stranger downstairs and the stranger from the first night. I imagined them all watching me be ravaged and fucked by this strong beast.
My toes dug into the floor and the fronts of my hips were crushed against the bed beneath the pressure. Despite the violent way Ethan fucked me, I was sure I was going to cum.
I reached for my clit with my fingers but Ethan caught me and quickly moved my hand back above my head. I wanted to cum so much it was painful.
Ethan could feel my pussy throbbing in pleasure and my moans became softer. Each note of ecstasy that escaped my lips was met with a hard spank. I was being punished for enjoying this, but the spanks only quickened the orgasm. The red light of the room faded to a dark blue as his passion surged through my body.
My tits were pressed against the bed and he pounded harder and harder, slapping his hips against my ass. I reached for more bed sheets as my pain became ecstasy. I tasted metal in my mouth and came all over Ethan’s cock and onto the floor, screaming sounds I’ve never made before.
Ethan followed suit and I felt his cock swell as he released his cum into my cunt. I expected him to relax or be out of breath, but he was a new kind of animal tonight. He pulled out quickly and flipped me over on the bed, almost looking like he could go again.
I stared up at him and watched him wipe sweat from his brow with a mean look in his eyes. He yelled out suddenly and then climbed on top of me.
His cock was still half hard and he rammed it into me. He bent my legs at the knees and I felt his cock growing in my pussy. He pumped in and out as he leaned over me and bit my bottom lip hard.
He placed a hand on my tit and another on the side of my face and kissed me. His lips pressed a little softer this time, and I could tell he was losing steam. His rhythm slowed and soon he laid still on top of me.
His passion waned and I felt his hands tremble. He pulled off my lips and in his eyes, I couldn’t see past my own reflection. I looked strong despite my reddened face and I didn’t see a trace of fear or nervousness. I surveyed my body to find it still while Ethan shook against me. His eyes were uncertain and terrified.
10
I saw a dark trench in him, where he hid the things he couldn’t say. He was at war with himself, and I had been witness to the bombs going off. I gathered every ounce of strength in me and dared myself to speak.
“I love you,” I finally professed only to be met with rage.
“Don’t you dare say that,” he commanded, but I saw concern on his face more than anger. Then it hit me.
“I don’t believe you killed your wife,” I said in a soft whisper. I wasn’t sure if I had hit the right target but it’s all I could think of.
“I did. I fucking did.” His eyes burned red and his grip strengthened.
“I don’t believe you-“ I repeated, fighting back for the first time.
Ethan leapt off me and started getting dressed, tossing my clothes to me. I expected him to run or tell me to go, but he just stood there, staring at the floor.
“If it weren’t for me, she’d still be alive,” he exhaled the words out. “She killed herself because of me; because of what I turned into.”
I let him have silence and didn’t respond, but I watched him closely. His gaze lingered on the floor for a few minutes before he picked his head up to face me.
“Heading this company changed our lives forever. I was convinced it’d be a good thing but she couldn’t handle the lifestyle or what it was doing to me. She tried to tell me-“ he choked on his words and let a tear roll down his cheek.
He told me about his young ambition. His childhood was a struggle and he refused to be poor. He paced the floor and described his past. He saw an opportunity and built his company from the ground up. He described the obstacles and the long nights, and then he mentioned his wife.
“She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen,” he said in a way that stopped my heart. Jealousy filled me and I found myself wishing he had said that about me. He told me how he’d won her heart and how they shared in the excitement of his company’s success.
She had been supportive, he explained, until they had had more than enough money and he participated in some questionable practices. They saw less of each other as the days went on and sh
e accused him of being heartless and greedy.
The fighting worsened and they would go days at a time without talking. She threatened to leave him but he fought back with threats of taking everything she had if they divorced. She was miserable and trapped.
“And I trapped her there,” he confessed. “I only gave her one way out.”
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I jumped from the bed and ran to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.
“It wasn’t your fault,” I whispered and watched him break like glass. I watched a flood being held back, a volcano ready to erupt. He was crying and furious about it. I repeated myself and felt him finally relax against me, exhaling in short bursts.
