Darkest Sin

by Ashton Blackthorne

  “Amber, could I have a word with you?” I straightened my tie as she slowly walked into my office.

  She moved so strangely as if it pained her to walk. “Yes, Ash?” she asked, her voice shaky.

  “What’s going on? You were late this morning. You’re never late.” I gestured for her to sit down.

  She waved my offer. She stood standing stiffly. Her hair usually so bouncy and shiny hung lankly around her shoulders. Her blouse was heavily wrinkled. Her makeup appeared plastered on her face. The skin around her mouth cracked as she spoke. “I’m sorry, Ash. It won’t happen again.” She nodded and walked towards the door.

  I jumped up and stood in front of her. “What’s wrong, Amber?”

  Her blue eyes flared at me. “I’ve worked for you for nearly three years now, Ash. I’ve never been late once. So this morning I overslept. If you want to fire me for it, then go ahead!” She tried to push past me.

  “Hey, hey, settle down now, Amber. This isn’t about you being late. I could care less if you’re late sometimes. But this isn’t you. Something’s wrong and I want to know what it is.” I reached out to take her arm.

  She winced in pain pulling away. Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes.

  Something was VERY wrong…

  “Amber, are you okay? Please come over here. Let’s sit on the sofa.” I pulled the blinds closed to my office. I gently walked her over to the sitting area. I poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.” I leaned forward as she sipped her water waiting for her reply.

  She swallowed the water quickly and placed the glass on the table. She sighed leaning back. “Ash, it’s very personal. I thought we agreed we wouldn’t do personal.” She clasped her hands together in her lap.

  “Amber, I know what we agreed, but something is very off about you. I’m coming to you as your friend not your boss. Whatever you tell me right now is off the record.” I brushed her hand gently.

  She shook her head tears welling up in her eyes. She blinked several times causing her eyeliner to run. I handed her a box of tissues. Blotting her eyes with the tissue, she wadded it up in her hands twisting it nervously.

  “It’s about that guy you’re seeing, isn’t it? Amber, please tell me what’s wrong. Did you two break up?”

  She waved her hand. “No, not at all. It’s just…he likes to play games with me,” she said in a low whisper. Her cheeks flooded red with embarrassment.

  “What kind of games?”

  “He’s a…dominant. He likes to play rough, do you get what I’m saying?”

  I leaned back nodding. “Of course, Amber. I like to play, too. But it’s consensual, right?”

  She nodded vigorously. “Definitely. It’s just—”

  “—just what? Amber, I’m a big boy. I’ve been around a long time and seen a lot of things. There’s nothing you could say that would shock me.”

  She nodded. “I know, it’s just I can’t talk about this with you, Ash. You’re my boss.”

  I clutched her hands within mine. “I know, Amber. But right now, I’m your friend first. If this guy is doing something out of line, I want to know about it.”

  “Oh, it’s just that…he’s sometimes too rough. I know I’m blowing it out of proportion. He had a rough childhood. His mom just died of an overdose. She put him through hell, Ash—”

  “What’s that got to do with anything, Amber? You know my mom left me when I was young. I don’t go around hurting women because of it!” My voice rose unintentionally. That was such bullshit.

  “I know that, Ash. It’s just sometimes he—”

  “—he what?”

  “Doesn’t stop when I use my safe word is all.”

  I became alarmed. What kind of self-respecting dom would ignore a safe word? That’s exactly what it was for-to protect the submissive from being harmed.

  “What does he do?”

  “Oh, he does stop eventually. He just—pushes my limits.”

  “What exactly does that mean, Amber?”

  She stood up to leave. “Nothing, Ash. It’s fine. I’m just overreacting as usual. I need to get back to work. You need those Anderson files by this afternoon.”

  I grabbed her wrist. “Sit down, Amber. I need to know if this guy has crossed the line with you.”

  She jerked her hand away from me. “Look, Ash, it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’m just going through some female problems if you know what I mean. I’ll be here on time tomorrow, I promise.”

  “Amber, please, you can trust me.”

  She waved her hand at me. “I don’t want to talk about this with you anymore, Ash.” With that, she left my office.

  I sat staring after her. A strong sense of danger swept over me. There was something very wrong with Amber and this guy.

  But since she wouldn’t tell me I didn’t know what to do. I stood up and went back to my desk. I watched her working through my open door. Her eyes were so sad. I just wished she’d tell me why.

  Thirty

  Amber

  I just couldn’t tell Ash. Ayden had been so touchy lately. And in bed, he was becoming even more of an animal. My shoulders throbbed with pain after he’d pinned my arms behind my back for hours last night during a scene. And he’d taken to drinking heavily as well. The sex was still amazing, but he consistently ignored my safe word several times before stopping.

  And last night….

  It had gotten out of control.

  While Ash was taking a phone call, I raced off to the ladies’ room. I splashed cold water on my face. Ensuring I was alone, I stripped my blouse off. Angry red marks still creased my back, along with deep purple bruises in the shape of fingers marred my waistline. I was sure my ass was covered in welts.

  Sickened, I quickly buttoned my blouse up. This wasn’t the BDSM relationship I wanted.

  This was abuse, a tiny voice inside me said.

  Yanking a paper towel out of the dispenser, I wiped my face. I quickly began to reapply my makeup.

  My heart broke every time I thought of the sweet way Ash had asked me what was wrong. I just couldn’t tell him. I’d always been such a strong woman. I used to watch Lifetime movies about abused women thinking how stupid they were for letting a man violate them like that. I thought it was foolish how they stayed on and on even after he’d beaten them bloody.

  Now look at me.

  I was no better than any abused woman. Even though Ayden had only slapped me once out of rage, he still was hurting me beyond my limits. It was no longer consensual.

  It was abuse.

  Tears spilled down my cheeks ruining my freshly applied mascara. I went into one of the stalls and held myself.

  I rubbed myself between my legs feeling the terrible soreness. Last night had been beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

  “I want to try something a little different tonight, Amber. Are you ready?” Ayden smiled at me winking. We’d just finished a fabulous dinner I’d prepared of all his favorites: chicken cordon bleu, potatoes with parsnips, and a rich chocolate mousse.

  The candlelight flickered casting a romantic glow to the immaculate room. Since I was over nearly every single night at his insistence, I’d moved in a great deal of my belongings. In spite of that, he insisted I keep most of my things even my clothes downstairs in a storage area. I wasn’t even allowed to spray my perfume inside the house. At first, I thought it was because he was allergic, but he had a violent reaction to any scent of any kind. The only aromas he could tolerate were food related. All laundry detergent, hand soaps, dish soaps had to be fragrance free. All deodorants had to be fragrance free. There was only one exception: his own cologne. He did wear a light masculine scent, but he would only apply it sparingly and only after he was downstairs in the storage area. I had to shower and use fragrance free soap every time before we had sex. I found it to be quite maddening.

  “Of course, I’m ready, Ayden.” The candlelight made his deep hazel eyes glow. Despite his idio
syncrasies, he was still an amazing lover. My pussy got wetter and wetter thinking about what he might do to me.

  Taking my hand, he led me to the spare room where we usually did scenes. Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side.

  I admired his strong, well-muscled chest and six pack abs. Slowly, I began to undress for him.

  “Stop, Princess. Let me.” Ayden seized me roughly ripping my dress open exposing my bra. Reaching around, he popped the clasp of my bra allowing my full breasts to burst forth. “I love that,” he whispered burying his face in my cleavage. He fondled and kissed my tits as my head fell back.

  Without warning, he stopped walking out of the room. He returned in a flash holding several fat candles and a lighter. “Are you up for this, Princess? You want Daddy to give you some wax play?” He raised his brows waving the candles at me.

  “I’ve never tried it. Sounds fun!”

  He finished stripping me of my clothes and gestured for me to lay down on the bed.

  Of course, the candles were unscented as he lit them. He straddled my waist as the candle burned brightly.

  I felt a bit uneasy as I watched the wax pool near the burning wick. “Remember my safe word, Ayden,” I whispered.

  “Daddy,” he corrected.

  “Daddy, please remember my safe word,” I whispered in the little girl voice he adored.

  “Of course, Princess. Now don’t be scared. This will feel so good.”

  I watched, bracing myself for a brief flash of pain as the liquid dripped from the tilted candle onto my nipple. There was a moment of searing pain, then it eased as he leaned forward to kiss me deeply. Again and again, he dripped the hot wax on me as kept his lips on mine. The pain from the wax quickly turned to pleasure as he reached to caress my throbbing clit. I’d never experienced such powerful sensations before. I arched my back willing him to pour even more wax upon me.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered. I opened my eyes to gaze into his deep hazel eyes. The soft glow of candlelight softened them into lipid pools of desire.

  Obediently, I spread my legs revealing my glistening wetness.

  “You’re so wet, Princess.” He ran his hand tantalizingly between my legs. I moaned softly wanting to feel him inside me.

  “Princess likes Daddy’s game, doesn’t she?” He placed the candle in the holder as he bent his head toward my nude body. Running his hands over me, every inch of my body tingled with pleasure as he played me like a fine instrument.

  “Of course, Daddy,” I murmured as his lips trailed my body setting it on fire with lust.

  Finally, he reached the apex of my legs. I was so wet I could feel my own juices soaking my thighs. Ayden traced his fingers lightly up my thighs swirling them around until he reached my pussy. Lightly, he swiped them over my pussy. I jumped as if electrified at his touch. With one hand, he opened my pussy up so that he could stroke my aching clit with his other.

  “Ayden,” I murmured, rolling my head side to side with pleasure.

  “Not yet, Princess. Daddy has something special in mind.” He turned away from me a moment as I raised my head to see what he was doing.

  “Ayden, I want to feel you inside me.” I moaned, trying to catch his hand.

  “No, Princess!”

  I noticed the burning candle in his right hand.

  He was completely nude, perspiration glistening on his muscled chest, his huge cock so hard it pointed up. “Pull your knees up. Then I want you to spread your pussy lips open.”

  Quickly, I did as he requested. His eyes glowed nearly black as he brought the dripping candle toward me.

  My stomach tightened. He was my boyfriend. He loved me. He’d never really hurt me…

  My eyes never left the candle as the hot wax pooled then he tilted it.

  “Trust me, Princess. You’ll love this.”

  My whole body tensed as the wax dripped from the candle falling into tiny droplets.

  All of a sudden, a sharp, searing pain exploded all through my pussy as the hot wax poured upon my delicate folds. I screamed loudly. I clamped my legs shut immediately crying in pain. Screaming my safe word over and over again, I rolled over on my side.

  “Amber! Spread your legs now. I told you to trust me.”

  With that, he forced my legs apart. The pain was so intense my mind was reeling.

  He leaned forward after slipping something into his mouth. The wax had already begun to harden on my pussy.

  I was enveloped in a very cooling sensation. His mouth engulfed my pussy giving me instant relief. It was strangely freezing cold yet so very soothing.

  “Oh my God, Ayden.”

  Over and over, he ran his tongue up and down my sore pussy. Soon, what had been terrible pain became delicious pleasure as the ice cube in his mouth melted. I entwined my fingers through his hair as he continued running his tongue softly over my throbbing clit bringing me to a thunderous orgasm.

  After I came, he kissed his way up my body.

  “See, Princess, I told you to trust me. How do you feel now?” He grinned as he laid his head on my breasts.

  Gently, I touched my pussy. It was still quite sore, but oddly enough, it didn’t hurt. “Amazing,” I whispered.

  “Of course you do, Princess. Daddy knows best.”

  November 30, 2013

  The past few months with Ayden had become unbearable. Everywhere I went he followed me. If I went out shopping, I would turn to see him watching me from a distance. If I didn’t return his calls immediately, he would text me with exact details of where I was at, what I was wearing, and who I was speaking to.

  He even began to affect my work. Ayden would send me a huge bouquet of roses to work every single day signed with the same salutation:

  To my beautiful Princess,

  Forever your loving Daddy

  I cringed the day that Ash noticed the card on the flowers before I could hide it.

  “Amber, how nice of your father to send you flowers. But it’s not your birthday.”

  Blushing furiously, I took the card and stuffed it into a drawer. “It’s not. They’re not from my father,” I muttered.

  He looked puzzled furrowing his brow. “Ahhh, the boyfriend?”

  I nodded looking down wishing I could disappear.

  “No need to explain,” he’d said giving me a wink.

  Ayden had also become obsessed with Ash. He’d constantly ask me about him, what he was like personally, how was it working for him, why didn’t Ash and I ever get together. It was beginning to wear me down.

  His obsession with me calling him Daddy started to worry me. Each new game he introduced me to was becoming less and less kinky, and more and more twisted.

  But one day, that fateful day in November, he went too far completely breaking me.

  After waiting for me to get off work as usual, we went back to his house. All the lights were dimmed and he had candles lit everywhere.

  Oh no, I winced, thinking of the painful pleasure that the burning wax had given me last time. “Wax again, Ayden?” I tried to laugh as I slipped my heels off.

  “No, Princess, it’s Daddy. And Daddy has a special surprise for you.” He smiled wickedly.

  I began to get a sinking feeling in my stomach. What was he planning?

  He held out his hand to me. I expected we would be retiring to the bedroom, but he took me downstairs to the basement.

  We’d never played down here and I was starting to get worried.

  What was going on?

  The basement wasn’t finished and all that was down there were the washing machine, the dryer, and boxes of clothing. There was also an old wood burning fireplace. But when he walked me down the stairs, I stood shocked as I saw he’d brought down a long table covered with red satin sheet. There were candles all around and soft music playing. He had a fire burning in the fireplace. There was a wooden bondage rack and a leather bench. Another smaller table contained several sexual accoutrements such as a flogger, whip, riding crop,
restraints, and a spreader bar.

  I looked around in amazement. Something this elaborate must’ve taken him all day to prepare. “Oh, Daddy,” I sighed, melting into his arms.

  “Daddy wants Princess to be happy. So, Daddy got a special surprise for her.”

  “What Daddy?” I clapped my hands like a little girl.

  “First, put this on.” He handed me a brand new short pink dress.

  Quickly, I slipped out of my work clothes and donned the tiny dress. It barely covered my ass and breasts. “How do I look, Daddy?”

  “Beautiful, Princess.” He kissed me atop my head. I noticed he was wearing a long sleeve blue thermal shirt. I’d never seen him in one before.

  “Here, Princess. Let Daddy sit you up on the table.” He picked me up and put me down on the table. The red satin sheet felt cool against my bare ass.

  “What’s my surprise, Daddy?” I asked in my little girl voice.

  “This.” He rolled up his sleeve to reveal a brand new tattoo bearing the words, ‘Forever Amber’ in bold, swirling black letters on his left bicep. The skin was bright red surrounding it.

  I gulped. What did this mean? Here I thought we were close to breaking up, and he goes and….

  Permanently puts my name on him.

  Slowly, I scooted to the edge of the table. Something told me I wasn’t going to like this game.

  “Don’t you like it, Princess? Now Daddy and Princess will be together forever. Everyone knows I’m yours.” His smile appeared distorted to me.

  My eyes glazed over as I gripped the table. “It’s wonderful, Daddy. Didn’t it hurt?” I pouted.

  “Not at all. I’ve had others, but this one means something. Now, Princess, let’s play a new game.”

  I hesitated a moment.

  “Give me your hands, Princess,” Ayden commanded.

  Glancing around, I didn’t know what he could have in mind. Still, it was likely his usual spanking games, so I complied.

  Quickly, he bound my wrists behind my back. “That’s not too tight, is it, Princess?”