Darkest Sin

by Ashton Blackthorne

I shook my head.

  “Good, Princess. Don’t worry, Daddy won’t hurt you,” his deep voice reassured me.

  But there was something about the way he spoke and the way he was touching me. His voice had a sinister tone to it. He pushed me against the wall roughly. Kneeling down he stripped my panties off.

  “Ayden,” I whispered.

  My pussy tightened as I felt wetness on my thighs.

  “Shhh.” He cautioned as he then spread my legs apart. A cold metal cuff was slipped onto each of my ankles.

  “Ayden! What are you doing?”

  Immediately, he grabbed the back of my neck and I found myself against the hard, cold floor. My cheek was pressed against the floor as his knee was thrust into my back.

  “It’s Daddy to you, Princess. I will tell you when you may speak! Got it? I’m your Daddy. You will do as I say.” His voice no longer sexy, but harshly erupted throughout the room. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” He commanded my answer by digging his knee even deeper into my back.

  “Yes,” I whispered. His knee was pressing into me crushing my ribs.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I managed the words I knew he was looking for. My eyes darted about trying to find a way out. This wasn’t what I wanted.

  He was becoming…

  Violent.

  Sadistic.

  “That’s better. You may stand, Princess.” He released me allowing me to struggle to my feet. Straining to see in the dimly lit room, I noticed several bondage devices I’d never seen before. The wooden racks complete with neck and arm holes looked like something out of a medieval torture chamber. Above the racks were various whips and chains.

  I shuddered as I turned to face him. The cuffs on my ankles bit into my flesh. I could feel the slight trickling of blood running down to my feet. “Daddy, what are you doing?” I asked in a low, frightened voice gazing at the metal bar in his hands.

  “Oh this? This is a spreader bar, Princess. I’m surprised you’ve never seen one. I thought you’d been with a dom before.” The dim lighting cast an ominous shadow across his handsome face making him appear evil.

  “Oh, yes, I’ve seen those before.” I tried laughing, but it came out as a timid chuckle.

  “Oh, Princess, are you afraid? There’s never anything to fear with Daddy,” he said, his voice thick and dark.

  I swallowed hard. He’d never spoken this way to me before. I had no idea what to make of it. My heart pounded in my chest. Tiny beads of perspiration broke out across my back. “What’s this about, Daddy?”

  “I’ve seen you with Ash. I know he wants you. So today, I decided to mark myself with your name. And tonight I will mark you with mine.”

  Alarm sirens went off in my head. I was in real danger this time! I had to get away from him for good! “Ayden, I…I think I forgot my keys in my car. Just let me out of this for a sec, so I can go check.” My hands struggled against the restraints.

  Ayden pivoted then laughed loudly. Leaning close to me, he chucked me under the chin. “Come now, Princess, you don’t think I’m going to fall for that old trick, do you? No, no, Amber, we’ve come this far together. I think it’s time I made you mine.”

  I could smell his scent, a mixture of perspiration and cologne. It nauseated me.

  “No, Princess, your keys are in your purse. I watched you put them there.” With that, he grabbed me by the wrists and drug me over to one of the wooden racks.

  “Oh, Daddy, I really don’t think that would be any fun.” I tried pulling backward against him.

  “How so?”

  “I—”

  “You know, you’re right, Princess. It would be so much better if I had you lean over this bench here.”

  Accepting that he was likely to administer a brutal whipping, I would much rather be across the bench than locked into some kind of torture rack.

  Walking awkwardly over to the bench, I bent over it. My bare breasts pressed against the cold leather. He had me place my bound hands out in front of me. Hearing a clanking sound, I then felt him spread my legs and place the spreader bar between them.

  Now I was completely spread out across the bench for his pleasure.

  “Beautiful, Princess. Have I ever told you what an amazing tight little ass you have?” He slapped me lightly.

  “I can’t wait, Daddy. What are you going to give to me first? Your crop or your whip?”

  I heard his footsteps moving away from me.

  “Oh, dear Amber, you and I are going to have such fun tonight. I’ve got something special planned. Tonight’s the night, you know.”

  I heard the heavy clanging sound of metal or iron. I couldn’t imagine what he was doing. Then, I noticed an odd aroma.

  Something was burning!

  “Ayden? What’s going on?” My legs began to tremble.

  Something was wrong, very wrong.

  “After tonight, you will be mine forever, Amber.”

  What????

  My heart thumped so hard I thought it would explode out of my chest. Sweat dripped down my arms pooling against the restraints. “What do you mean, Ayden?”

  His footsteps drew closer. “Mine in every way possible. You will wear me on you.”

  A sickening realization dawned on me.

  The heat….the fireplace….the heavy clanging of iron…

  Oh, my God….

  Fear exploded within me. Every fiber of my being stood on end. My mind raced trying to figure a way out of here. The basement was completely closed save for a few small windows and only one door.

  I began tugging against the restraints as hard as I could. He was coming closer with the branding iron and I could feel the intense heat emanating from it.

  “Shhh…Princess, it won’t be so bad. Daddy has lots of medicine to put on it so it won’t get infected. Let me give you a few quick slaps to toughen your flesh.”

  As he whipped at my flesh, I barely felt it. I was intent on getting out of the restraints!

  I stared in horror as Ayden slapped down a piece of raw meat next to me.

  “Daddy has to check if the iron is hot enough.” He pressed the branding iron into the raw meat making a nauseating sizzle.

  The smell of burnt flesh filled the room. As he removed the iron, I saw a large ‘AD’ for Ayden Donovan on the meat in smeared letters.

  “Oh shit, Princess, the iron isn’t quite hot enough. Let me fix that.”

  Desperately, I squirmed against the restraints. All of a sudden, one wrist slipped from the cuff and I quickly undid the other.

  Ayden was slipping the iron into the fire as I bent down to unlock the ankle cuffs. I undid them quietly as I crept over to the stairs.

  Ayden spun around. “Amber! Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

  “The FUCK away from you!” I screamed. I raced up the stairs.

  Ayden charged at me catching my ankle and pulling me down. I kicked him in the face as hard as I could.

  I bolted from the house and ran screaming all the way down the street. As soon as I got to the gas station down the road, I called 911.

  For six months, Ayden followed me around. He sent me flowers at first begging for my forgiveness. He even contacted all my friends telling them how much he regretted his actions. Of course, he failed to mention how he’d tried to brand me. He called me constantly up to fifty times a day until I had to change my number. He stood outside my apartment every morning trying to get me to reconcile with him.

  I held firm and refused him. I wouldn’t even consider a reconciliation. He was twisted and I wanted nothing more to do with him.

  Then, he started to become more menacing.

  As I walked out to my car one morning, I gave a cautionary glance all around me. Expecting to see Ayden, I braced myself as I did every morning.

  For the first time in four months, he wasn’t there.

  Breathing a sigh of relief, I pulled my keys out and walked to my car. As I moved around to open the door, I dropped my purse.


  There was a package sitting on my windshield wrapped in brown paper.

  With my hands shaking, I reached forward to pick up the brown paper wrapped package. A huge, dead, black rat fell out right onto my feet.

  Screaming, I backed away looking all around me. There was a white piece of paper underneath the windshield wiper.

  Slowly, I unfolded the paper and I choked back the vomit rising in my throat.

  Princess,

  Like my present? Since you don’t care for the flowers, I thought this might be more to your liking.

  You need to talk to me.

  Now.

  You’re not being a very good girl, Princess.

  Daddy is NOT happy with you.

  And you know what that means.

  Forever, your loving Daddy

  As I read the words, uncontrollable screams escaped me.

  Several people came running and I called the police.

  The same scene was repeated several times over the next few months. Ayden would leave terrible and menacing notes on my car. Many times, he left black roses or white roses covered with blood.

  I contemplated moving away from New York. Ash convinced me to stay giving me an armed bodyguard posted outside my apartment.

  After a few months passed, I found myself feeling more at ease. Ayden hadn’t bothered me in a few weeks and I felt perhaps he was moving on.

  Ash had asked me to accompany him to the wedding of a distinguished colleague. So happy to be going out again after months of leaving in terror, I slipped out of my clothes as I turned the shower on.

  The hot water streamed out of the shower head filling the bathroom with steam. I stepped inside allowing the hot water to pour over me. It felt so good dripping over my aching shoulders. Pouring the shampoo into my hands, I delighted in how good it was to finally use a heavily scented shampoo. Ayden had never allowed me to use anything with a strong fragrance.

  As I finished showering, I thought I heard a noise like a door shut. Shrugging it off as being my noisy upstairs neighbor, I finished rinsing my hair.

  Again, I heard another noise. It sounded like…

  The glass door to the shower swung open.

  “Surprise, Princess. Daddy’s home.” Ayden stood there grinning like a madman. He was wearing all black and his hair was hidden beneath a black ball cap.

  Screaming, I backed up to the corner of the shower.

  “So, Princess is getting clean for Daddy? How nice. But you’re using the wrong shampoo. You know I don’t like that kind.” Ayden reached out to shut the shower off.

  “Ayden! What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?” My breath came in short gasps.

  “Had a friend distract your bodyguard. Remember sexy Sloan? She’s keeping your friend company.”

  Feeling faint, I cowered in the corner away from him. “Ayden, please leave. I won’t call the police if you just leave now.” Shaking, I looked about me for anything I could use to defend myself. Apart from the shampoo bottle, there was nothing.

  Ayden grabbed a fluffy towel holding it out for me. “Come, princess, dry yourself off.”

  I hesitated standing there nude and shivering.

  “Stop acting so scared of me! I’m not here to hurt you.” Ayden shook the towel at me.

  Taking it from him, I welcomed the warm towel to shield my nudity.

  “Now, come here, princess.” His voice now a low growl. He sat on my bed and patted it.

  Accepting there was nowhere to run, I sat down on the bed several inches away from him.

  “Princess, we need to talk. Daddy loves you. I never meant to scare you.” He reached to stroke my wet hair. I cringed and pulled away.

  “Ayden—?” I began.

  “Daddy,” he corrected.

  “Daddy, please leave me alone. I just want to get on with my life.”

  Ayden shook his head. He still looked as handsome as ever, but his eyes which once reflected love now reflected something else…

  Evil.

  “No, Princess, Daddy will be with you forever.” He pulled me to him. I tried to squirm away, but he held me tightly in his arms. “Now, let Daddy see your beautiful body, Princess. I want to see if anyone else has touched you.” He tugged on the towel and it fell away from my body.

  Ayden pushed me back on the bed straddling me.

  Helpless, I began to cry.

  “Oh, princess, you’re making me so fucking hard.” I felt his hard cock through his pants pressing into my thigh. His hands squeezed my tits. “God, you’re beautiful,” he moaned running his hands all over me.

  I recoiled as I desperately looked for a way out.

  “Princess has been a bad girl. Daddy needs to correct you.” He said standing up slipping off his t shirt revealing an even more muscular frame.

  My eyes darted to the open bedroom door. Then I noticed the heavy vase on the nightstand next to us. Perhaps if I could get my hands around that…

  “Daddy, Princess has been naughty. Maybe you need to spank me,” I began to speak in the little girl voice he adored.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Do you think you could use the big belt? The one in Princess’ closet?” I leaned forward slowly readying my body for action.

  “Oh yes, the black studded one? You still have that?” Ayden looked surprised.

  Actually, I had gotten rid of everything of his a long time ago. I just needed him to turn away from me for a minute. The closet was across the room.

  And away from the door.

  “Yes, I do, Daddy. It’s in the closet on the right-hand side.”

  Ayden beamed stepping away from the bed. Quickly, I wrapped the towel tightly about my body. As Ayden walked to the closet, I tightened my grip on the vase. Slipping off the bed, I crept up behind him.

  “Amber! What the hell?”

  With that, I smashed the vase down onto his head. The glass shattered and he collapsed to the ground. I raced out of my apartment screaming while clutching the towel around my nude body.

  Immediately, I called Ash and the police. Charges were finally filed against Ayden for breaking and entering and stalking. The police ransacked his car. Later, they informed me of the items they found inside his car that day.

  Handcuffs and leg shackles.

  And his passport with a plane ticket to Argentina.

  Just one ticket.

  Thankfully, the court found him guilty and he was sentenced to three years in prison.

  With Ayden safely gone for three years, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Even if it was tinged with fear and regret. I immediately began picking the pieces of my life up and Ash helped me move into a new apartment. There was nothing else that I could do, and I was done with that abuse.

  Thirty One

  Ash

  One late night at the office Amber and I were working feverishly side by side. I could hardly keep my mind on business as Amber was wearing a tight cotton top that strained to cover her breasts. Perspiration broke out across my back beneath my dress shirt.

  I strolled over to the window in my office sliding it open.

  “Ash, it’s freezing out! What the hell are you doing?” Amber reached to grab her sweater.

  Dammit! I’d only wanted to cool off, not make Amber bundle up!

  “It’s stuffy in here, don’t you think?” I removed my tie thinking of how much I wanted to bind Amber’s wrists with it.

  “Not really.” She gave me a quizzical look as she wrapped herself in a blue cashmere sweater.

  “If you’re cold, I can shut the window.” I moved to close it.

  “I’m fine, Ash, really. The sweater will keep me warm.”

  “I’ll shut it.” Slamming the window shut, I walked over to the bar. Pouring two glasses of Macallan, I handed her one.

  Removing her sweater, Amber took the glass and sipped. “If we start drinking, Ash, I don’t know exactly how much work we will get done.”

  I shrugged. I finished my glass and quickly poured a
second. Work was the last thing on my mind right now. My cock throbbed in my pants as I gazed at her beautiful body.

  “It’s a beautiful night out, Ash, even if it is freezing.” She walked over to gaze out the window.

  I nodded licking my lips. “Yes, if you enjoy cold nights alone that is.”

  She stood pressing her forehead to the window for several minutes.

  I wondered if I’d said the wrong thing. Sitting my drink aside, I stood up and walked over to her. Instead of admiring the New York skyline, she was staring down at a dark haired man dressed in a black leather jacket standing across from our building.

  “Amber, are you okay?” I touched her arm.

  She jumped and looked up at me her eyes wide. “Oh yes, I’m fine.”

  “Who is that down there? Your new boyfriend?” I snickered.

  She shook her head moving away from the window. “Of course not. You know I’m not seeing anyone right now.”

  As she walked over to the desk, I noticed her hands trembling. Her face had gone pale.

  Who the hell was that guy? And why did he upset Amber so?

  Before I could inquire, Amber abruptly started getting her things together. “Ash, it’s after ten. I think it’s time to call it quits for the day. I’m going to come in after nine tomorrow, if that’s all right with you.”

  “Of course. Look, what I just said…I was joking. Your personal life is none of my business.”

  She nodded stiffly seemingly anxious to leave. “Ash, would you mind walking me down to the lobby and making sure I get to my car safely? It’s late and…”

  I waved my hand. “No need to explain. Of course, I will.”

  Taking the elevator to the main floor, I walked Amber to the front door. I watched as she hurried to her car parked in the VIP section of the parking garage.

  The mysterious man in the black coat stood there watching her, but he never moved toward her or acknowledged her.

  Strange, so strange.

  The next day, I decided I needed to confront Amber. Something was going on. I hoped she was okay. I wondered if I had anything to do with her family. I myself needed a distraction from the painful encounter with my own mother months earlier.