Darkest Sin

by Ashton Blackthorne

  “Amber, what do you say we go to Le Bernardin for dinner? I think we should celebrate our new business.”

  “Ash, are you serious? It will be impossible to get reservations there! People wait weeks or more to get in there.”

  I cocked my eyebrow at her. “I know a guy who knows a guy. I can get in, don’t you worry about that. How about you leave work now and go get dressed in something fabulous. I will be there to pick you up around 7:00 PM. Dinner will be at 8:00.”

  Amber flushed and glanced at her phone. “It’s only 2:00 now, Ash. I can stay and help you out for a few more hours.” Amber stood up and began collecting documents.

  Reaching out, I took her hand. “No, Amber, I want you to take the afternoon off. Call Silvio at this number. Tell him you’re my special guest. I’ll have the car take you over to his salon. He’s the best in all of Manhattan. Get your hair done, manicure, massage, everything. I want you to be well rested for our dinner tonight.”

  Amber looked at me quizzically. “Are you sure, Ash?”

  I nodded. Amber had been so distracted and sad lately. Maybe this dinner would cheer her up.

  I had dined at this restaurant multiple times, but I couldn’t recall it ever being this loud. It was unusually crowded for a Thursday evening.

  “A little loud in here, don’t you think, Ash?” Amber noticed I was wincing as the couple behind us were arguing over who should have to take the children to their lacrosse practice after school.

  I nodded rolling my eyes. “I think Mr. and Mrs. Smith behind us here are about to start stabbing each other with their forks!”

  Amber snickered noting the heated exchange at the next table. “Thank God, I don’t have kids! I can’t imagine dealing with that and working.”

  “Oh, I’m a slave driver now? Anytime you need time off just ask me.” I finished my scotch.

  Amber smiled shaking her head. “Of course not, Ash. You just like it a little rough, don’t you?”

  I raised my right eyebrow at her. “Have you been following me home at night?”

  Amber laughed throwing her head back. “Oh, Ash, you’re too much. It was just an educated guess.”

  I pondered what she said. Could she read me that easily? Maybe she, too, enjoyed such games.

  I admired how beautiful she looked tonight. The cobalt blue dress she wore highlighted the deep blue of her eyes. Her honey blonde hair was swept up atop her head with ringlets cascading down to brush her shoulders. Her delectable cleavage was evident in the low cut dress. I nearly salivated looking at it.

  Pulling myself together, I willed my cock to unstiffen. Now wasn’t the time for such thoughts.

  Or was it?

  As we glanced at the menu, I sat back in my chair contemplating how happy I was whenever I was with Amber. Maybe everything I wanted was sitting right in front of me. As if she read my mind, she spoke as she finished her wine.

  “Ash, I want to thank you for inviting me to dinner tonight. I’ve been kind of down lately. You may have noticed I haven’t been as on top of things as I usually am. I apologize for that.”

  I waved my hand at her. “No, it’s my pleasure to have you here with me. I know I’ve been distant myself. Things have been hard since Veronica…” I trailed off, not sure where I wanted this conversation to lead.

  Amber leaned forward her cleavage spilling out of her dress.

  I swallowed hard trying to keep my mind on the conversation.

  She rested her hand on mine. “I know it’s been hard. I’m so sorry. I really thought the two of you would make things work this time.” Amber shook her head sadly.

  I nodded. “I thought so, too, but I guess it wasn’t to be. Look, I really don’t want to discuss Veronica tonight.” I finished the last of my scotch.

  “I understand. Your love life is in much better shape than mine I’m afraid.” Amber sighed deeply.

  “I thought you’d been some real estate guy lately. What was his name? Jim? Tim?”

  Amber laughed. “No. Anyway, I was referring to an old boyfriend of mine. I’ve seen him around lately and don’t know what to do.”

  I narrowed my eyes. I didn’t like where this was going.

  “What exactly is he doing? Who is it?”

  “That guy I was seeing right after I started working for you. Ayden was his name.”

  “You mean Ayden? He’s back?! Amber, you should’ve told me earlier. It’s been three years already?” I waved my hand signaling the water to bring another drink.

  Amber sighed, her blue eyes looking troubled. Her hand fluttered to her neckline absently brushing against her collarbone. It drove me wild every time she did that. “He got out a few months early for good time. I checked online and he’s out on parole. But he hasn’t done anything. I just saw him following me a few times is all. Maybe it was just a coincidence.”

  “The guy stalked you for six months after you broke up! He broke you’re your house and tried to kill you! Doesn’t seem like much of a coincidence to me. If this guy is back, you need to file another restraining order.” I took a long drink of my scotch. Macallan 25, the best.

  “I know, I know. But it was only twice. And that was a month ago. I’ve never seen him at my new apartment or anywhere near there. Look, I’m sorry I brought it up. I’m just being paranoid.” Amber sipped her wine as she opened her menu.

  I nodded. “Well, if this guy so much as comes within a half mile of you, let me know. I’ll have my attorney file a restraining order so fast it will make his fucking head spin.”

  “Duly noted, Ash.” Amber smiled nodding. She knew how protective I was of her.

  Sickened at the thought of Ayden’s possible return, I debated on whether or not I should press the issue. Perhaps Amber had been being paranoid. Surely, going to prison had taught this guy a lesson. I pushed thoughts of Ayden out of my mind. I wanted Amber to feel good tonight not worry more.

  “So, what looks good? Dover Sole? Roasted Rack of Lamb? Squab?” I nearly wrinkled my nose. Nothing really appealed to me tonight.

  Amber sighed. “I’m not sure. Maybe the lobster?” She looked doubtful.

  “Or what about the Fluke Slivers?” I nearly laughed. What an odd name for a fish.

  Amber giggled. “I was thinking that Razor Clam sounded amazing!”

  I laughed.

  “Sounds like another name for dangerous pussy,” I muttered.

  Amber dissolved into giggles.

  Tossing the menu aside, I threw my cloth napkin down. “Could this menu be any more pretentious? Fuck, I’m used to dining in these so-called fine establishments, but you know what really sounds good to me right now?”

  “What?” Amber struggled to stifle her laughter.

  “A fucking big, greasy cheeseburger covered in bacon!”

  Amber clapped her hand over her mouth. “From where? I don’t think they have that here.”

  “From Tony’s, that dive in the East Village.”

  “Really? Greasy Tony’s? The one with the huge onion rings?”

  “It’s just called Tony’s, Amber.” I laughed. I was ready to get the hell out of here. I was sick of all the high end twelve course meals. “And you know what I want with it?”

  Amber could hardly contain her excitement.

  “An extra-large order of onion rings and a bottle of Bud Light.” I laughed at the shocked look on her face.

  “Ash! When was the last time you drank a beer, let alone a Bud Light?”

  I stood up and tossed a wad of bills onto the table. “Too fucking long. What do you say we head over to Tony’s and get some burgers and beer?”

  Amber clapped her hands. “But what about how we’re dressed? I mean, I’m wearing this gown…”

  “So take it off.” I winked at her. I held my hand out to her.

  “Leaving so soon, sir? The food wasn’t to your liking?” The maître d’ looked confused as he saw me slip my suit jacket on.

  “The food tasted a bit too pretentious for my taste. But I�
�ve left you a generous tip. Thank you.”

  As I walked out of the restaurant, I turned to watch his mouth fall open counting the wad of bills I’d left him.

  Money. It could buy a lot of things, but it couldn’t buy everything.

  Some things were just priceless, I thought glancing at Amber’s joyful expression.

  As we walked out to my car, I couldn’t help but brush my hand across Amber’s ass.

  She jumped a bit.

  “I have a deliciously naughty thought, Amber.”

  “What is it, Ash?” She squirmed a bit as I kept my hand firmly on her ass. She looked so sexy I just wanted to tear the dress from her body. “Can I say this totally off the record?”

  “Of course. It’s after hours.” She demurred.

  I leaned in close to her, my lips brushing her ear. “I want to see your cunt.”

  Thirty Two

  Amber

  Ash whisked me away to his apartment. I’d been only been to his apartment once in the entire time I’d known him.

  As we walked inside, I admired the lavish redecorating he’d done. The fireplace in the main room had been completely remodeled into a two room stone fireplace. I expected we’d go to his bedroom, but as we passed it, I began to wonder just where we were going.

  “Ash, where are you taking me?”

  Turning to me, he smiled. “Where I’ve been wanting to take you since the day I met you.” Ash tightened his grip on my hand as he threw open the door. He stepped aside so I could experience the full effect of seeing the dungeon for the first time.

  “Oh my God, Ash,” I whispered. Releasing my hand, he allowed me to walk into the room.

  I stared in awe at the dimly lit room. I took in the various accoutrements hanging from the wall. Slowly, I walked over to run my fingers down the whips and floggers. I gawked at the leather bench and the various handcuffs and restraints.

  “Ash, I knew you were kinky, but this…this is more than I ever imagined.”

  He grabbed me roughly, pressing his lips to mine. I couldn’t believe this was happening…it was my every fantasy come true. His hands found my breasts through the dress, closing over them and squeezing them in turn. His fingers shifted, as if he could encompass even that which was spilling out over the edge of his fingers.

  “God, they’re so fucking perfect,” he moaned, seemingly in awe of how big they were. His heated eyes dropped to them, staring as he squeezed and rubbed them.

  I parted my lips slightly, breathing out with the desire that he inspired and his tongue instantly delved into my mouth, exploring the crevices hungrily. Eagerly, he accepted me, caressing his tongue with my own. Twisting and turning in a way that I was wholly unfamiliar with. Was this what I had been turning down all of those late nights at the office? If so, I had better will power than I knew. He felt like heaven and I knew he could feel my body quiver beneath his touch.

  His libido fired he shifted his hands, taking the top of my dress within the grasp of his fingers and tearing. Ripping the fabric completely from my body, the shreds baring my breasts. I couldn’t help squealing, a mixture of excitement and surprise. It was the look in his eyes as he stared at me though that did me in. His hooded gaze traveling over every round of my breasts, staring at my nipples almost like a physical caress instead of just his eyes taking me in.

  My breathing quickened, causing my tits to jiggle slightly with the movement. God I wanted him. He took my breasts into his hands again, this time bare, and lowered his head. Again my breath caught, but this time it was him bringing his lips to my nipples. His lips opened, tongue and teeth pulling at the sensitive flesh and causing me to moan. As he moved his mouth back and forth between each breast, my head fell completely back, hair touching the tip of my still clothed ass as I arched. I groaned as he began tugging and twisting my nipples, pulling on them delightedly.

  “Ash,” I whispered, my desire clear in the one word. His name. The name that I wanted to be moaning and screaming already. I had never wanted another person the way I wanted him then. I had never been so turned on from so little in my entire life.

  He covered every inch of my breasts with his lips, kissing, sucking, and biting until I was a writhing mess. The tatters of my dress were pushed off of me as he did so, body lowering down mine as he kissed a trail from my breasts down to my abdomen. His teeth and togue played about that too, kissing my bellybutton teasingly before lowering even further. I was nude save for my tiny, lacy panties. Panties that he kissed down to the top of as his hands circled around behind me to my ass.

  “Oh, God, Ash,” I moaned again, arching under his minstrations. His fingers tugged at my ass, pulling and stretching it as his lips teased just over the mound of my lace panties.

  My head fell back again and I swooned with delight. I wanted this so bad. I wanted him so bad. This was the moment that I had been fantasizing about for six years, and I couldn’t believe that it was finally happening...

  Thirty Three

  Ash

  Releasing her, I leaned back to gaze at her beautiful body. I’d waited for six years to see this woman, really see her in all her nude glory. Her perfect breasts, hard nipples, her long legs…It was a moment I wanted to savor. All of her tight, taught, tanned skin shimmering in the lighting. Everything about her was magical, down to the way that she stood, swaying in need of my touch. She was perfect.

  I found myself overcome with desire as she stood there, staring into my eyes, and just waiting for my command. I rose up, lifting back to my feet as I walked over to the rack on the wall and pulled out my favorite riding crop. Black and shiny, I had never wanted to use it on another person as much as I wanted to use it on her in that moment.

  “Show it to me,” I commanded.

  Standing nude before me, she trembled. A combination of anticipation and curiosity. “Show you what?” she asked, not arguing but clearly asking for clarification.

  “Your pretty little cunt,” I replied darkly, smacking my crop against my thigh for emphasis. The sound reverberated through the air and I could see her shiver even further with anticipation. Good. I planned to use it on her, and I knew that she would love it just as much as I loved watching her flesh redden under the crop.

  Shyly, she reached down between her legs, parting them slightly. She was entirely nude now, but her legs weren’t far enough apart for me. Her pert nipples stood at attention, though, a dusky rose color that darkened the more turned on that she became. I liked that even more. I wanted to put my lips back on them again and bite until they bore the marks of our love-making.

  “Not like that.” I reprimanded, stepping back to her once more. “Open your legs more.” I commanded as I prodded her with my crop for emphasis.

  Biting her lip, she pulled her soft folds open, exposing her hardened pink clit to my hungry gaze.

  “That’s it.” I murmured in approval as I moved closer to her to whisper in her ear.

  “That sweet little pink bud that swells and swells the more you touch it. Tingles too, doesn’t it? That throbbing, pulsating feeling shooting through your body. With every touch of your finger, you just get wetter and wetter, don’t you, baby? “

  She nodded, rubbing her fingers across her wetness in response, her fingers pulsing with the vibration of my voice in her ear. Like she could get off to my voice alone. And who knew, maybe she could. That was an experiment for another day though, tonight I wanted her to myself too badly.

  “That’s what I like, Amber. Do you want to be my sweet little sub? Tell me how you like touching yourself,” I whispered, my lips brushing the shell of her ear with each word.

  Looking down, I saw the wetness glistening on her thighs.

  “Tell me how much you like touching your pretty little pussy,” I commanded.

  “I like it,” she whispered softly still caressing herself. Her eyes glazed with desire.

  “Tell me!” I lashed the crop against her firm ass.

  “I love it!” she cried still strumming her fi
ngers back and forth.

  “That’s it. Now please me by rubbing that little cunt until your juices drip down your thighs. Then, and only then, will I allow you to taste the pleasure of the pain my crop will give you.”

  My eyes trailed her body until I reached her face. Amber reached to run her fingers through my hair. She was looking up at me her blue eyes shining with…

  Something…

  Desire?

  Lust?

  Something more?

  No, it couldn’t be!

  Breaking my gaze, I reached to tear the panties from her body. Groaning softly, she stepped out of them.

  Pressing my face to her, I inhaled her scent. She smelled like heaven. Running my hands up the length of her luscious legs, I knew I would find her wet. And I did, well before I even reached her pretty little cunt.

  My cock throbbed with need as I gently brushed my fingers across her wetness, rolling into the apex of her thighs greedily.

  I couldn’t wait any longer! I swept her into my arms and brought her over to the leather bench.

  “Ash, are we going to play now?”

  “Do you have to ask?”

  Slamming her roughly against the bench, I took my favorite pair of restraints into my hand.

  As I noticed the look of fear in her blue eyes, I felt my cock lurch. Not even Veronica had turned me on this much.

  “Turn around and spread your legs,” I commanded.

  Biting her lip, Amber complied. With her high heels still on, she stood nearly six feet tall. A formidable woman she was…the challenge I’d so longed for…she was right here in front of me.

  Perhaps the woman I’d been waiting for my whole life.

  She was there. Her long honey colored hair lay in silken strands against her nude body. Her immense breasts were so firm and sat high upon her chest shadowing her tiny waist and firm, toned abs. Her pussy was shaved with a neat dark blonde landing strip. Her ass was firm and rounded.

  Staring at her, my mouth fell open in awe. I’d seen many, many women in my life, but she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful of them all.