by Azure Boone
The thought of her leaving speared his chest with unbearable agony. He gasped and forced himself to face the handsome monster in the mirror. Forced himself to gaze into the eyes of his past, the broken boy that had pretended to become a man. A man that learned to tweak his pain and create an elaborate labyrinth of surreal, sophisticated bullshit.
She was nothing like he’d ever known. Strong and sweet and…amazing. Maybe…maybe she’d survive him.
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Sofia’s hands trembled as she packed various ensembles into her suitcase at 4:30 in the freaking AM. She didn’t care, whatever he needed, whenever he needed it. She’d bathed well. Something told her what he had in mind didn’t require clothes at all. Hence his it doesn’t matter answer. God, she was actually scared shitless. What did he have in mind? Did she really want to poke at his angry beehive? What if it was more than she could stand? What if he hurt her? What if he liked it? How would that affect her?
“What about the bakery?” Sofia got into her seatbelt as Daniel pulled out of the driveway.
“Seth said him and Dara would watch it.”
“You think…that’s safe?”
“Safe?” He headed out of the subdivision. “Safe as in will he burn it down, or will Dara eat us out of business?”
She rubbed her hands on her jeaned legs, uneasy with his irritation. He didn’t have to be all bitchy to do this. Did he? “I don’t know what I mean. Just making small talk cause…”
“Because you’re scared.”
Sofia laughed a little at his soft, knowing accusation. “Not scared just…curious. Okay maybe a little nervous. Amelie knows my number, if she needs anything for gammie, she can call.” She cleared her throat and pushed hair behind her ear. “I still laugh at how gammy ended up with the room you were planning to do sex classes in.”
“What color panties do you have on?”
Sofia was thrown by the intimate question and his determination to be an uptight ass. “Uhhh. You know, I can’t remember.”
“Take your pants off.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
His tone was gentle with a tinge of impatience. Not something she was used to hearing in his voice. And not something she did very well with. She swallowed the instinct to resist and rebel and undid her pants and saw red lace. “Oh, that’s right, red.” She worked the jeans over her hips. “Panties too?”
“Did I say panties?”
Sofia bit her lower lip to keep from laughing. It was also kind of funny when he was mean, like it so wasn’t his personality with her. She removed only her jeans like a good little girl. “Now what?”
“Pull your panties to the side.”
Sofia’s heart raced and her stomach flip flopped as she opened her legs and did as he said.
Daniel reached over and whispered his index finger slowly over her slit, sending a bolt of heat into her stomach. She pushed her hips toward his teasing touch and he dipped into her several times. Slight shame filled her cheeks as the silence filled with the sound of how wet she was along with Daniel’s groan of what that did to him. He drew his hand away and put his finger to his nose. Sofia watched him slip it into his sexy mouth and withdraw it slowly with a near painful mmm.
Lordy.
“Finger yourself with your middle finger.”
Sofia hesitated. “You didn’t say the ma-“
“Do it. Sofia.”
Sofia’s heart stuttered at the bite in his tone. But he’d said Sofia. She slid her middle finger halfway inside. “Where are we going?”
“Don’t talk. Just fuck yourself. Use your other hand and rub your clit.”
Sofia let her head fall back as she gave herself to the feeling between her legs. She opened as wide as she could and pumped her hips as she did that intricate dance Daniel had helped her learn.
“God yes, do it baby.”
She laid her seat back, worried who might see, even though it was like five in the morning. She opened wide and resumed building herself to orgasm. Daniel stroked her inner thigh, groaning. If this is what he had in mind for her, she could so handle that.
Moments before the big moment, Daniel ordered, “Stop.”
His hard tone stole her momentum and rhythm.
“Stop.” He said more firm.
Her fingers froze. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just want you to stop.”
“Why?”
He looked casually in the rear view mirror. “Do. As I say.”
Sofia stared at him for several seconds then snorted and lifted her seat back up. “Okay.” Not.
“If you’re going to be mad about that, we need to turn around now and conclude this. Because I plan on being a lot crueler than that.”
“Well that kind of mean is just…really mean.”
“Oh sweetheart.”
Sofia glanced his way at hearing the remorse in his tone. She got kinda disturbed to see the, you have no idea look on his face. She shook it off, determined not to let him scare her. She knew beneath all his shit, he was a good and sweet man. She just needed to prove it to him.
Forty-five minutes later and he turned off the main highway onto a dirt road. She watched the towering trees pass them as he followed the winding strip up. “Ohhhh my goodness,” she gasped when a two-story log cabin came into view. “We should so come here for our honeymoon!”
He parked the car, opened the glove box, and handed her a red blindfold. “Put it on.”
Sofia stared at it, her adrenalin kicking in. Survival instinct? “What about my pants?” She took the blindfold and did as he said, determined to not chicken out.
“Leave them off.”
Daniel led her out of the car and up the stairs. When he opened the door the smell of cinnamon and vanilla hit her. “Mmm, yum.”
He didn’t say a word as he led her inside. She heard the door shut, and locks click into place before Daniel guided her up more stairs. A few minutes later and he led her up even more stairs. Then came the sound of a door shutting and locking, making her adrenalin kick in again. “So much locking. I promise not to run you know.” She prayed at least.
He let go of her and she waited for several minutes in complete darkness. “Such a nice place and wow, it smells like I’ve baked here.” He finally removed her blindfold and fear seized her spine at seeing him dressed like an executioner—leather mask and only his black spandex briefs. She turned around and nearly panicked at what was in the center of the room. It looked like a torture chamber from a psycho horror movie. There was a lone black leather medical looking chair big enough for two, loaded with straps on it. More straps and chains hung from the ceiling above it, and just to the right was a table filled with objects. Even had an eerie little naked bulb on the low beam in the ceiling.
Dread slowly coursed through her limbs as she realized what this place was. “You…this is where you…”
“Yes.”
His thick whisper made her body tremble. But she couldn’t deny the excitement along-side the fear, and instinctively Sofia lowered her gaze to find his cock hard and straining.
“Go get in the chair.”
Sofia couldn’t stop her gulp. Shit. She turned her head and looked at the lone piece of furniture. “That one?”
“Yes. That one.” He stepped close to her and she looked up into his masked face, focusing on the blue eyes that looked eerily unfamiliar. “This is your one and only chance to back out. Once you’re in that chair, there’s no turning back.”
“I know,” she muttered lightly, straining to keep the shake from her voice. “I’m fine, really, it’ll be fine.” Oh God, who was she trying to convince here.
Chapter Three
Daniel was grateful for the mask. Usually he wore it to hide his disgust for who he was, but with Sofia, he needed to hide his fear of what he might do once she was tied down. He just didn’t know. “I would understand if you backed out.” He prayed she would.
She licked her lips and met his gaze
head on. “Daniel, I’m not afraid of you.”
His chest ached with the same intensity that throbbed through his cock. She wasn’t being arrogant, merely confessing her love. Ignorant as it seemed to him, he was utterly fascinated by and driven to explore the notion, and test it even. “Go.”
Sofia did as he said, pausing briefly when she got to his torment chair. He watched her slide her hand over the leather like it were an ordinary piece of furniture she was admiring. “Nice chair, you make it yourself?” Daniel refused to answer her idle chatter. She wanted him to reassure her, he knew. But he needed this to be real. There was never talking during his sessions.
She examined the table next to it that held his pleasure tools. Candle, lighter, dildos of various sizes and shapes, whips, gag, lubrication, and a knife. He held his breath. Surely if there was a back out point this was it. She tossed him a little grin then pointed to the table. “Now that’s quite a gynecological collection mister.”
A mixture of dread and relief flooded him when she hopped onto the chair. She sat with her legs hanging off the side and her feet doing circles in the air. If he waited a few more seconds, he was sure she’d start whistling or humming a hymn.
Stupid beautiful woman.
He moved toward her, feeling the monster inside pressing into his vertebra, ready to come out and play. He held back the tidal wave of desire rushing through him. It was all too familiar and yet all so new. He’d definitely never had this mixture of feeling before and wasn’t sure what the result would be.
He stood next to her, staring at her heaving chest. She was scared. He allowed the idea to sink in and found the concept painfully arousing as well as…troubling.
She bit the corner of her lip then smiled a little. “You look cute with that on sweetie.”
More small talk. Intimate talk. He retrieved the gag on the table.
“Oh, what’s that?”
He slipped the harness around her head. “Open your mouth.”
“My mouth?”
He stared at her, knowing she was stalling. “Yes. Your mouth.”
She lowered her eyes to it, making them nearly cross. “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you sterilized this stuff.”
Daniel resisted a frustrated sigh. She was so far from victim it was damn near funny. “Open.”
She opened her mouth barely.
“More Sofia.”
When she did, he embedded it between her lips and secured the strap tight. He took her hands and raised them above her head and secured them into the single strap attached the top of the chair. He slid his fingers slowly along her arms, captivated by the soft glow of skin. Milky white. Innocent. Pure.
His to dominate.
His to break.
He reached for the knife on the table and when he placed the point at her chest, she squealed a little and looked down. He watched her face and when she met his gaze, there was no fear.
She stared at him, a clear challenge slowly settling on her delicate features. Go on…do it. I trust you. That’s what her steady gaze said.
He dipped the knife into the edge of her shirt top and used the surgical blade to slice through the material. When she laid there in only a red lace bra, he slowly slid the tip of the knife over her fabric covered nipples, watching her breaths become shallow as the peaks hardened. He finally slid the tip of the blade between the center of the bra, and one pull freed her cute tits.
He angled his head and admired them, dragging the flat side of the cool blade over her erect flesh, making her back arch for more. Daniel dragged the blade down the center of her abs to her panties. Two more precise flicks of his knife and her panties fell away. He returned the tool to the table and lifted her left ankle up and secured it in the hanging strap then did the same to the right. Her final position was legs straight up and closed. He liked her unable to open wide.
He stood with her legs before him, staring down at what her sex looked like in that position. It pushed out, plump and beautiful. He wanted to touch. That was a good sign. He usually never wanted to touch women with his fingers. Sofia had always been that constant exception. Even now.
He stroked over her swollen folds and let his finger dip in slightly, enough to wet her all the way to her perfectly puckered ass. Mmm. He would fuck her there finally.
She squealed. It was an excited sound.
He paused as conflicting emotions filled him. She was doing this because she was convinced she loved him. Nobody had ever done anything remotely close to that and he wasn’t sure what to think and feel. But she wanted to see the monster. And he knew it was there, just not used to this ingredient. The Sofia ingredient. How many times had he fantasized about doing this to her? He’d lost track. But every time, it’d felt so wrong and good.
He was suddenly overcome with the urge to devour her. He moved till he stood next to her head and lowered, kissing gently along her jaw, trailing his hand to her throat. When his fingers reached her pulse, his excitement roiled at feeling it race hard. He placed his palm on the warm column and slowly let his fingers close around it. Feeling her life in the palm of his hand...what a fucking rush.
He gave an experimental squeeze that gradually increased in pressure. She didn’t fight him, and only allowed a slight whimper toward the end. He pulled his face up enough to look into her eyes. So scared and yet…so damn willing.
Instead of strangling her to the point of near unconsciousness, he released her neck and settled his hand over her right breast, kneading softly at first before gripping her firm flesh tight. He closed his eyes, feeling that buried sadism encase his limbs in its hot hands. Sofia’s breathing had become labored and she gave a sharp squeal when he pinched her nipple too hard.
Daniel immediately lowered and took the nipple into his mouth, remorsefully lathing his tongue over it. He couldn’t stop himself; his need to pleasure and soothe was as great as his need to torment and hurt her. When she whimpered and pushed her breast into his mouth, his need to bring pain returned and he moved to the soft mound and bit.
She yelped, and again he couldn’t stop from lavishing the area with tender affection. Daniel became lost in the hurt and soothe cycle, biting with his fingers and teeth, on her neck, shoulder, thighs, before soothing her.
Wanting to have both at the same time, he slid his finger inside her while administering his cruelty all over her flesh with his mouth. The mixture of her yes yes moans and stifled cries or worry and pain, intoxicated him. How would he last for a two hour session of this torment without mounting her like prey and fucking her hard with his fingers biting down on her throat?
Daniel growled with need before grabbing the tube of lubrication. Loading his middle finger, he worked it over her tight ass, giving teasing probes, enough to let her know what he intended. She liked that. His need to pleasure her raged against his need to hurt until his hand trembled. He dug his nails into her butt cheek while keeping his touch on her opening, delicate. Her hips squirmed and her cries grew more desperate as he carefully worked his finger inside her ass. When it was buried, he groaned at how tight she was, how her muscles contracted possessively. He held it still and reached for the lifelike vibrating dildo. He slid the tip between her plump folds and used her juices to wet it. Daniel was so near breaking point he couldn’t even speak. He worked the cock up and down her folds, paying attention to her clit then sliding it inside her. After he had the entire thing coated with her juice, he withdrew it, along with the finger in her ass, then shoved both back home, deep.
She cried out around the gag and Daniel growled back his orgasm that rushed forward. “Ffffuck.” He flipped down a pew style kneeler at the front of the chair and knelt on it. He leaned and jabbed his tongue between her folds, licking her clit with a barbaric hunger. Rotating between flicking and nibbling at her full petals, he clenched his eyes shut to create a coordinating rhythm between his two hands, starting slow then building speed.
A minute into it and his pace reached a care
ful vigor. Daniels’ groans had turned to constant animalistic growls at hearing her high pitched cries around the gag while her body squirmed in the restraints. He licked her clit with a hot fervor, driven for her immediate and hard orgasm.
Hard and first orgasm.
A series of fluttering contractions squeezed his finger just before a long cry ushered in her violent end. Daniel became relentless, pressing his mouth hard onto her pussy and sucking on her clit, ratcheting up the explosion that shook her limbs. The sounds and feel of her release were pure ecstasy for him.
He finally slowed and removed the dildo, needing to taste. With an insatiable craving, he lapped up her juices then carefully removed his finger from her and administered soothing soft circles there, hoping he hadn’t hurt her. He ended with nibbling her soft ass, anticipating what he wanted next.
He took off his briefs and climbed up on the table to straddle her chest. He rubbed the head of his cock over her nipples, wetting them. He removed her gag and rubbed the head over her lips. She leaned up and opened her mouth eagerly. Her tongue lashed on the head like a whip of fire and Daniel wrapped both arms in the chains hanging just above him, throwing his head back at the intensity. He looked down at her and pushed his cock deep into her mouth until her brows furrowed. When he felt the back of her throat, he gave several pumps, loving the feel of her grunts, loving that it was difficult for her, loving the way her nostrils fluttered in her efforts to take all of him.
Daniel positioned his legs so that he was nearly prostrate, holding his hips above her. He wanted to pump his cock into her mouth just like he would her pussy.
He thrust his hips, growling when her teeth scraped his cock. He watched her face for those signs of distress as his head hit the back of her throat. But she took him like he were feeding a desperate longing in her. The idea that she wanted him this way triggered his orgasm. He couldn’t stop it, fuck it wasn’t supposed to happen so soon. He barely had the sense to pull out of her mouth before his come shot down her throat, not something he got off on. But the way she leaned for his seed, it was like that’s exactly what she wanted. His orgasm was so mind blowing he really wasn’t sure where the damn mess went, but judging by her moans, it was right where she wanted it.
