The Darker Side of Love (A Dark Erotica Boxed Set)

by Tara Crescent

  “Then what am I going to do?”

  “You are going to have some fun with my creamy tits,” I whispered, my cheeks hot with embarrassment. I couldn’t forget that the Watcher’s keen gaze was taking all of this in. He could see my humiliation and my arousal.

  “Titties,” Adam smirked. He came up behind me and put his arms around my chest, palming my breasts in his hands. He set the flesh jiggling. “Nice weight,” he remarked to the Watcher. “Ask me to punish your titties, Kelly.”

  He was going to push all my buttons. He’d noticed my discomfort with calling them tits, and he was going to chip away at that, bit by bit.

  I could have asked him to stop. But staying in my zone of comfort wasn’t what I wanted to do. “Punish my titties Sir,” I said quietly, pushing aside my mortification.

  “Well then, Kelly,” he drawled, “push them out for me. I’d like you to cup them and hold them out while I hurt them.” He walked away, not waiting to confirm my obedience. I obeyed anyway. My palms slid under my breasts, fingers curled up the sides and I squeezed them slightly so that they’d jut out.

  I was very aware of the fact that the Watcher sat on a chair somewhere in front of me and without Adam in the way, it looked like I was offering the Watcher my breasts to punish. Would he punish me? I imagined the sound of the chair scraping back as the Watcher rose towards me. I fantasized about the gleam in those emerald eyes as he’d rub a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then his fingers would close cruelly around my orbs until they left marks. He’d order me to beg him to continue to hurt me and I would. The tears would trickle down my cheeks as my entire body ached from the pain in my breasts, but my voice would be compliant as I pleaded for more punishment.

  Footsteps moved in front of me, but it wasn’t the Watcher who was still sitting on his chair in the half-light. This was Adam and he held a leather paddle in his hand. He eyed me for a few seconds, before seemingly reaching a decision. “Although this is a lovely pose, link your hands behind your back.”

  I did as he ordered.

  “Remember,” he said. “If you need this to stop, all you have to do is ask.” And with those words echoing in my ear, the paddle swung down on my defenceless breasts.

  Three quick strokes on each breast, and they flushed in response. I yelped and danced where I stood, but even though pain wound through me, I didn’t utter the words that would cause the scene to stop.

  I didn’t ask for mercy because I didn’t want any. Along with the pain winding through me at each contact of the paddle against my skin came desire, fierce and forbidden. When Adam’s fingers gestured to my legs, ordering them spread wide, my panties drenched as a surge of pleasure pulsed through my body. When he turned to the Watcher and crudely asked him if he could smell my juicy cunt where he sat, my knees almost buckled in arousal. When he peeled off my panties, made me open my mouth and gagged me with them, making me taste myself on the scrap of lace, I moaned out aloud.

  Each act made me walk further and further down a path, but my destination was still unknown.

  Every single time the paddle slapped against my breasts, I cried out. I watched my skin turn pink, then an angry shade of red.

  I felt the Watcher’s eyes on my face. His gaze never wavered. His green eyes seemed to read into my soul and I was defenceless, unable to shield myself from his examination. Adam’s fingers wound through my hair, pulling it back, forcing my eyes to meet the Watcher’s and a renewed wave of lust swept over me.

  “Beg,” Adam hissed in my ear. “Beg for more.” His fingers pulled the panties out of my mouth and a thin stream of drool trickled to the floor. His grip tightened painfully in my hair. “You dirty slut. Drooling on the floor like a filthy pig.”

  Fuck. The words he was speaking, those harsh, demeaning words, should have caused me to yell at him to stop. I should have stormed out of there. I should have made Miles take me home immediately and I should have never ever come back. Instead, I dropped my gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry Sir,” I whispered my apology.

  “You should be.” His hand made stinging contact with my ass. “Did I not tell you to beg, slut?”

  “Please, please punish my titties some more, Sir.”

  In response, the paddle tapped at the fleshy underside of my breasts. The sound of the slaps, sharp and distinct, filled the quiet room.

  Through all of this, the Watcher stayed silent. Neither of us spoke the words that would end this.

  The top keeps spinning.

  An especially hard smack, right on the tip of my nipple had me yelping and twisting away from Adam. His eyes immediately swung to my face. When the word stop didn’t escape my lips, his gaze hardened. “What did you just do, Kelly?” His voice was low and dangerous.

  I felt a pair of green eyes watching my degradation.

  “I moved, Sir.”

  Thwack. The paddle came down, hard, on the same exact spot, and pain engulfed me. It took a few seconds for my head to clear. And still, I didn’t say No and the Watcher stayed mute as well.

  “And what do you say?” Adam growled.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” Thwack. The same exact stroke at the same exact spot for the third time. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out aloud but his mouth bent down over that nipple, and he sucked it into his mouth to ease the painful stinging.

  My fingers dug into my palms. So much pain, contrasted with so much pleasure. The warm, flat feel of his tongue flicking at my hard nub. The dull, throbbing ache in my breasts. The clenching sensation in my pussy.

  This was overwhelming and it was intense, and it was my first lesson. I shivered. Suddenly my dark desires seemed very tame and I had the feeling that I was entirely out of my depth. I felt the Watcher’s eyes on me; I imagined that I saw a trace of mockery in them.

  No.

  I wasn’t going to run away. I was going to stay and face this, head on. I wasn’t going to let anyone convince me otherwise. This singular intensity was exactly what I needed.

  Adam’s hot mouth ceased its exploration of my areola and he walked away. “Look straight ahead,” he ordered over his shoulder.

  I gazed into the darkness. What was he thinking, the Watcher? Was his dick hard? Was he touching himself as he saw me teeter between pleasure and pain? Did he want to fist his cock in his hands and pump up and down on his steel shaft? Did he want to click his fingers so I would fall to my knees and crawl to him, looking for permission to lower my mouth on his length?

  Did I want to do these things? In that moment I could have been given almost any order and I would have obeyed. My emotions were tangled and I didn’t know which was up and which way was down.

  Adam returned with a pair of nipple clamps with a chain connecting them. “Beg,” he snapped again. At each stage it seemed that I was to plead so he would continue.

  “Please Sir, would you punish me some more?” I asked him, though the words almost stuck in my throat.

  “Punish what, Kelly?” His smile said that he knew exactly how much difficulty I was having articulating what I wanted.

  “Punish my titties,” I said, my face flaming.

  “Punish these pretty red titties, you mean?” he asked me. “Why yes, I suppose I can do that.” His fingers tweaked both nipples into erect nubs, then the clamps bit down on my tender skin. I yelped, and it took every bit of willpower not to dance away. Involuntary tears rose in my eyes, but I blinked them away fiercely. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want Adam to stop and I didn’t want the Watcher to intervene. I wanted to be pushed. I wanted more.

  Adam’s fingers tugged at the chain that connected the clamps and I moaned out aloud as my nipples stretched painfully to accommodate his desire. “Hush,” he said disapprovingly. “Not a quiet one,” he said to the Watcher. “Sometimes you like them noisy, but this one just seems to be squealing all the fucking time.”

  My chest heaved in anger as I almost opened my mouth to tell him exactly where he could put it. But then I caught the Watcher’s amused gaze
and my mouth closed. This was a game and my limits were being tested. And I wasn’t at breaking point; I wasn’t even close to it.

  Yet I shivered again and Adam noticed. “Cold?” He sounded amused. “Let’s warm you up, Kelly.”

  Somehow, I doubted that I was going to be draped with a blanket and my suspicion was confirmed when the lights came on in a different part of the large room. Adam buckled a thick leather collar around my neck and clipped a leash to the D-ring dangling from the front. “Heel,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “Get down on all fours.”

  I kept my eyes on the floor as I crawled after Adam. My body was covered in goose bumps, and arousal was dancing in my veins. And I was very aware of the Watcher’s amused gaze as I was led like a pet to a different portion of the room, where a small pew-like table awaited me.

  “Kneel on the mat,” Adam said, gesturing to a square of black carpet in front of the table. He bent down and kicked my legs open wider, until they gaped open and my ankles nudged against the front legs of the table. My arms were pulled straight out behind me and my fingers curled around the pew. “Keep them there,” I was told, and I nodded my acquiescence.

  “Now, you were cold, weren’t you?” There was a trace of sympathy in Adam’s voice, but I didn’t trust the sentiment one little bit. I hoped he wasn’t going to turn nice on me. I didn’t want nice. I wanted dangerous and painful, hard and rough and just shy of terrifying.

  He appeared with a thick pillar candle which he set beneath my splayed-open pussy. “This should warm you up.” His thumb flicked a cigarette lighter and a sliver of flame jumped up in response.

  My gaze couldn’t tear away from that little tear-shaped drop of fire as it touched the wick of the candle and flared to life. He snapped his fingers and my eyes flew to his face. “Tell me if it gets too hot,” he instructed.

  Ah, the safety reminder. With an open flame dancing under my pussy, I was grateful that he was being careful.

  Still, my Watcher didn’t speak and he didn’t protest. He didn’t call the proceedings to a halt. I could see him better from this position. His gaze was attentive, but emotionless, and my heart sank a little before I caught myself. Stay in the moment, Kelly, I scolded myself.

  Adam was sliding a leather glove over his right hand. I saw metal tips glint in the light as he smoothed them over his fingers. “See these?” he came over to me, positioning himself so I couldn’t see my Watcher.

  I saw that the surface of the gloves were etched with tiny metal spikes. They didn’t look sharp enough to tear my flesh, but there was no doubt I’d feel them against my skin. I gave him the tiniest of nods. He knelt next to me. “This is going to be an exercise in obedience Kelly,” he said into my ear. “Let’s start with the first rule. Stay still.”

  His gloved hand ran over my tender breasts, cupping them and caressing them, while his fingers set the chain between my nipples swinging. A storm of sensation assailed me. The prickling of the glove on skin already made sensitive by the paddle; the aching tug of the chain on my nipples as it swung back and forth; the heat of the candle’s flames warming a different part of my exposed pussy as I squirmed under his ministrations.

  Smack. His left hand swatted my ass hard. “Stay still.”

  My gaze flew to the Watcher who once again didn’t interject on my behalf. This time though, his eyes glittered with an emotion I couldn’t quite make out. Arousal? Amusement? Something else? I wished he was closer; I wished I could read his thoughts. It was frustrating having him watch in silence.

  Adam’s fingers snapped in my face. “With molten wax between your legs, and clamps at your nipples, I would have thought you wouldn’t need convincing to pay attention slut,” he said icily. “But perhaps I’ll have to teach you this lesson in a different way.”

  His gloved hand hovered over the flame and I winced, knowing that he was heating each and every metal spike. Sure enough, when the glove closed over my mound cruelly, I danced and squirmed and threw my head back and whimpered as hot metal pressed into my bare pussy. “I’m sorry Sir,” I gasped out as the chain connecting my nipples was tugged at the same time, elongating my nipples painfully.

  At any time, I could have said Stop. Or No. Adam would stop instantly. In the extremely unlikely scenario that he didn’t, my Watcher was there for my safety and I had no doubt that somewhere on the premises of this castle, there was a control room where this scene was being monitored as well.

  No one would take safety lightly.

  But I was the linchpin of the entire process. I had to feel threatened. I had to feel unsafe. I had to reach my limits.

  The glove drew back to smack my pussy. I watched it. Time had slowed down in that room. My awareness had tunnelled. At the forefront were the feelings that the man with the leather glove was causing in my body, but in the innermost sanctum of my mind, there was room only for the Watcher.

  There was more. There was punishment when I flinched away from the glove. The flickering candle made me stay still. Once, I’d squirmed a bit too close to the open flame and the shock of heat against my skin reminded me to remain aware of it. I hadn’t burned myself though — Adam checked and I imagined that I even heard the chair scrape against the stone of the floor as the Watcher moved in concern. Or maybe I was just being fanciful.

  At that point I was floating. A jumble of disparate images flashed in front of me. Adam with a paddle in his hands. The clamps being eased off my nipples leaving searing pain in their wake. The green eyes of the Watcher. The dripping red wax, causing me to groan as molten heat splashed on my skin, each drop a concentrated pinpoint of extremely painful pleasure. The tails of a flogger being dragged over the curve of my ass. A powerful vibrator buzzing against my core and scratchy, fist-clenching lust running through me. The way the Watcher’s fingers gripped the arms of the chair.

  I exploded as the vibrator and the flogger and the candle wax all worked their magic. My skin was drenched in sweat and I shivered uncontrollably, but it wasn’t over. Again, the vibrator pressed against my clitoris drawing out another climax from me. I shuddered through that orgasm and through another one. It was only when he showed no sign of ceasing, when I’d come more times than I could count that I groaned ‘stop, please.’

  The top stops spinning.

  Adam folded me into his arms. He wrapped a blanket around me and positioned me on his lap. I leaned against his shoulder, naked and sated, until my emotions levelled off.

  If there was a portion of me that wished that it was the Watcher’s arms I was engulfed in, I buried that portion into a crevice much, much deeper than any today’s session had reached.

  Chapter 6

  Sunlight was streaming into the room when I woke up.

  I looked around at my surroundings. I was in a large, comfortable hotel bedroom. The decor was modern yet luxurious. My palms caressed the sheets over me. One hundred percent cotton and insanely high thread count. I was among billionaires after all.

  Apart from the king-size bed, there was a small sitting area in the room with a couple of loveseats arranged in an L-shaped configuration. There were three doors as well. One of them had to be the door to the hotel corridor and I speculated that the other led to the bathroom.

  Which left the third, which seemed to be a connecting door between my room and another room. Miles St. Clair's room no doubt.

  I got up and inched towards that door, pressing my ear against the wood. Was he awake? As I listened I tried to suppress the trickle of irritation that ran through me. I knew I’d come with Miles; I knew he had vouchsafed for me at the club, but we weren’t together. Surely I should have been consulted before he’d been given access to my room.

  Straightening my shoulders, I turned the handle to go through only to find the door locked on my side. My anger evaporated as quickly as it had sprung.

  Oh, who was I kidding? My outrage had everything to do with my genuine confusion about Miles and nothing to do with being placed in adjoining rooms. It had been easy to d
ismiss him as hopelessly bland, but here at Club Phoenix I had definite proof that he was anything but.

  I couldn’t stop remembering the way his gaze had lingered on me. About the way I’d felt nestled in his arms when he’d eventually carried me to a bed last night and pulled the covers over my body.

  What would happen, I wondered, if I unlocked my door and pushed it open? It was quite early and I couldn’t hear any signs of him moving around in his room. Perhaps he’d be in the shower. Perhaps I’d surprise him.

  Those green eyes would darken with passion at the sight of my naked body. He would gesture to me and I’d join him. Water would sluice down both our bodies and drops would cling to his hard muscles. My gaze would fall to his dick and he’d smile at my obvious need. His hand would curve around the back of my neck and he’d push me to my knees.

  My mouth would fall open and I’d suck him off, but he wouldn’t let me come. My body would ache in need and he’d look at me. “Is this what you want? To be left unfulfilled? To be used as I see fit?” He’d push me against the cold tile wall. One hand would close around my throat. He’d shove two fingers harshly into my cunt and I’d whimper in helpless lust as his fingers thrust in and out of me.

  My cunt would ache to be filled but my body would also thrill to be used merely for his pleasure, as a receptacle for him and nothing more. “I don’t know what I want,” I’d tell him. It would be a lie. I’d want everything.

  “Ask for what you want,” he’d command, seeing through my subterfuge.

  “I want you to take me hard,” I’d whisper. Outside the castle I wouldn’t dream of uttering those words to Miles. But inside the castle we were two different people and the normal rules didn’t apply in this place.

  He’d pull out his fingers and he’d lift me up and drop me back down on his cock. With each thrust, I’d be slammed against the shower tiles. My body would ache but I’d want it to hurt. I would embrace the pain.

  Pull your head out of your ass Kelly, I whispered to myself harshly. I had a hundred reasons why my fantasy had to remain just that. My mother didn’t remember my name. She didn’t remember who I was; she didn’t even remember my existence. I had no desire to pass on that kind of pain to anyone.