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

by Tara Crescent

  “What?” Both men had said it in unison as all attention was back on her.

  “PLEASE!” She cried out her need to everyone in the room, and once again Paul looked between her and Benji, gritted his teeth and nodded his assent.

  The next hour was a blur for Margaret. Her wrists had been bound together with the soft rope, a length of which was secured to a bolt in the ceiling so that her arms were tightly raised above her head, while her feet remained unbound on the floor. The guys had cropped her, caned her, and covered her in excessive amounts of wax. Black, red, green and yellow almost completely covered her breasts and nipples - each new pour heating up the wax already collected causing her breasts to light up each time in pain. Wax was poured down the length of her arms, elbow to armpit, until she was whimpering and crying openly. The angle was difficult, but Paul managed to fling wax up onto her exposed and soaking pussy while Cliff and Benji held her legs open and wide, supporting them over their strong arms. Martin poured wax that had collected around the wick of a large pillar candle directly over her erect and exposed clitoris until she thought she might pass out from the pain. Once it had hardened snuggly around the sensitive nub, they’d turned her over and he repeated the same action down the crack of her ass while Paul held her cheeks open.

  When they were satisfied, the men took turns using the wooden spoons or belts to knock the wax off. Paul reserved her cunt and clit for himself, slapping the leather repeatedly until the wax fell off, revealing red, engorged flesh which he then used his tongue on until she orgasmed painfully against his mouth.

  Margaret had passed to another plane by this time, the pain and humiliation saturating her core as her orgasms blended from one to the next. They’d fucked her mouth, ass, and cunt multiple times. Cum covered her face, hair, and body. She’d tasted them all, and mild nausea resonated from the amount that she’d consumed.

  At one point they had her bent over the drafting table, her white knuckles gripping the edge in front of her, while Paul shot cum deep up her ass. As soon as he pulled out, Martin shoved a beer bottle deep inside, open end first, and the men watched as cum slowly pooled inside. When they were satisfied as much could be collected as possible, he’d taken it out, stood her up, and poured it over her head. Margaret remembered the feel of the hot fluid as it coated her hair and dripped down her forehead. She’d felt complete. She’d felt alive.

  Towards the end of the night, though, she recalled being held down with Benji on top of her, fucking her cunt slowly, but with a force that left no question that he was invading her… violating her… when their eyes had connected. In that millisecond, they’d recognized each other with a clarity that had surprised them both, not as classmates, but for who they were - a sadist and a masochist - perfectly matched for the other.

  “I knew…,” she’d whispered up to him. “I knew it was in you.”

  She’d never forgotten that moment over the years, and as she snuggled into her beanbag Margaret knew what she had to do. She needed to avoid Dr. Ben Lewis as much as possible.

  Margaret had hoped that with her move to Portland she could redirect some of her sexual energy in another way. It’s not that she had regrets about her erotic preferences, about her masochism, but it had ruined what had once been a happy, if not satisfying, relationship along with threatening to invade her professional life. She knew that if young Benji could affect her the way that he had in one night, then Ben had the potential to wreck her if she let him.

  Ben opened his eyes - his hand resting in his lap, cradling the empty tumbler. Checking his phone, he saw that it was just past two in the morning. Leaving the glass in the kitchen, he all but sleep walked to the bathroom, relieved himself and brushed his teeth, then collapsed naked onto his bed. He’d just closed his eyes when one final memory that refused to be forgotten ignited - Margaret below him, restrained by the other guys who were shouting derogatory names at her, although she appeared to be oblivious to them. He was fucking her - hell, he’d wanted to crawl inside and claim her - hazel eyes had shined up at him, the gold flecks sparkling. He saw something in those eyes that he couldn’t put to words. Bliss? Nirvana? In all of the years since that night he’d looked into partner’s eyes - searching for that same look but he’d yet to find it again. It was a look of acceptance, of complete peace with who and what she was, and when she had whispered that it was in him too, he’d exploded into her - claiming her as his - if just for a moment.

  Chapter Five

  How could such a big hospital, suddenly feel so small?

  Ben had reasoned that working with Margaret would be a non-issue since they practiced in different departments, but he saw her a surprising amount. He’d finally stopped thinking of her as Miggie after seeing her name and credentials heralded throughout the hospital for the past three weeks.

  He’d seen her in the hallway laughing with colleagues, buying lunch at food carts, and once almost crashed into her as she was exiting a ladies room. Each time they would nod to one another, or even offer a ‘hello’, but Ben knew it was best to move along. She, too, seemed disinclined to reminisce about the ‘old days’ with him.

  He knew nothing about her at this point in her life.

  Except that you know she’s not wearing a ring. For all you know, she was nothing like she was back in college. Perhaps that had been a phase for her… perhaps she’s committed to someone. Besides, what does it matter if she has a boyfriend, or a husband - you have Sarah, and Sarah is fucking great. Was he trying to convince himself?

  When Ben was with Sarah, thoughts of Margaret hardly ever entered his mind, which was likely why he’d sought her out more since Margaret’s arrival. He surprised her with a weekend in Hood River, as a congratulations for landing the new account. For her pleasure, he’d taken control for the entire time they were there, even insisting she call him ‘sir', which usually held no interest for him. He’d bound her helpless, alternating between forced or denied orgasms until the bed was drenched in both sweat and her juices, then claimed every hole her lovely body had to offer. Despite his usual lack of interest in full-time domination, the weekend had been as enjoyable for him as it had been for her.

  It was only two days later that he’d entered the monthly meeting for the heads of all of the surgery departments, a few minutes late due to needing to counsel an over-anxious resident. His eye caught sight of the one remaining chair at the long table, but stopped short when he noticed it was directly next to Margaret. The hospital chief of staff encouraged him to sit quickly, introducing him to her as he sat down. Neither of them corrected that they’d already met.

  She looked at him, as if to say something, but was interrupted when the meeting resumed, shifting her attention back to the head of the table. Ben was left staring at her angled profile, and upswept hair. Still the burnt rust he remembered, but he noticed some copper highlights too. He wondered if the Austin sun had given her the accents, and whether they’d fade through the Portland winter. He tried as best as he could to focus on the meeting, but found it difficult with her long, exposed neck right in front of him.

  Just beautiful.

  Ben imagined all he would have to do was lean forward, just a little, to kiss the soft skin behind her ear… to run his tongue towards her shoulder… to bite down and feel her flesh yield to him.

  Fuck.

  He watched her shift in her chair, which brought his attention to her body. Like him, she was wearing the standard grey hospital scrubs. Ben squinted, as if in doing so he’d be able to see through thick, shapeless cotton. Her frame was the same as it had been in college, lean but not overly thin. Her biceps were defined, but remained feminine. Her arms were crossed in front of her as she sat, obscuring her breasts from his view, but that didn’t stop him from remembering how they’d appeared covered in wax, or how she’d reacted when his teeth bit into her rigid nipple.

  Lost to his thoughts, Ben could almost hear her screams and cries, barely muffled by the loud music. He could taste the pussy juice th
at had coated her inner thigh as he licked and sucked his way up towards her cunt. He could feel her tongue, just as Paul had suggested, as it played around his own tight ring.

  Ben’s sharp intake of breath, as he realized he was sitting in a room full of his friends and colleagues with a raging hard-on, caused Margaret to stiffen in her chair. He watched as she crossed, then re-crossed her legs in quick succession, as if she couldn’t quite get settled. He knew damn well that he wasn’t comfortable, and wouldn’t be until he jerked himself off.

  He almost groaned aloud at the thought that she was responding to his presence as much as he was to hers. He looked at his phone - it had only been twenty minutes since he’d walked in the room. There was no way he’d last for another forty.

  Excusing himself, Ben waved his cellphone in front of him, as if he had a call it was imperative to take, and hustled from the boardroom back to his office before anyone could notice the obscene tenting between his legs. Once in his locked office, he released the ties that held his scrubs up, pulled his cock from his boxers, and stroked himself rapidly to the image of Margaret, not Miggie, staring up at him as his hand closed over her neck. His cum exploded from his cock in thick spurts that landed on his scrub top and hand.

  What are you, a fucking school kid who can’t control his hard-ons in class?

  Ben shook his head in disbelief, changed his scrubs, then sat down on his desk chair. He needed to talk to her. Obviously avoiding Margaret hadn’t helped to dispel his lust, but maybe talking to her again would. If he could relate to her on other levels, professional ones, then perhaps over time his memories of that night would fade.

  As it would happen, he didn’t have to avoid her. Fate seemed to keep Margaret just out of his sight for the next few months except for the monthly meetings. During those meetings, his lust for Margaret was as strong as ever, but a growing respect for her intelligence and her stubbornness in the face of bureaucracy began to develop. One of the other doctors picked up that they’d gone to Maryland together, and they admitted that they had shared one or two classes. Ben was convinced he’d seen a slight blush on her face during the exchange, and just the thought that maybe she had been recalling that night had him back in his office jerking off once again.

  Was it her proximity? Was it just his true nature coming out? Ben wasn’t sure, but he did know that as much as he loved Sarah, he was becoming less satisfied with their time together. It wasn’t just in the bedroom either. He found himself almost goading her into arguments, just to see a rise in her. She was always so even, sweet, and agreeable - her yoga and meditation seemed to keep her in a constant placid state. He felt like a shit, which didn’t sit well.

  Sitting across from her, out for dinner, he looked at Sarah as she was eating - confident, sexy, and aware of her own beauty while never relying on it. She was as comfortable in a boardroom as she was in a dive-bar or a tent deep in the woods. As he watched her, he had a thought.

  “Sarah, It’s been a while since we’ve discussed your limits.”

  She paused in her chewing, looking up at him with curiosity in her eyes. Finishing her bite, she put her fork down and looked at him with a little worry in her eyes.

  “I suppose it has. You’ve never really pushed them - I’ve almost forgotten what they are.” Smiling, she added, “Did you have something in mind for tonight?”

  “Well, yes… but not just tonight necessarily.”

  A brief furrow appeared at her brow but quickly corrected.

  Ben almost regretted bringing it up - he didn’t want to make her doubt herself, but decided to continue.

  “Our sex is extraordinary, Sarah. You drive me absolutely wild… and I know that you’ve already pushed yourself for me.”

  They both knew what he was talking about. When they met, she’d had hard limits on anal sex, rimming - both giving and receiving, and canes. Over the years she’d yielded on all three, and while she now enjoyed anal sex almost as much as when he fucked her pussy, the latter two were still difficult for Sarah.

  That said, Ben had made many accommodations for her too, and he knew that Sarah was grateful for the domination and control he exerted in her life. He didn’t mind doing it at all, knowing the pleasure and security she received from it, although he wasn’t sure if it was something he could sustain over a lifetime.

  “Let me start by asking, are you familiar with ‘Hume’s Puzzle’?

  Sarah smiled and shook her head. Ben recognized that he could be a bit of a book worm, especially when it came to obscure philosophical theories that he would keep Sarah up all night trying to explain. Apparently she saw what was coming.

  “I’ll take that as a ‘No Ben, I’m not, but would love to hear all about it’.”

  Sarah laughed. “Of course! That’s exactly what I was going to say.”

  “Okay, then. Hume’s puzzle questions why we seek out negative emotions or arousal. Most would agree that fear, sadness, and pain are negative emotions or states - so why do we seek them out? Why do we watch horror movies, or read tear-jerker books? Why do we bungee-jump or swim with sharks? There have been a few theories postulated, but not one that anyone can quite agree on.”

  “One early theory suggested that we seek out these controlled experiences so that we’ll be more able to cope with true negative events in our future. Another theorizes that to return itself to equilibrium, the body rapidly produces positive arousal in response to a primary negative event, whether it be physical or emotional. Lastly, is the consideration that we are capable of forming multiple emotional responses to one stimuli, but in the end one of those will grow to dominate the other.”

  Sarah raised her eyebrows in question.

  “…and all this means?”

  “Pain, Sarah. Pain. I’m trying to understand why some people seek out pain, and how it brings them to such states of euphoria. It’s more than endorphins - there are incredible emotions involved. I’ve seen it… I’ve caused it. It’s a powerful experience to share. What we have is good, but I think we could have more.”

  He studied her, hoping she understood.

  Sarah bit her lip for a moment, considering her answer.

  In a soft voice, she finally replied, “But I do take pain for you, Ben. I feel the pain you want me to feel… I accept it, and I love it, because I’m doing it for you.”

  Ben reached over the table and took her hand.

  “But have you ever truly allowed yourself to enjoy it - to focus on the bite of the clamp, absorbing every sensation it delivers - or do you bear with it?”

  Sarah’s expression turned forlorn, but her voice became stronger.

  “I’m not a masochist, Ben.”

  Ben ran a hand through his hair, a slight grimace on his face.

  “No, you’re not. I’m sorry. This isn’t quite fair to you.”

  This time it was Sarah who took Ben’s hand.

  “I can try, though. I hear what you’re saying - that if I open myself to the pain more, it’ll enhance our experience together.” She paused, then added, “Is that why you brought up limits before?”

  “Yes.”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “I just want to dig a little deeper… mark your skin up a bit more. I’d love to put a zipper on you.”

  “You know those pegs scare me. I can barely handle more than a handful.”

  “I know.”

  Images of rows and rows of wooden pegs pinching Sarah’s flesh sent heat searing through him, making his cock harden - a single black cord connecting them all - then the sound of her screams as he pulled them off.

  Despite her trepidation, he continued.

  “What are your thoughts these days about name-calling?”

  Sarah took a sip of her wine and looked at him thoughtfully.

  “I feel the same as I did before. It would make me feel degraded.”

  “…and that’s a bad thing.”

  “Yes. For me, it is.”

  They both grew quiet as the
waiter brought their bill to the table. Ben finished off his beer, then gave her a warm smile.

  “It’s okay, Sarah. No name calling… and we’ll start slow with the clips.”

  Sarah looked genuinely relieved.

  “Thank you, sweetie. You know I want to please you… to be your good girl.”

  Ben blinked hard as he hid his distaste for that term. He didn’t want a girl - he wanted a strong woman - and he most certainly didn’t want her to be good.

  “I know, sweetheart. You are.”

  If it wasn’t for those goddamn meetings.

  Margaret was getting edgy, actually downright agitated. She hadn’t had sex with a living cock since arriving in Portland over three months ago, and working in a hospital with Ben Lewis wasn’t helping.

  She loved her new city and all it had to offer, having joined a bouldering gym and book club with some of her nurses, along with taking day trips to the mountains and coast. It had the same rich art, music, and food scene that Austin had, but she loved the Northwest beauty even more. The problem was, she missed sex - rough, hot, brutal sex.

  It wasn’t that she was trying to avoid Ben outright, but she did find herself making a few inconvenient detours when she saw him approaching. It was impossible though, during their monthly department meetings to ignore his presence. She knew he watched her - could feel him watching her - causing Margaret’s body to hum with pleasure. She wondered if he thought of that night as his eyes bore into her. He’d been so callous. So hard. He’d known exactly what she needed.

  As she used vibrators, plugs and clamps on herself, her fantasies increasingly revolved around that night, but when she would come, it was always his image above her, as he was today. Margaret imagined his hand over her neck, not crushing it but showing that he could - she could almost hear the string of filthy, derogatory words that he would whisper cruelly into her ear as he thrust aggressively into her. In the past, her orgasms would to lead to deep dreamless nights, but more and more they only left her feeling unsettled and wanting more.