by Aubrey Dark
“A shadow?”
“I wanted something… darker. I tried not to want it. But I didn’t know how to get rid of that shadow. I couldn’t. And when you came along, I knew what it was that I’d been waiting for. Does that make any sense?”
I was hoping for any sort of reassurance. Vale’s face was serious as he thought about what I’d said.
“I think we all have that. The shadow, I mean. There’s part of everyone that’s a little… darker than the rest. I know I have it, too. When I—”
He cut off mid-sentence, as though he didn’t want to speak about it. I nodded. I thought I understood what he meant. He’d done dark things, to be sure. Maybe he would tell me about them later. I hoped he would. I didn’t want him to hide anything else from me.
I heard his voice and refocused my attention.
“Jessica?”
I lifted my chin to meet his gaze. The ice-blue eyes that I had previously thought were cold had melted into gentleness. The only thing left in Vale’s face was desire.
“Just to be absolutely sure—you’re not doing this for me, are you?”
The question took me by surprise, and I laughed. With a burst of happiness, I pressed my hands on both of his cheeks.
“Oh, Vale!” I cried. “This… this is the first thing I’ve ever done for myself!”
I kissed him, and he met my desire with his own. Heat burned through my nerves as he lifted my dress over my head. The cool ocean air gave me goosebumps, but only for a moment. He kissed my shoulders, his palms warming my body as much from the inside as from without as he stroked my arms, my hips, my thighs.
He unhooked my bra, and I let it fall to the side of the deck. Letting my hips arch up, I helped him slide down my panties. They ended up in the same pile.
I was wet, so wet between my thighs. As Vale’s eyes swept down appreciatively over my body, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I reached for him to pull him to me.
“Vale,” I murmured.
“Put out your wrists,” he said. The order was firm and gentle, and I obeyed instantly. A thrill of fear mixed with my desire. I wanted this—there was nothing that I wanted more—but in that second I realized that I was giving something over completely, irrevocably. And that same thrill turned to a burning desire as he placed another kiss right in the hollow of my neck.
“Beautiful girl,” he whispered.
His hands were strong, and he moved deftly with the rope from the front of the sailboat. He looped the rope around my wrists, binding them. With each loop, he pressed alternating kisses onto my palms. I shivered, more from desire than from the chill in the air.
My heart was already pounding. The thought of losing my virginity both thrilled and scared me. And with Vale, a man who had done so much to me already? For a brief moment, I thought of turning back, saying no. He would let me go immediately, I knew.
That itself comforted me. And when Vale gave my hand a little squeeze, the rest of my fear evaporated. This was all I wanted—to give myself to him completely. He was my hero and my savior, and the man I wanted more than anything in the world.
The sun was quickly fading below the horizon and the only light left was the bright lamp hanging from the main mast of the sailboat. As Vale tied the last loop, he pushed me back against the cushion. I followed him obediently, letting his hands lead me wherever he wanted. Instead of tying me with my arms stretched out on both sides, though, my arms were bound over my head. The rope ran from above my head to the front rail of the boat. When he tugged the rope tight, my arms tensed, but only a little.
“How is that?” he asked.
“Good.” My voice was small, nervous. I knew what I wanted—at least, I thought I did—but now that it was really happening, I couldn’t believe it.
Vale slid his hands down over my naked body. Where before he had tasted my skin with his eyes, he touched me, exploring the curves of my shoulder, my elbow, the crook of my knee just above my calf.
His hand paused at the scar on my belly.
“I did it to myself,” I said. It was a confession I’d never made to anyone else, but with Vale I didn’t want to hide anything. He knew already, part of it.
“You? You did this?” He didn’t seem to believe me.
“I always tried to be so perfect,” I explained unsteadily. “Everything on the outside was perfect. I just wanted to…to mess it up somehow.”
His hand caressed my scar, and he leaned down to kiss it. His lips were hot, so hot against my skin. My body melted under his touch.
“Well, I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Sorry?”
“You didn’t mess anything up. You’re still completely perfect.”
He smiled, and a rush of relief flooded through me. Although I had been worried, I shouldn’t have been. Vale was the last man in the world who would judge me. The thought made my heart swell so big I thought it would burst from my chest.
Bending his head, Vale continued his ministrations, moving down lower… and lower.
Now that I was tied up, I could sense my whole body reacting with small shivers of anticipation. Every touch of Vale’s hand made my skin jump. The air was getting chilly, but I was burning inside.
“Jessica?”
“Take me.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed him. Vale bent down, but instead of taking off his clothes, he slid between my legs. A small cry escaped my lips as he parted my thighs with his strong hands. Oh, Lord.
He pinned down my hips against the thin padding, and let out a single breath across me. I shivered, my nerves shooting out pinpricks of desire in every direction. His mouth was only an inch away from my slick folds, only an inch away and yet it seemed so far.
I couldn’t take it, I couldn’t. I arched up, and felt his hands press harder to pin me down. My wrists tugged uselessly at the rope holding my arms taut above my head. And an agonizing bolt of desire wrenched through my body.
The sky was dark now, and when I looked over at him, the lantern shining from behind him gave him a golden halo of hair. His face was in shadow, but I could tell somehow that he was smiling.
All the fear was gone, replaced by an intense desire. I needed his touch, and a small moan left my lips as he stroked his hands around the outside of my legs, coming back to pin me again. He bent down and licked between my thighs. One slow, hard lick, enough to send a spasm running from my core down to my toes and up through my fingers.
I moaned.
“Did you enjoy that?” His voice was smiling. Every particle of my being strained forward to meet him. I needed more.
“Vale?”
“Yes?”
“Take me.”
It was an order that I knew he would disobey, and while I loved him for tantalizing me, for stretching out the pleasure, there was also a thrill that came from telling him that I was his. I needed him to take me, needed to beg him for it, and the begging was part of the pleasure.
His tongue sliced down again, this time pressing against me more firmly. I gasped, drawing a breath of salty ocean air. My head tilted back and I saw only the bright pinpoints of the stars above, emerging from the darkening sky.
“Please,” I moaned. “Oh please, please.”
“Jessica, I want you to be ready for this."
My whole body was pinned down, and as his tongue slid over me again and again, I found that he was matching the rhythm of the sea. As the ocean swelled under the boat, we rocked back and forth slightly. And with every rock, his tongue slid deeper and deeper into me.
My legs pinned together, wrapping tightly around his body, urging him to do more. I needed more—more pressure. I couldn’t bear how gentle he was.
“Now?” he asked. The question itself was a tease. I whipped my head sideways to look at him.
“I’m yours.”
It was enough. It was all that he needed. He tore the clothes from his body, and I saw him in silhouette as he undressed. His muscles were broad planes stretched taut beneath his skin
, the light shining over the crisp edges. He knelt down again between my legs, his strong thighs parting mine. I’d drawn them together, but now I unraveled easily at his touch. He could do anything to me, as long as he gave me what I was here for.
As though reading my thoughts, he smiled. I could see only the dim edge of the curve of his lips, inches away from mine. His fingers threaded through my hair, then cupped the back of my head. He lifted me up slightly, and as his lips met mine, I felt him slide into me.
It was a sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before. His cock was so thick, so hard. I hadn’t imagined the way my body would mold to him, clenching tighter as he pushed into me. For one unimaginably wonderful second, I didn’t breathe. I didn’t need to. This was all I needed—his body and mine, now together.
Then he shifted slightly, pulling out of me, and the hollow ache I felt sent a growl through my throat. I wanted to speak but couldn’t.
Don’t stop.
The insistent desire beating through my body made me arch my hips up to meet him. A sharp pain shocked me as he thrust forward, but then the pain was overshadowed by the thrills of pleasure as my body clenched around his thick cock.
“Jess—”
“Yes,” I gasped.
Yes. This was what I’d wanted. This—the tug of rope on my wrist, the pressure of his hands on my hips, and now his cock deep inside me, filling me in a way I’d never thought possible.
He rocked forward, and I shuddered. A deeper pleasure was working its way through me. It was a dark, terrible need that was only beginning to be satisfied. I felt him rock out, slick between my legs, and then thrust in deeper. I cried out, helpless beneath him to do anything but scrape the air for my next breath. The waves shattered on the side of the hull, and I gripped the rope that held my wrists together, trying not to shatter myself.
The coil inside my body tightened, tightened like a spring wound beyond its breaking point. He rocked into me and I rocked back, until we were both waves on the ocean’s surface and there was nothing between our bodies. I was his, his completely.
Most of the time when I’d touched myself, it was with my eyes closed. This time, though, I kept them open, even though it was dark outside. I wanted to see everything, remember everything. The sound of the waves under us, and the smell of salt in Vale’s hair as he buried his head into the crook of my neck. The slick friction as he thrust in slowly, then out, so gentle and yet so insistent.
Above us, the stars were pinpoints in the dark sky, and his features were in shadow, but it was him right there with me, him that I wanted.
He began to rock faster and faster, his cock impossibly hard inside of me. His rhythm arched me up with every thrust, and I wrapped my legs tight around him, meeting his body with mine, like two waves crashing together to become one.
The coil grew even tighter in my core, and I could feel the waves starting to crest inside.
“Ohhh.”
His moan thrilled me, shook me deeply. He wasn’t in control, and neither was I. There was something between us that was wrapped all around our bodies, that had taken us over entirely. Every nerve that fired, every breath I gasped, was something more than just me alone. I wanted him, and he wanted me, and our desire was like a living, breathing creature that roared out of control.
When my orgasm came, it was deeper than any climax I’d ever had. I felt the shudder start in my core and ripple outwards.
“Oh!” I cried soundlessly. My hands grasped at the taut rope for balance. His cock stiffened inside of me, and the waves crashed through my body. I screamed aloud, and the sound seemed impossibly loud in the middle of the ocean, here where nobody would hear.
“Yes! Yes!”
I arched up, wanting every inch of my body to be covered by his, and he spasmed, his thick cock thrusting even deeper into me as he was taken over by his own orgasm. I could feel his shudders against me and it made me come again and again, shaking uncontrollably with pleasure.
“Ohhhhh!”
He groaned, a brute animal noise, as his hands clasped my body. He held me for a moment more before I felt him withdraw. An animal sound choked my throat as he withdrew, and I bit back on it.
I shivered as he collapsed next to me, his arms trembling. In that moment, I thought I could hear his heartbeat, the same way I’d heard it in the cell. It was only when he dropped back onto his side, away from me, that I realized it was my own pounding heart.
I couldn’t say anything. What I’d been so scared of, the act I’d thought would hurt, always, had turned out to be something wonderful and beautiful. His body meeting mine in pure need. Giving myself to him entirely as he gave himself to me.
The air was cold, and growing colder. Shivers of pleasure made my arms prickle, and I nuzzled against his side.
With one arm, he reached up and deftly untied the knot holding my wrists. I brought them down, noticing that my hands were shaking. Vale clasped both of my hands in his broad palm, his fingers curling around mine. He kissed my forehead, and I found that I was crying with happiness.
“I love you,” he said simply.
Dizzy with pleasure, I looked up into ice-blue eyes marked with concern. I smiled, then laughed aloud. My laughter carried over the open water.
“I love you, too.”
We lay there, our naked bodies pressed together, and all around us the swells of the ocean lifted the boat and pressed against the hulls in small splashes. A perfect contentment filled me.
“Did you want to go inside?” Vale whispered. “It’s starting to get cold.”
His fingers stroked my hair and I nuzzled into his chest. His body was warm, his arms comforting, and the sky was infinite above our heads.
“Just a bit longer,” I said, and closed my eyes.
The End
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Chapter One
I breathe in the darkness.
There is a blindfold around my eyes. There is a collar around my neck. I am sitting up on my knees, naked, trembling. My wrists are bound to the bedposts, stretched out to either side of me.
He is behind me.
I can feel his breathing on the back of my neck. I strain forward, away from him. He is not touching me, but his breath is warm on my skin. I pull harder, but the ties around my wrists hold fast.
The ties around my wrist are silken handcuffs. The bed underneath me is covered in silk sheets. Even the blindfold is black silk.
Black. Everything is black. My eyes are open under the blindfold but I can see nothing. I sit there silently, feeling the air move against my naked body.
“Lacey, my darling.” He breathes the words into my ear from behind me. I gasp as his hand touches my shoulder.
His fingers are long and slim. They are warmer than his breath on the back of my neck.
“Are you afraid of the dark?”
I shake my head. I won’t give him the satisfaction of an answer.
Am I afraid of the dark? No, I want to say. I’ve always loved the dark. Even when I was a child, I didn’t need a nightli
ght. I didn’t shed a single tear when I broke my arm. I stayed in the haunted barn one night when my brothers dared me, and I didn’t even cry out when my dad spanked me for doing it. My mom always said that I was the bravest girl she’d ever met.
Now, though, I don’t feel brave. Now, in the darkness, I’m scared of what’s going to happen. What he’s going to do to me.
His fingers slide down my back. His other hand grips my hip and I feel the bed move as he shifts his weight closer to me. I grit my teeth.
Despite myself, I feel my body begin to respond as his hands curve down around my waist and pause there. Warmth spreads between my thighs. I clench them together tightly, trying to ignore the pulsing desire inside of me.
Take me. Take me.
No. This isn’t me. This can’t be real.
I jerk my head away at the sudden touch on my neck. Even in the darkness, I can tell that he is smiling behind me. The touch comes again, and this time I’m prepared. His lips press against my neck. I try to sit still, but an involuntary gasp comes from my mouth when he sucks gently on my skin.
“Oh, Lacey,” he murmurs.
His hands come forward, sliding over my stomach and up to my breasts. Again he kisses my neck. Again I gasp. This time it’s his tongue, the hot pressure sending me into near spasms as he cups my breasts.
He shifts his weight again, and now I moan as he sucks my skin and everything sinks into pure sensation—
—his muscled chest against my back, his skin hot against mine—
—his fingers pinching my nipples so hard it sends flames racing through my nerves, his thumb rolling over the hard swollen nubs—
—his lips taking me, his mouth possessing me, his tongue licking my skin—
—his breath whispering softness into my ear—
“I can’t stop myself.”
“Don’t try.”
I hear my voice rasping in the air. Don’t. I don’t want him to stop. Not now. I want him to do everything to me. I don’t want him to hold back anymore.
His hands come down, gripping my thighs. His fingers scrabble needily over my skin. Before I can say another word, he forces my thighs apart. My body recoils, clenching together, but he’s already kneeling between my legs behind me. I can feel his hard cock against the small of my back. It’s impossibly hot, burning hot against my cool skin. I moan as he slides his cock down between my thighs to where I’m already slick with moisture.
