Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 : (DARK EROTICA): Taboo Erotica (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

by Lucy Lixx

  Chapter Two

  I used to feel awkward walking into work in the morning and greeting Mr. Bloom knowing that I had been fantasizing about him the previous night. The occurrence was so common now that it felt like a daily habit, something like eating and driving. While distracted by my thoughts, I hadn't noticed the dry cleaning hanging up on the coat rack next to my desk. Maura, who worked at the desk just a few feet away from me, nudged me after I sat down and stood over me the way she did any time she had a fresh piece of gossip. I wasn't the type to repeat it, but it was titillating to listen to the strange things she heard. There was one hefty rumor floating around that the janitor had gotten our recent temp pregnant and she had to go have an abortion paid for by the company to avoid a horrible scandal. It sounded so superfluous, but I had to confirm that it wasn't true and went back through some charges on the company card. Nothing strange showed up and the rumor dispelled itself the following week.

  Maura was standing so close that I could nearly identify the toothpaste she used that morning, right down to the brand. Her teeth were sparkling behind her glossed lips and I could spot her tongue ring hiding in her mouth while her lips moved.

  “I see someone has a new ballgown waiting for her,” she said while motioning with her eyes towards the rack behind me.

  I turned to see the dry cleaning bag and the shining fabric beneath it, nearly swooning at the sight of the expensive material. For whom was that dress? It must have been something Devon had personally delivered, perhaps from a date or for a future one. I studied the gold letters on the clear plastic, noting it was a dry cleaning store from the more affluent side of town.

  “Where did that come from?” I whispered while turning back to Maura. “I haven't seen a date listed on Mr. Bloom's schedule and no one has called about a dress.”

  “Maybe it's for you,” Maura said playfully.

  I pushed her arm gently and blushed.

  “There's no way that's for me. I wouldn't even look good in such a thing,” I said quickly. “Would I?”

  Maura smiled wide.

  “You would look absolutely charming in that sort of dress. Maybe the boss is about to come on to you,” she said while raising her eyebrows.

  Before I could respond, Devon walked into the main office area and Maura scurried back to her desk while I composed myself. I pretended that I didn't notice the dress and started unloading files from my satchel, opening my laptop to start getting some work done. Devon approached my desk and gently laid a ticket on top of a vanilla folder and then waited for me to look up.

  “Good morning, sir. What is this?” I asked innocently.

  He motioned towards the ticket, pointing out the embossed lettering on the cream colored paper. It was beautifully designed with curly letters taking up most of the space, describing the admittance of Devon Bloom plus one guest of his choice. There was no listed address and the sentence at the bottom read, “Where dreaming is a delight.” I studied this with curiosity, wondering what they were referring to and then looked back up to see Devon's eyes glittering down at me. The smile on his face was intensely mischievous, his lips curling upwards as if hiding a diabolical plan. I shivered.

  “This is your project, Miss Andrea. I'm in need of a date for tonight's gala event across town. I've already procured a dress in your size in hopes that you might agree. It would be terribly embarrassing to go alone,” Devon explained as my eyes grew wide. “Could you finish all your work by 2:00 PM?”

  I was trying hard to keep my lower lip from quivering, my nervous system overreacting and shooting electrical signals throughout my body. With a controlled smile, I agreed.

  “But why are we getting ready so early? The event isn't until 6:00 PM,” I pointed out.

  Devon leaned over my desk to whisper his response, explaining that he had booked a hot massage, manicure, pedicure, and hair appointment for me to look my best. I couldn't keep from flushing as I had never had someone so eager to have me at their side while looking absolutely extravagant. Suddenly, all of my fantasies came flooding back to my mind and I thought about last night's encounter. He had been planning this the whole time and I had no idea! Had he meant to kiss me last night? The look in his eye warned me of his intention, his soft lips wanting to engulf my tongue with pleasure.

  I found myself leaning forward and had to stop, noticing that the two of us being so close was picking up stares and whispers from the entire office staff. The phone rang and brought me back to reality, allowing me to excuse myself from the terribly awkward situation at hand.

  “I can't thank you enough, sir,” I said before answering the phone.

  “Please, call me Devon,” he said before slipping into his office.

  The person on the other end of the line was repeatedly greeting me while I remained silent, totally honed in on the buttocks of the man walking away from me and towards his desk. I was leaning again. Maura cleared her throat and motioned with her eyes toward the ticket that was still on the desk. I wanted to tell her about it, but I also wanted it to be a secret. I knew what kind of talk went around the water cooler and Maura was certainly the center of that. While Maura rose to come look, I hid the ticket in the desk drawer and held up my hand as I finally answered the person screaming through the speaker of the phone.

  Defeated temporarily, Maura sat back down at her desk and tapped her pen on the pile of folders under her hand. I knew she would try to get a peek at it later, perhaps even snap a little picture to show everybody else in the office. I could feel them all glaring at the back of my head, perhaps jealous that the most handsome man of the company had given me something deliciously expensive while inviting me out. I turned to look at the dress that glimmered in the morning light. In another five hours, I would be in the capable hands of the most elegant man in the city, getting prim and proper to be his arm candy.

  While I wasn't typically fond of being an object, I found this invitation to be incredibly flattering. Clearly, Devon found me attractive enough to be his date, but did this attraction push past our professional relationship? Would we become friends? Every cell of my body was screaming in hopes that it would, that perhaps I wouldn't spend tonight alone. My hope drove me to work twice as hard as any other day and I ended up finishing all of my work forty-five minutes early. I followed Devon confidently to the elevator as the entire office trailed behind us, pretending like they weren't watching. As the doors closed, I winked at Maura who smiled in response and waved.

  “I will drop you off at the spa and pick you up in time for you to slip in to your dress and get a bite to eat. What do you typically like to eat?” asked Devon as we rode the elevator down.

  I stared at him blankly. Eat? We were eating dinner, too? This was turning into a real date instead of a project and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach desperately trying to get out.

  “Dinner…?” I couldn't seem to formulate a response.

  Amused, Devon chuckled and said, “Yes, dinner. Where would you like to eat? Think about that while you're relaxing. I want you to feel like a princess.”

  I clutched the dress under my arms and practically melted when the doors opened for us to step into the garage. As I walked to my car, Devon said he would meet me at my house to be picked up. I already felt like a princess holding this dress. It's elegance surpassed anything I had ever seen in my life. The drive home was filled with excited yelps and squeals, my eyes continuously turning to the dress in the passenger's seat. I would be his princess tonight. It was a fantasy come true.

  Chapter Three

  The material of the dress Devon had bought me felt like silk against my skin and it slipped over my thighs as we rode in the back of his car. My hands were gloved with the softest velvet, the fabric feeling even silkier against the dress as I moved my skirts about. Part of me was tempted to be flirtatious and lift the hem of the dress to reveal my sexy legs, but I didn't want to prematurely come on to the beautiful man next to me. His suit was absolut
ely gorgeous and complete with a rose in the breast pocket, appearing so much different than he did at work on a typical day.

  As we drove uphill, a mansion came into view and the driver pulled us up in front of the steps. I didn't know this event would be at a mansion! The door opened and Devon stepped out first, turning to help me from the vehicle. I graciously accepted his hand and planted my feet firmly on the concrete, careful not to lose my footing to prevent any embarrassing accidents. The scenery inspired me to straighten my posture and hold my chin a little higher, something I hadn't done since I was a young girl. My mother had thrown me in a pageant once where my coach taught me to walk in this fashion, saying it displayed a sense of class. Seeing as I was about to be in the company of the affluent, I figured it was a good time to act like I had class even if I didn't.

  We entered the mansion and traded our tickets for masquerade masks. Devon helped me tie mine and stroked my cheek, commenting how beautiful I looked this evening. The mask hid my flushed face and I took his arm as we walked through a set of satin curtains hanging in front of an entrance. I almost lost Devon's hand in the fabric and nearly panicked until the curtains finally opened up to reveal a lavish room decorated with antique furniture and classic nude portraits. Most of the furniture was occupied by bodies covered in glittering silk and mesh. Each face was covered with a mask, the identity of any individual effectively hidden.

  As my eyes washed over the scene, I realized that the bodies sitting incredibly close were actually humping. Legs were intertwined with multiple body parts and hands were lodged firmly between thighs while drunken moans floated across the room. Horrified, I searched around for a door that led somewhere else, a bathroom perhaps, where I could compose myself. Devon noticed my panic and took my hand, pulling me towards one of the paintings that opened up into a lounge room. Panting, I sat in one of the lush chairs available and held my hand to my heart. It was beating heavily against the inside of my ribs, threatening to bust out of my chest.

  Devon disappeared out of one door and came back through another, holding a glass of water in one hand and a pill in the other. He held them out to me, beckoning me to take it and drink. I pushed his hands away, but he insisted, assuring me that it would calm my nerves while taking away the shock. Through the mask, I studied his features. He seemed to empathize, but I really couldn't tell because the feathers of my mask were in the way. Part of me wanted to tear off the mask and leave while the other part of me wanted to ravish him here in this room. Was this what it took to earn his affection?

  “I should have warned you, but you seemed like you would enjoy something different than the norm,” Devon explained while kneeling down next to me. “I thought perhaps you were as interested in the alternative as me.”

  I met his gaze with some surprise, wondering what made me appear potentially eccentric. Was it my lack of socializing or the way I readjusted my skirt upon him entering the office? Could he hear my thoughts at night as I stroked my sopping wet peach to the image of him ramming me against a wall?

  “For the past year, I have been wanting to ask you to come with me. I have worked up every bit of nerve and failed, the scent of you filling me with regret every time you leave,” Devon said while holding my chin. “I want to spoil you, ravish you, pleasure you – please, take the pill and follow me down into this beautiful, dark world. It will be worth your while.”

  How had he hidden all of these things from me? My shock was overwhelming and I couldn't take it anymore. I agreed to take the pill and he placed it between his lips, leaning forward to meet mine. His tongue pushed the pill into my mouth and lingered briefly before he handed me the water to swallow. Within a few minutes, I was feeling much better and stood to follow Devon back out amidst the orgy taking place beyond the painting. I stayed close behind him as he walked about the room, greeting many of the attendees even as they were in the midst of sex. I nodded politely when he motioned towards me and tried to keep a sweet smile on my face. Hopefully, no one had witnessed my embarrassing retreat behind the painting.

  Suddenly, I felt quite faint and grabbed Devon's coat pocket before tumbling forward. He caught my limp body in his arms and chuckled lightly, mentioning to the man standing next to him that this was my first taste of delight. The charming man leaned over to say something clever and kissed my hand that was completely void of muscle control. I hoped I wouldn't pee on myself. As Devon took me through another hall, I listened to the low hum of moans and bays that echoed from each room, the joyful rise of voices filling me with glee and causing me to smile. Devon laid me out on a plush bed and began to lay kisses upon my neck that tingled and reverberated throughout my body.

  It was absolutely delightful.

  As his fingers dove beneath the fabric of my dress, I lent myself over to him completely. My body was twitching all over and the electrical pulses that typically warned my brain of danger were slowly firing between cells, slowing down as the pill broke down further in my belly amidst the delicious dinner we had just had. My head lulled on the pillow and Devon shushed me, saying it was going to be okay.

  “I know you've always wanted this,” he whispered, the sound of his voice seeming incredibly far away.

  “I've wanted this for so long,” I gasped as his fingers slid underneath the lace panties.

  Devon's curious fingers found a delicate fold and pushed beneath, the lips already soaked with anticipation and creating a slippery surface for him to slide over. Alarmed at his tender touch, I gasped and leaned further into the lush pillow beneath my head. The hem of my dress was pulled all the way up and my breasts were exposed to the chilly air of the room, nipples standing erect as soon as they were revealed. Warmth met my sensitive peach and I gasped, looking down to find Devon's lips firmly engaged in sucking the lips and clit all at once. His tongue unfurled and began to lap at my aroused skin, blood rushing to my vulva and causing the pink skin to flush red.

  More curious fingers found their way inside the secret hole that had begged for him to prod for so long. The plush tongue smoothed over the exposed nerves, lapping fervidly in order to elicit more than mere moans from my mouth. I watched as his two fingers slid beneath his tongue, pushing deep inside me as the pressure within my pelvis grew. My hips were rolling uncontrollably, forcing my aching lips into his mouth as he licked. I was aching to be released from the prison of my desire, having dreamed of this moment for the past year with feverish passion. I could feel the tingle blossom and begin to radiate outwards, meeting every corner of my body with bliss. My eyes rolled back and I squealed, grinding my peach hard into his lips that devoured the entirety of my exposed skin.

  Moments later, I was panting beneath the heat of his kisses that he planted on every inch of my body, his hands smoothing over my soft skin in an effort to bring me back to the moment. Apparently, I had fallen asleep briefly, a side effect of the drug I had taken. I wasn't sure exactly what it was called, but it had made me feel absolutely amazing and I was ready to go again. Devon lifted my lolling head and told me the party was over, that he needed to take me home to rest. Disappointed, I whined that I hadn't had a chance to please him and he chuckled in response.

  “Tomorrow morning, my dear, you may do just that,” he teased.

  Before I could say anything else, he was carrying me back out through the main area that was now empty and loading me into the back of his car. The ride home was a bit of a blur, my vision going in and out as consciousness decided to leave me. We pulled up in front of a lavish set of condos that appeared well kept and I assumed it was where he lived. Upstairs, he laid me out into his bed and wrapped me in the finest cotton sheets I had ever felt. It wasn't long before I was soothed to sleep by the stroke of his hand against my head.

  Chapter Four

  The next morning, I woke up gently to the sound of a violin and stretched out over the fluffy cotton sheets. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to take in my surroundings. I realized it wasn't my house. Sitting up
quickly, I looked about in a daze until the memories of the previous night came flooding back to me.

  I had taken a pill and had sex with Devon.

  He had taken me home.

  This was his bed.

  The little girl deep down started squealing excitedly and I couldn't help but smile. The violin abruptly stopped playing and I heard shuffling. Immediately, I laid back down and spread my hair out to appear attractive, hoping my face looked relaxed and angelic amidst the sheets.

  The soft patter of feet moving along the carpet approached me and I felt the presence of Devon leaning over the bed to gently kiss my lips. On cue, I opened my eyes and smiled as his face came into view.

  “Good morning,” he whispered. “Did you sleep well?”