by Dani René
Her body bows off the bed and her whimpers come faster and louder. “Stop.” Her hand drops to the bed, and she regards me with frustration. “That’s my cunt and my orgasm,” I order, dropping to my knees and she gasps in surprise.
“What are—”
Before she can continue, I lean in and lap at her beautiful pussy. My tongue darts into her tight heat, and I lick the honey from her body. The delectable flavor heats my blood, ignites a spark in my nerves, and has my body vibrating with need.
I tease her open and take in the pink entrance of her body. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I glance up and she’s smirking down at me. “Funny?” I question while pushing one digit into her, pumping it in and out and her body responds by tightening, pulsing around me.
“Please, oh God, Samael, please, Sir.” Her begging drives me wild and my Angel grips the sheets while she rides my hand.
“Come for me. Give it to me now.” And she does. Every fucking drop of her arousal soaks my fingers and hand and I’m a goner. A man addicted. My face is wet with her sweetness as I rise and hover over her again. “Taste yourself on me, Angel.” Our mouths fuse in a heated kiss, and before she can move, I’m sliding inside her.
She’s the only person I’ve ever gone bare with, and it feels like heaven, like we’re made to be connected.
All our clients have to use condoms, and all the girls are on birth control, so I know we’re safe.
Rolling my hips, I thrust into her. Her legs wrap around my waist and she whimpers into the kiss. We’re a frenzy of limbs and sweaty skin. Two bodies fused as one, connected as if we’ve been joined and can never part. Her hips lift to mine, meeting perfectly, like two fragments of the same piece of glass.
“Oh fuck, please, Sir, Sam.” Her words are jumbled, and I feel her tighten around my shaft. My release sends a tingle down my spine, and I know I’m about to explode.
“Whose are you, Angel? Who do you belong to?” The question falls from my lips before I can stop myself. I drive into her relentlessly, stealing her breath and the words I want to hear. “Tell me,” I growl against her neck, then lift my head to watch her come apart.
“I’m yours. Always.” As she whimpers her promise, her body locks in the most exquisite orgasm I’ve felt a woman give me. She detonates me like a nuclear fucking bomb and I know wherever we are, we’ll always be one.
She’ll always be mine.
I’ll always be hers.
“Why are you doing this?” I question the man in the mask, but he doesn’t answer me. He stalks back and forth with his stare on me. It’s as if his hands are on me, touching every inch of my skin. The heat of the sensation sends my body into overdrive. It’s been almost a year and he’s never fucked me again.
This is my training. That’s what he calls it. He’s done everything to me, but never again has he allowed himself inside my body. The ache of having him so close yet so far is unbearable. I shove it down and resign myself to the fact that he only took me because I was still a virgin, but I know it’s bullshit.
It’s more than that but I’m too afraid to admit it. I’m too freaked out to even imagine what it could mean if I was feeling something for a man who wields a whip and is about to use it on me. My emotions are in turmoil. How can I ache for a man who loves to see me cry? Someone who enjoys seeing me crumble, hearing me beg and whimper. Someone who makes my skin prickle and sting.
“Angel, it’s been long enough for you to know why I’m doing this. I’ve got to make sure you’re ready. Soon you’ll need to endure much worse.” His words hold a promise and I know there are men out there that will hurt me worse than anything he’s ever taunted me with.
“I know.” The confession is palpable and he stills for a moment. He’s always so quiet, a silent predator. Even though my hands are bound and I know I have no way of getting out of the ropes around my wrists, I still tug. Why? Because I want to touch him. I want to see if his body shudders at my gentle touch the way mine trembles at his harsh caress.
“Then don’t ask, because you know I can’t give you any more than I already have. This is what we are.” Cobalt orbs settle on me and in his gaze he implores me. It’s as if he’s got his hands on me, shaking me, trying to make me understand.
It’s not there now. But I always see it—every day when he collects me, something akin to caring. An emotion he doesn’t freely give. He hides it behind those cold eyes.
I’ve still not seen his face, but when he finally reveals himself to me, I’ll know. My heart will never be the same. As much as I try to deny it, to tell myself I’m not falling, I know it’s a lie. Because deep in my gut, in the soul that I’ve held onto for all these years, I know when he asks, I’ll hand it over to him without remorse.
And as he raises his hand and the soft leather licks against the sensitive skin of my thighs again and again, I realize that I’m not falling. I’ve already leaped over the edge.
I’m in love with my tormentor.
My heart is his and what he does with it, I have no control over.
I’m utterly owned by him. Every part of me.
“Sir, please?” I beg again, as the realization of what we are turns the lashings he rains down on me into something more.
An entity.
A feeling.
An emotion.
Suddenly, he drops the whip and glares at me. It’s a look I’ve seen before. Desire. My gaze travels down to the prominent erection tenting his slacks, and I want him to fuck me right then and there. Not sweet and loving. Not slow and tender. I want him to give me everything. To do his worst.
I train my gaze back on his and I hope with everything I have that he can read what I’m telling him without words.
“No.”
One word. Just one syllable that cracks me wide open. The deep tone of his voice as he denies me the only thing I’ve ever wanted—the one thing I’ve craved—sends me reeling into darkness. I shut my eyes tight as I feel the salty emotion trail down my cheeks.
Agony comes to me then, knocking the wind from my lungs and gripping my heart painfully. Heartache is something I’ve endured, but this is something more. Because it feels as if my heart, that held on for so long, has finally let go. It’s stopped, and he’s the only one who can make it beat again.
“Why?” Lifting my chin, I try to square my shoulders, but he’s got me bound to the St Andrew’s Cross. He spins on his heel and saunters toward me with a glint in his eye. When he reaches me, he pushes his body flush with mine, and I feel his erection pressing into my core, right where I need it most. The ache I’ve felt since the first time he took me is back and it’s burning me alive, lick by ferocious lick.
“Because I’m not allowed to have you. You’re my forbidden fruit, Angel, and as much as I crave you, as much as I want to devour every inch of your supple skin, I can’t. Even now, as I feel the heat of your body against me, I know that if I took you, if I slid my cock that’s rock hard for you, into your beautiful body, our fate will be sealed and we’ll both be damned to hell.”
He reaches up and strokes my cheek gently, it’s the softest touch I’ve ever felt, but it ignites the yearning, it heats my skin, and it coils the desire deep in my core.
The want that this man wrenches from me makes me crave to relinquish everything to him. I meet his searing gaze head on and I make my vow. “Then I’ll walk beside you as we enter through the gates. I’ll burn in the fire if it means I have one night with you.”
His groan is low and deep and he drops his eyes for a moment as if he’s considering what I’ve just said. Hope blooms like a flower in our dark world and just like that, it’s trampled when he regards me again. “I can’t tarnish you with my dark, Angel. As much as I want you. As much as I ache for you. I’ll hurt you beyond repair.” And with that, he spins on his heel and picks up the whip.
“Your words do that more than any lashing you give me,” I retort with a strength I didn’t realize I had and I see the muscles in his back stiffen under the g
ray shirt. He glances at me over his shoulder and his lips quirk into a dark smirk. “Don’t you see it? Look into my eyes, look at my soul. It bleeds for you.” My words are enough for him. I know what he needs.
Without another word he stalks to me with intent and grips my neck, tightening his grasp enough to have my heart flutter and race. It beats wildly against my ribcage as he leans in and runs his nose from my shoulder up to my ear.
The whisper of his lips tickle against the lobe. “You are going to be the death of me. I’m trying to do the right thing,” he growls. It’s primal, and I realize I’ve hit the nail on the head. This is my way in.
“I don’t want you to do the right thing,” I choke out because his grip tightens farther.
Another rumble from his chest vibrates through me. “I’ll make you bleed, pretty girl.” Those words should instill fear in me, but they do the opposite and have my body reacting with need. My clit thrums. My pussy throbs. My nipples harden further.
“Do your worst,” I challenge with a bite and suddenly his other hand rips away the flimsy material that covered my sex, and he plunges two long fingers inside me.
“You’re wet?” he grunts and pulls away to meet my eyes. I see the shock in his expression. I try to nod, but I can’t because his hand is still firmly secured on my neck. “Fuck.” He hisses the word while he continues to drive both digits deep inside me.
“Please?” I beg for release. He’s taught me never to come without his permission and my body craves it as he fucks me with his fingers.
“Beg.”
“Please, please, Sir. I need to come. Oh God, please.” Tears stream down my face as the agony of holding on threatens to break me worse than his whip.
He watches me as he continues his assault. Teasing, taunting, splintering me further. Molding me for him. Only him. “So fucking beautiful. You’re exquisite.” His words do nothing to diminish the ache, they only intensify my need.
“Fuck… please… I’ll… do anything.” My words are incoherent and jumbled, but they fall from my lips in any case. My eyes flutter closed as air becomes difficult to find and my body convulses, waiting for the command.
He crooks his fingers against my sweet spot and orders in a gruff tone, “Now. Come for me.” And I do.
I shatter. I fly. And then I soar.
My Desolation
The desolation of losing you,
Follows me every day,
The emptiness of your absence,
Grips me every moment,
The memory of your love,
Shatters my beating heart
dani rené
“Freya.” I glance up to regard the brunette beauty who’s making her way to the table. “I’m so sorry I’m late, Dax was fucking around with something, and I couldn’t leave.” The crimson on her cheeks tells me exactly what happened.
“You mean he didn’t untie you from the bed?” I question with an arched brow. She blushes a deeper red and nods quickly.
Blue eyes, ones that are a replica of her brothers’, settle on me and she questions, “How are you?” Every time she asks me, I nod and smile. I tell her I’m fine, even though we both know it’s a lie. I haven’t slept in days. My job is keeping me going, but it’s a distraction.
If he knew what I was doing.
He wouldn’t care.
The thought dissipates and I glance at her again.
“I’m surviving.” It’s the most honesty I can give her. Lifting the cup to my lips, I take a long sip of the thick, black tar I’ve ordered. It’s the only way I can get through the day. My nights, on the other hand, those I spend with my favorite men. Johnny and Jack.
When he, along with Kael, Dax and Theia broke me out of Caged, I was given my rucksack with what he wanted me to have and a heartbreaking goodbye. That’s all I have left. A broken heart.
Six long months and the pain is as fresh as it was the day I walked out of that hell leaving the man I love, along with my heart, behind. “Frey, baby girl, look at me.” Theia’s hand rests on mine and drags me back to the present. “He loves you. I know he’ll come for you as soon as he can. Don’t give up.”
She implores me with the same words almost daily. If we don’t meet for lunch, I’m normally at their place or she’s at mine. She and Dax have been there for me for so long I feel as if we’re family. However, I’m not. I’m an outsider. “Did he find out anything?” I question and she nods, pulling a folder from her oversized bag.
“This is all we could find on your parents. It’s taken a long time because the guy who helped us was on another case. He says that the information in there may not be something you’d want to read.” I nod because I know it isn’t.
It’s been seven years since I was taken and my parents never filed a missing person’s report, so what I’m about to uncover will probably break me further. “I can handle it.” The lie slips easily from my lips. A soft sigh from my friend stirs the longing in my heart and I glance at her. “Would it be okay if I spend the night with you and D?” I question, and she nods.
“You know you’re always welcome, babe. You’re family. I consider you the sister I never had.” Her smile is as sweet as the woman who gifts it. I’ve grown to love her dearly. Working at the club, I’ve become more open to making friends. The other two ladies, Dakota and Skyla are also really sweet. One sexy, little brunette, the other a fiery redhead.
Dax and Theia have always been open to all of us being around, but slowly they’ve become more. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Like I did with him, with the man I can’t seem to forget. My heart aches, it burns in agony when I think of him, or even when his name crosses my mind. It might seem childish, but he’s very much ingrained in me. My heart, my mind, and my soul.
“Just to relax. I can’t…” Shaking my head, I gulp the last of my coffee and meet her waiting stare. “I just don’t want to be alone.” She nods in understanding and rises from the chair, still observing me.
“Come over any time you want, darling. Promise me.” I acknowledge her and when she pulls me into a hug, I can’t help but feel the ache of emptiness that’s encapsulated my heart.
“Thank you,” I whisper as she hugs me tight to her slim figure.
“Always.”
That’s what I told him that last time. I should have known it was goodbye. He was gentle, he made love to me and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.
Throughout your life, you’ll fuck people, men and women, but there’s only ever one who’ll make love to you. And when they do, that’s when you crack open. Your heart is ripped from the cage of your chest and it’s given to the person connected to you.
As beautiful and perfect as it is, there’s always the chance that the person can take it and crush it.
They can break you and you’ll live in agony for eternity.
They might be the one, your soul mate, but they may never be meant for you, and that’s what you need to be wary of.
Because that… hurts like a motherfucker. As I head home, the memory of the first time Sam made me cry and bleed permeates through me like a drug.
“You’ll learn, Angel, to kneel when I enter. And when I demand something of you, you’ll obey,” he instructs with the command of a teacher, but with the desire lacing his tone of someone who’s definitely not here to school me.
He’s here to find his release, and I’m the vessel.
My training started two days ago.
The first day he explained what’s expected of me.
The second he showed me the instruments he’d be using for my training.
Today is my third day and now I’m sitting on his bed, waiting for my command. The room he’s brought me into is decorated in dark hues and an ornate bed, to which I’ll soon be shackled.
“Sir?” The word falls effortlessly from my lips and he turns to regard me. “Are you going to hurt me?” It’s stupid, but for some reason, I don’t think he would. However, this man has too much control and I fear the day
he loses it.
“I’ll always hurt you, Angel. But, I’ll also pleasure you more than you’ve ever thought possible.”
It’s a vow.
A promise.
An illicit oath.
He reaches for me then and the simple touch of his fingertips along my skin has my body trembling beneath his command. “How do pleasure and pain come together?” It may be childish to ask a man like him something like that, but I do it anyway. Perhaps he can teach me what real pleasure is.
“On your knees, so I can train your mouth first. It has too many questions.” Hungry eyes hold mine in a searing gaze. I’m at his feet, kneeling like the submissive I am.
Silence crowds us and before I can respond, the speakers come alive and I recognize Aaron Richards singing “Monster” and as it haunts us through the speakers, when the lyrics scream through the room, every word tells me there’s something here, between us. An entity growing, magnetizing, connecting us.
Perhaps I’m reading too much into it, but the way he’s regarding me is so much more. Too much emotion. “You’re going to learn to swallow my dick, Angel. Ready?” He doesn’t wait, but pushes his slacks down and the thick, angry erection juts toward me with intent to show me exactly what he means.
When his hand grips the steel shaft, I nearly pass out. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Granted, I was still a virgin when I met him, but when he teases my lips with the crown, I feel myself get wet. “Open that pretty mouth,” he commands and I obey.
Easily he slips between my plump lips and as soon as his taste settles on my tongue I groan around his cock. It’s a salty sweetness that tingles on my taste buds. He slides into my throat and I feel myself constrict, stifling his advance. “Look at me.” My gaze lifts to settle on his intense cobalt stare. “Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat.” He continues to instruct me on how to suck his dick, and when I do as he says, a low groan rumbles through his chest. “Fuck yes,” he growls as he slips into my throat past my gag reflex.
