Darknest: A Dark Fantasy Erotica Anthology

by J. M. Keep

  That sensation was entirely short-lived, as grabbing her soft thigh with his free hand and pulling on her hair again, Julian plunged his hot shaft straight back down in one fluid motion with no stops. Taking it an inch at a time had let her breathe and adjust, but this truly felt like he was splitting her in two, making her strangled mewls gain pitch and force as he filled her.

  She could see him smiling above her just as she could see what a shocked and silly face she was making in the mirror. The drool starting to drip from her chin didn’t do much to help her image, either, but she couldn’t stop, now. As he pulled back again, agonisingly slowly so she felt every little bit of it before spanking her ass cheek to see her body jiggle and flinch, she didn’t think she could ever stop him sweeping her off her feet.

  Julian hilted again, in half the time, and Amy’s mind exploded. She could never stop something that felt like that. He wasn’t stopping at all now, and before she could even finish the thought, another depth charge of pleasure erupted in her hips, the vibration tingling all the way up her spine and into her head.

  The thrust forced her to lunge forward and sputter into the gag, forcing even more drool through and around it freely. So the holes weren’t just for ease of breathing. Looking at what a mess she was turning into in the mirror made her hips tingle and twitch with heat as Julian pulled back and thrust back down hard, making her eyes bulge with shock. He was really doing it, pounding and fucking her ass as he claimed her body.

  The pleasure of it as those stabs and little explosions of pleasure turned into a constant, pulsing throb of bliss assaulting Amy’s depths was maddening for something so naughty and far from her sex. It was all she could do to watch herself bounce off his thick cock, her body getting hot over what a mess he was making of her. Mixing up the speed and directions ensured she was never lulled into a sense of familiarity, and the sharp smacks to her ass cheeks gave the dark, depraved pleasure that was driving her crazy a starry edge with its sharp jolts of pain.

  Was sex always this dizzyingly good? Was it because it was him? She couldn’t think straight at all, and was even thankful for the gag that reduced her to being little more than his fuck toy, now. It was with that easy acceptance that Amy let her mind wander and float in the simple pleasure of his passion. She barely even noticed that he’d let go of her hair as she rode on that thick shaft, but the smack to her untouched cheek quickly brought her back from letting her mind wander too far in idle bliss.

  That hand grabbed her hip while the other gave her other ass cheek a firm smack, her body quivering from the punishment it was taking. Each stroke made her clench and squeeze around him rhythmically and reflexively as she groaned into the gag. Even that quickly changed – instead of spanking, he simply gripped her hips from both sides and pulled her up to meet him as his thrusts took on a harder and faster pace, roughly rocking her over the edge of the bed.

  Able to watch it all in the mirror, Amy was flooded with embarrassment and bliss alike for what she saw and felt thrusting so violently into her. Seeing Julian hold and fuck her ass so firmly while she sat on all fours, drooling uncontrollably, it felt like she could climax just from this if she tried.

  The tingly mass of pleasure swelling and throbbing between her legs was certainly building more strongly than when she’d fantasised about being in Julian’s bed and fingered herself to orgasm. He wasn’t slowing down, either. It was going to drive her crazy as her moans quickened and grew more strained through the gag, her eyes glazed and pleading as he mercilessly ravaged her twitching ass raw.

  “Mmh, haah, I’m gonna fill this tight little ass up, Amy…” Julian murmured, giving her another firm smack to each cheek. It was like that, with his groans growing more ragged and thrusts lunging at more jagged and uneven jolts that Julian slammed to hilt in climax. The sensation of it made Amy moan long and hard as she quivered in her own strong bodily orgasm. Those thick, hot jolts of cum lashed at her twitching and milking walls so wonderfully as she shivered and groaned.

  The sensation was subtle, yet strong enough with how her whole body thrummed with tingling stimulation. The sensation made Amy feel good and dirty in simple, deep-rooted ways that left her near as mentally exhausted as physically, wanting nothing more than to collapse and rest in his embrace under the soft, stirring grind that saw her ass squeezing his hard cock for all its worth.

  “Mmnh, fuck, that was good, Amy…” Julian whispered, his hands stroking up her back and sides, pulling her up from the footboard and into a gentle hug as he kissed her cheek. She could still feel him inside and squeezed around that girth with a soft squirm as she hummed and – for all she was unable to physically show it – smiled around the gag as she leant back into him, hugging and holding to his body in kind.

  For all the gag had been an exciting little unexpected addition, she was glad as he removed it, freeing her sore jaw and letting her stop drooling. He even wiped her chin off as she flexed and worked her mouth with soft, whining groans. The gentle laugh in her ear would have made her smile if it didn’t hurt in the moment.

  “I always knew you were special, Amy.” Julian whispered, sincerely and soundly as he held her tight enough to make her body heat in embarrassment. Their relationship had been comfortable and approachable since moving in with him for her apprenticeship. It had been a dream, so she had hidden and ignored her more explicit feelings for him on grounds of being star-struck by his position, but to know he had felt the same was dazzling.

  Amy smiled timidly and squirmed around, trying not to gasp as she felt him slip free to hug herself against his chest and wrap her arms around him as he guided her down to lay on the bed.

  “Thank you…” Was all she whispered as covers came over her, tucking her into his warmth as he smiled back at her, gently kissing her lips and entwining himself around her under the covers.

  “I should be the one to thank you, Amy. I thought taking someone in for company would do good, but this… you can’t imagine how good it is to have you. I’d like to have you model for me too, if you’re not shying away from this side of me.” He said, cautiously and slowly. There seemed to be more to him than he was going to let on – a sordid past and life unspoken that she could only see the faintest shadow of – but then being out here under the mysterious bachelor guise, it stood to reason that he was good at hiding it. Amy pursed her lips thoughtfully, but nodded as she held herself close.

  “I’d like to know more about you and what you do, after all. It sounds interesting, anyway, modelling for you…” She replied sleepily as she lay there, his soft chuckle petting her head as he held her.

  “Interesting, huh? There are sections of this house I haven’t shown you yet, so we’ll see about whether you still think it’s interesting, but alright.” He replied, letting her settle into a peaceful sleep aside him for the night. The next day would prove to be beyond Amy’s imagination.

  ~~

  “It’s a little dusty and dry, but it’ll clear up when ventilation kicks in. I’m not down here often, as you might expect.” Julian explained with a quiet laugh, dusting off covers and pulling them from what seemed to be spotlights, leather tables and vaulting blocks.

  It looked like a sort of photo studio, and truly, isolated underground from natural light sources would be a good place for one, but something about it still struck Amy as odd as she waved away the dust and coughed, nodding along. The power in the lights overhead gave a low, wanting ebb of almost eerie luminescence to the room. It would likely warm up in time, and her anxiety would pass with it.

  “I need to check over the cables and get some things sorted, but you can go ahead and strip down.” Julian explained, so matter-of-factly that Amy almost didn’t hear, still nodding along before the words struck her, making her warm up immediately and glance over to him, already walking off through the isolated basement, kicking and tugging on cables. The thought made her bite her lip. While she had already been in bed with him, this was somewhat different and more unknown.

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bsp; Not knowing what to expect, that fear tickled at Amy’s mind with a familiar, dark thrill of temptation that saw her lick her lip and slowly pull off her shirt. He’d treat her well, and let her know what she needed as she went along, surely. This was all a side of him she’d never seen, so perhaps it was normal that she was nervous and didn’t know what to expect.

  Dropping the shirt to one side and unhooking her skirt to push off her hips, Amy looked around at the dimly lit room with most of its contents hidden under dust covers and heavy metal doors. There was an oppressive sort of air down here that welcomed a dangerous thought back into her mind. Biting her lip as her clothing fell away, leaving her in simple white underwear, it tickled the back of Amy’s mind again. It was already too late to back out, with nowhere to run.

  “Out of these too.” His voice came as a soft whisper over her shoulder, surprising her enough to make the girl lost in thought jump as his hands went around her. The way Julian kissed her cheek and neck made Amy relax and melt instantly, her head leaning aside for him as she sighed in relief. The feel of those calloused hands brushing around her waist and down, taking her panties with them felt far too good to be normal, but she couldn’t resist him.

  “Come on, leg up. You don’t need me to do this for you, do you, now?” He asked, making her blush furiously despite herself and shake her head as she raised a leg to step out of her underwear, lifting the other as he pushed the bra straps from her shoulders to trace his line of kisses down from her collar to arm. The feeling made her sigh and squirm in pleasure, for all she was supposed to be doing this herself, she felt hopelessly under his control already. Biting her lip and placing her hands over his, she was enjoy the feel of him around her all too much.

  “You still haven’t told me what I’m doing…” Amy whined softly, looking up through her brows into his eyes as he smiled down at her from behind, wrapping his arms around her to hug and hush with a gentle kiss to her wet and anxious lips.

  “All in good time, I keep a number of… well, special costumes down here for occasions like this. It’s rare that I have anyone to model them, and can’t very well bring them to public eye, but I like to think of them as my finer work. Free from what’s, ah… ‘acceptable’.” Julian explained, gently pushing Amy’s bra off her supple breasts to cup and tenderly fondle the breasts beneath, making her breath catch fast and back arc out to squirm under his attention.

  “Really…? I don’t know if I should wear something so precious…” Amy tried to argue, her cheeks heating with the mere thought. His soft chuckling – that sincere and warm tone she enjoyed hearing from him – calmed her timid nerves as he shook his head and stroked a hand through her hair.

  “No, you’re exactly who they’re for. Trust me.” He said, so softly, and, was it hope she could hear? The tone made Amy’s heart and stomach flutter and flip with anxious trepidation as he took her hand. She’d heard something in that voice. Swallowing to calm herself, the timid girl nodded and held firmly to his hand as she followed him through the room to a tall cabinet that stood ajar.

  Inside was as much metal and leather as lace – a wide assortment of everything from pieces Amy couldn’t exactly envision being worn on a person to parts that were immediately breath-taking. Buckles, straps, silks and things she couldn’t identify lined the little shelves and hung around the hangars for each. There were even masks inside that looked rather operatic, and were likely nothing of the sort. The styles and materials were nothing like the garment she’d been training with, but she could certainly feel his hand in all of them.

  “You’re not ready for all of them, but… I’d like to see you in this one, see how it makes you feel.” Julian offered, picking out a black and red high-necked piece. It bore puffy shoulders with straps to either side, a sheer black corset and a seemingly empty chest area, all but for the dark red lace lining, threaded with gold. Below the corset line was what would barely pass for a miniskirt; a tuft of material and more loose straps. The fine cut and trim curve left her doubting there was something missing, for it looked lovingly crafted to hold that shape.

  “I… you’ll help me put this on, right?” She had to ask, unsure how to even begin opening it, and not wanting to look like some fool that tried to just sling it over her head and wriggle in. Even without the snug, high neckpiece, it was clearly far more intricate than something to be squeezed into. His smile was still somehow soothing as he nodded, patting her head and handing her the garment before turning her away from the cabinet.

  “There’s some accessories to it, but you wouldn’t be able to put most of it on yourself anyway. I’m here for you though, don’t worry.” Julian explained, and her nerves did calm. With his guidance, she was sure she could slip into anything. Of course, wearing the clothing was hardly a challenge against creating it, but Amy still understood that there was a certain talent and language to how you wore something. She only hoped she could appease him.

  “First, turn it around. Let me see the back.” he requested, and Amy didn’t mind the chance to have it turned around, hiding her shame against amazingly cool and soft silk padding. She tried to ignore how it felt, brushing softly against her nipples as he worked the clasps along the back. The buckles reminded her of a metallic spine, a straight length of perfect silver blocks running up the back of the corset, all the way to the high neck.

  With them undone, the dress – if it could really be called such a thing – all but came apart, unfurling like magic into something much easier to slip into, as though it was made to wrap, hug and lock the wearer within it. There was something sensual, even poetic about the feeling. It didn’t surprise Amy, considering who had designed it.

  “Good, now turn it around and gently put your arm in here, slowly. Then this one.” Julian instructed, slowly guiding her into it. The tone made her smile comfortably, for it didn’t leave her feeling belittled or rushed. It also made her feel like the dress was truly precious and fragile, making it all the more meaningful that she was allowed into it.

  Moving behind her, Julian began by gently tucking her high neck brace into place, forcing Amy to raise her head in a show of pride suitable for one wearing such a garment. For all it looked perfectly smooth, a subtle firmness in the centre gave her the feeling of collaring. It became difficult to swallow, even breathing came more strained as the dominance in his dress’ design sunk into her.

  The next buckle, just below the nape of her neck, only reinforced the feeling. While gentle, it pulled her shoulders back and forced them into a proper posture that pushed her chest forward through the still loose opening in the chest of its front. Seeing the dress almost morph around her, digging into and forcing her to submit to its design made Amy breathless even before it had her chest and stomach in its grip like a firm lover.

  With it surrounding her, Amy could more than appreciate his design in it. She’d never thought slipping into clothing could be such a thrilling experience within itself, but it was. The care and material put into the dress had an obvious effect, both physically and psychologically. While the exterior had a fine, slick finish of leather, metal and lace trim, inside was nothing but the softest of silks and a thin padding – just enough to feel, but not enough to affect its shape.

  The result was that for all she felt she was submitting to and trapped within the dress and its hard shackling buckles, it still felt as though she wore nothing at all, leaving her to stand naked. Yet whether she was wearing it, or being worn by it, that truth brought her attention to just how it hugged and squeezed her body.

  The frilly lines curled up and inward towards her vulva and pushed her supple ass cheeks both in and down, emphasising them more than being naked would. It drew attention to her most sensitive areas whilst not really covering them at all, leaving her more than naked, and vividly aware of it. It was a wonder to think he wasn’t done yet, either.

  “You look beautiful already… just wait here, I’ll get the rest.” Julian explained, kissing Amy’s cheek and making her smile as
she nodded and watched him move around her, gently fingering her exposed thigh to leave her with a wanting tingle as he went back to the cabinet. When he returned, he had a pair of long leather arm gloves and tall boots with him.

  “We’ll get the gloves on you first, then the boots so you can sit down for a little while I warm up the set.” Julian explained, separating the well cared for and stiff boots from slender gloves for her arm to slide into. Much like the rest of the dress, they were deceptive, and reached much further up than her forearm or elbow, but pushed past where the shoulder of her dress lay.

  “Set?” Amy had to ask, looking around the room, still mostly covered up or hidden behind curtains. Many of the things hidden away had an ominous look, and considering this flare of passion for darker things, letting her imagination run wild only gave her another anxious thrill for what some of them might be or hold.

  “Mhm, it might not look it but I use most of this room for photography. More of a hobby, but when you have the money and space to do it, something like this is simple to set up. I said I wanted you to model, right? Well, you’re going to have a stage.” He explained, a rather smug curl to his smile as he tucked the second glove up past her elbow, tugging the shoulder-sleeves of Amy’s dress back down around them.

  “Oh…” Amy simply breathed out, too dazzled and taken to be surprised by anything. She clenched and waggled her fingers inside the gloves. Even the high cuffs of her dress held secluded buckles and straps, and those snugged down on her arms to keep the gloves firmly in place. That sensation of being trapped and bound raced through Amy again, making her bite her lip as she flexed and felt out the tight hug of soft leather on her.