by Hilary Storm
“Is this part of the business arrangement you have planned?” Who was that pathetic, breathy person talking? I’ve never heard her before in my life.
“No, just a bonus.” He slips his hand lower until he’s touching my bare leg, then without any resistance from me he reaches around and runs a finger over the small swatch of material that’s meant to make me feel covered. “I like the lace. But I hope you aren’t too attached to it.” He circles his finger over my clit, sending my back melting against his chest. “Hold still.” And with that he grips the tiny piece of lace and rips it, his second hand helping to tear apart what’s left around my waist.
I want to yell and scream at him for assuming he could rip my clothes… but I can’t speak. He has me breathless and begging for his touch again. My clit is pulsing and I find myself longing for more when he adjusts my dress back into position and slips my panties into his pocket. “That was my counter-offer.” He lightly bites my ear just before he steps away, leaving my back cold to the air and missing the heat from his body instantly.
“Joe is waiting.” He takes my hand and waits for me to lock my apartment before leading me down the stairs and to a limo. “Joe, this is Camille. You will be her driver from here on out.” I barely here what he’s saying over the thumping of my heartbeat in my chest.
“Damon, no.”
“We can do this with everything… or you can learn that I usually get what I want and choose your battles wisely. Is this really something you want to use your energy on when you know so much more is coming? I won’t negotiate when it comes to you having people around to take care of you. This business deal will make you very popular, so you’ll need security in place. Joe is my best guy and who I trust to make sure you get where you’re supposed to be when I’m not there.” I don’t argue. I don’t remind him that I haven’t taken the job yet, because honestly he won’t listen to me about that anyway.
I need to spend the day with him and then decide if this project is something I can really do. Until then I’m just going to let him be himself… let him say and do as he would without me interjecting… that will be the only way to know the real Mr. Darkness.
“Fine. But can you please clear decisions like this with me first?”
“I’ll consider it.”
“How nice of you.” I move over in the seat, allowing him to decide whether he sits next to me or leaves a space. He puts his arm over my shoulder and pulls me against his body. I leave my legs crossed tightly, trying to prevent any finger slippage from him that’ll no doubt send my sex-starved body into a fit. I’m obviously hyper-sensitive when it comes to this man and I don’t need Joe witnessing me come undone.
“Joe, please take us to the cave.”
“Will do, Mr. Deverick.” Joe responds as the partition glass is closing.
“The cave? Should I be worried?”
“You should never be worried when you’re with me, Camille. You’ll soon learn this and it’ll become second nature.” He lightly grips my thigh, putting his fingers around the leg that’s closest to him. I cross my hands just next to his and don’t encourage him to move any further up. I know without a doubt if I uncrossed my legs, we’d be thrown straight into desperate groping and racing straight to sex.
I turn to take in the city as we pass the tall downtown buildings, trying not to think about how quickly he can flip my emotions.
“I’ll be introducing you to the crew tonight, but just remember you won’t have to deal with any of them on a regular basis. It’ll only be on production days where everyone is required to be there. Most of the days will be just a small handful of people.” I can already tell he’s trying to cushion the torture I’ll be putting myself through doing this for him. “Today we’ll just be working with some of the regulars that will work with me. Three women and five men will be at the cave, all of them ready to show you what you’re getting into.”
“You don’t want to brief me on some of it before we arrive? You’d rather me go in blind?”
“I like how you think. No, it’s best if I just show you. I don’t want you having any predetermined judgments based on your own limitations. You need to experience it all for yourself before you make any decisions.” None of that makes me feel any better and I sure as hell am regretting leaving the house in this dress.
I need my head examined. This isn’t like me, I don’t go anywhere and I sure don’t do something that’ll draw attention like wearing this dress. No matter how much I want to make him turn around the limo and take me home, I can’t. He wouldn’t take me anyway.
“I can sense your inner turmoil. Your body gives you away.” I turn to look at him, his blue eyes pulling my attention before his mouth does.
“I’m fine.” He stops me from talking any further with his thumb sliding down my bottom lip while his other fingers curl under my chin.
“Camille. Before this is over you’ll learn to communicate with me. You’ll realize that you can speak to me in ways that only I’ll be able to understand.” His thumb slides back and forth, gently brushing my entire bottom lip. “I’ll be able to simply look at you and you’ll know what I want as well.”
“You’re pretty transparent you know. I think I may already be able to guess what you want.” I whisper my response to him, his closeness forcing the restraint in the volume of my voice.
“Then why aren’t you responding?”
“Because we’re in a limo, on our way to conduct business.” I lay my hand on his forearm, pulling it down to my lap, keeping him from distracting me with his touch any further. “And I want to keep a clear head about all of this.”
“I can respect that. If you’re willing to admit you’re intrigued by me. Not only what I’ve offered you in business, but that you crave what I can possibly do for you sexually. Tell me I have you wet, just from taking your panties earlier.” His words get deeper as he talks.
“Please. It takes more than just some panty ripping to get me going.” I feign success in that wetness battle, even though it wouldn’t take much for him to prove me wrong. “Now where are we headed? I need to send my sister the address so she knows where to find me if you decide to pull any serial killer stunts.” His blatant laughter startles me. He sits forward to pull a water bottle from the mini-fridge, offering it to me before he begins to talk.
“Camille, you amuse me.” He sits back against the seat, removing himself from practically hovering over me with his near presence. Choosing not to play into his baiting, I simply nod no to his drink offer and return to watching the streets pass in the window next to me. “You can send your sister the address, but she won’t be needing it.”
“Isn’t that something all murderers would say?”
“Not sure. But believe me, I want you alive for what I have planned.”
“What exactly is it you have planned?” I continue to talk toward the window, refusing to look at him and allow him to consume me once again.
“You’ll soon see Camille, but it won’t be more than you want yourself.” I’m thoroughly confused by this man. His appeal leaves me breathless and I should be terrified out of my mind, but I’m not. I’m fascinated by his every word. His every move. “We’re pulling into the drive now. You can share your location with your sister if you’d like.” I pull out my phone and send an email to myself with the location. If something happens to me, they’d look there anyway and this will keep my sister from showing up uninvited while I’m working. I can feel the heat of his stare as I do, but I don’t let him deter me from doing it. He needs to think someone has my whereabouts and will be looking for me even though I don’t feel like he’s going to be a danger to me.
“Is there anything I should know before we go in there?”
“Just be open-minded and don’t rush to any decisions until I’ve taken you home tonight. Can you promise me that?” He slides his fingers around my hand and pulls it toward him just as the car comes to a stop, shifting closer to the door as he does.
We s
tep out of the limo while Joe holds the door open for us. He’s looking down at his hand as I stand… almost as if he’s been trained not to look at a woman on Damon’s arm. I shift my dress lower on my legs and then allow Damon to lead the way with my arm tucked inside his. Not that I did that by choice, he reached for my hand and did it before we took our first step.
He walks me up the trail created by concrete walls on both sides before he stops and turns to me. “You mentioned going in blind and I think that’s a perfect idea.” He begins to remove his dark blue tie, sliding it through his collar in the sexiest way. His mouth is parted and I watch as his tongue leaves a trail of moisture on his lips just before he holds it up. “Turn around. Consider this the first test.”
“Test?”
“To see how well we work together. If you can trust me to guide you into an unknown place, then we’re already further than most business partners.” Is he really going to pretend this is still about business?
I turn and allow him to put the silk over my eyes and then stand still as he carefully works it so that I can’t possibly see anything. His strong hands guide me to turn around before he leads me down the path once again.
With one hand holding mine and the other on the lowest part of my back, I take each step slowly, my head held high trying to allow my other senses to take control and give me some insight as to where I am, but getting very little. A slight breeze and the smell of flowers are the only things I notice. The path is made out of concrete with steps going up every once in a while. My heels echo between the walls allowing me to imagine them still at our sides.
He talks me through the first few steps, “Don’t grip my hand, allow me to hold yours. Feel me guide you. When my thumb swipes the back of your hand, then you know there’s a step.” It’s rough the first few steps, my mind learning to focus on only his touch. He begins to lead me with only his silent gestures until we reach the end of the path. The sound of my footsteps changes as we get near and I can tell we’re standing in front of something large, but the walls to the side are now gone.
I stand still waiting for him to guide me further, but he doesn’t. His feet shift behind me while he pulls his hand from mine. “Jesus Camille. You have no idea what you do to me.” His breath blows past my ear as he removes the tie, sliding it down to my neck and then after a simple loop, he moves it so that it drapes down my back. His fingers touch me every chance he gets and it takes everything I have to remain perfectly still, knowing he’s analyzing my body along with every move I make. “So perfect.” His large hands adjust the tie so that it’s smooth around my neck. “This’ll have to do.” The brush of silk hitting my back only heightens my already over the top sensations, sending chills over me once again.
Allowing my fingers to tickle the silk as I turn to face him, I try not to look directly into his eyes. “Are you sure I’m the right person for the job?”
“Why do you keep asking?” He lifts my chin until I’m looking into his eyes.
I swallow hard before I answer. “Because I just don’t see us being able to concentrate enough to work together.”
“That’s very possible, but I insist that we try. Now remember, open your mind to what I’m showing you. Free it from judgement and just let me show you my world today.” His stern stare forces me to nod in agreeance, even though I’m not sure what I just consented to. Worst case scenario, I leave. I can always get my sister to have one of her goons come out here to save me.
Chapter Seven
The house is dim, with only a few strategic lamps lit as we enter. Dark, rich looking furniture fills the front room making it seem obsessively masculine and too perfect to enter. A huge, ornate desk takes up one side of the room, with an elaborate credenza covering the entire wall directly behind it.
He leaves me standing at the entrance to the room, taking his place standing behind the desk, one hand on the back of the chair and the other motioning me to sit across the desk from him. “I need you to sign something before we get started.”
He slides a single sheet across the table, the tattoos on the back of his hand pulling my attention. Pointing to the line he wants me to sign as he pulls a pen from his jacket while I sit down. “I told you I wanted my lawyers to read any contracts between us.”
“This isn’t a contract, it’s simply a confidentiality agreement stating what you see and learn today won’t be shared with anyone else.”
“Don’t you think this trust thing should go both ways?” He smirks at me as I sit with perfect posture and wait for his answer.
“I do… and it will. But business is business. We can treat pleasure any way you’d like, but I have to protect my career.”
“Understandable.” I lean forward to read the exact wording of the document and have no problem with the simple statement. “Do you need this signed in blood, or will a pen suit you?”
“The pen will suffice today.” He retrieves it from the desk the second I set it down after signing on the line, sliding it back in his pocket before taking off his jacket. The black button up fits him snugly, showing off the muscles he’s been partially hiding underneath the jacket.
I let my eyes scrape over his body, taking in everything noticeable about him, burning it all into memory to pull from later. “You know all you have to do is ask and I’ll let you see everything.” The lump in my throat grows as he calls me out for practically raping him with my eyes.
“What? No.” I stand quickly. “Show me why you brought me here.”
He steps around the desk and moves to a set of double doors on the opposite side of the room. Waiting for me to join him, he then slides one of the doors open revealing a long hall way. When he closes the door behind us it quickly becomes apparent why he made me sign the confidentiality agreement.
“You brought me into a sex house?”
“Camille. This is simply a club where we encourage people to fulfill their own fantasies.” He begins to walk slowly, his voice low as if he’s trying to not be heard. “Everything is consensual and every member is protected and safe while they’re here.” He opens the first door, placing a single finger over his lips to silence me. My eyes are instantly locked on the woman strapped to the wall, her breasts and neck perfectly wrapped with rope, her eyes blindfolded and her skin painted with red marks.
The crack of a whip startles me, making me gasp… and the woman’s head to turn. I know she heard me and it makes me feel guilty for watching when she doesn’t know we’re in here, but I can’t take my eyes off of her. With every lash, she lets out a moan that almost makes me want to help her, but then I see her bite her bottom lip and smile. She likes it.
I wrap my arms around Damon’s and watch her torture for a few more minutes, expecting for it to be over after every new mark is made. The guy working her over only has a mask and pants on, giving me no feeling of connection to him at all. She has me enthralled and continues to… even when he finally sets down the whip and picks up a knife.
My heart beats rapidly while I try to predict what he’ll do to her next. He dips the knife into a vase before he slides it over her stomach, allowing the side of the blade to smear red in its trail. He turns it over and does the same to her upper neck, just above where the rope is wrapped.
He whispers something in her ear and I’m mesmerized by the way she reacts to him. She’s clinging to everything he does. Her face instinctively turning towards him as he moves from side to side, focusing on every detail.
He lays the blade against her, flat between her legs causing her to shift as if she’s for the first time unsure about what he’ll do. He reacts by gripping her hair into his fist and yanking her head back, so he can talk into her face. I wish like everything I could hear what they’re saying, but I can’t. I get it though; the soft-spoken words are the only intimacy they can share with us watching in the room.
I watch her nod to him before he slips the knife to her chest and wedges it under the ropes. His firm grip in her hair tightens just before he rips
the blade through part of the rope—allowing her chest to fall free—one more slice and the rest of it slips down her body and lands on the ground at her feet.
My squeeze on Damon’s arm is the only part of me that isn’t locked onto the scene in front of me. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling. Part of me is terrified for her, while I can’t shake the feeling of anticipation as I wait for him to do something else.
She leans her head back as his hand grips around her neck, squeezing tight and preventing her next breath. The power she’s giving him in this act speaks volumes, which is something I’m not sure I’d ever be able to do.
He bites her bottom lip before he leans over her, covering her mouth with his. Red stain is left behind when he drags his fingers down her chest, making me wonder if it’s real blood covering her body.
The knife becomes my focus again as he slices through the restraints on her wrists, fully freeing her before he bends her over, unzips his pants and pushes into her from behind.
My inhale matches hers while I imagine the chaos going through her mind as he continues to fuck her hard and fast, leaving her no time to adjust to his invasion. His pants fall to his ankles and it’s just then that I notice his muscles flexing as he grips her hips and thrusts even faster when she begins to scream in ecstasy.
I find myself squeezing my own muscles deep inside as I watch them both orgasm together. She collapses to the floor and he joins her, holding her against his chest as they come down from their high. She’s still blindfolded when we leave the room, but I can tell he watches us as Damon guides me out.
