SLADE: Captive to the Dark

by Alaska Angelini

  His hand turned my face to look back. Although I couldn’t see Slade straight away, I knew he was watching the expressions from my profile. “I do, Master.”

  Lips pressed against my cheek. “Then you will. But you have to promise me right now that you won’t change your mind. If you do, you’ll be punished. And I’m not talking about a spanking, Mary. Do you still want to mark me?”

  I could bite. I’d done it to him already. “Yes, Master.”

  He moaned, beginning to rub his cock against my stomach. Pre-cum made his movements slick, swiftly gaining him the perfect rhythm. The contact with my clit had me quickly forgetting about the mark. I knew he’d tell me when he was ready. Maybe Slade would change positions and give me better access later.

  “Time to please your master.”

  Slade eased back and pressure pushed against the opening of my pussy. The thickness entering was exactly what I needed. The aching in the center of my stomach was ruthless and I needed a release to the point of begging.

  “I’ve been thinking about this all day. Wet. Hot. Fucking tight. And all mine.”

  I gripped tighter to the silk as he inched his way into my channel, stretching me wide. Greedily, I could feel myself clutch to him. Clenching, wishing I could take his length in faster and keep him there.

  The belt tightened as Slade got halfway, and paused to let me adjust. The leather encircled my throat just enough to remind me of a constant grip. The sensation heightened my senses and my nipples tightened painfully, needing any sort of attention.

  As if my master read my mind, he reached around, rolling a tight nub between his fingers. “Do you feel how perfect you fit around me?” He withdrew, only to move in even more. “I was your first, and I want to be your last. The thought that someone could ruin what we have...” He grew quiet for a few seconds. “There’s no words for that, slave. The rage and hurt I would feel would be more than you could imagine. Right now, you’re fitted just for me. Don’t ever ruin that.”

  I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to have anyone inside of me the way Slade was. But the seriousness stripped me of my arousal no less than him pouring ice cold water over me. My head turned back, trying to get a good look at him. What did he want me to say, that I’d never have sex with anyone ever again? I couldn’t make a promise like that, regardless whether the thought seemed right in the moment or not. Just because I didn’t see myself wanting to have anyone else, what if he got over this temporary obsession with me and decided to move on? I was just expected not to? Lies may have come easily, but it sure as hell didn’t mean I liked telling them if I didn’t have to.

  “Stop overanalyzing.” The belt grew tighter at his pull. “I said my piece so you’d know where I stand. Now you do. If anything ever happens, I want my words to come crashing back into you. There’s only one way to make sure I get them through your head, and that’s by pounding them in there so they’ll permanently stay.”

  The tightening against my nipple had my eyes closing. Air came at a slow steady pace and I relaxed, giving in to it. Slade gripped my breast before making a path across my stomach, to rest over my clit. In slow circles he brought me back to brink of my orgasm.

  “Master, may I please move? I’m so close. I want to feel your cock go deeper.”

  “This deep?” Slade withdrew, only to surge forward. He still wasn’t all the way in, but I knew it wouldn’t take much to accomplish what I needed.

  “More. Please.” My voice grew an octave higher. My face dropped, thriving on the climax that was just within reach. The air cut off completely and I let the job of the restraint linger for a few seconds before lifting and giving into my life source.

  My lungs were barely replenished when Slade slammed into me, making me gasp.

  “Now, slave, I’ll make you remember whose pussy this belongs to. Each time you cum, I better hear a big fucking thank you out of those pretty little lips.”

  “Yes, Mast—

  Leather cut into my throat at Slade’s pull, making my eyes water. The immediate urge to fight, to rip that thing clean off my neck was the first reaction that rooted in my brain. My hand lifted before I had the chance to stop it. By the time I reached chest level, my brain kicked in and I dropped it to the comforter. Slade’s balls slapped against the mound of my pussy as he pounded into me again. The repeated thrusts had me growing lightheaded. Continuous sounds traveled from my mouth making me use too much air. Spots dotted my vision and I waited. Slade didn’t let me down. The belt was pulled off sending a whoosh of warmth tingling through my body.

  Weight pushed into the top of my slit, teasing my clit with every movement. I knew my orgasm was coming. My mouth opened and my eyes squeezed shut as I prepared for the power that was going to precede the waves of pleasure. It was right there. So close. Yet, I needed more. Something laced in pain.

  The slap against my ass did it. The blow came from nowhere, triggering an orgasm so explosive that I screamed my master’s name. Slade’s arms encircled around my chest and swept my arms out from under me. I crashed into the mattress with his weight pinning me down. The thrusts never ceased. Deeper he ground into me, holding his arms tight. The side of his rough cheek rubbed into mine.

  “These are my favorite times, Mary. Me as master, you as my slave, ready and willing to do anything I tell you. So obedient. Eagerly wanting what so many would balk from. Don’t you see what’s so apparent to me? We’re perfect for each other. Without you, I’m not me. No one’s seen the Slade that you have. Not full force.” His movements turned slow and deep. “I don’t want to hide who I am anymore, and I don’t want to give this to anyone else. Open yourself to me, slave. Let me show you why you shouldn’t leave. You may plan to play the part of my fiancée until you’re gone, but do me a favor. Believe it. Embrace it, and see what happens.”

  Slade’s hand moved under my face to cup my cheek. Tears stung my eyes and I kept them closed, praying one didn’t escape. Was he insane? How could he be so persuasive and tempting? I’d have to be crazy to allow myself to open up my heart and fall into the real role.

  The pad of his thumb traced over my bottom lip while his legs locked mine together, tightening my pussy around him even more.

  “Slave.” Small kisses pressed into the side of my face, traveling toward the edge of my lip. “I think I could come just calling you that. Tell me you want it deep inside of you. Just like before.”

  To say I hadn’t worried about him not using protection would have been a lie. It scared the crap out of me, but I knew I was covered. I’d been on the shot now for years so I wasn’t worried about the pregnancy part. But there were always other things. Maybe I was stupid to trust him, but for some reason I did.

  “I want you to, Master.”

  “You want me to what? Say it, slave.”

  “Come in me, Master.”

  “Fuck.” Slade pressed me further into the bed while his hand lowered between my legs. The stimulation to my clit combined with his other arm still tightly around me, set something off in my brain. I was consumed, body and mind, and soon I’d be taking him in even more.

  Vibrations from his deep sound sent every nerve ending tingling. Although he was crushed into me, I fought to move against his touch. “Slade.”

  “Give me what I want. Let me feel that pussy hugging my cock as tight as I’m holding onto you. You’re right there. Come on, darlin’.”

  The thickness pushed into me even slower. The swelling sent a jolt of pain and I screamed while I did as he asked. My mind freed and my body shook with an unbelievable force. His hot seed shot deep and my pussy clenched around him, wanting everything he had to give.

  “God, yes.” Slade jerked with each pump of his hips until he let out a sigh and collapsed half on me, half on the bed. I was instantly pulled to my side and molded into him. We never broke from our joining as minutes went by. Breathing increased next to me and he propped himself up on his elbow. “It’s time I go put your past to rest. If you need to say anything to him
, you have all rights to. I don’t really want you to stay the whole time. It’s going to get really bad. But, the choice is yours. Choose wisely.”

  Chapter 15

  Slade

  The walk down the hallway seemed to go on forever. Marcio and Brace followed behind, their footsteps light in contrast to their large build. Sweat was beginning to collect between mine and Mary’s hands as we held onto each other. Whether it was from me or her, I didn’t know. She was nervous. I knew that. But so was I. Not from what I was about to do, but from what Mary would see. The animal in me, the killer, was about to be exposed to the one person I didn’t want to scare. How would she react to my brutality? Would she fear me? Be disgusted by the ease at which I could wade through a person’s blood and not have an ounce of remorse? It’s not like I went out just killing people. Everyone who’d died at my hand deserved what they’d gotten. Still. If Mary turned from me, I wasn’t sure what I’d do.

  I reached for the door knob, pausing. “Are you sure you want to do this? You can wait in the room and try to get some rest. I know you have to be exhausted. You’ve been through a lot tonight.”

  A shuttering breath shook her chest. She stared at the wooden barrier separating her and the man who’d ruined her childhood. Her life. Not an ounce of emotion showed on her face, worrying me even more.

  “I’m not saying I’m going to stay the whole time. But there’s something I have to do first.”

  The knob turned in my hand and I pushed the door open. Plastic wrap lined the walls and floors. The crinkling under my feet sent my heart racing even faster. Thomas lay strapped to a small table in the center of the room. Wires hung down from the sensors on his fingers and the pad lying underneath him. The table he was on I’d used for many of my whores in the past. It was a BDSM special. Padded leather lined the top, accompanied with straps that fit around the chest, stomach, and legs. A ball gag rested in his mouth and he was completely nude. The blindfold that covered his eyes may have blocked his vision, but he had no problem hearing us. His head turned in our direction and Mary’s feet planted as I tried to walk her forward.

  “Wait.” She swallowed hard and I stayed quiet, letting her adjust to the scene. It didn’t take long. The width of her shoulders widened and she dropped her hand from my hold. Cautiously, she walked forward, appearing every bit the nervous little girl I knew she probably felt. This was what her nightmares were made of. I’d seen her wake in the middle of the night, trembling, sobbing from her dreams. All I could do was hold her tight. Tell her it was okay. Now, I was about to make it so.

  “There’s no boundaries here, Mary. Any sort of revenge or justice you need lies within these walls. Think of what happens here as a cleansing, to strip away devastation you’ve gone through. There’ll have to be more pain, but not for you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you, but me.”

  A cart of surgical tools rested next to the bed. Mary walked over, glancing at them, but never took her eyes off of Thomas for long. I walked deeper into the room. Marcio and Brace followed, shutting the door behind them. The small sound had her jumping. It was followed by Thomas struggling against the restraints. Sounds poured from his mouth and Mary didn’t move like I thought she would. Instead, she ripped the blindfold from his eyes. There was my girl. So strong in times where she should be downright terrified. “Hello, Thomas.”

  Her eyes narrowed while she stared down at him. Slowly, I moved toward the side, closer, completely and utterly fascinated. The dark thoughts she hid flickered, and it was as though I was looking into her soul. Damaged, but not broken. Not anywhere fucking close. A small smile came to her lips and she turned his head, unfastening the ball gag. “Tell me hello, Thomas.”

  The snarl that covered his mouth had my fists clenching.

  “Fuck you. This game is over, Mary. You’ve had your fun. Let me go.”

  I took a step forward, ready to pound into his face for talking to her like that. Mary stopped me in my tracks. She reached over to the cart and picked up a knife. The blade pushed into his throat, enough to cause a drop of blood to escape.

  “I said, tell me hello.”

  He laughed. “Why, hello, my dear little Mary. I’ve missed you. Although, I have to say, I’ve seen you quite often since our fateful day.” The hardening of his cock had my hand fisting his hair before I realized I’d even moved. My fingers twitched, ready to grab the knife and drive it home. Apparently someone hadn’t been taking his chemical injections. If what Mr. Hagen said was the truth, Thomas’s dick would have been useless.

  “You’ve been watching me?” The knife pressed more into his neck, drawing a small stream of blood. Thomas grunted.

  “Not like that. Just around. Running errands, and so forth. Seriously, Mary, you need to let me go. This is over the top, even for you.”

  I stepped in next to her, keeping my hold on his head. I wanted him looking at me, not at her like a piece of meat he was ready to devour. “I’m in charge of this. Not her. And you’re not going anywhere.”

  “Mr. Roberts, I understand you’re upset about your sister, but releasing your anger on me because of what happened isn’t going to bring her back any faster. If anything, you’re making things worse. I’m Governor Hagen’s right hand man. Why do you think I’m still in his employment? If you hurt or kill me, do you seriously think he’s going to let things go? I assure you, he’s not.”

  A laugh fell from my mouth. I couldn’t help it. “You act like you’re irreplaceable. He’ll find someone else to wipe his ass by tomorrow, if he hasn’t already. Brace, let’s get this started. My patience is running thin.” I turned to Mary. “Is there anything you want to do or say before we start the polygraph?”

  “Why?” She stared down at him, anger clearly on her face. “Why did you do it? What did I ever do to cause you to hurt me like you did? I trusted you. You were supposed to protect me.”

  The knife eased away from his neck as she waited. As I waited. The answer might have been one that she needed, but so did I. It would determine what route I planned to take with his torture.

  Thomas’s eyebrows drew in, but he remained quiet.

  “Answer her. Why?” My voice boomed through the room. This bastard was not going to leave Mary dissatisfied.

  “I don’t answer to any of you. Fuck…off.”

  My hand jerked the knife from her grip and I walked around her, grasping Thomas’s finger. “Every time you refuse to answer a question, I’m going to start chopping off your digits. When I run out of fingers, I’ll move to toes. Don’t believe me, go ahead and keep quiet. Your choice. Why?”

  Fear etched into the lines of his face while he looked from me to Mary. “Fine,” he bit out. “Mary.” Thomas turned to face her. “I watched you grow. Bloom. You were beautiful. Still are beautiful. You’ve never looked your age. You know that.”

  “That’s my answer?” Mary shook her head. “I was beautiful and looked older so you thought you’d rip my bathing suit bottoms down, spit on your cock, and shove it into my ass? God, you fucking make me sick. I was thirteen!” The quiet tone had turned loud toward the end. She reached out, placing her hand along his chin and squeezing the side of his mouth. “You ruined my life. Do you know that? Fucking ruined.” Blood oozed under and above her nails. Thomas tried shaking his head away, but she held on tight.

  “You fucking wanted it, bitch. Get off me!”

  I didn’t hesitate. Couldn’t think beyond hearing him. The knife connected hard with the leather beneath his finger. A loud yell echoed through the room, and I reached forward, stuffing the ball gag back into his mouth. Blood poured onto the plastic below and I waved Marcio over. “Cauterize the wound. Mary.” I grabbed her, pulling her away from Thomas. The green color of her eyes was dark as I stared down at her. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m good.” The separation of her lips and the shaking had me not so sure.

  “Are there any more questions before I start the polygraph? It’s going to get
pretty bloody. You might want to leave.”

  The smell of burnt flesh and more yells filled the room. Mary nodded. “I want to hear you ask one question before I go.”

  “What is that?” My hand rubbed her cheek, trying my best to somehow ease what she’d just seen. Was she really okay? She appeared on the pale side. Maybe it was being around her attacker, but I wasn’t sure. I’d wanted to wait until she was gone before I physically harmed him.

  Mary looked over at Thomas’s pale, sweaty body. Deep breaths made his chest rise and fall.

  “I want to know if he’s done this to any other girls. I have to know. If my father was truly keeping him impotent, he wouldn’t have been able to. At least…” her head snapped to me, “I want to know if he’s penetrated any young girls with anything. Himself, objects, toys. It had to have been rape. Will you be able to get that out of him from a polygraph even if he doesn’t answer?”

  I turned to Brace, who stood at the machine a few feet away. He nodded and I put my attention back to her. “Brace is the best at this. We’ll know.”

  “I’ll stay until then.”

  Marcio stepped away and I glanced down at the burnt nub. The disgust poured from me as I walked back up to him and removed the ball gag.

  “You’re fucking crazy. I’m going to kill you when I get out of here.”

  The side of my mouth rose into a half smile. “We’ll see about that. Now, Thomas, I’m going to ask you a series of questions. For every answer I don’t like, I’m going to cut off another one of your fingers. Your best bet is to be honest and tell me the truth, or it’s going to be a very long night for you.”

  Silence. I looked to Brace. He was ready, and so was I. “All right. Let’s start off with some simple questions. Is the woman standing next to me named Mary?”