Love So Dark: Billionaire Romance Duet

by Stasia Black

  He explains all this so calmly, like a professor discussing a scholarly subject they’ve put a lot of study into. It’s good, though, because somehow it makes it feel easier to ask questions.

  “I don’t get it.” My brows scrunch together. “I mean, I get that some people might want less pain, but can’t you just use the wooden paddle more softly? Not leaving marks seems like a good thing.”

  Daniel snorts and Jackson shoots him a glare. “Not speaking means no extra noises out of your mouth, either, submissive. Show disrespect again and I’ll uncuff you. We’ll be done before we start.” Jackson’s voice is a bark, much harsher than his usual measured monotone and nothing like the gentler, passionate voice he uses with me.

  Jackson turns back to me. “Some subs like to wear their master’s marks,” he explains. “Like the collars. It’s another sign of ownership.”

  “Ownership?” I can’t help the hostility in my voice at the word. Every time I start to think that all of this is something I could be into, I learn something else that throws up a red flag. “No human being should ever think they can own another person.”

  Jackson keeps his eyes steadily on mine. “It’s called a power exchange. Exchange, as in, giving willingly. The most important part of dominance or submission is the bond of trust between the partners. Think of everything we’ve seen tonight.”

  He takes my hand and it’s a struggle not to startle at the warmth of the contact. It’s so oddly intimate. More intimate than what I’ve done with the handful of faceless men over the past few weeks.

  This is Jackson. My stupid breath even hitches. Once he has me positioned behind Daniel, I snatch my hand back. Jackson doesn’t comment, he just moves around so that he’s right behind me.

  Again, the intoxicating scent of his aftershave encircles me. So goddamn masculine. His arm comes around me from behind and he covers my hand that holds the paddle with his. Damn, how am I supposed to breathe regularly with him this close? It’s so unfair that in such a short time, I’ve come to associate his scent with a sense of safety. There was a long while there where I never thought I’d be able to ever feel safe again.

  I want to pull away, but Jackson is back in instruction mode. “You want to have a firm hand, but the key to being a good Domme is learning to watch your sub for even the most subtle of indicators. Part of that bond of trust I was talking about is trusting them to signal if it’s too much for them to handle.”

  “The flipside is that they need to be able to trust you to be watching and aware, able to call it if it’s getting out of hand, especially if you are playing with more inexperienced subs who don’t know their limits yet.”

  “How will I know if I’m hitting too hard?” I ask, looking over my shoulder to Jackson. I can’t stomach the thought of hurting anyone. Not after being on the receiving end.

  “That’s why I’m showing you. You’ll get a feel for it. Plus,” he smiles, “Daniel’s the most willing victim you’ll find. If you hit him a little too hard while you’re figuring everything out, he’ll only enjoy it.”

  Okay. I manage a small smile back. I see now why he picked Daniel. I’m still not quite prepared when Jackson’s hand, still covering mine, brings my arm back and then lets loose so that the paddle I’m holding whack’s Daniel’s ass. Hard.

  My eyes shoot wide open. I felt that one reverberate all the way up my forearm but Daniel didn’t even so much as flinch.

  Jackson lets go of my hand. “Just so you know you don’t have to be afraid of smacking too hard. That’s nothing to Daniel. You don’t have to go that hard at first, but you don’t have to be afraid either.”

  I blink rapidly and swallow. Damn, I really wish there was like, a water fountain around here or something. I’m fucking parched. Then I ignore my dry mouth and turn back to the task at hand.

  Which, you know, is the ass in front of me.

  That I’m supposed to spank.

  Ever have one of those moments in life where you’re like: how the fuck did I get here? Yeah, I have one of those for a quick second.

  And then I get the fuck over it and start paddling the hell out of the ass of a stranger I just met.

  Seven

  CALLIE

  I don’t start out spanking nearly as hard as Jackson did. You might almost call them love taps at first. The smack of wood on skin still reverberates with a satisfying wallop throughout the room.

  “You’re doing great, but don’t be afraid to put more force behind it.” Jackson’s arm comes around me from behind again and I just now realize that the position isn’t setting off all my alarms like it has when other men have approached me that way in the past few months.

  “Alternating cheeks like that is a good idea, but remember the paddle is long enough that you can also hit both at once.” He demonstrates and then I try.

  I smack both Daniel’s ass cheeks with the long flat part of the paddle, right in the center. Daniel doesn’t flinch—more like a shudder goes throughout his entire body.

  I move so that I can check his face and gauge how he’s doing. Jackson said that’s an important part of all this and I don’t want to fuck it up my first run out of the gate. Daniel has his torso pressed into the brick wall, his head is slightly thrown back, and his features are a mottled mix of agonized pleasure.

  Okay. Wow. Guess everything’s good here. I don’t get it but at the same time—I look over at Jackson and the difficult breathing thing—oh yeah, I’m feeling that majorly.

  This whole thing is insane, but… Jackson’s only got eyes for me and there’s a heat that seems to match what I’m feeling. Doing what we’re doing… together… Holy shit, this is the craziest, hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life.

  The Sahara Desert in my mouth only seems drier but another part of my body is making up for it with moisture in spades.

  “Why don’t you try with your own hands now?” Jackson’s breath is hot in my ear.

  He caresses a hand from my shoulder down my arm, tracing my forearm to my hand where he finally takes the paddle from me. “There’s nothing quite like feeling the heat of their skin. Feeling them tremble under your dominance.”

  He moves to my other ear, the heat of his breath on the back of my neck making goosebumps rise. “Try it. You know you want to.”

  My breath hitches. I’ve always found the low growl of his voice sensual. I twist around to glance up at him, but not at his eyes. I only make it to his lips. They too have always fascinated me. The way the top one is a little bit fuller than the bottom.

  Unlike Daniel, there’s nothing feminine about Jackson. Or the way he’s used those lips on me in the past.

  Jackson gestures with a head nod back to the naked man in front of us. Startled, I look at Daniel, who’s started shifting back and forth on his feet as if to get our attention.

  “Submissive, you will stand still,” Jackson orders, “Obey or the session ends now.”

  Daniel immediately goes motionless. I on the other hand feel like I can barely stand still, I’m so alive with too much energy pulsing just beneath my skin.

  The command in Jackson’s voice. Holy shit. So fucking hot. I want that. Which is… Just confusing. Because I don’t want him commanding me. So maybe I just want to be like him?

  Fuck all this thinking.

  I rear my hand back and really let loose on Daniel’s ass. Daniel lets out a low oof, the first noise he’s made all night. I don’t worry that I’ve hurt him. Even from the little exposure I’ve had, I’m pretty sure to him, that felt amazing. And it only sets off another round of crazy fucking adrenaline shooting through my blood.

  I glance up at the chains securing Daniel to the wall. I’m completely safe. I could do anything to him. It’s a total goddamn rush—even as I know that he trusts me not to hurt him because of these rules we agreed to before we started.

  God, that’s part of what makes it so good. I feel… free. Finally free. At least in this moment. But to even have a moment of freedom… there w
ere days I never thought I’d get this.

  I can’t help the growing grin on my face as I spank Daniel again. This time I go a little softer but only because I want this to last. Daniel’s ass has started to turn pink between the paddle and my spanking. I try to work around to areas that are still white as I continue the spanking.

  Holy shit. Spanking. Just thinking about what I’m doing as I’m doing it gets me even more excited. This shit is forbidden. Completely taboo. Yet this stranger is letting me do it to him.

  “Daniel likes vocalizations too,” Jackson says, again in my ear. It startles me and more goosebumps shoot up and down my body. It’s been quiet in the room except for the sound of my hand meeting Daniel’s flesh. I thought Jackson had stepped back, but now here he is so close again, body warm at my back.

  As much as I enjoy his voice, his words puzzle me.

  “Vocalizations?”

  He leans in, so close that his cheek grazes mine from over my shoulder. If I thought I had goosebumps before, it’s nothing compared to the absolute shiver that runs through my body and straight down to my core at his nearness and what he says next.

  “This scene doesn’t have to be sexual, but it can be if it’s what you want. Humiliation is what turns Daniel on. You’re the Mistress. This scene is whatever you want it to be.”

  He pulls back and when I look over my shoulder, I see his eyes are dilated.

  Jackson wants me.

  I’m not the only one completely fucking turned on by what’s going on here.

  Jackson lifts a finger and traces my bottom lip before dipping it inside my mouth. I let out a small growl and then bite down on his finger. He draws in a quick breath and he yanks his finger back, but his eyes don’t move from mine.

  Electricity sparks between us. Yet somehow I manage my wits enough to say, “If I’m the Mistress of this scene, stop trying to top me.”

  Half of his mouth lifts in a smile and he dips his head ever so slightly. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Mistress.”

  I turn my gaze back on Daniel, eyes narrowing quizzically. “Humiliation?” The question is addressed to Jackson.

  “Continue with your spanking,” he whispers, again in my ear, only this time he ends with a brief bite on my lobe that elicits a sharp gasp before he goes to lean against the wall right beside Daniel. He crosses his arms leisurely as he watches us.

  “You pathetic fucking pain slut,” Jackson sneers. “Bringing your sorry ass to me of all people. What a sad, sad little cunt. What? You’re so fucked up you can’t even find your own Domme to play with you?”

  I pause mid-wallop in shock at Jackson’s harsh words. But he just aims a glare my way and nods toward Daniel’s ass. I glare back and deliver a smack anyway, but not a hard one.

  “That’s right, pretty boy. Such a pretty face for such a fucked up little cunt. No wonder no one wants you.”

  All right, that’s enough. I’m about to go slap some sense into Jackson when he nods again. I think he’s trying to tell me to keep spanking Daniel but then he continues talking while gesturing.

  “That’s what makes you hard, isn’t it, you twisted fuck? Hearing me call you a cunt-faced pussy.”

  I move around Daniel’s side and see that Jackson’s not wrong. Daniel’s cock, which has been totally flaccid throughout the whole session is now standing at full mast—red, pulsing, and thick.

  My mouth drops open and I look at Jackson. He merely shrugs and then gestures to me like I should start talking now.

  I move back to my position on the left side of Daniel and spank him a few more times. Jackson stays quiet and I notice Daniel’s dick start to deflate.

  Well hell. Here he is letting us use him as a crash test dummy for my spanking skills and if I don’t woman up, he won’t get anything out of it. That doesn’t seem fair.

  “What, is your cock that sensitive? It’s going to droop because it doesn’t get attention for three seconds?” The words are out of my mouth before I can really think it over. I bite my lip, feeling like a total bitch, but when I glance down again, there his cock goes, all the way back up and pointing toward his stomach again.

  Jackson moves off the wall and comes to stand beside me. “Shit-talking is part of being a Domme. A lot of subs find it freeing.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Doms and Dommes too. Try it. Let your inner bitch out. See how good it feels.”

  “Don’t be such a God damn mother fucking bastard,” I call out as I give Daniel a good wallop, but it’s Jackson who I’m staring at as I say it. “Nobody likes a fucking know it all cunt sucker.”

  Oh my God, I can’t believe I just said those things, but that exhilaration I was feeling moments ago? That high is ten times higher now.

  Jackson’s eyes flare dangerously but if anything, he only looks like he wants to devour me more. He moves away and returns with one of the small floggers.

  I spank Daniel a few more times and then Jackson starts to work the flogger up and down Daniel’s back. Like Mistress Nightblood, he flicks his wrist back and forth so that the flogger responds in a complicated X pattern. I step back and watch his mastery with the instrument.

  At first I think he’s going to calmly instruct me in this to, but no, he’s just getting into it. Sweat breaks out on his brow as a rose flush rises all over Daniel’s back.

  “Tell me, you cock-sucking mother-fucker, how did you lose your virginity?” Jackson asks Daniel. “Did you get your cherry popped when you were repeating your senior year at nineteen in a pity fuck? Or was it a prostitute you had to hire because no one else wanted your tiny little cock near them?”

  Daniel lets out what I can only describe as a low-pitched mewl and throws his head back even further.

  My breath shoots in and out of my lungs in short, stuttered pants. I’ve never seen Jackson this way. Everything happening is insanely fucking hot, but at the same time I’m frustrated. Jackson took over with the vocalizations because after my first few attempts, I just couldn’t keep it up. I got embarrassed or… I don’t even know what, but something keeps holding me back.

  But as I watch Jackson completely mastering Daniel, it just—I feel—well, Jackson said I got to be the Mistress. Yet somehow over the last ten or fifteen minutes, I’ve let myself be completely shut out of it.

  At the same time, I’m only getting more and more fucking turned on. Which makes all the frustration feel even more acute.

  “Oh, now you want to cum, don’t you, you goddamn whore,” Jackson taunts and for the fucking life of me, even though I know he’s talking to Daniel, it seems like he’s aiming the barb at me.

  That’s it.

  I’m fucking done with being a spectator.

  I walk over to the props table, find exactly what I’m looking for and grab it. I’m about to talk back to Daniel and Jackson when I pause, go back to the table, grab another item, then return to the boys.

  Jackson’s eyes track me as I approach but I ignore him. I continue ignoring him as I unzip the top of my suit, pull my arms out, then continue unzipping it. Turns out it’s a lot easier to take off than put on.

  And yeah, okay, I will admit it is satisfying as hell when Jackson’s steady flogging pauses and I hear him audibly suck in a breath. I still don’t look in his direction. My large breasts are on display but I’m barely aware of it, I’m so focused.

  I don’t take the suit all the way off. I merely unzip it and push it over my hips so that my ass and pussy are exposed. I suck in a sharp breath as my warm and wet nether lips are freed to the cool air.

  I’m so swollen down there and I can’t help rubbing my forefinger several times over my clit. I do this with my eyes to Jackson. I’m not disappointed. His eyes are glued to my hand as I massage myself.

  I smile. Good. I’m back in control of this show.

  Now. I look down at the two-way dildo in my hand and the complicated elastic bands. How the hell do I put this thing on?

  “May I assist Mistress?” Jackson’s voice sounds funny. Tight and a little high
-pitched. He hasn’t taken any steps toward me and his posture is very stiff. One glance down and I see his back isn’t the only thing that’s stiff. I smirk.

  Then I’m startled at myself. Because Jackson’s not chained up and we’re not in public. And I’m not freaked out at being basically alone in this room with him.

  I’m comfortable with him. I’m not afraid. And God it feels so good not to be afraid.

  I nod to Jackson. “Yes.” My own voice sounds a little funny.

  But I don’t tense up as he comes closer. He’s quite the gentleman. His eyes don’t drop to my breasts like I anticipate they will. Instead, he takes the large black dildo from my hands and I feel a zing at the slight contact of his fingers.

  “Put your hands up.” He swallows after he says it. Maybe I’m not the only one who wishes they’d brought a water bottle.

  My chest heaves up and down even faster as I do as he asks. I lift my arms up and he pulls on one of the dildo’s elastic bands. It stretches wide and he lifts it up and over my head. He slides it down over my raised arms, then to my shoulders, then…

  “I’ve got it,” I say, taking over when the band gets to my underarms. He steps back as I roll it over my breasts, down my waist and then just below my hips.

  Now one end of the two-pronged dildo teases at my entrance and I shudder, rolling my shoulders at the feel of it. I flick my eyes up to Jackson’s as I widen my stance slightly. The tip of the fake cock slips inside me.

  I stick the tip of my tongue out between my lips and bite down as I grasp the head of the outer dildo and use it to guide the inner one further inside myself.

  Oh God, so full, so fucking good.

  “Ooohhhhhhh,” I moan and arch my breasts out toward Jackson. “It’s going so deep.”

  He takes a step toward me but I shake my head. Then I snap my fingers at him and point to a chair by the wall. “You sit there and watch.”

  He drops his chin and glares at me, more than a glint of defiance in his eyes. He’s a Dom. He’s never on the receiving end of orders.