Darkest desires, p.1
Darkest Desires, page 1
Copyright © 2023 by LINZVONC
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For all the lovers who can’t settle for one lover, even if you end up with just one in the end.
It’s all about the journey, right? ;)
CONTENTS
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
Afterword
Read on for a sneak peek of my next release…
Hard Game
About the Author
FOREWORD
First of all, this book has trigger warnings galore. The full list is on my website, but if in doubt, don’t read this book. Seriously, please read responsibly! Only you know your own mental health, so only read on if you are comfortable.
This story is set in the UK. The language is British English.
Here’s some slang those not in the UK may not know:
A mothers meeting
Pointless natter about nothing in particular
Running a mile
Wanting to run as far as possible away from the situation.
Arse
Ass, bum.
I am an indie self-published author, so if there are any errors here, please get in touch ASAP so I can rectify them!
Thank you eternally.
Linz xx
1
ELIZABETH
Bodies writhing. Mouths on dicks. Mouths on pussies. The sound of sweaty skin slapping. Guttural moans.
“You okay, Lizzie?”
A man was handcuffed to a bed, with a thick black blindfold covering his eyes, and my gaze drifted towards his hands. On the bed, a woman stood above him while the tassel of her whip trailed over his throbbing dick, causing him to shudder.
The next section showed a man pounding into a woman from behind while she was suspended by ceiling restraints and her legs were shackled to the floor.
“I’m good.” I swallowed, unable to tear my eyes from the man fucking the woman, powerless to move. Clamps gripped her nipples, a ball in her mouth stifling her screams as he slapped her arse cheeks, grunting.
“You’re very quiet.” Brandon, my boyfriend, said, his eyes searching mine.
“Brandon, I’m good. We said we’d come and look around, so let’s do that.” I answered with a shrug.
“You can get a drink and watch the plays if you want?” Gary, our host suggested, motioning to an elegant bar behind us. “Let me know your poison, and I’ll get you one. We don’t allow people to get drunk here, so no more than one drink per person, though, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t drink anyway.” I smiled. “Can I just have ice water?”
“A beer for me, pal,” Brandon added, guiding me to the seats directly before the couple on stage fucking.
Up close, I saw the woman’s eyes roll when her body convulsed, the man murmuring things into her ear as she shook, still crying out.
I’d never orgasmed like that.
Brandon lifted his brows as the man moved his gaze to us, a smirk on his lips. He was ripped to fuck, and covered in tattoos. Sweat dripped from his body as he crossed in front of the woman, releasing her from the restraints one at a time. Her body slumped onto his, but he caught her, wrapping one arm around her waist while he finished untying her binds.
“Would you do that?” Brandon asked with interest, nodding to the woman with the man tied to the bed, fastening something to his balls.
“Tie your balls up? Sure,” I said with a smile as he brushed his lips over mine.
“No, I mean, would you control me like that?” The eager look in his eyes told me that’s what he wanted, but I couldn’t stop thinking about being tied up and fucked by a man like the tattooed god I’d just seen.
“I’d try it, but it wouldn’t do anything for me.”
“You would?” Ignoring the latter part of my comment, Brandon’s eyes widened. “Yes, Lizzie.”
“The next couple are traditional Dom and Sub,” Gary said as he returned with our drinks. “They’re very confident, but remember, trust is crucial in a relationship like that.”
A woman crawled onto the stage on her hands and knees, facing the audience before she sat up, her hands clasped on her lap. She was naked and stared down at a spot on the ground in front of her, barely moving a muscle. I was gripped with fascination.
What was she waiting for? The man?
My heart was pumping with the excitement of not knowing, but one glance at Brandon showed his complete disinterest. He was watching the woman in control in the other section. It seems like we were the same—both submissive.
Shit.
I’d have to pretend to love dominating him like I always did. Brandon was lazy in bed and preferred to watch me on top of him, and he loved me yanking his hair and telling him what to do. What he didn’t understand was that I craved that.
Gary folded his arms beside us, his eyes watching the same show I was hooked on.
The man who strolled out was in a suit. I bit my lip, watching as he tugged his tie off, commanding the woman to put her hands behind her back. His voice was soft yet authoritative, and the woman instantly moved her hands back, her back straightening at the sound of his voice.
“What’s his name?” I whispered, unable to stop staring at him.
“Zeus,” Gary said with a chuckle. “Ain’t that the truth.”
Zeus slid his blazer off, throwing it on the chair beside them. “Have you still got them in, Princess?” Zeus asked, unbuckling his trousers.
The woman before him, Princess, nodded, licking her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
A shudder ran through me, and I sucked on my straw, unable to take my eyes away from Zeus.
“Good girl.”
I squirmed in my chair when Zeus stood before the woman, stroking his dick against her lips.
“How do I taste?”
“So good, Daddy.”
“Do you want to choke on my cock?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Zeus stepped away, crouching down to look into her dismayed eyes.
“Did I do something wrong, Daddy?” Her lip quivered.
“You didn’t use your manners,” Zeus reminded her, tilting her chin to look at him. “Try again, and don’t fuck up.”
“Please, can I choke on your cock, Daddy?”
Zeus smirked at the audience, his eyes locking onto mine as he faltered, his mask slipping for a second before he turned back to his submissive, pushing his dick into her mouth.
“Yes, Princess.”
His hips thrust forward slightly, her moans stifled by his dick as he throat fucked her. Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks as he pumped into her, stopping to check she was still okay halfway through.
“How are you doing on my cock?”
“I’m good,” she answered, her voice thick with lust. “Please, Daddy, let me continue.”
“Not yet,” Zeus said, walking behind her and lifting her to her feet. “How many hours have you had these in for?”
His hand caressed her arse cheeks, his finger close to the puckered hole between them.
“Six hours, Daddy, like you told me to.”
“I’m going to take them out and replace them with my dick. Be a good girl, and don’t cum until I tell you to. Understand, Princess?”
I gripped the chair so hard I barely breathed, leaning forward as Brandon eyed me in confusion.
“You like this, Lizzie?”
I nodded, my eyes locked on the woman’s arse cheeks, watching as Zeus tugged on the string, a sharp hiss leaving her lips as he did.
“Did you say something, Princess?” Zeus purred, pausing as one ball dangled from the woman’s arse.
She’d been wearing those all day?!
“No…no, Daddy,” the woman stammered as Zeus led her to the bed in the corner of the room.
He positioned her on her knees, her head turning to gaze at the audience as her bound hands rested on her back.
“If you make another sound, I’ll take them out, and I won’t touch you for a week,” Zeus said, tugging on the ball.
The woman’s face scrunched up in what initially seemed like pain, but then I realised she was trying not to make a sound. Zeus leaned forward, his finger stroking her clit as he tugged on the balls.
&
“Shh, it’s okay, little Princess. Let me take these out.” Zeus cooed, removing the balls from her back passage. More moans left the woman’s lips, and Zeus threw them to the floor, shaking his head as he untied her hands.
“Daddy—”
“You may go, Princess. I’ll text you tomorrow. You won’t see me for a week.”
My heart thudded in my chest as I gaped at the woman, her face riddled with shock. She bowed her head, collecting the anal beads from the floor.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You’ve been a bad girl, and I’m disappointed. Now go.” Zeus waved his hand, slumping to the bed with his still-hard dick.
Brandon frowned then, turning to me.
“What’s he gonna do, jack off in here?”
“He will, yes,” Gary announced with a sigh. “I highly recommend watching him.”
“Doesn’t he have another sub?” I whispered, the heat pooling in my legs as Zeus stroked himself, his eyes locked on mine.
“He is very particular, but right now, I’d say he’s using his imagination,” Gary whispered into my ear, nodding towards Zeus.
“I’d rather he didn’t jack off while looking at you; it’s weird,” Brandon complained, lacing his fingers with mine. “Can we see the other rooms?”
Gary nodded, sending me a sympathetic smile. “Of course, this way.”
My legs felt like jelly as I stood up, allowing Brandon to guide me past the stage. The closer I got to Zeus, the more I had to clench my thighs together, averting my eyes as his heated gaze followed me out of the room.
“These rooms are private,” Gary said, waltzing down the hall. “So I can’t show you these, but know you can reserve them. Each one has a range of equipment tailored to your needs.”
My mind lost focus, and all I could think about was going back to Zeus and milking him into my mouth with my fist.
Focus on Brandon!
I shook my head, bewildered. I was a good girl and didn’t cheat on my boyfriend!
Maybe this club wasn’t such a good idea after all.
2
ZEUS
“Where’s Cassandra?”
I turned at Tye’s gruff voice, nodding to the barman for a whiskey. Tye was perched on a stool, his eyes on the stage behind me.
“Well, considering she couldn’t follow a simple fucking instruction, I’d guess she’s far away from here,” I muttered, thanking the barman for the whiskey. I knocked it back, smacking my lips together as I shuddered with delight.
“Yeah, I saw,” Tye smirked, his grey-green eyes twinkling. “What did you think of this time?”
“A submissive who can do as she’s told?” I shrugged, scanning the seats before us. “Did you see that woman sat—”
“The brunette in the PVC leggings? Yes, Gary said that bloke she was with was her man.”
“Fuck, I thought so. He dragged her off as soon as I started stroking my dick.”
“Can’t think why, Zeus.”
“Like you didn’t imagine her beneath you.”
“Hmm. That’s two out of the three of us.” Tye signaled for another drink, the perks of owning the club.
We made our own rules.
“I’ve never seen her here before, have you?” I murmured, my dick twitching at the thought of fucking the woman who’d watched me with fire in her eyes.
“Nope, but her man was a sub,” Tye sighed. “Which means she’s a mistress, ya know?”
“No.” I shook my head. “She wasn’t a Domme, man. She was staring at me when I was with Cassandra.”
Tye grinned.
“Most women watch you, Zeus. Hell, men, too.”
“Yeah? Did you watch me, Tye?” I teased, squeezing his thigh playfully.
“If I swung that way, I’d have you locked in a cage,” Tye said with a wink.
My thoughts drifted to the woman, my gaze relaxing as I ordered my next whiskey.
“Shit, she’s there,” Tye muttered, lifting his glass to the door to our right.
I leaned against the bar, my tie loose around my neck, my trousers partially zipped up. My shirt was open, and I tried to hide my stare behind my whiskey tumbler.
Large green eyes stared back at me, her pink lips parting as she allowed her gaze to journey over me, then Tye.
Tye turned to follow my gaze, his hand curling into a fist as he bit on it, shaking his head.
“Damn. She’s too pretty to be someone’s girlfriend. You sure he’s not her Dom?”
I slid the ice cube into my mouth, toying with it as I studied her. She wore a tight black corset over her PVC leggings, her hair in a sleek, chin-length black bob. She was flawless—she hardly had a scrap of makeup on.
“Imagine her sucking your cock,” Tye said, biting his lip. “This is fucking torture.”
The girl stared back at us, her boyfriend nodding as Gary spoke, showing them around.
“Good evening, Mr Black, Mr Henry. Just showing this lovely couple around.” Gary chirped, winking at Tye.
“Good evening,” Tye drawled, nodding at the boyfriend.
Always polite.
I couldn’t take my eyes away from her fucking mouth.
“Hi,” I rasped out, turning back to the bar.
“I loved your show,” she breathed, causing my back to stiffen. “I’ve never met a Dom before.”
Tye glanced at me, allowing me to respond to the fucking delight that was the PVC goddess.
“With all due respect, you helped,” I confessed, sending her boyfriend an apologetic smile. “Until you left, that is.”
Her smile widened, her cheeks flushing at my words.
“Are you a submissive?”
“No, she’s not. She’s my girlfriend,” the boyfriend interrupted, glaring at me.
“I meant no disrespect.” I bowed my head slightly as Tye grinned.
“Zeus doesn’t have a filter, I’m afraid.”
“Have you been members long?” The goddess asked, her eyes flickering over a Tye as she licked her lips.
Tye and I exchanged a look, and Gary swept in.
“Oh no, these are the owners. The other partner isn’t here now, but he’s called Mr Haddon.”
“Really?” The boyfriend perked up. “It’s a great club.”
“Thank you,” Tye replied, turning back to the bar. “Would you like a drink?”
“Oh, they’ve had one, Mr Henry.” Gary waved his hand at Tye, but I cut him off.
“If they’re our guests, rules don’t apply, Gary.”
The boyfriend grinned, nodding as he gripped the girl’s waist.
“Sounds good, fellas. I’m Brandon, and this is Elizabeth.”
“Call me Lizzie,” she said quickly.
My tongue curved in my mouth, my desperation to try her name out driving me insane.
“I’m Zeus, and this is Tye.”
“Hey.” Lizzie smiled at Tye, her eyes widening at his devilish smile.
“Which are you, Brandon?” I asked, my gaze skimming over to the boyfriend with distaste.
“Huh?” Brandon frowned, still suspicious of me.
You should be. Be wary of the wolf.
“Do you have a preference? Dom or sub?” I asked, tilting my head to meet his confused eyes.
“Oh, I’m really into being dominated. I wanted Lizzie to see what it’s like.”
I tried not to look at Lizzie, my thoughts swirling around in my mind, but Tye beat me to it.
“What did you think, Lizzie? Wanna be a Domme to your...boyfriend?”
Tye was a fucker.
Lizzie shrugged, her eyes drifting over my body.
“I don’t mind.”
