The dark obsession boxed.., p.31
The Dark Obsession Boxed Set, page 31
I continued to circle around her still form. Marking my territory as I played inside her mind. Leaning in close, I whispered into her ear, “Yes, games, my love, like that time in the garden. Wasn’t it more exciting, more thrilling, to think you were baring your ass and being forced to come by a stranger as opposed to a man you knew and loved?”
Her eyes widened, showing me I had hit my mark. Her gamine face was like a book. It was no secret the next day she had probably chastised herself over her wanton behavior with a man she barely knew, even as she reluctantly admitted it was one of the best orgasms of her life.
Illicit, forbidden acts with a touch of pain always led to more explosive orgasms.
Her fingers speared through her locks, tousling them. “This doesn’t make any sense.”
I reached for her.
Jerking her shoulders away from me, she backed up, eyes wild. “Don’t touch me.”
“Elizabeth.”
Staggering to the doors, she rattled the knobs. Then searched for the key. “Unlock the door.”
“No.” Reaching up, I loosened the Windsor knot on my tie and pulled it through the collar before releasing the top two buttons.
“I want to get out of here! I can’t breathe in here.”
“No.” Lifting my arm, I removed one cuff link, then the other.
Elizabeth pounded on the doors with both fists. “Someone open this door!”
“There’s no one to hear you.” Flipping the cuffs up, I rolled the sleeves high on my forearms.
Elizabeth rattled the knob again. “Give me the key.”
“No.” I said, staying deceptively calm.
“Stop saying no! I have to get out of here.” Her gaze frantically darted about the room.
“You’re not going anywhere. Your place is with me.”
Curling her arms over her head, she leaned against the door and sank down to the floor. “I’m so confused.”
Planting my feet on either side of her, I ordered, “Get up.”
Scrambling away on her hands and knees, she pulled herself up a few feet away from me.
Sighing, I said, “This display is starting to make me angry, Elizabeth. Bad things happen when I’m angry. I’m sure you at least remember that.”
Her head shook from side to side as she started to cry. “No! I don’t remember any of this. You’re lying. You have to be lying. We only just met.”
Storming the last few steps, I grabbed her by the shoulders. “It’s a game. A fucking game. One you love playing with me.”
“No! No!” she screeched as she lashed out. Thrashing my chest and arms with her tiny fists.
Fisting her hair, I wrenched her head back. She finally stilled. Staring back at me with wide, wild eyes.
Fuck, I loved this part.
The drama and terror mirrored in her eyes.
My mouth crashed down on hers. Forcing my tongue between her lips, I needed to taste her, to taste her fear. It was intoxicating.
Dammit! My head jerked back. Swiping the back of my hand across my mouth, I saw a crimson streak. She had bitten me on the lip. Hard.
Sucking the blood through my teeth, I smiled.
Game on.
I pushed her away, only to grab her back by the front of the pink cardigan she was wearing. Before tearing it off her body, I noticed the glint of the first bird pin I had bought her. The small shell buttons pinged as they scattered around our feet on the hardwood floor.
Screaming, Elizabeth twisted out of the sweater and tried to back away.
“Take off your jeans,” I ordered as I tossed her ruined sweater on the floor.
“Richard, please don’t,” she pleaded.
“You want this, Elizabeth. You want the beast. The pain I bring. Stop denying it.”
I could see the truth deep in the tear-filled pools of her evergreen eyes as she watched me unbuckle my belt. Nothing escaped my notice. The widening of her pupils as they opened to take in more. The quickening of her breath. The tip of her pink tongue flicking out to moisten her dry lips.
She wanted this just as badly as I did.
Pulling my belt through the loops of my pants, I snapped it. The cracking sound from the leather reverberated around the large room.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
I knew in that moment I had already won. “Take off your jeans. Now,” I growled.
Opening a few more buttons, I pulled my shirt over my head, needing to shed the false trappings of civility.
Elizabeth visibly trembled as she kicked off her boots and reached for the buttons of her jeans. As she leaned over, her lush breasts overfilled the cups of her blue lace bra. Eagerly, I waited to see if her panties would match, already knowing they would.
When you had enough money, you could pay to learn just about anything about someone; everything they bought, who they talked to, where they went. Everything right down to the color panties they wore.
Hints of blue peeked above the zipper of her jeans as the button released. Pressing her hands on her hips, she slid the jeans over her sleek thighs and down to the floor.
Deliberately keeping my voice harsh and combative, I commanded, “Now the panties.”
Hooking her thumbs in the waistline, she pulled the sparse thong down and stepped out of it. Without being told, she reached for her bra and unlatched it.
God, she was beautiful. Creamy, pale skin. The soft down of her pussy. Her gorgeous hair tumbling in a mass of curls over her shoulders. But mostly it was the twisted mix of vulnerable innocence with dark desire that emanated from her gaze.
Pointing to my desk, I ordered, “Bend over.”
Carefully stepping over the scattered remains of my computer files and pens on the floor, she crept up to the desk. Biting her lip, she barely stifled a sob before she bent in half over its hard surface. In the bright light streaming from the massive windows, I could see the goosebumps raised on her chilled flesh.
Placing a hand on the desk, I leaned over her prone form and whispered, “Do you remember this, my love? The edge of my desk digging into your middle. The smell of the leather top. The majestic view of the Thames as I fuck you from behind.”
Elizabeth groaned.
“Tell me you remember how it feels knowing I’m about to whip your ass with my belt. The sick anticipation of the pain,” I murmured, my breath shifting the curls over her ears.
“Yes! Yes, I remember it all now,” she sobbed.
So beautiful.
So willing to please me.
My poor little confused bird.
There was of course nothing to remember; this was the first time I would have the pleasure of claiming her on my desk.
But I would make sure it was a fucking she would never forget.
Without warning, I lifted my arm and brought my belt down across her perfect ass, instantly leaving my mark.
Elizabeth screamed as she flung her arms out to grasp the edge of the desk.
I whipped her again and again. Watching as one-inch-wide strips of red blossomed on her ass and upper thighs.
Elizabeth went up on her cute toes with each strike as she cried.
“Spread your legs.”
Her shaking legs opened wider. I could see the glisten from her arousal smeared across her upper thighs.
She really was the perfect woman for me. Perfect in every way, but I especially loved when she cried. The way her tears sparkled her eyes and brightened her cheeks.
“It hurts! Please, no more.”
My answer was another volley of swipes from my belt. Her poor bottom was now a mottled red. It was fascinating to watch it bounce and twitch between each strike.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me! Please fuck me! Just make it stop,” she pleaded.
Stepping up behind her, I looped my belt around her throat as I unzipped my pants.
Freeing my already hard cock, I groaned as I pressed it against her punished, warmed ass. Rubbing the underside of my shaft up between her cheeks, I took a moment to appreciate the look and feel of her small body beneath mine. Twisting the belt in my hand, not enough to choke her, just enough for her to feel the leather press against her throat.
With my free hand, I placed my cock at her entrance. Soon I would stretch that tight ass of hers, but that was for later, when I had her strapped spread-eagled on my bed with hours to devote to assaulting that small, dark hole. I couldn’t wait to see it stretched and gaping from my thick cock.
With that thought spurring me on, I thrust my shaft in deep.
Elizabeth’s back arched off the desk, as her hands clawed at the surface.
“Too much! Take it out! Take it out!”
Laying my flat palm against her already bruised ass, I barked, “You’ll take every inch.”
She fell back onto the desk, sobbing as I pummeled her body. Ruthlessly thrusting my cock in to the hilt, feeling her womb tremble with each touch. I watched as her body rocked back and forth on the smooth, hard surface of the wood.
Reaching around her thighs, I felt for her pussy, flicking her tiny nub of nerves with the tip of my finger.
Elizabeth groaned. “Oh, God. Yes.”
“Tell me, baby. Tell Daddy how you want it.”
She moaned and shifted her hips.
“Say it. Tell me what I want to hear.” My breath was harsh with exertion as I increased the rhythm of my thrusts.
As if I were a priest who had just wrenched her deepest, darkest confession free, she cried, “Make it hurt! Oh, God, forgive me. Make it hurt!”
Dropping the belt, I grabbed a fistful of hair as I pulled her head back, wanting to see her back bow and her body open wider for me as I drove into her even harder. Working my other hand furiously between her legs, I pinched and rubbed her clit, knowing she was close. I could feel her orgasm cresting as her body tensed and shook.
Her cry was more of a guttural moan from her open mouth as I felt the rush of her final arousal coat my cock.
Tossing her limp body back onto the desk, I dug my fingers into her hips and let out a primal roar as I wreaked havoc on her trapped body. Feverishly driving my cock inside her over and over again. Reveling in the thought she would be sore and bruised for days after my assault.
Pulling free, I fisted my cock as I took a step back. “On your knees.”
Elizabeth slunk to the floor, a limp doll.
Seizing her by the hair, I pulled her head up. “Swallow every drop,” I snarled. Feeling every inch the rutting beast, I came on her face and breasts. Thick streams of cum coated her pretty pink mouth as her tongue swiped at her bottom lip.
Crouching down, I ran two fingers through my still warm cum, which had landed on the top curve of her breast. “Open your mouth.”
She obeyed. I placed my fingers between her lips and moaned as she licked them clean.
Holding her desire-hazed gaze with mine, I warned her, “Remember, my little bird. We’re playing a game. You don’t know the rules and have no chance of winning. You can’t escape. You are my pawn whether you like it or not. Do you understand me?”
A single tear escaped down her cheek.
She understood.
CHAPTER 20
RICHARD
After placing Elizabeth’s sleeping form in my bed with a note for her to dress for dinner when she awakened, I returned to my office.
As I would have expected, all of my belongings were neatly arranged on the surface of my desk. My staff were paid extremely well to never be seen or heard and to keep their mouths shut. Picking up my phone, I dialed Harris’ number as I stepped out onto the balcony.
Inhaling deeply, I tried to calm the beast that was still snarling inside me.
If possible, I was obsessed with Elizabeth now more than ever.
She was everything I had been searching for in a woman.
I could see ever more extreme games in our future. With my money, nothing was beyond the limits of my imagination. I could create whole worlds for us to play and fuck in.
Flicking my tongue over the small puncture wound on my lip, I smiled. The taste of a victory soon won. This game was merely a prelude, level one. Already I was anticipating the next level, once I truly had her mind and body in the palm of my hand.
Perhaps I would try that memory drug on her? It would be an interesting challenge to see if I could seduce her all over again. Imagine that? Never losing the rush of a first lust. The relationship would always be new, yet different.
Or perhaps I would have her kidnapped and dropped in the middle of nowhere. An island I own in the South Pacific maybe? Absently stroking my jaw with my thumb, I thought it over. The idea had possibilities. The beast inside me growled in approval. Instead of hunting my prey within the confines of a concrete jungle filled with civil society, I could do so in the wild.
A primal, no-holds-barred game.
It had potential.
That was what was so exhilarating about my little bird. Soon I would completely clip her wings and then nothing would be off-limits.
“Yes, Your Grace?”
“Harris. How is my construction project coming along?”
“Very good, sir. The contractor says he’s having a hard time finding enough twenty-four-karat gold to overlay the entire cage and wants to know if he can lower the quality to fourteen karat?”
“Absolutely not. Only the best for my girl.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you’ve made sure the dome is not taller than seven feet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What about the velvet swing?”
“Ready to install as soon as the cage is finished.”
“Excellent. Tell the contractor I’m going to need it by next week. I’ll double his fee but I want it finished.”
“Yes, sir.”
Tossing the phone aside, I placed my hands on the iron railing and looked out over the Thames, a rare feeling of quiet satisfaction engulfing me.
It really was nice when a plan came together so perfectly.
Lizzie
Hands were holding me down. I struggled, twisting and turning my body, crying out. Opening my eyes, there was only darkness. My hands sawed the air, feeling nothing. It was then I fully awakened to see a black silk sheet twisted and wrapped about my naked body. Snatching the sheet up high, my head turned as I searched my unfamiliar surroundings.
The bed was impossibly large. Swiveling around to look at the headboard, I realized it was a massive mahogany sleigh bed. I had seen them before in furniture stores but never one so big. Stretching my arms wide, I realized the mattress continued on for several feet on either side, way bigger than a king-size bed.
Did they make beds just for emperors? No, Richard wasn’t an emperor, maybe a czar; that name implied wealth and ruthlessness. But no, he was neither. He was, however, a very rich and powerful duke and I was firmly in his clutches.
Lowering my head to my hands, I tried to make sense of the last few hours, from the kidnapping to allowing myself to be whipped and fucked over a desk.
This had to be another one of his games, right?
He was just keeping me off-kilter, like the time in the restaurant where he made me believe I was sucking his cock in front of a room full of people, when I wasn’t, not really.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to remember our conversation but all I could think about was the feel of his belt on my ass, the way his cock filled me to the point of pain and my incredibly intense orgasm.
Flopping back onto the bed, my hand closed over a piece of paper. Opening the heavy cream envelope, I read his note.
We dine at eight p.m. Everything you need is in the dressing closet.
—R
My heart skipped at just seeing his familiar, confident black scrawl. Fuck, this man had me tied up in knots. I literally didn’t know my own mind anymore.
Pulling the top sheet free from the rest of the covers, I wrapped it securely around me as I rose and went in search of a bathroom.
The room was dripping in sensual luxury from its red silk fabric walls, to the black crystal chandelier, to the red velvet matching chaise lounges in front of an elaborately carved black marble fireplace so large I could stand in it.
Despite the luxury, all I could think was it made for a perfect villain’s lair.
There were two doors on either side of the fireplace. Picking the one closest to me, I swung it open and gasped.
It wasn’t a bathroom but rather a massive walk-in closet, but unlike any closet I had ever seen. The room was bigger than my damn apartment! Backlit shelves lined every wall. Rows upon rows of designer clothes with matching shoes and purses.
Walking slowly, I ran my fingertips over the dresses as I pulled out each one to examine it. A red velvet dress with thin straps and a deep plunge, a silver corset dress with full skirt, champagne silk under intricate black lace, all beautiful beyond my imagination. I couldn’t decide if my favorite was a Victorian riding habit-style dress with a gorgeous ink black taffeta skirt paired with a cream lace front blouse or the stunning emerald green silk with the tight bodice.
Fournié, Gaultier, Valli, Sorbier, Chanel, Dior, Givenchy, Margiela, Vauthier.
Each and every designer from the Chambre Syndicale de la Haute Couture was represented here. Dresses and designs I thought I wouldn’t have been able to see except in my textbooks and magazines, let alone touch and admire.
What was even more astounding was each looked to be my size.
Before I could even entertain jealous thoughts of other women, I could see from each hanger small handwritten tags in different inks and penmanship with my name and measurements.
These were purchased and tailored just for me.
An entire closet full of couture gowns.
Turning, I began to pull out the drawers from the large, dark wood island in the center of the room. Each one contained elegant gloves, Hermès scarves, Gucci belts, and every other imaginable accessory.
Picking up the emerald green dress, I walked to the end of the closet to a small platform surrounded by ceiling-high gilt mirrors. Dropping the sheet, I held the gown before me. Imagining a strand of perfectly matched pearls at my throat and long silk black gloves stretched over my elbows. The gown would cinch in tight around my waist then flare around my hips to create the perfect hourglass shape.
