The dark obsession boxed.., p.58
The Dark Obsession Boxed Set, page 58
Her beautiful blue eyes flew open. “Why are you doing this to me?”
I smiled. “Because I have the money and power to get whatever I want, and I want you.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “I’m doing everything you asked. I don’t know what more you want from me.”
I leaned down and softly kissed her forehead. I then whispered against her hair, “I want it all. Every piece of your sweet soul will be mine.”
“How can you say such things? You don’t even know me.”
I shifted my hand to reach for her other nipple.
Her arms wrapped around her chest, blocking me. “No! Please, no more. Please don’t hurt me again.”
I wrapped a long silky curl around my finger. “Oh, my sweet baby girl, I’ve only just begun to hurt you.”
Her eyes widened.
I tugged on the curl to force her closer as I leaned down to gently tease her lips. “I’m going to delight in hearing your cries for mercy as I whip you over and over again with my leather belt until your entire existence is dependent on the pain and pleasure only I can give you.”
She shook her head. Once again, she fought my embrace.
I kicked her legs open wide and forced my hips between them, trapping her between my frame and the wall.
Still she struggled. “You said just one kiss, and this would be over! Just one kiss!”
“I warned you that if you became aroused, this would never be over.”
“I’m not. I didn’t. I despise you. I could never want a bully and a brute like you,” she fired back.
“And as I’ve warned you… this isn’t about what you want.”
“Let go of me!”
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Don’t you want to see who won our little game?”
I wrapped my fist around the silk tie, pushing the knot close to her neck.
She stilled.
Using my free hand, I caressed between her breasts and down over her abdomen to tease the edge of her panties.
She held her breath.
I slipped my fingertips inside the simple pink cotton, reveling in the warmth of her skin. Pushing my hand between our bodies, I slipped it lower to skim her pussy.
Her hand wrapped around my wrist, trying to stop me. “Don’t do this.”
Easily shaking her off, I pushed two fingers between her pussy lips, sliding along the wet heat of her arousal. “I think someone has been a very bad girl.”
She turned her head to the side and let out a single sob.
Ruthlessly, I pressed my middle finger into her slick entrance. “Don’t you know it’s wrong to lie?” I teased.
She hissed as I pushed in deep. My fingertip brushed against a thin barrier, proof she was still a virgin. I was pleased to know the reports I had ordered had been correct on that point. It would have been a messy yet necessary complication to have had to arrange for the murder of whoever had come before me.
I pulled my hand free and raised it to my lips. I slipped my middle finger inside my mouth and tasted her sweet cream. I cupped her jaw and forced her to look at me. “I won.”
With a cry she lashed out, slapping me hard across the face.
She then covered her mouth with her hand as her entire body trembled. Her voice was low as she mumbled from behind her fingers, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It looks like my little kitten has claws.”
“What are you going to do now?”
My gaze traveled over her flushed face and exposed breasts. “I’m going to claim my prize.”
CHAPTER 6
AURORA
My knees buckled. If it hadn’t been for his weight supporting me against the wall, I would have crumpled to the floor.
“Get on the bed.”
I hazarded a glance at my locked bedroom door.
“You’ll never make it,” warned Roman.
“What are you going to do with me?”
“Get on the bed,” he repeated.
My mind was like shattered glass, all jumbled, jagged pieces of thought. “Please, just tell me… are you… are you going to… will you—”
Roman took a step back, leaving a path for me to the bed. “One.”
I froze.
“Two.”
I was afraid of getting on the bed, but I was more afraid of what would happen when he reached three.
Pushing the cups of my unhooked bra over my breasts, I scrambled onto the bed. I kept my arms crossed over my chest as I knelt in the center.
“Lie down on your back.”
Again I looked over at the locked door. There was no one to save me. Willing my numb limbs to move, I forced myself to lie in the center of the bed. My body was rigid as I tried to quell my trembling.
Roman circled the bed.
I started when he wrapped his long fingers around my ankle. He lifted my left leg up and removed my ballet flat. Tossing it to the floor, he ran his hand over my right calf before cupping my ankle and removing my other shoe.
“Take off your bra.”
I lowered the strap off my left shoulder and pulled it down my arm. I then removed the strap from my right shoulder and yanked the bra out from underneath me as I kept my left forearm over my naked breasts.
Roman stood at the foot of my bed, staring down at me. “Now take off your panties.”
I hesitated.
Roman picked up the leather belt he had laid across the bottom of my bed. He folded the long black length in half and stretched it between his fists.
Oh, my God.
Is he going to hit me with his belt?
Fresh tears coursed down the sides of my face as I reached for my panties. I awkwardly lifted my hips and slipped them down to the tops of my thighs. Roman’s large hand grasped the material between my knees and yanked it all the way down and off my legs.
“Now be a good girl and open your legs. Let me see that sweet pussy of yours.”
My cheeks burned with humiliation as I slid my legs open a few inches.
“Wider,” he commanded.
“Please,” I begged.
He placed his hands on the footboard and leaned over my supine form. “If you don’t do as you are told, I will tie your ankles to these posts and whip the insides of your thighs raw until you learn to obey me.”
Too shocked for words and afraid for my life, I had no choice but to obey.
My teeth clamped down hard on my lower lip as I opened my legs. I stared at the ceiling as I willed this nightmare to end. Never, in all the times I had lain in this bed reading romance novels and foolishly daydreaming of a Prince Charming who’d come and save me from my evil mother and stepfather, had I imagined this scenario. The soft light of the room threw his massive form into shadow as he loomed over the bed. He wasn’t Prince Charming; he was more like a seductively dangerous vampire who was going to suck the lifeblood out of me. His masculine presence overwhelmed my small bedroom. Gone was the lingering, delicate scent of my perfume, replaced by the spicy musk of his cologne. My narrow bed seemed like it belonged in a doll’s house when compared to his tall, muscular frame. He dominated both the space and me.
Once again, his strong hands wrapped around my ankles. I cried out in alarm as he pulled me toward him. He lifted my body up as he raised his arms high. My shoulders rested against the bedcover as the backs of my thighs brushed his shoulders. I had never felt so exposed or vulnerable in my life.
His warm breath teased my pussy as he spoke. “If I lick my little kitten, do you think she’ll purr for me?”
My mouth was too dry to speak. No boy had even seen between my legs, let alone done that to me.
The blood rushed to my head as he circled his arm around my waist to anchor my lower body to his chest. My inner thighs brushed against the stubble on his jaw as I was forced to lay my legs on his shoulders.
He leaned down and traced the tip of his tongue along the seam of my pussy before pushing in deep. He flicked my clit, using his tongue to stimulate the sensitive nub.
“Oh, God,” I moaned as I fisted the bedcover.
He circled his tongue around and around my clit. My breath came in ragged gasps as my head spun. Tremors racked my body as he relentlessly flicked, swirled, and teased my flesh. Using my own fingers late at night didn’t even compare to the sensations caused by his mouth. It was like being tossed into a warm pool of water that ebbed and flowed around my body, teasing every curve with licks of soft heat.
He sucked on my clit before using the edges of his teeth.
I stiffened, remembering his threat about wanting to hurt me.
Would he bite down?
The possibility sent a shiver of awareness down my spine. It was like the prospect of pain made me all that much more aware of every breath, every touch, every movement. As if each nerve in my body was helplessly on edge… waiting for whatever fresh torment Roman had in store for me.
He delicately teased my sensitive flesh with his sharp teeth, never fully biting down. Taunting me with the power he held over me. “Tell me you like this.”
No. That was taking things too far. It was like the hangman asking their victim if the noose was too tight.
“Don’t make me,” I breathed.
He flicked my clit with his tongue. My hips bucked under his grasp.
Again, he demanded, “Tell me you want it.”
I clawed at the bedcover. The pressure of unfulfilled desire increased. I resisted the urge to squeeze my thighs tighter around his head. Still I refused to give in to his demands. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
Placing his hands on my thighs, he lifted them higher and away from his body. He then twisted my legs, flipping me onto my stomach.
Alarmed, I tried to rise up on my knees and crawl away.
He snatched my long hair and pulled.
“Ow!”
“Don’t move.”
Moving to the side of the bed, he reached for the silk tie still around my neck.
I reached for it as well. “No! Don’t!”
We struggled over the thin piece of fabric, but he was too strong. He wrenched it from my grasp. He then twisted it around my throat until I could feel his knuckles pressing into my spine as he pulled it taut. As with before, I could breathe, but didn’t dare move or try to pull away.
He was in complete control.
His palm skimmed over my right butt cheek. “I warned you.”
I cried out in pain as his flat hand came down on my exposed skin. “Wait!”
He spanked me again and again.
Humiliation sparred with fear and pain as I tried to wrap my tormented mind around what was happening.
The sounds of his slaps reverberated around the small room, echoing my agony. My skin was on fire. Sharp stings raced over my flesh with each touch of his hand. “Ow! It hurts!”
He alternated between striking each cheek and then the backs of my thighs. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit for a week after this degrading punishment. I fell forward onto my stomach, burying my head in the pillow.
Roman pulled on the tie. “Get back on your knees.”
Seeing no other option, I tearfully obeyed, stifling a moan as my heated skin stretched with my movement, sending new shockwaves of pain down my legs.
Roman gripped my chin and forced my head back. He stared down into my tearful face, his own expression hard and unreadable. “Disobedient and willful little girls get their asses spanked. Do you understand me?”
I swallowed past my tears and nodded.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Apologize for being a bad little kitty.”
“I’m sorry.”
He rubbed his thumb over my swollen lower lip. “I should shove my cock so far down your throat you choke on it.”
My eyes widened in fear. I’d never sucked a cock let alone deep throated one. Judging by the hard ridge of muscle visible through his trousers, lying against his inner thigh, he’d kill me if he followed through with his threat. “Please don’t do that. I’m really sorry. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”
He slid his hand behind my head and pushed my face into the pillow. His hand then skimmed down my back and over my sore ass. He slipped his fingers between my thighs. Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside of me.
“Oh, my God!” My hips fell to the mattress.
“Back up on your knees,” he growled.
I struggled to obey.
His fingers twisted inside of me, burning a path deep within my tight entrance. I’d been too embarrassed to ever try purchasing a dildo, so I’d never really tried coming this way. I’d only ever come from my own fingertips on my clit. The sensation was overwhelming. It was as if my body was no longer my own. He controlled me with his fingers as easily as if he still had his fist wrapped around the silk tie around my neck.
He pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy, opening me. The familiar pressure from before returned. It was like I was running toward the sun, feeling the strain on my muscles but craving the heat and warmth of its light.
Before, I’d begged him to stop. I now shamelessly begged him not to. “Don’t stop. Oh, God!”
I was so close. So close.
He added a third finger.
I gasped. “It’s too much. I’m too tight.”
“Fuck back onto my hand.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Fuck my hand. Move your hips. Now.”
I shifted my hips back and forth. The movement increased the pressure and friction deep inside of me. He was making me complicit in my own passionate torture.
The pad of his thumb pressed against my dark hole.
“Not there!” I pleaded.
He refused to listen, instead pressing his thumb inside of me. The sharp stab of pain nearly brought me to the edge. It felt strange and wrong and yet…
He encircled my throat with his hand and tilted my head back. My body bowed as my hips raised up. The movement forced his fingers even deeper inside of me. “Beg me to let you come.”
I knew I couldn’t take much more of his humiliating torment. He had proven his mastery over my body and will. “Please, let me come.”
With his thumb painfully deep in my ass, he thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy in a punishing rhythm. The orgasm was torn from my body. I screamed as wave after excruciating wave of pleasure coursed through my core. Masturbating had never come even close to what I felt like in this moment. It was as if all the bones in my body had turned to ash from the heat of his touch.
I fell forward, panting, as a sheen of sweat along my back slowly cooled.
I kept my eyes closed, afraid to move as I heard him walk about the room. At the sound of fabric rustling, I opened my eyes to slits to peer out from beneath my lashes.
Roman was casually shrugging back into his suit jacket. Like nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just burned my sheltered world to ashes. I shut my eyes tight when he approached the bed. I could sense he wasn’t the least bit fooled.
He patted my still sore ass. “Next time do as you’re told, kitten, or I’ll use my belt.”
Next time?
My bruised and sore body protested as I forced myself to sit upright. I swiped at the tears streaming down my cheeks. “There won’t be a next time. If you ever come near me again, I’ll call the police. I don’t care what you do to my asshole stepfather.”
The oxygen in my lungs seized as he leaned down and grasped the end of the silk tie. He slowly and methodically untied the slipknot and pulled it free. He flipped up his collar and wrapped the tie around his neck. He kept his cold eyes trained on me as he tied a Windsor knot and shifted it into place. “It’s adorable you think the police will keep you safe from me.”
I curled my knees protectively up to my chest. “You got what you wanted! Just leave me alone.”
He grabbed my chin and pushed my head back. He placed a hard, unforgiving kiss on my lips before saying, “Did I wet my cock in that tight pussy of yours? Did I shove it down your throat until your eyes begged for permission to breathe? Did I thrust so deep inside of your ass you thought your body would split in two from the pain? Have you felt the bite of my leather belt on those pert tits of yours?”
Shocked, I could only shake my head.
“Tonight was me just getting a small taste of my little kitten’s cream. I haven’t begun to take what I want from you.”
He turned and walked the few steps to my bedroom door. After flicking the lock open, he placed his hand on the doorknob before turning back to me. “You’re mine now, Aurora. Don’t fight me on this, or next time I won’t be so nice.”
CHAPTER 7
ROMAN
As I descended the stairs, my head of security approached. I cast a glance into the parlor where Alfred and Meredith had continued to drink and berate my staff, apparently completely unconcerned about the welfare of their daughter. If I had been concerned over my future plans for them, tonight would have put an end to it. They deserved everything I had coming for them.
Liam spoke first. His Scottish brogue deepened with his irritation. “Let me shoot them. I’ll make it look like they’ve been burgled. No one will know.”
I smiled as I accepted my wool overcoat from one of his men. “Not part of the plan—yet. Are all the cameras in place?”
“Yes, sir.” He handed me the security codes on a small slip of paper I tucked in my inner suit pocket.
I nodded as I headed for the front door. Without turning I said, “See that they don’t disturb Aurora.”
I stepped out onto the stoop and inhaled the frigid air. It was unseasonably cold for May, but the weather suited my mood. Turning up my coat collar, I waved my driver off and headed in the direction of my office. Despite the early spring mist, I preferred to walk. It was only a short distance from Aurora’s Knightsbridge home to my offices near Belgrave Garden Square.
I needed the time to cool off and collect my thoughts. It had taken every ounce of my self-restraint not to plow deeply into her tight virgin body and claim her as my own tonight.
After weeks of investigative reports and surveillance, to finally be near her, to touch her, to smell her sweet perfume, had nearly been my undoing. She was everything I had hoped for and more. None of the reports had spoken of her fiery nature. The way she would risk her own safety by talking back to me was highly arousing. I couldn’t wait for that cute mouth of hers to get her into trouble with me. I opened my right hand and stretched my fingers as my palm itched for the feel of her pert ass. I had only given her a small taste of the punishments I had planned.
