Dalliance in Darkness ( Dalliance #1) (5 page)

“And you?” I asked quietly. “Is that all I’m wanted for?”

“No.” He replied curtly. “No that’s just part of the job, part of the job that we know you can do – the rest is going to come from a lot of hands on experience,” he said. “Odyn is much more than that and I need your word that you won’t speak of this to anyone for your safety,” I couldn’t tell if he answered my first question or not, but it didn’t feel right to probe any further on that.

“It’s not like anyone would believe me if I were going to tell them that some secret group of sexual deviants, as far as I can tell, like to dress up and scare freshmen with money, deviancy, terror and clichés.” I gestured my head in the direction of the car. Managed to make him chortle.

“So you’re in, Trish? Or are ya too proud to admit it,” he stepped closer to me, his face only inches away. I could feel his hot breath tickling at my neck, could smell his earthly scent – I wanted to lose myself in it in that moment, be carried away by his presence. He whispered in my ear, his tone a shade darker. “Too proud to admit you want the danger,” he brushed back a lock of my hair. “Your body tells me more than your tongue,” James brought his face back and looked in my eyes, demanding an answer from me. My insides churned hot. It wasn’t pride that was holding me back. He didn’t act like a married man.

“I’m in,” I didn’t think about it, I just went with my gut. I didn’t want to dwell or be alone anymore tonight; I wanted to try one more time. One last time. “I’ll follow you,” regarding to my old sedan.

“Boss wants you to come with me, so you’re comin with me,” James gave a satisfied and surely wicked smirk even in the darkness, I felt that smirk cut into me much harder than Carina’s could ever hope to.

Demons often came well groomed.

Ring II

Igniting was his touch, such control over his creature that just the mere approach of him to her was all that it needed take to make her chest flutter. Trish Arthur was an owned woman. The man could smell it he said, the pulsing need between her legs – the wetness of her slick pussy aching to be filled with his hard cock. He wasn’t wrong. Trish could feel that gentle throbbing of heat that wouldn’t go away inside.

His hands crept up possessively over her thighs and to her ass squeezing it taut. Then he craned an arm around Trish’s waist and smacked that owned ass hard enough to make her yelp. His every touch was firm and meaningful; making her heart beat just a few steps faster as his hot breath licked at the nape of her neck. Sucking gently Trish welcomed the shivers all across her body. Not my weak spot, she thought. He was opening every lock with a skeleton key.

The man pulled a violet wand from his pocket, waving it tauntingly in front of Trish. “Be good,” he warned before putting it back. He started to remove his clothes, beginning with his belt and commandingly snapped his fingers at Trish. “Kneel.”

Miss Arthur bent the knee quickly and gracefully. Watching careful as her Master undressed in front of her, squirming a little as the man removed his belt. She knew the sting of it very well.

The man unbuttoned his shirt one by one before tossing it to the side, exposing his unremarkable chest. He was not a muscular man, rather lean, standing at only five and four. “Good,” he remarked while circling Trish.

The master expected that if the he spoke, that his dog would listen. Most of the bite having long since left the man’s favored pet, yet embers of her nature remained.

Trish straightened her back and bound her wrists together behind herself, noticing that she had forgotten.

The man roped his belt around Trish’s neck and pulled tight upwards. “Rise scum.”

Constriction was all that she could think about, feeling the taut pressure around her neck – her chin reaching up as high as it could in response. She could see him looking down at her, her nerves flaring and her heart beating faster.

The man narrowed his eyes. “Did I stutter?” He tugged on the makeshift leash demanding she get up. “Cunt.”

Trish whined in return, pulling herself up from the floor – the sting on her knees still fresh. The man removed the belt from her neck and turned her with a firm hand to face him. His eyes, gray-green, inspected every inch of his property; one hand tracing along the curves of her skin. Then, he retrieved the violet wand from his pocket, snaking it up her thigh with eyes locked on her – discarding the belt.

Her hair bristled on end, but she did not tremble. Not anymore. The violet wand moving along the curves of her skin, underneath her breasts and between the contours of her legs. The man pressed down on a subtle button that made a sharp clicking noise. With a violent burst the wand came to life in a wicked jolt, biting along her pelvic region. Even for as many times as she had felt it, Trish still could not help but loose a whine.

With one quick motion the man drew Trish to his body and wrapped his free arm around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder close to her neck. He traced the wand wolfishly in circles around his pet’s clit. “Show me how much you’ve learned,” he growled.

Snap. The wand kissed her thigh, dangerously close to the lips of her pussy. Trish flinched in the embrace of her Master.

His lips twisted to a cruel jape of a smile. “You remember what to do don’t you?” He said in a dark, silky voice, petting up and down the length of her wet slit – making it slick with desire. The man pushed a finger inside of her tightness and pressed against the walls of her sex making sure to tease her slowly.

She could feel the hardness of his erect cock pressing up against her ass as he fingered her to the knuckle. “O-of course master,” she purred with hesitation, feeling confident and scared that she could not give him what he wanted.

The man removed his finger from her lower lips and pinched the skin between her clit, pulling on her hood in a jerking like motion that teased her delightfully. “Three,” he stopped touching her and pressed the violet wand just inches above her clit, flicking it to its lowest setting. “Two,” he said.

Trish squirmed in his arms.

Her Master only held her tighter at that. “One,” he warned before hitting the button and giving her a little spark. She yelped instinctively. The man snapped his fingers. “Cum for me slut,” he commanded authoritatively. Trish gave in to the rush of ecstasy with ease, but knew she was far from going over that edge. She dared not to try and fake it, lest she bring his ire to its height.

Heartbeats passed and an impatient noise escaped the man’s throat. “Do not make me repeat myself,” he pressed his thumb against the red button and the wand sprung to life – releasing a sharp pinch like pain against Trish.

She recoiled into his tight embrace. “I’m sorry Master.”

The man simply growled at her failure, circling her clit with his fingers before giving her another shock. He moved closer to her ear and whispered. “I’m a useless fucking cum slut,” he circled the end of the wand around her clit letting her fear settle deep. “Say it.”

Tightness was all that Trish could feel in her throat but she steadied herself. “I’m a useless cum slut,” she mewled.

Effortlessly the man clicked the wand to life. “I’m a useless fucking cum slut,” he emphasized what she had forgotten.

Pain bloomed on Trish’s left thigh as she let out a pained noise. “I-I’m a useless fucking cum slut Master,” she squirmed. Trish began to feel light headed, drifting away, knowing that the night would be long and full of punishments when the Master was fanning the flames of his ego. But despite the miserable treatment she could not escape.

She did not want to displease her Master.

An Evening in Exhibition

 
“So where exactly are we going,” I asked James, we had been driving for some time now.

“Fancy place,” he said. “Eleanor Verone,” he briefly glanced over to me. “You’re a little underdressed but ya should be fine,” he assured.

“If tonight’s the night,” I said. “Then why didn’t your boss come see me? Why send you,” I asked, fiddling with the radio until I found a local classical station. James slapped my hand away seconds later.

“You actually listen to that crap or are you just trying to act sophisticated?” His words dripping with disbelief as he switched to something more rock and grunge.

“Sorry I don’t listen to mindless dreck,” I scoffed.

“Places to be and such,” he said in answer to my question about the boss man.

“So he could take the time to just idly sit in some café but not to come and physically ask me?”

“He’s persnickety.”

“Maybe he’s just not that interested.”

“Oh that boy’s interested alright,” it was the first time I had ever heard any of them refer to him outside of his usual names and honorifics. “Damn near sweats bullets every time I catch him thinkin about ya,” his voice was cheery, but I couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not.

“Right… so why you? Why not Carina?”

“She’d spoil ya darling dove,” he said, the way that he skirted around my question with humor instead of a more truthful answer was not lost on me. I found it passing curious the way he called me the same pet name that Carina did, I couldn’t understand the two separately let alone as a pair. “Boss wouldn’t want that,” he added. “Unless you’d rather her company than mine,” he quipped.

“Precisely what I was thinking,” I told him.

“Just has a way to himself,” James paused considering his next words. “Always wanting to fix people,” he waited a moment as he kept focused. “Seeing somethin that no one else does,” he said. Another twenty minutes of mostly smooth driving through the night passed before we reached a full parking lot of the Eleanor Verone. The place had multiple floors to it, at least three stories high. Both James and I got out of the car. He headed over to me and tentatively grabbed my wrist, leaning in close.

“There is one condition,” he whispered into my ear. He placed two golden balls in my hand no bigger than an inch and a half each. I could feel my cheeks flush at him giving me them. “Sure that you’re familiar with these,” he said.

I was reluctant to admit my familiarity with ben-wa balls. “Yes,” I answered. “But what the hell are you expecting me to do with them?” I already knew what he was going to say, but I felt the need to ask.

James raised his brows and raised a hand, making his palm flat and bringing his fingers together tight. He then took his index and middle finger, gesturing by poking the two fingers upwards against the palm of his hand. I gave him a look in the dark of the lot. “I’ll look away,” he assured before doing so.

“No.” The words came out of me cold as stone, hanging there for a moment. James stepped closer to me. My stomach tightened at that.

“No what?” James held the ben-wa balls in his hand, keeping his eyes firmly on my own. I didn’t say a word. I wanted him to try and work it out. “No you won’t do it?” He asked, cinching his arm around the small of my back and pulling me close to him. Euphoria like electricity ran up me. “No you don’t want me to look away?” He unbuttoned my pants and reached his hand down to my panties, searching my eyes for any look of disapproval. He wouldn’t find any.