Dalliance in Darkness ( Dalliance #1) (8 page)

Dean chuckled to himself, obviously pleased with the situation. But his pleasure was mine. He moved his finger in and out of my pussy, petting against my slick walls. I clenched on to him hard, I wanted him to picture just how tight I could milk him.

I found myself lost in a thrall, almost blissfully aware of every touch against me. I was already so close to cumming all over his fingers. It just couldn’t be helped. “I’m gonna cum,” I found myself saying over and over.

Dean pulled his fingers away. In the matter of seconds so much of the momentum went away, but the promise of it was still there – fresh. Taunting me. Demanding I find a way to fill that insatiable need. Lusting for the thickness of something more.

Dull pain throbbed in my shoulder as he spun me around once again and pressed me up against the wall, holding my chin with his fingers and forcing the ones wet with my juices into my mouth.

The shadow of a smirk pursed on his lips with that gleam in his eye. “See how good you taste?”

I gagged on his fingers, on the taste of my own sex. But I never let my sight fall from his. We kept intense eye contact as he unzipped his fly and pulled a condom from his wallet with the alacrity of some sort of perverted magician. Sleight of hand or some crazy shit.

Dean put the condom to my mouth and let me grab it between my lips as he pulled the length of his shaft from his boxers and stroked it up and down. He put his hands on me and forced me to my knees.

Full and inviting smells greeted my nose, a pungent but erotic aroma that one can only get used to, to appreciate. It made my mouth water. Just thinking about getting to suck that and to milk him for every last drop of his hot cum. If he thinks he’ll last for more than a few minutes I’ll just have to show him how a real woman pleases a man. I put the condom to the head of his cock and kept my eyes up on his own, slowly pushing the red colored rubber all the way down to the root.

He groaned as I gagged. Careful now, I can’t have you come too soon – I need to savor this.

I pulled off of the length of his shaft, saliva dripping from my mouth and lines of pearl connecting my jaw to his cock. But I felt a heavy drop in my chest.

My eyes went wide as I saw the elevator open. I froze completely.

Dean turned his head.

Two people in view. One woman, another man. They were as much deer in the headlights as me. But not Dean. The man going ‘uhh’.

Dean kept a hand on the back of my head clenching the tresses of my hair between his fingers. He looked directly at the couple, not wavering in the least. “Either get in,” he said. “Or get out,” the last word punctuated with him pushing me back down on him. I instinctively complied, smoothly sliding myself back down to the base of his sex.

The two looked at one another quickly communicating non-verbally. The woman stepped closer and craned her head over to look at the buttons, closing the doors before taking retreating paces back with the man.

The doors closed and the animal inside of Dean came out roaring. He lifted me back up to my feet and pressed me firmly up against the wall, grabbing my panties in his fist as his lips pressed against mine.

I explored his mouth with my tongue and held the sides of his face tight underneath the bite of my blue nails. Let’s see how he likes this.

Dean jerked unexpectedly as I bit into his lip. Even bad boys can be surprised when it comes to blood.

I loved it though. I didn’t want my lips to leave his. Copper. A bit sweet. But that was how it tasted. Contrast was what it was all about – the duality of two extremes and the maddening pleasure between.

He tugged at my panties with great force once, then again. His second motion ripping them off.

The tearing sound made me smile, but not half as much as Dean lifting me higher and spreading my legs – letting them rest against the breadth of his shoulders. His hands squeezing my ass with the weight of his body keeping me pushed up and in a position of utter submission.

Dean pushed himself inside of me.

I gripped him tighter with my hands, a moan escaping me as I felt him push inside. He was just the right fit; filling me up completely. The entirety of my body ached to grind and push against him. But even now he was teasing me – his control commendable as the look on his face was one of surprise and delight. If I could just coerce him into really fucking me.

Dean groaned before biting down on my neck. “You’re so,” he pulled himself out with a quick moan. “Fucking tight,” he slammed back into me.

Acting purely on instinct I found myself wrapping around him more and more, giving him my approval with every hard stroke inside of me. My whole body was warm with liquid fire, I could feel my core aching and a building pressure in my sex. I hadn’t been so excited in some time, and I knew that I wasn’t going to last very long.

There was a simplistic brutality to his motions – primal even – but he remained with an air of control. I clenched my feet and let go. My whole body enraptured with pleasure as I surrendered to the trilling orgasm that coursed through me.

I couldn’t help but whine. “Cumming!” I yelped. “Cumming!” It was all that I could bring myself to say, and even then it was choked and broken.

Such a sweet release. Listening to the sound of his cock sloshing around the juices of my pussy, a line of cum rolling down the length of his shaft. Warmth flooded me as I basked in my rolling orgasm.

Dean bucked wildly into me now and could only manage a series of grunts, groans and curses under a murmured breath. He moved his face in close enough for our noses to touch and we maintained eye contact as he shot his hot load inside of me. The walls of my tight cunt milking his every last drop before he could manage to pull out.

Our breathing was hot and heavy as we composed and clothed ourselves. If there was ever going to be a next time I’d better not wear anything too expensive for underwear. My panties were completely ruined.

I collapsed into Dean’s embrace; his arms wrapped tight around me leaving me with a sense of security.

I looked up into his eyes. “Now what?” I could feel his chest expanding against me in a deep and relaxed breath, my head shifting along with it. I felt in over my head. I’d done the best that I could but I felt that my treading were only in the shallowest parts of dark waters. Could I go further?

Dean gently brushed back a strand of my hair. “Downwards and onwards, Alice.”

Rules of Engagement

Light was a welcome thing. Much to my chagrin Dean’s associate James had me blindfolded again. From what Dean had told me earlier, this was his master office and his exquisite taste backed that up. Expensive book shelves with all sorts of literature, some I could pick out and some I couldn’t – mind you the resplendence of the room was offset – for there was an undeniable Kafkaesque feeling about the whole place. Where things were in order, another three things were not.

James, who had been permitted to escort and oversee us, remained silent and towering over both myself and Dean as ever. He seemed distant. Thinking about something far and away; be it in the past or of the present I hadn’t the foggiest. I was eager to learn. Repeatedly.

Dean brought his hand to a drawer and opened it, pulling out a stapled three sheet piece of paper. He slid it across his desk and over to me along with a pen. “Read it over,” James said. “And don’t skim.”

I paid him no mind as he spoke choosing to carefully read over some of the text first. “My attention to detail is flawless,” I flaunted.

“Almost so,” Dean scoffed.

“Well,” I shifted around to cross my legs in my chair. “That fits our tryst,” I couldn’t help myself. If there was one thing I knew that I was good at above everyone else it was at least in that. Mouthing my way into considerable trouble.

Of the corner most of my eyes, Dean looked at me with a burning contempt.

James on the other hand, found himself in disagreement with his boss, a wide toothed smile beaming across his face.

Much of these were concepts I already knew but I didn’t feel comfortable skipping by them, not wanting to miss anything thanks to hubris. Some of them a little weird.

Rules of Submission:

Your traditional safe words are. ‘Green’ to keep going; harder or more. ‘Yellow’ to slow down; change what you are doing. ‘Red’ to stop immediately.

Your Dominant’s word is final and must be obeyed – words by his proxy are the same.

Our relation must strive to be like the Oroborus. Feeding off of one another – complimenting one another. Shedding our skin to become anew.

You are to enrich and please your Dominant, as it is his job to do the same to you.

You will exchange power both in and out of the bedroom excluded only when otherwise permitted by your Dominant.

You will be cared for in all ways and are expected to grow. It is your duty to remain healthy, and your Dominant’s to enforce this.

You were beautiful before and you will submit to being the highest you that you can be. You will be beautiful after. If this is not the case, you have been wronged.

Your submission begins and ends when you say it does. You are not a prisoner. You must earn your Dominant’s guidance and they must earn your submission.

You WILL communicate with your Dominant, as they shall be expected to do so with you. No subject is off limits.

Lying to one another (outside of your scenes) is not permitted. Trust must always remain.

Despite the title, these are guidelines. You the reader must decide on the relationship on your own.

The second paper detailed briefly the scope of what I’d been selected for.

Your Role in O.D.Y.N: Intelligence Liaison / Operative / Mark

Your Rank in O.D.Y.N: Novice.

Intelligence Liaison: You will be expected to collect pertinent information and relay this to your superiors, this is in field work. You must retain your cover at all costs.

Operative: You will be deployed in field. This involves combat as a risk. You are to only take out targets deemed necessary for survival or approved by a Director or higher.

I clicked the pen and signed one of the papers. “This first one,” I said.

Dean raised his brows. “Yes?”

I felt a smile tug at my lips. “It’s required for the second and you’re going to be my Dom?”

“That’s correct,” Dean paused. “And I train all the promising new recruits first hand so yes.”