Dark Desires (4 page)

“So sweet,” he growled against her lips,
pulling back slightly. “So innocent. Haven’t you been with a man before?”

“Very few times, Master,” she admitted
softly, her eyes drifting away from his. “And it has been a long time.”

He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet
his gaze, which was surprisingly gentle. “Then this will be a night to
remember, for both of us. I will take great pleasure in your sexual awakening.
And I promise, you will too.”

The limo came to a stop, and Katherine
looked over Mark’s head and out the window to see the lighted front steps of
what looked to be an apartment complex. Or maybe it was a hotel—it looked
far more elegant than any complex she’d ever seen, but she knew Mark lived in
Chicago so she didn’t understand why he’d live in a hotel anyway.

“Good evening, Mr. Donaldson,” the man at
the front desk greeted him as they walked into the foyer. His grey eyes passed
over Katherine with no comment. She supposed he saw women come and go often
enough.

“Evening, Richard.”

They rode the elevator up to the top
floor, and stepped right into an anteroom. Her eyes took in the arched ceiling,
the marble floor, the tastefully decorated walls as he took her hand and led
her to the French doors on the other side. The entered a thirty-foot living
room with vaulted ceilings, lapis lazuli fireplace and a seemingly endless
stretch of glass walls that offered a panoramic view of the city.

“This is a penthouse, isn’t it?” she
asked, her eyes trailing up a curving staircase that led to another set of
French doors she could only imagine led to his bedroom.

“Two floors, fifteen rooms,” he answered,
smiling a little at the look of awe on her face. “Do you like it?”

“It’s gorgeous.” Her eyes settled on the
dark brown leather couch in front of the fire place, and she wandered over to
it, her lust momentarily put at bay by the sheer amount of wealth being thrust
in her face. Her hands slid along the buttery soft leather as she sat down. “I
would love to curl up right here with a blanket in front of the fire with a
book during the winter. It would be just right.”

He smiled as he joined her on the couch.
“I like curling up on here with a woman even more.” His eyes gleamed, igniting
the banked coals of her desire once more. “I’m going to get something from
upstairs. When I come back, I expect you to have your dress and shoes off.”

“Yes, Master.”

She watched him walk up the staircase,
admiring the way his suit seemed to flow around his powerful body, and licked
her lips. Only when the doors had closed did she stand up and slowly tug off
her dress. It seemed absurd since he’d already seen her naked, but she was
still a bit self-conscious. She placed her dress and shoes off to the side,
and, standing only in the thong he’d bought her, looked around. A motion caught
her eye and she looked to see her reflection in the windows. Her hair was still
up, she noticed, and wondered if she should take it down. It would end up down
eventually, she decided, pulling the pins from it so that it cascaded down and
around her shoulders, covering the tips of her breasts. She looked like Eve,
she decided, staring at herself in the glass again.

She was just placing her earrings on a
side table when he came down the stairs again, carrying a small bag. Her
heartbeat raced at the sight of him—he’d removed his shoes, jacket and
shirt, leaving on only the pair of grey slacks. The muscles of his chest were
perfectly formed as they gleamed in the light. But the smile on his lips died
as his eyes landed on hers, and she recoiled as they flashed with ire.

“Did I ask you to let down your hair?” he
asked softly as he approached her

“N-no, Master.” She backed up a step as
he closed the distance between them, and her legs hit the back of the couch as
he placed his hands on either side of her hips.

“Did I not tell you that you were to
follow my orders?”

“Yes, you did,” she whispered. “Master.”

“Then why did you not follow them?”

“But I did,” she told him, confused. “I
took off the shoes and dress. I didn’t realize you wanted me to leave everything
else on.”

He stroked the side of her cheek gently.
“I understand you are new to all this,” he told her, looking deeply into her
eyes, and she relaxed slightly as she saw the anger in them had abated. “And I
will learn to be more specific with my directions. But when we are together you
must do exactly as I say, nothing more, nothing less. If you disobey my orders,
you will be punished. And I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you now.”

Katherine gulped, her eyes wide. “Yes,
Master.” What sort of punishment would he give her?

“Turn around,” he ordered, grabbing her
arms when she did so. She felt him wrap cloth around her wrists, tightly enough
so that she could feel the bones rub together as he tied the knot. “I’ve
changed my mind. We’re going upstairs.”

With one hand on her shoulder and the
other around her forearm he marched her up the winding staircase and through
the ornate double doors. They opened into a lavish bedroom with thick
carpeting, gilt-edged walls, and a canopy bed with sin-black sheets that looked
so decadent her pulse jumped at the idea of being in it with him. Instead of
leading her to it, he pushed her onward to the opposite wall, which was
completely concealed by dark, heavy curtains. Pulling on a golden rope, the
curtain glided to the left, revealing a black dungeon door. Without releasing
his grip on her shoulder, he inserted a large metal key into the lock, then
pulled open the door. She half expected it to creak ominously, but it glided
open silently on obviously well oiled hinges.

Inside, her jaw dropped at the sight---
the walls were dark grey stone, like that in a true dungeon, with fake torches
glowing in brackets placed all along the walls. A long, metal table dominated
the room, black restraint cuffs resting at the corners. She could see they were
attached to the table by chains. There was some sort of swing-like contraption
near the far wall that she couldn’t even conceive of, and there was another
table with various tools and restraints. She tried to crane her neck to get a
look at them, but he led her straight to the table and lifted her up onto it.

Since she had no hands to support her,
she was forced to turn her head to the side and rest her cheek against the cold
metal. As she did so, her eyes widened at the sight of a wide, rectangular
mirror, displaying her full length as she sprawled on the table. She was
shocked at just how wanton she looked, with her hair spilling around her face,
her breasts pressed against the table, and her scantily-clad ass rising in the
air.

She watched as Mark placed one of his big
hands on her bottom, meeting her eyes in the mirror, and smiled slightly.
“There’s one in front of you too, and also one overhead. I like my submissive
to watch what I am doing to them, while I am doing it.”

“Oh.” She said in a small voice, then
yelped when he pinched her bottom.

“Oh…?”

“Master,” she added sheepishly.

“Good girl.” Mark tugged her legs open
and secured the restraints around her ankles. “Now, for your punishment.” He
picked up a black paddle from the table and smacked her left cheek with it. She
gasped at the stinging pain. He smacked the opposite cheek, delivering the same
pain. Her legs trembled as he continued to alternate, the stinging turning into
a dull throb—a throb that extended between her legs, she realized. With
each strike of the paddle she could feel her pussy thrum, could feel the little
vibrator shake a little against her clit. She felt a tiny bit of moisture run
down the inside of her right thigh, and knew that if she were able to reach a
hand between her legs she would find her thong was soaked.

Looking in the mirror again, she saw that
his face was expressionless as he paddled her, but his eyes were gleaming. She
whimpered a little at the sight of her ass, all shiny pink now, then gasped as
he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up.

“Not loud enough,” he growled, bringing
the paddle down just a little harder. “I want to hear you beg.”

A cry escaped her lips as he dragged her
back, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Please,” she gasped as he
tugged on her hair harder.

The crack of the paddle against her ass
reverberated louder through the room. “Please what? What do you want?”

“I… I can’t…” she cried out as he smacked
her with the paddle again.

“I know that deep inside that shy, conservative
exterior is a sexy wanton,” he growled in her ear. “It’s her I want to bring
out to play with me. Now tell me, what do you want?”

“I want…
release
…” she gasped,
tears stinging her eyes. “Please, Master.”

The paddle cracked against her flesh
again, but lighter this time. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“I want…” her jaw worked for a moment as
she forced herself to say the words aloud. “I want your mouth on me…on me.
Pleasing me. Master”

“Down here? On your wet, pink pussy?” He
slipped a finger beneath the scrap of cloth that covered it and her knees
nearly buckled.

“Yes. Please, Master,” she begged again.

“Good girl. You’re learning.” He placed
the paddle aside and squeezed her cheeks gently in each hand. “You have such a
beautiful ass,” he murmured as she moaned in pleasure-pain. “So round and pink.
I might just give you what you want—but first you have to please me.”

His hands released her sore cheeks, then
undid the restraints on her wrists and ankles. She brought her hands around to
rub her wrists gently, but didn’t dare move anything else until he ordered her
to.

“On all fours,” he told her, coming
around the table as she obeyed. Her eyes widened as he undid his belt buckle
and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. He wore neither boxers nor briefs
beneath as the pants pooled around his ankles. The mushroom tip was large and
pink, a drop of pre-cum glistening near the slit, and a blue vein stood out
along the side of its long, thick length. She licked her lips, her heart
pounding double time.

He pressed that pink tip against her
lips. “Take it,” he ordered, fisting his right hand in her hair.

Her tongue darted out again, this time to
taste. It swirled around the head of his cock, soaking up the drop of sweet and
salty pre-cum, and she marveled at the silky feel of it against her tongue.
When a low groan was her only response she became a little bolder, stroking her
tongue from the base of his shaft and up to the tip, then slowly sucking the
head into her mouth. His fingers tightened the more of him she took into her
mouth, and she inhaled the heady scent of him through her nose. He was almost
too big—her lips barely touched the base, where his crisp hairs teased
her skin.

“That’s a good little pet,” he breathed
as she began to move her head up and down. Both his hands were fisted in her
hair now as she learned her rhythm. Tasting him, listening to the sounds of her
pleasure, she realized that even though she was the submissive, she still had
power of her own. He may have had countless other women here and in that big,
black bed of his, but she was the one giving him pleasure now. The knowledge
swelled her with pride, and made her even more aware of her own femininity.

Soon he was thrusting his hips against
her face, pushing his cock into her mouth faster than she was able to keep up.
He let out a shuddering groan as his seed exploded in her mouth, and she
swallowed the hot, sweet, salty liquid as he pulsed inside her.

He pulled out of her and laid her head
against his abdomen. “You have pleased me well, Katherine. You have earned a
reward.”

“Thank you, Master.” She smiled, her
pussy throbbing at the mention of a ‘reward’. Would he give her what she asked
for?

“On your back,” he ordered, and she
rolled over to comply. He slid her panties off her legs and she smiled with
anticipation, certain he was going to kneel between her legs any moment now.
When he began securing her wrists and ankles in the restraints again a hint of
panic rose up.

“I… I thought we were done with my
punishment?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. What was he
going to do to her? “Master?”

He gave her a reassuring smile. “I
promise you’ll enjoy this. I’ll be right back.”

Katherine bit her lip to hold back a cry
as he walked out, leaving her alone in this single room with no windows. She
was terribly aware of the fact that she was naked and chained to this table,
and if something were to happen to him she would be left alone in here for a
long time. Days, maybe weeks even. The thought had her heart hammering against
her ribcage as though it were trying to break free to escape. Sweat beaded
along her forehead and she had to fight not to strain against the restraints.
It was unlikely she could break free anyway, but too much movement could
possibly send the table toppling, and that would make things worse for her.

Trust. He had said to trust him, and that
she would be safe. She was going to have to trust that he would be back.

She let out the breath she was holding
when the door opened again and Mark entered holding an ice cube tray and the
black cloth he used to tie her wrists. He was still naked, and she admired the
gleam of his muscles in the dim light as well as his confidence—even
without all those windows downstairs she wouldn’t have felt comfortable walking
through her apartment buck naked.