Dark Tales 1 (4 page)

Molly froze when she realized that there was a gun pointing at her. “Uh, ma’am, he has me pinned to the wall. He has to move away.”

Darryl held his hands out, and he stepped aside, leaving her in line for the barrel.

“Baby, you know that you haven’t felt like doing it lately. Do you blame me for looking for some on the side?”

Molly felt the flame of fury in her body. “You said you were single. I asked you three times if you were single. You said you weren’t seeing anyone. I am all up for fun, but this is messed up. I am out of here.”

She stepped to the side and heard the sharp pop of the gun. Molly looked to one side, and the bookshelf she was next to had a bullet hole through the wood of the shelf. She stumbled back and everything went white.

Molly straightened, and she felt that time had passed. She was alone in the hall, and Darryl and his creepy girlfriend were nowhere to be seen.

She reached for her phone but couldn’t find her purse. Ah well. She could head for the main road and hail a cab. It would take an hour to get there, but she could manage it.

A dark laugh rang through the halls. Molly froze.

She looked to where she remembered the door being, and she glanced around in confusion. The door was gone. Smooth wood was in its place.

“It seems your lover has left you here to your own devices.” The rich voice spilled out of one of the chambers off to her left.

She followed the voice and found a man lounging in a deep chair, sipping a glass of brandy. “Do you know him?”

“He brings his conquests here, one at a time. We watch, but since nothing comes of it, we let him go.”

“Let him go? Is he trespassing?”

“Oh, definitely, but he puts on a good show, so we tolerate him.”

Molly stared, but she couldn’t see into the shadows that disguised her conversational companion. “Do you know how I can get out of here?”

“Of course. The key is silence. No matter what you hear, see or feel, you cannot utter a sound. You may not even ask our names once the way out has begun. Silence is your key.”

“I don’t understand.” She stared at him, and the air wavered around him.

“You don’t have to understand; you just have to choose. Do you want to come out the other side, or do you want to shatter the world around you by uttering a sound? The choice is yours.”

The world spun again, and Molly was in a long hallway. Doors lined the hall, and sideboards broke up the stark appearance of the wood and dark wallpaper. She stepped toward the door at the end of the hall when a door opened next to her.

Ignoring it was her plan, but as she tried to step forward, it was like being stuck in thick honey. She couldn’t go forward. She couldn’t go back. The open door was her only option.

She stared at her shoes while she decided. She could remain in the hall and shout her head off, but what would that get her?

The black pumps didn’t give her any insight into what was going on, so she walked toward the open room.

The door swung shut behind her, and she jumped. Molly turned and tried to open the door, but the lock wouldn’t turn in her hand.

She felt a hand stroke her spine, and she whirled to look at the person touching her, but there was no one.

Shivering in confusion, she walked past a low couch and toward a desk where a piece of paper was lying in the centre of the glossy mahogany.

Elbows on the table and lean forward, ass out. Don’t move and don’t make a sound.

Molly stood upright and walked around to the door and tried it again. She wasn’t going to play whatever sick game was taking place here. She made a fist and pounded on the door.

A hand grabbed her arm and turned her around. She had a moment to take in his sharp and handsome features before he kissed her, stroking his tongue between her lips with the confidence of a man who knew she wasn’t going to bite.

He pressed her to the door and lifted her, holding her with his pelvis, and the ridge of his erection was enticing. She shivered and returned his kiss. She had come out that night wanting a little fun, and he seemed willing to give it to her. As he leaned away, she opened her lips, but he pressed a finger to her mouth.

To her surprise, he nodded toward the desk and winked. A moment later, he disappeared.

She began to shake and felt a hand at the base of her spine, moving in a slow circle.

He wasn’t real, right? So she could bend over the desk, and all she would do was embarrass herself. If this wasn’t real, she would just have to deal with her subconscious at a later date.

Sticking her ass the air in front of a webcam wasn’t the worst thing she had ever done. At least she got to keep her clothing on.

At this point, the webcam was all she could think of. She called herself seventeen kinds of stupid while she walked over to the desk, and when she had settled her forearms against the smooth wood, she heard a chuckle that was so soft as to be nearly silent.

She heard, rather than saw, the steps behind her. She didn’t turn around. She kept her face toward the message on the paper.

The touch on her backside was warm, and he didn’t hesitate. Both hands cupped her buttocks and massaged them with strong motions.

Molly opened her mouth and would have gasped, but she remembered what had been said, and she closed her jaws with a snap.

The fingers gripped her butt, and she glanced behind her, shocked to see no one there. A hand left her backside and held her head, turning her forward.

She could feel him, could feel the heat of his thighs against the back of her skirt. He wasn’t there. He really wasn’t there. She closed her eyes as he ran his hands over her ass for a few more minutes before he flipped her skirt up and hooked the waistband of her panties, pulling the small barrier down her thighs.

The feeling of lips on her ass made her jump, and she tried to turn to face him, but he used his hand on her once again. He held her head forward until she stopped resisting and resumed his delicate attentions to the globes of her butt.

Whoever—whatever—was kissing her, he really liked her ass. It sent a shudder through her when she guessed at what would come next.

Kinky games were her favourite part of the dating app. She could have a guy for a night and then move on to the next with no worries about judgment or repeat performances. While she wasn’t a fan of how it started, she was enjoying the kink that Darryl had brought her to.

She would worry about how they managed the effects later. For now, she was getting hot.

She kept her eyes closed as fingers slid up and down the seam of her ass. When the rough fingertips circled her slit, she jumped a little. He held her down with a hand to her spine and slid one digit into her.

Molly’s face was hot. She knew how wet she was. Hide and seek and blindfolds were her favourite games. This was a neat twist on her old favourites.

He moved his hand and thrust another finger into her. She bit her lip and arched her back. The third finger was a tight fit, but she was wet enough that it still went in.

She flexed her hands on the wood and tried to dig her nails into the polished surface.

The hand thrust in and out, a few inches of motion that had her shaking with the need to cum.

Molly tightened around his fingers and focused on sending herself over the edge.

He pulled his fingers away and fit the head of his cock against her.

The hot, hard shaft fit into her, and the girth stretched her just enough to be on the uncomfortable side. With a few thrusts, the friction had her back on the edge, and she drew her nails down the wood as she opened her mouth in a silent scream.

She could still feel her pussy clenching around him when his fingers pressed against the entrance to her ass. Unless she missed it, he hadn’t cum, and he did have that fascination for her butt. He wasn’t done yet.

Instead of being an idiot and trying to use her own moisture as lube, he rubbed something thick and slick into her asshole. His fingers began to loosen her next, and when she had taken two of his digits he pulled them out before he pressed his cock into her, holding her hips and sliding into her, inch by inch.

She pushed back against him, wincing at the ache and burn that he was inflicting, but loving the dark pleasure that was rippling through her.

The moment she could feel his balls against her thighs and the prickle of hair against her skin, he started moving with slow and easy motions that built in ferocity over long minutes until he was hammering at her and she was bracing herself on the desk for support.

He reached beneath her and gripped her breasts, squeezing and kneading at her until she bucked back against him again as a shivering orgasm ran through her.

He jerked his hips into her, and she guessed at the cum shooting inside her. When he pulled out, a dribble trailed down the back of her thighs. She held still, her hands braced on the table and sweat dripping from her skin.

He placed a kiss on her left buttock, slid her panties back into place and smoothed her skirt back over her butt. She gasped and throbbed where he had been inside her, and when her vision cleared, she looked down at the note.

Walk down the hall and go to the next room. You can rest there. Don’t say a word.

She straightened and could feel the wetness seeping out of her. Her ass was still tight, but she trusted that it would be a mess when it came time to clean up.

Molly looked around, and the door was open. She moved stiffly and carefully out the door and down the hall until she ran into the heavy and impassible air again. The door that was open beckoned her in.

She heard the sound of running water and followed it to the bathroom, where a soaker tub was filling with warm water and a mound of bubbles.

The invitation was clear, and she was sticky and slick enough to give in. Her clothing hit the floor in an untidy heap. She flicked her panties away so that they wouldn’t get her dress wet, though the dress was soaked with sweat and the bra was no better.

Her heels were knocked over and abandoned as she stepped into the bath. The heat told her where the abrasions were, and she settled in for a long soak. Morning would be soon enough for her to hike to the main road. Walking around in the dark was dangerous.

She settled back and relaxed until the water was tepid. Every inch of her had been scrubbed clean, and she could almost think that she had imagined the previous encounter. She would have if her clothing hadn’t disappeared to be replaced by a long muslin gown hanging from the door.

She dried off with super-soft linen and hung it up carefully. The gown was obviously for her, so she slipped it on and removed the clip that kept her hair off her face. The bed was covered with lace, and one side of the bedding was turned down in invitation. Molly didn’t want to be rude, so she slipped into the envelope prepared for her and settled against the pillows.

She was nearly asleep when she felt a body pressing against hers under the blankets. She smiled slightly and burrowed back against him.

Molly drifted in and out of an alert mode as his hands went on a slow exploration of her body. She opened her mouth to comment on his previous knowledge of her, but he pressed his fingers to her lips.

She licked at the fingers and sucked them into her mouth. He quivered against her back and burrowed beneath the bedding.

She wasn’t sure what he was up to until he arranged her on her back and slowly lifted the edge of her nightgown as he kissed his way up to her sex.

She felt his breath on her before he applied his mouth to her slit with delicate ferocity. He was careful but savage as he worked her body into moving against his tongue.

She pressed her hand to her mouth as she soared toward release. Her first encounter had primed her, and now, she was up for an escalation of activity. Her hands gripped the pillow under her head as she gritted her teeth when her senses flew apart. Fire ran through her limbs, and her body pulsed around his tongue.

Molly was breathing hard, her body coated in sweat again as she settled against the sheets under the coverlet.

The man under the covers moved slowly up her body. She assumed he was going to slide into her, but instead, he took her left nipple between his teeth and bit carefully.

Her hand slammed over her mouth again as he moved from breast to breast, biting, sucking, nibbling and then starting all over.

Her senses were in overdrive. The dark of the room must have happened while she was dozing. She looked under the blanket, but all she could see was the unending darkness of the room around her.

He started to knead at her breasts as he sucked, and she bit her lip. She had always enjoyed rough handling. She pressed up toward her bed companion and rolled her hips against him.

The feel of his smile against the fabric that stuck to her from the wet of his mouth was triumphant.

He continued to play with her breasts for another ten minutes while she ground her hips against him.

She would have begged, but she was supposed to remain quiet. She let go of the pillow and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him away from her breasts for a kiss. His lips and tongue were surprisingly cool for the heated impact they had on her breasts.

She could taste the tang of herself in his mouth, but his own flavour was elusive. He broke the kiss, and a heartbeat later, she was alone. The blankets collapsed on her, and the only proof he had ever been there was the wet marks on her chest. The damp rings that his mouth had left were proof that she hadn’t imagined him.

Her body was throbbing, and she debated what to do. She could get up and stumble around in the dark or stay in bed, throbbing and frustrated.

With all of the weirdness going on, she chose to remain in bed. She wouldn’t sleep, and her clit was too tender to touch, so she just lay there and waited for light.

Some sick son of a bitch had changed her clothing while she slept. The satiny gown and slippers belonged in a historical re-enactment. She felt something in her hair and found a ribbon tied in a bow on top of her head. She was someone’s dress-up doll.