Darque Wants (93 page)

Anticipating Darque’s next day of punishment was certainly not conducive to a good night of sleep.  But to make matters worse, in her dreams she still tried to figure out the missing puzzle.

There somewhere in her imagination, she saw the scene unfolding, live and in front of her face, as if she inhabited the body of a young Elena, eavesdropping on bedroom gossip.

The door gently inched itself open revealing a boy, hardly eighteen, wearing his school clothes and sitting in a rocking chair.  The young one was tan-skinned and handsome, but a few years short of Darque’s adult charm.  The boy looked on in interest as a feminine voice alerted him to attention.

“Sebastien,” the voice said, getting louder as footsteps tapped onward.  He looked up at the visitor in wide-eyed awe and swallowed nervously.

“Yes, Godmother?”

An older woman stood before him, wearing semi-formal clothes.  A violet blouse and dress, looking a bit like a schoolteacher.  But even without a clear view of her face, Bella knew who it was.  It was Melissa, the woman who first broke his heart.

“What was your grade on the test, Sebastien?”

“Uhh…not great.”

“What was it?”

“D.”

She sighed.  “We talked about that.”

“I know.”

“Did you study at all?”

“I wanted to…a little bit.  I just panicked.  I couldn’t remember anything.”

“Well, you know the punishment for getting poor grades, don’t you?”

“Yes, Godmother.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Ohh…can’t we do it in the dark this time?”

“Are you questioning me?”

“No, Godmother.”

“Take them all off.  Go ahead.”

Bella watched as did the mysterious Domme who claimed young Bastien.  She folded her arms and watched with interest as Bastien shyly took his shirt off, exposing his hard but still teenage physique.  His innocent face blushed as he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor, leaving only underwear for Melissa to stretch and poke.

“Are you getting excited?”

“No, Godmother.”

“Better not be.  I can tell if you’ve been playing with yourself.”

“I haven’t.”

“Who have you been thinking of?”

“I…I can’t say.  Nobody.”

“Are you lying?”

“It’s just…a little embarrassing.”

“Tell me.  Or you get double the punishment.”

“I was thinking of…uh…uh…you…in that one dress…”

“Me?  You were thinking of me?”

“Yes, Godmother.”

“How nasty.  You’re a little pervert, Sebastien.  I’m going to tell your mother.”

“No, no!  Please don’t…I…I am sorry.  I didn’t mean to.  I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“I’m a mature woman, Sebastien.  You’re a boy.”

“I know.”

“What did you do when you thought of me?”

“Please don’t make me say it.”

“Tell me.  Or else.”

“I thought of you.  While I…”

“While you what?”

“While I touched myself.”

“Is this what you did?”

She reached into his underwear and began stroking his fast-tightening erection.

“Don’t…don’t…I can’t help myself.”

“Look at you.  Still becoming aroused.  Even when you know it’s wrong.  You’re just too perverted for your own good.”

“I know.  I know.”

“Pull your pants down.  I’ve had about enough of your dirty mind, Sebastien.”

“Yes.  Okay.  I’m sorry.  I deserve it.”

“Don’t speak unless I look at you.”

“Yes, Godmother.”

He rolled down his underwear and stepped out of his socks and shoes, standing naked before her. 

“Lose that erection right now.”

“I’m sorry…I can’t.”

“You are so juvenile, aren’t you?”

“I can’t help it…”

Suddenly, Melissa slapped his asscheek.

“What did I say?”

“Mmmm!” he said with a deep inhale.  “Don’t become aroused.”

“And?”

She slapped him again.  Young Bastien hopped in place absorbing the blow and wearing a shy little smile on his face.

“I disobeyed.”

Melissa sighed.  “I don’t know what to do with you, Sebastien.  You’re a lost cause.  I can see why you’re such a nuisance.  Always getting into trouble.”

“Yes, yes,” he grunted back.

“Stand over that table.  Lean your stomach on it.  Raise your buttocks in the air.”

“Ohh…do we have to?”

“Are you asking me a question?”

“No, Godmother.”

“Do it.  Just for that, I’m add ten more strokes.”

“Ohh man…please…don’t make me cry this time.”

“I can’t promise that.”

She walked closer to him and put her hand on his firm young ass, groping him in lust and finishing with a hard slap.

“Mmm!” he groaned.

“Don’t get aroused.”

“Okay…okay…”

She pulled a paddle out from inside a drawer.  “I’m going to have to spank you.  You know that’s the punishment for having a boy erection.”

“Yes, Godmother.”

“You might cry.  And if you do, you’re just going to have to endure it like a man.”

“Yes, Godmother.”

She took her time and sized him up, pressing the wooden paddle against his ass and rubbing it around his skin.  Bastien was already breathing heavily, anticipating the blow.

The first blow was sharp and Bastien exhaled loudly. 

“Be quiet,” she warned him.

“Y-Yes-”

She slapped him again, the wooden piece stinging his ass like a burn.  “Ohh God…”

“Sit still.”

She slapped him again and Bastien wiggled on the table, touching his sore cheeks.

“Don’t you dare touch your buttcheeks.  Do you hear me?”

“Sorry…sorry…”

She slapped him again, leading him to sound out another war cry.  “Yes…yes…”

“You deserve that.”

“I do, I deserve it.”

“But you deserve more.”

“Y-Yes.  More.”

She paddled him again, increasing the strokes one by one and leaving Bastien a panting, crying and very willing victim, given the big smile on his face.

She reached under his ass and pulled out his half-erect penis, gripping it tightly with her fingers.

“Look at this,” she said, stroking him slowly.  “What did I just tell you?”

“I’m sorry!”

“Such a bad kid, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes!”

She picked up the speed, stroking his shaft faster and reaching the top of his head.  He moaned and gripped the table on the opposite side feeling the passion build in his shaking pelvis. 

“Aahh!  M-M-M-”

“What did you say?”

“M-Melissa…Godmother, aahhh!”  His ass began quivering and with her hand still wrapped around his red member, young Sebastien came hard under the table, dropping his seed and panting so hard he could barely breathe.

“Listen,” Melissa said, walking closer to him and putting her arms around his shivering body.  “I know you tried your best.  I know it feels like you failed.  But you didn’t.  Don’t ever give up.  You just need encouragement.  And that’s why I help you like this.  Because you need love but you also need discipline.  Isn’t that right?”

“Y-Yes…Yes…”

“Of course.  Don’t even stop trying, Sebastien.  Someday the whole world will be yours.  And you need to remember to be a good boy, don’t you?”

“Yes Godmother.”’

“And you’re deserving of love.  A lot of love.  You’re special.”

Just as they were finished up, Bella accidentally stepped forward alarming the lovers inside of an intruder.

“What?”

“WHO ARE YOU?”

Bella turned around and looked terrified.  Someone’s hands gripped her arms and the voice was angry, spouting venomous spit as the words rolled off the tongue like thunder.

“I SAID WHO ARE YOU?  ARABELLA?”

Arabella woke up, catching her breath and rolling over under the covers. 

Chanting to herself, barely a whisper, she spoke what was foremost on her mind.  “There’s someone else.” 
Someone else was there that nobody is telling me about
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***

Bella’s new contract was iron-clad to say the least, and it even mentioned something about Bastien having the right to put Bella in an iron vice if he so chose.  The contract essentially gave Bastien the right to do anything, no limits, and no safe words, with no rules as to decency, morals, and certainly none of friendship or love.

There was only one missing sentence and Bella immediately noticed its absence.  Usually Darque’s contracts said that his “girl” couldn’t talk back or ask questions.  This time, he intentionally neglected to say it, apparently giving Bella permission to ask questions…at least after the session was over.  That was the trade; she would have to endure his worst, and in exchange could ask a stupid question and get a stupid answer.

But he was going to make it hurt this time and he seemed just itching to feel his pain.  Bella wore exactly what he told her to wear.  She entered his private studio wearing a white blouse and red jacket with a black skirt. 

“Are you turned on?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.”

“Do not talk back to me.”

“Sorry.”

“Say yes, Master.”

She hesitated eyeing him in disbelief.

“Say it.”

“Yes, Master.”

“We’re past the game of let’s do business.  Past the game of let’s push the boundaries.  I own you now.”

“Yes, Master Darque.”

“Don’t use my name sarcastically.  You say Yes, Master, and you mean it.”

“Yes, Master.  I-”

“Just the title.  Nothing else.  Don’t test me Arabella, I have no patience left.”

She tilted her head and opened her mouth.

“Do not speak unless I give you permission.  Understand?”

“Yes…Master.”

“You wanted to be my main girl?  Push the other woman out of the way and be number one?  Then you have to do the things she was willing to do.”

“Yes, Master.”

“But it doesn’t matter,” he said in choler.  “Because now I own you.  I can do whatever I want.  Does that turn you on?”

She hesitated.  “Yes.”

“Are you lying?  Trying to get information from me?”

“Yes, Master.  No, I am not lying.”

“So you’re just nosey.  You just want to know everything about me.  You love my money.  You love the way I treat you.  You’re afraid of me but you’re attracted to me.”

“Yes, Master.”

“And what else?”

“Permission to speak?”

“Go on.”

“I really need to know what happened…so I can clear you of all charges.  It’s my job.”

“How convenient,” he said with a half-smile.  “You think I’m stupid.”

“No, Master, I don’t.”

“Nothing after my title.  You say nothing unless I give you permission to speak.  How many times do I have to tell you that?”

She remained quiet.

“Take off your clothes.  Completely.  I want you to feel what I feel.”

“Excuse me?”

He shook his head in rage.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

She nodded and began undressing.  Darque leaned on his desk and watched as Bella began taking her jacket off.

“Those are the clothes I told you to put on.  You do everything I say.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.  Keep going.”

Bella took off her jacket and waved it around.

“Uh uh, don’t dance.  Just strip.  You look at me in the face when you strip.”

She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, staring him straight in his eyes.

“Do you remember what I told you to wear under that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.  Obedient for a change.  Are you still in love with Bradley?”

“No, Master.”

“Are you lying?”

“No.”

“Take off your blouse and show me.”

She did as instructed, opening her chest to him and pulling each sleeve off, giving him a full and open look at her cherry colored bra. 

“Are you aroused?”

“Permission to speak freely?”

“Go on.”

“I am, but you disgust me.  Is that what you want?”

“Hmmm,” he replied with a smile.  “This is how I treat spies.”

“I am not a spy.  I just want to know the truth.”

“The truth, huh?  Take off your skirt when you speak to me.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Did you wear what I told you to wear?”

“Yes,” she said pulling her skirt down and showing him his own cherry colored matching panties with a lace garter belt.

              “Mmm-hmm.  Arabella.  No matter what a delinquent you are, I cannot resist your beauty.  I don’t trust you either.  The trust between us is completely gone.  This is the only way we can get it back.  Do you agree?”

              “No.  But I obey.”

              “Good.  Put your hands on your hips.  Look sexy.”

She did as she was told and met his fiery eyes.  He scanned her body slowly, taking in every morsel, knowing it was all his to command.

“I’m curious to know why you’re cooperating with me again.”

“Because…I want you to trust me again.”

“Is that right?” He walked over to her and put his hand on her ass, feeling her soft panties and then running his hand up her supple skin.  “Why is that?  You came into my office.  You had a choice.  Why did you want my approval again after disrespecting me?”

“Permission to speak?”

“Go.”

“If you won’t answer my questions, why should I answer yours?  You don’t want the truth, you just want everyone to follow your orders.  Permission to hurt your feelings?”

“Go on…”

“Because you want to hurt others, just like you’ve been hurt.  By Melissa.  My Master, Sir.”

Darque seemed pissed, but also enjoyed the game.  “Fair enough.  But when you say things like that to me, you need to pull your panties down to your ankles and bend over.  Because if you’re talking out of your ass, then you might as well look like it.  Understand?”

“But I…”

“No, no.  Just do it.  Take your panties off and bend over.”

“Fine…” she grumbled, a bit annoyed.  But she followed his orders and pulled her panties down, letting him see her full nakedness.  She bent over and sighed, turned on and disgusted, afraid but excited, as always in his presence.

Darque looked at her ass up close, putting his hands on her and rubbing.

“I won’t tell you everything.  You don’t deserve to know.  And plus, telling you could put you in danger.  Not everyone needs to know everything.  That’s just simple management strategy.  Hey, you want to talk business, Arabella?  Since our relationship is so professional.”

She looked back at him.

“Yeah.  You work for me.  And I’m forcing you to show me your ass.  You have to show me your ass to keep from getting fired.  How does that make you feel?”

“…Wet, Master.”

“Tell me what this Bradley knows.  Or whoever your mystery man is that wants this information.  Tell me everything.”

He patted her on the cheek.  “But not yet.  I want you to talk business while I spank you.”

Bastien took out a riding crop from his desk drawer and rubbed it up and down across her skin, letting her feel the smooth and relentless leather that was coming her way.  “Lean on the desk.  Put your stomach on it and hold your ass up in the air so I can see it.”

He smacked her hard with the crop and the sting sizzled throughout her lower half leaving Bella in silent tears.  He struck again, watching her whole body squirm and shake.

“M-M-Melissa and D-Danielle.  They had something in common…”

He smacked her again, despising the conversation.  Bella absorbed the blow and hollered out.  She arched her back and kept her ass high, begging for more.  Because the puzzle was slowly and painfully coming together.

“I think…uhhhnnnn…I think you loved Melissa because she started off as your Domme.  But as you grew up, she fell in love with you.  You became her Dom.  But she wasn’t enough for you.”

Darque was steaming and whipped her harder.

“Ahhh!  And the other…Danielle, you loved her too.  You played games with her.  Just like everybody.  And I think there’s someone else.  Someone else knew you loved her.  They wanted her gone.”

He slapped her again, causing her to pound the desk in despair.  “Someone else has been very active in disposing of your old girlfriends, Mister Darque.  And I think I know who.”

“Who?”

“At first I wondered if it was your old babysitter or some other maid or staff of the family.  But the more I think about it had to be your mother.  She has driven away everyone you ever loved.  Whether by money or intimidation.  You think that it’s because women are cruel to you…and they are.  But if only you knew just how cruel a mother could be…and that a mother’s hate is the most savage of all.”

Darque let the whip danger under his arms.  “Did my mother say something to you?”

“Your mother…”  Bella laughed weakly.  “She would have killed me by now.  She would have.  But I had an ace in Bradley.  He knew of your secret, so Agnes kept me alive.  Told me to get rid of Bradley before she had to.  She’s the great iron lady…the one who cleans up all your messes.”

“Damn it…”  He seemed discouraged and dropped the whip on the floor, looking downtrodden.

“I chose to submit to you because I hope…if I meant anything to you at all…” 

Her voice cracked.  “That you would at least spare me.  Hurt me if you must but keep me safe from these people.”

“Arabella,” he sighed, walking away from her.  “Jesus.  Put your clothes back on.”

“What?  Why?”

He shook his head as Arabella stood up and grabbed her underwear.

“You know…for what it’s worth…”

“What?”

“You’ve hurt me more times than those other women ever did.  You’re right, women are exceptionally cruel.  Which explains why they only expect cruelty from me.”

“What?  Me?  How?”

“I thought…somehow…I thought you came back because you didn’t want to lose me.  That somehow, between the lines…this stupid game…that you wanted to be mine.  You wanted me to control you.  You just wanted to be near me.”

Bella slowly shook her head.

“But all you really cared about was doing mother’s business.  Just doing your job.  And you did oh so well.  So brilliantly well.”

“No…it’s not that.”

“Sure it is.  But what did I expect?  Of course.  That’s the difference between men and women, isn’t it?  When a man falls in love, it ruins him.  It stays with him for the rest of his life.  Like shadows.  Like a haunting.  But when a woman falls in love, she has the miraculous ability to forget.  To move onto wherever she needs to be and erase those old memories.  They mean nothing to her.  Just another thought in that infinitely complex mind.  Beauty and brains, and never more shining than in Arabella.”

“You misunderstand.”

“Oh, I understand completely.  You’re the one who doesn’t understand.  I cannot love, Arabella.  If I could love…maybe I would have handled things differently.  Maybe I would have done things differently.  I may have felt something for those two…just as I feel something for you.  But what I feel isn’t love.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you don’t understand what I’ve done.  Whenever I try to love someone, Arabella, thinking that I can finally be normal and start to express what I really think and feel…that’s when someone hurts.  That’s when someone has to die.”

Bella got dressed and listened intently as Darque poured himself a drink and sat on his desk, disdainful at his lifetime of errs.

“Here’s the truth.  I tried very hard to love Melissa.  Like you said, I outgrew the relationship.  But she was a switch.  She still wanted to love me.  And back then, I was young and naïve.  Stupid enough to think I could do it.  And in continuing our affair I hurt someone else.  Melissa belonged to someone else.  Another man.  She became frustrated at what I could not give her.  All the while I was betraying
him.
  The other man.  The other man who loved her.  He loved her more than I did and I broke apart something beautiful.  When she left, she left both of us.  I brooded and stomped my feet.  But the other man…he never recovered.  I left him broken.  A shell of a man.  Everything that happened was because of me and my inability to love.”

Bella listened in uncertainty.

“Anyone can try to love.  But only a select few can fail miserably at it.  I know that Melissa and Danielle are dead.  My mother didn’t kill them.  I killed them.  Not literally, of my own hands.  But my inability to love drove them away.  It made them do terrible things.  God…Melissa even told me…”

Sebastien…if you ever leave me…I don’t think I can go on living.  Please don’t ever leave me
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