This Darkest Man (9 page)

After
I had finished the meal, and after much fighting with myself, I slowly closed
the door behind me and slipped out into the hallway. The carpet was soft under
my feet and made my footsteps silent. It wasn’t difficult to discern which bedroom
was his. Arched double doors heralded his domain like we were in a castle. I
lifted my fist to knock, then thought better of it and pushed one of the doors
open.

He
watched me as I came in. Shirtless and dressed only in black pants, he looked
very much the master of the manor with his superb physique and arrogant look on
his face.

“What
are you doing here?” he asked as I slipped inside.

“You
said that you’d answer the question after dinner.” My voice came out without a
single shake or stammer.

He
gave a small laugh.  “I guess I did.” He sat down at a small table that held
his glass of wine and the bottle it had come from. His back was to me, and I
lingered uncertainly before lifting my chin and walking over to stand beside
him. His eyes barely flickered to me, and I wondered if he would answer at all.
“Oh, yeah. Why? You want to know why?” Was he drunk? He sounded looser and more
casual than usual. “Revenge. There’s your answer.” He took a drink of his wine
while I stared at him.

“Revenge?
Why?”

He
laughed and shook his finger at me. “No. That would be two questions and our
deal was only for one. That’s cheating.”

I
bared my teeth at him. “Are you kidding? Stop playing your stupid games and
give me an answer!”

“You
don’t give orders here,” he laughed. He really was drunk and I felt my blood
boil at the way he was treating me. Without warning, my hand whipped through
the air to strike at his face, leaving four bloody lines down his perfect
cheek.

He
jumped to his feet instantly, his hands gripping my arms and keeping them down.
I didn’t bother to struggle.

“What
made you such a sadistic prick?” I sneered. “You could at least act like a
normal person. You’re good at acting.”

His
eyes flared angrily. “What do want, Mattie? You want me to pretend to be in
love with you? Pretend that you’re important? That I like you? Here you go
then.” He kissed me, and there was no doubt in my mind that he had been the one
kissing me on the table.

I
kissed him back, dancing with his tongue and greedy for my body’s wants to be
met. His hands were everywhere, pulling up my nightdress to bare my skin while
his fingertips dug in to my flesh in a way that was sure to bruise and leave
his mark. But the pain excited me, and I blindly reached for his pants to free
him. I wanted him in me. I wanted all of his brutality out in the open so there
was no pretense. I wasn’t the weak and pathetic Matilda here; I was a woman who
thought only of her lust and desire to have him between her legs.

He
ripped my panties off, and pushed into me all the way. That had me gasping with
pain and I bit his shoulder. He responded by wrapping his hand around my throat
as he thrust into me again, but this time I was ready. I wrapped my legs around
him and pulled him hard into me as I moved with him. Each thrust made the wall
dig painfully into my back but I didn’t care. His hand around my throat made me
feel owned even though my brain told me that it should have made me feel
disgust and fear.

“Do
you like that, sweet Mattie?” he grunted in my ear as he kept fucking me hard.

“Do
you?” I shot back. I felt it building inside me, and I dug my nails into his
bare back. If he hissed in pain, I didn’t hear it. There was nothing but that
haze that stole away all coherent thought. I screamed as I came, I actually
screamed as it ripped through me and my voice seemed to echo around the room.
He came as well, with one last violent thrust that I felt to my core.

We
stayed like that, too spent to move. I was pinned to the wall by his arms and
speared by his cock, while my legs kept him entrapped in me. Our cheeks rested
against each other’s. Our sweat and the blood from his cheek mingled together
to make a vile mess. We seemed to stay like that for a long time, then slowly,
he let me down. I still leaned on him for support as I panted for breath and my
legs shook underneath me. He didn’t look at, me keeping his eyes firmly on the
wall, but I stared at him. Blood was smeared across his cheek giving him a
bloodthirsty, crazy look, and I imagined that I looked much the same. On
unsteady legs, I turned and walked out of the room.

I
slept late the next day. I had showered and washed off his sweat and blood
before sliding beneath the sheets feeling exhausted and confused. I was woken
by the stern woman who carried a tray with my lunch on it. She placed it on the
bed before bending to pick up my stained and torn nightdress from the floor.
She didn’t seem surprised by anything.

“Where’s
Daniel?” I asked as I began to eat.

“Working
in his study. He’s not to be disturbed,” she said firmly.

“And
where are my clothes?” I asked again. I saw no sign of them.

“They’re
being laundered for you. You’ll have them back when you leave.” She turned to
go.

“And
when will that be?” I called to her.

She
paused at the door. “When he says so.”

I
scowled at her. “And what am I supposed wear in the mean time?” The attitude in
my voice was foreign to me and I wasn’t sure where it came from. I expected her
to snap at me, but instead she just raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“There’s
an outfit for you in the armoire.” And then she left; that nasty smirk still on
her withered features.

I
stared after her, before switching my gaze to the enormous antique armoire that
stood against one wall. I pushed the food aside, and walked toward it, dread
swirling in me. No doubt there would be a humiliating surprise inside it. I pulled
at the doors, and they swung open to reveal a large space, empty except for one
outfit that hung on a clothes hanger.

It
was clear what it was — a maid’s outfit. But this was no sexy fantasy outfit;
it looked like something out of the late nineteenth century. The long sleeved
dark blue dress was ankle length with a white apron over the tops. Leather
ankle boots lay at the bottom of the armoire and on top of them lay a maid’s
cap, complete with lacy ties to keep it in place.

I
stared at it, absolutely confused. This was not what I had been expecting. I
had expected humiliation to come in the form of some tarty transparent outfit,
but this would cover me from head to toe. What was his game now?

I
nearly missed the card; it fluttered to the floor as I pulled the outfit free.
My heart sunk as I saw the by now familiar writing.

One
more cumming, One more question, One more answer

“Screw
you, Daniel,” I whispered.

The
dress slipped on with ease, and I struggling with the dozens of tiny hooks at
the back when the stern woman swept in and began to do it up for me without
uttering a word. Like I was a child, she dressed me, tying the apron tightly at
my waist, and then doing the same with the maid’s cap. I wanted to tell her
that I wasn’t going to wear the stupid accompanying object, but once again my
voice failed me in the presence of a stern, older woman.

She
even put the boots on for me. Just like the outfit, they fit perfectly. She
cast her eye up and down me, inspecting her work. “You are to stay here until
you are sent for.” Then she swept out of the room and I was fairly sure that I
heard a lock turn. That made me run to the door and try to pull it open, but it
wouldn’t budge.

The
bitch had locked me in. I wouldn’t give Daniel the satisfaction of hearing me
scream for help, so instead I waited. For the first time, it dawned on me that
I didn’t have my purse or my phone. They had taken them from me as well, just
like my clothes. I really was a prisoner here.

But
there was no panic at that realization; it was more of an anger and frustration
at the secrets that were being kept from me. I also realized that I wore no bra
or panties underneath the maid’s outfit, and that made me feel even more
vulnerable, even though my skin was completely covered.

I
didn’t have to wait long for the woman to return. “I don’t have any panties,” I
blurted out as soon as she opened the door.

“Don’t
you dear? That’s terrible. Come along now. They’re waiting.”

I
should have refused. I should have thrown a fit and screamed the house down.
But that wasn’t my way. Head hanging down, I followed her. This time I was led
to a drawing room, which was heated by a fire. This room was dressed in an
eighteenth century style. The velvet covered furnishings and gold leaf that
decorated the walls should have given it warmth. Instead, even with the fire
roaring, everything was cold; including the men.

There
were four of them, they were older and greying in a distinguished way and
dressed in expensive suits. They sat in a row of chairs and regarded me with a
cool gaze that made me feel like I was under a microscope.

“Stay
there,” the woman shifted me so that I stood by a stand that held a book. As my
eyes cast over the words, I didn’t need to see the title to know that they told
the disturbing tale of the House of Usher and its fall.

“Mattie,
gentlemen,” Daniel acknowledged us as he walked in. He was dressed in a suit
and although a great deal younger than these men, he still looked just as
distinguished and accomplished. Even with the streaks down the side of his face
that I had caused.

I
smiled, in spite of the anticipation and dread that swirled through me. Those
vicious marks on his face made me feel like I had accomplished something; that
I had finally won something. He caught me smiling and gave me a cool look,
which lingered on me for a few moments before he turned to the seated gentlemen
and gave them a superior smile.

“Thank
you for coming,” he told them, with a geniality, which I knew, was fake. “I
would like to introduce you to Matilda Larsen. She’s dressed, for our benefit,
as a nineteenth century maid. You’ll have to forgive her if she looks
uncomfortable. Being a maid is far beneath Matilda’s station. She comes from a
family that was once held in high esteem. Unfortunately, the family had a type
of fall and now she’s practically destitute.” He almost sounded gleeful and I
averted my eyes, it was easier to stare at the floor. I felt him move behind me
and softly touch the nape of my neck that was visible underneath the ridiculous
cap. He began to rub there on my skin in a way that was deceptively soothing
and it took all my urge not to lean into his touch because I knew beneath that
softness were teeth.

“We’ll
need to give Matilda a lesson in what it was like to be a maid servant in those
times.” His voice was just as soothing as his touch; hypnotic nearly. “They
were practically slaves. Their bodies belonged to their masters who could play
with them or beat them at will.” I started to take deeper breaths as I kept my
eyes firmly trained on the floor. “Now, Matilda is quite good at being
obedient, but I think we need to test her and show her what the consequences
are if she doesn’t follow instructions. Look at me, Matilda.” It took all my
might to lift my eyes and turn my head toward him. He had stopped touching my
neck now. “The Fall of the House of Usher.  This shouldn’t be too hard for you;
you are to recite it to us flawlessly. The text is here if you need it. If you
make an error, if you stutter, if you pause, then you will be punished. Do you
understand?”

I
glared at him furiously; my chest heaving and I desperately tried to suck in
air. How could he use the shameful lessons that my aunt had put me through
against me? As if reading my mind, he smiled. “Do you want to know what that
punishment will be?”

“What?”
I said through clenched teeth.

“One
of these fine gentlemen will put you over his knee and spank you. Once he’s
finished, you will return to your position as continue to read until you have
recited the entire story with no errors.”

“How
can you be so—”

“Did
I say you could talk?” He looked amused, as if waiting for me to argue.

I
chose not to. “I need a blindfold.”

He
raised an eyebrow. “But then you won’t be able to see the text.”

I
lifted my chin arrogantly. “I don’t need to see it. I know it already.”

He
held my gaze for a moment before relaxing. “Very well.” The stern woman
appeared with a dark scarf which she handed to him and he set about securely
covering my eyes. Automatically, I felt my cheeks begin to cool when everyone
was blocked from view. “Just remember, keep reciting regardless of the
distraction otherwise you’ll be punished.”

Distraction?
But I didn’t
ask any questions. The sooner I got this over and done with, the sooner I would
get the hell out of here. This was one challenge that I would undoubtedly win.

I
began to recite in a clear precise voice, no stammer intruded and before long I
was halfway through and confident in my ability to complete it adequately. But
then I felt my skirts begin to be raised, and two bodies brushed against the
fronts and backs of my thighs. I stiffened, but kept reciting flawlessly as I
steeled myself for whatever was about to come.

Two
hot, wet tongues began to drag over my thighs and my voice went higher. One
tongue moved ever so slowly between my legs, while the other made a torturous
path over the mounds of my ass toward my anus. I trembled and it came out in my
speech but I still managed to continue. Then those mouths were on me, eating me
out and I began to shake harder. My mouth struggled to form the words that my
brain strived to remember. Then the stupid house of Usher didn’t matter anymore
as those two men made me come as a shaking, stuttering mess. Someone held me up
as they moved away from under my skirts, and I felt my juices dribbling down my
inner thigh.

“You
failed, Mattie,” Daniel whispered. “Be a good girl and bend over.” I couldn’t
bend, because I couldn’t move let alone think. As it happened, I didn’t have
to. I was bent forward over a hard knee and my skirt was whisked up so that it practically
covered my head while baring my bottom. I was still so terribly aware that I
must have smelled like sex with my juices glistening on my skin. Again, I was
so grateful for the blindfold as the shame of how I had acted in front of these
people hit me. The man’s other leg firmly trapped me over his knee and all I
could do was wait there, draped and helpless. The hand started to rub my bare
skin and for a moment I had hoped that he would be kind. But the rubbing
stopped, and a second later a vicious slap was delivered to my backside that
had me yelping. Another was delivered to my other ass cheek that made me suck
in a breath. The merciless hand alternated from one cheek to the other, the
slapping sound seemed to echo around me. I managed to stay quiet for the
remainder of the punishment. This was by far more humiliating than anything
else I had experienced, and to know that their eyes were all on me as I got
what they felt that I deserved. Worse, was the pleasure it gave them.

“That’s
enough,” Daniel ordered, and immediately the spanking ceased and my skirt was
put back in place. As I was released and stood, I felt a firm grip on my chin
as whoever it was inspected me. “I really thought that you’d be crying by now,
Mattie,” Daniel told me.

That
just made me all the more determined. Again, I was made to stand in front of
them and begin to recite the story from the beginning. And again, wandering
mouths and hands made me climax humiliatingly. Once more, I was placed over a
stranger’s knee and punished until my ass burned in a way that had me
whimpering. But I would not cry.

And
so it went on like that. I would fail, an exhausted, wet mess, before being
punished. It went on for about five different episodes and at the end of it,
both my backside and pussy were sore and aching, my face burned just like my
bottom. Before I was led away, my blindfold was removed and I was made to face
the gentlemen, some of whom still had my own juices on their chins as they
grinned.