Destroy Me (3 page)

True to his word, the place was busy. Men in suits stood outside talking and smoking together. Through the windows she spotted women in cocktail dresses.

As she walked into the bar, the volume of talking hit her and she struggled to see through the crowd. She assumed he would be where they had sat before but on reaching the table she found it occupied by two couples, and she looked around to try to see where he might be. At that moment, briefly, she considered fleeing, seizing her opportunity, yet if she did, his anger would be worse when he found her and she feared for that.

Gently easing past people, she felt an arm go around her. Turning she saw him, and smiled automatically at the sight of him, forgetting temporarily that he was her captor, responding to the natural attraction she felt for him and the things he had done to her; a familiar face now in a world of uncertainty.

The smile nearly broke his heart. He didn’t know how to take it; her treachery so beguiling, her face offering kindnesss.

“I did say it would be busier, didn’t I? But I hadn’t quite expected this. There’s a Library; I doubt anyone is in there with this party going on. Come with me.”

He took her by the arm.

As they made their way there, a stunningly attractive woman with blonde tresses trailing down her back, and wearing a tight red cocktail dress, threw her arms around his neck.

“Damien, darling, so good to see you, where have you been hiding yourself? We must have a little talk.” She looked at him conspiratorially, suggestively.
“I’m a little busy right now Gwen.”

He unfolded her arms from his neck, Tara standing beside him, taking the scene in.

“Let’s go Tara.” He pulled her away by the hand.

She was jealous; she had to admit it to herself. She felt a shadow of a woman in comparison to the statuesque blonde. Did he have a history with her? Had they been intimate? She thought so; she felt sick, his hand still in hers. She pulled free from his hand.

He looked down at her sharply, taking hold of her arm and leading her through the lobby far less gently now.

They went through to the back of the hallway and stopped outside a large double wooden door to the right. Pushing it open, he led her inside.

It was an awe-inspiring room. Antiquarian books arranged on bookshelves from floor to ceiling, guilt-edged engravings on the fine leather covers, a stunning chandelier hanging low from the ceiling and delicate corner lamps.

“She’s a lush, and no, I’ve never slept with the woman.”
Blushing furiously, Tara turned to the bookshelf closest to her, pulling out a book to study it quickly. “I’m really not interested in your private life.”

“It didn’t look that way to me, and I just told you a fact.”

If he had one good quality, it was his word. In things that truly mattered, he stood by the truth.

“Ok.” She kept her back to him, not wanting him to see her face. She focussed her attention on the book, inspecting it inside as she tried to control her emotions, questioning herself as to why she would have this reaction to this man; a feeling of possession toward a stranger who had abused her.

He grabbed the book from her hands and pushed her against the bookcase with his body, towering over her from behind.

“You appear to be a rather temperamental woman; one who lacks any respect or discipline. I can easily rectify that.”

His hands went quickly to the back of her dress where it ended at her knees, and he started to lift it slowly up.

“Is this how you need to be controlled?” His voice was deep against her ear, vibrating through her senses.

She felt the first slap to her buttocks; not too hard but making her flesh wobble as it impacted. He did it again, and again, teasingly stinging her.
She felt his hand reach between her legs. His fingers touched the outside of her panties.

“You’re wet.”

He slid his fingers between her folds, through the silk. Suddenly he slapped her there. Slow, teasing slaps against her clitoris again.

“Open your legs wider.”

Inextricably entwining her needs with his actions, she complied, her mind obeying his command automatically.

It gave him more room to spank her clitoris, and after each slap he rubbed his fingers on it, rubbing in the wetness and stimulating her beyond reason.

He brought his fingers up to his lips. “You taste divine.”

He could smell her scent. “God, woman, you’re so beautiful.”

His lips touched her neck, kissing it gently, soothingly. “Such a beautiful traitor,” he whispered into her ear.

He pushed her hair aside, traced the line of her cheekbone, ran his fingers over her lips.

The slapping had stopped but between her buttocks she could feel him hard now, erect and pressing against her.

“I’m not a traitor,” she whispered.

“Then tell me what I need to know.”
“Nothing.”

He was past working out right or wrong. His mind was not working rationally; he could not stop himself from wanting her, to punish her, to possess her; this woman who belonged to the man who had betrayed him, who treated him with nothing but contempt. A heartbreaking liar. He felt a devastating, crushing need for her.

Stepping away from her quickly, he let her go.

She turned her body around to look at him;   the stunning shape of his body, his physique so powerful and strong, his eyes of such scorching heat. A dangerous enemy; violent and deadly, and yet the most exiting man she had ever met.

“I want you to pay attention to what I have to say.”

He had moved further away from her but his presence had not lessened from the distance he had put between them.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that the best solution at present is for you to pay the money back to me.”

“It’s five million dollars! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not an heiress. Right now, I don’t even have enough money for a breakfast!”

His face displayed a casual nonchalance, appearing not to care.

“That’s ok. There’s another, much more pleasant way for you to repay me.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Her teeth were gritted as she spat out the words.

He loved the fierceness with which she faced up to him, the spirit she showed in her defiance; it bore a strength of character he was proud to witness. It only aroused him more.

He smiled at her as he continued, “I will draw up a Contract so that it is very clear to you. For now we can just call it a verbal agreement. Which in fact, as I’m sure you will know, is equally binding. You will meet my desires, sexually. You will let me do to you whatever I desire. You will satisfy me. Let me make it abundantly clear; You will pay off your debt by providing sexual pleasure to me. Now turn back around.”

She refused to move.
“Do as I say Tara, or I will simply make you.”
Confused and in shock, she did so, knowing his superior strength, but wary and ready to lash out against him, her mind whirling. Surely he wasn’t being serious?

As soon as she had turned, he pinned her against the bookshelf with his body. She could feel his cock again, hard between her buttocks as he pushed himself against her. His hand reached around to her neck, stroking the side of it before moving down and reaching her breast, his fingers finding her nipple.

Something snapped inside her. She tried to push back against him, furious at his manipulation of her yet helpless with his weight on her. 

He let go of her breast and seized hold of her chin.

“You’re bloody wild.”

Holding onto the back of her head with the other hand, he released her chin and reached for his tie, managing to undo it solo handedly and pulling it out from his collar. He grabbed hold of both of her hands and brought them together behind her back.
“Keep still. Make it easier on yourself.”

“Go to hell.”

He tied her wrists together quickly as she kicked at his legs.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you like the traitor you are. Do not fight me, Tara. You have no chance. And things would become unpleasant. I plan to thoroughly enjoy this. I suggest you do.”

No-one would hear her shouting for help with the party going on, and yet she knew she didn’t want to cry out, she knew she didn’t want to stop him. He was rough, ruthless and unprincipled, yet she craved this man and his treatment of her; his voice so darkly seductive to her; hypnotic and alluring, drawing her to him like a willing casualty.

“You need to learn how to be controlled. You can’t get away with this behaviour. There are serious repercussions. As you’re discovering.”

He turned her around to face him, but she couldn’t look at him, thoroughly embarrassed at the things she had already let him do to her, and of the power he seemed to have over her, over her mind as well as physically.

He took her refusal to look at him as disobedience and disinterest.

“Your first repayment is due. Look at me. This is your doing. Now get down on your knees. There is something I want you to do.”

The look in her eyes was sensational. Defiance and fury, yet he saw clearly the desire they held too, despite the circumstances. He understood he had ignited a passion in her as dark as his own.
“Get on your knees. Maybe this will make you think of what you’ve done to me.”

His hands pushed her shoulders so that she was made to kneel and as she looked up at him, he could see the hunger in her eyes clearly.

His hands went to the belt of his trousers. He flicked it open, and pulled it from the waistband.

“You deserve a whipping. But not with this. I have something else in mind.”

He slid down the zip of his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was fully erect, substantial and thick. It was male perfection; a magnificent vision of pure masculinity.

He held it in his hand. “This is what I’m going to use. I’m going to teach you that I’m in charge of you and your body now. It belongs to me.”

His hand ran up and down the length of his cock leisurely, holding it tantalisingly close to her face.

He moved closer, his cock level with her mouth.

“Open your mouth.”
She refused.

Shockingly, he slapped his cock on her lips. Not aggressively, but as though it was totally acceptable.

“It’s going to go in your mouth,” he said, as he slapped his cock against her lips again, “and so your mouth needs to open right up to take it all in. It’s going to fuck your mouth, deep.”

He slapped it against her lips again, then against her cheeks, rubbing it against her face, his scent so male and raw.

The deviance of his actions electrified her. She kept her mouth firmly closed, wanting him to do it more; wanting his sensual abuse of her.

Again, he slapped her with his cock, and without her realising it, he could hear the moans coming from her throat. She found herself grasping for his cock, opening her mouth to take it in.

“That’s it; it’s all for you. It’s yours now.”

She took it further into her mouth, the scent of him provoking her as his hips pushed forward to bury it deeper inside her mouth.

She could taste him as he began to thrust it in and out, going deeper with each thrust, her desire for him soaring as his actions grew more extreme, fucking her mouth without inhibition or restraint.

She wanted him inside of her, on top of her, fucking her.

His pocket started to vibrate. “Damn it.”

He pulled his cell phone out with difficulty. He had advised the office to call him only in absolute emergency and this had better be good.

“Regrettably I have to go,” he told her, as he eased his cock out of her mouth and uncomfortably pushed it back into his trousers, zipping them up.

He looked down at her. “We’ll consider this your first of many repayments to me. Next time, I’ll bring the contract with me.”

Lifting her up gently and untying her hands, he rubbed her wrists softly.

“I have to go.”

He brought her wrists up to his face, kissing them tenderly. Letting them go, he placed his hands on the sides of her face, holding her as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her gently. 

“I will see you here tomorrow at 8pm.”

He stood in the doorway looking back at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly.

He rushed down the hallway needing privacy to make the call. As he walked, his mind was whirling. What the hell was he doing? He had never acted this way before, with such sexual aggression and yet something in their situation, something in her, caused it. She bewitched him. Her delicate pale skin, her deep searching eyes, her rebellion and denial. Her compliance. She was beautiful, in an understated way; but she was also wild and full of spirit and that excited him in a way he had not known. He cursed her for her willingness to let him do that to her; goading him, setting off something in him beyond logic. He cautioned himself to stop. To use her sexually was one thing; but this felt like something more, something confusing and unfamiliar, something that consuming. This was not his objective. He didn’t need anyone. He didn’t need her. He couldn’t be with anyone. It wasn’t possible.

He felt like he was making his way across a troubled landscape, shards of glass littering the path, hidden traps set to spring. Metaphorical images; for it wasn’t his physical safety he worried for, but for his heart. Despite his denials to himself, he knew he would come back again.

Tara stayed alone in the Library, in shock. Was he really being serious about a Contract? After what had just happened, she believed her really could be. Leaving the Library and walking out into the busy foyer, she felt as if her indiscretion was written all over her face for everyone to see. Her shame, her lust. She left the Club quickly, glad that no-one knew her there. As she walked to the Metro, all she could see was the previous scene in her mind.

When Damien reached the office, Todd was waiting for him.
“This had better be good!” Damien said, smiling, shaking his head. “What have you got for me?”

“His car was found at a casino in Arizona.”
“Was he driving it?”

“No, some small-time criminal; but our guys tracked the man, grabbed him, questioned him. Said he got the car through a dealer, but on closer questioning, it turned out he stole it from a street on Phoenix. We’re checking whose house the car was found outside. Soon as we get the info I’ll let you know. We’ve got someone waiting outside the house for when they come home. It’s a rental property. Hopefully the tenant will be back at some point today.”
“Good work Todd. Let’s see where this leads to.”