Seduced in the Dark (23 page)

***

I slept, but I was having that horrible
dream again. My stomach felt like a tight, hot knot of pressure
weighing me down from the inside. I turned and turned, the knot
only getting tighter and hotter and heavier.

They held me down, and the smell of beer and
cigarettes came off of them in waves. Their rough hands blazed a
trail along my skin as they pulled at my clothes, and the sound of
my protests fell upon deaf ears. The horror played in slow motion,
coming in random flashes of what I remembered, and what I still
felt. Then the nightmare took on a life of its own, no longer bound
by the facts.

I couldn’t fight them. My fists moved in
slow motion, unable to land solidly. My voice wouldn’t rise above a
whisper. One of them held me down as the other kissed me. I yelled
for someone, but I wasn’t sure who, all I knew was this person
could only help me if I made a loud enough sound. I fought with
every ounce of my strength. My wrists were limp and my voice was
small, but I fought. I started crying.

The worst was about to happen when the dream
unexpectedly changed again. It was faster now, faster even than
real time. Caleb opened the door and asked what the hell was going
on and the arms holding me let go. They backed into the corner
behind me. Free, I stood and ran into his arms. I wrapped my arms
around him and I told him what they had meant to do.

They tried to deny it. Caleb told them to
shut their mouths. He lifted me into his arms, telling them to stay
put and carried me past the decrepit room filled with
air-mattresses and clothes, into a room I recognized as his.

He set me down beside the door as he looked
me over. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded, only slightly aware he
ran his hands over my nakedness as he searched for injuries. He
seemed satisfied I wasn’t hurt and hugged me again.

“
What do you want me to do?” he asked.
The moment slowed and I looked him in the eyes.

“
Hurt them for me,” I whispered.

“
I’ll make them pay,” he said. His hands
continued to move over me, and my hands held on to his shirt
tightly. The tension in my belly transformed from solid to liquid
and it ran down toward my thighs. The knot came undone and now felt
like a cord stretched taut from my nipples to my sex. When he
touched me, the cord tugged, and the feeling was overwhelming,
savage, and strangely welcome.

I took my hands off of his chest and
shrugged off the open top I wore. “I could’ve been really hurt if
you hadn’t helped me,” I said. His eyes fixed on me, mixed with
shock, and lust. He pinned me against the wall with his body, and
the heat of his breath warmed and moistened my neck. I wanted to
say something, but his right hand cupped me, down low, and my body
felt paralyzed. The invisible cord inside me pulled taut. A
lascivious yelp escaped my throat.

He pressed his lips close to my ear. “Don’t
fuck with me,” he growled.

“
Fuck me,” was my only response.

He reached his arms between my thighs and
lifted me against the wall. He fumbled with his pants for a second,
before he pressed his way inside me. I groped for his mouth to
distract myself from his size, and when our tongues connected a
rush of heat flowed out of me.

***

A loud grunt escaped my lips as I jerked
awake, panting, my heart pounding, and the now familiar feeling of
my entire body contracting and expanding for several seconds. I was
definitely coming. Beside me, Caleb sat up swiftly and turned on
the light on the nightstand.

“What’s wrong?” he said.

I was sweating, and still taking in deep
gulps of air.

“Are you okay?” his voice sounded more
annoyed and tired than anything else.

I nodded. “Bad…bad dream,” I stammered. He
looked at me for a few seconds, and just seeing his eyes wouldn’t
let me shake the dream. I looked down, and my breathing finally
started returning to normal.

“You’re blushing. Why?” he asked softly and
smoothed back my hair.

“I’m fine…I…I was just having that dream
again.” My breathing evened out and the unexpected pulsing between
my legs subsided. Finally able to, I looked in Caleb’s direction.
He was staring at me.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I
asked. His eyebrows knit together and a smile played on his
lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that –
Master
,” he replied.

I bit my lip and looked away.

“Oh Kitten,” he whispered, his hand still
stroking my hair away from my sweat-slick forehead. “If only you
were well enough to play– the things I would do. But if you must
know….” He leaned toward me and kissed my shoulder. “I’m looking at
you because I think you’re sexy.” He kissed me up higher toward my
neck. “Your face is all flushed and your hair is a mess.” He kissed
me higher and I closed my eyes and held my breath.

“Why are you touching me? You haven’t….” I
said in a rush.

“I’m not touching, I’m kissing. There’s a
difference.”

“Not to me,” I sighed, my voice a little too
airy to suit me; I’d much rather have sounded firm and
resolved.

“So…if I do this,” he said, against the nape
of my neck and cupped my right breast, rubbing it lightly through
my nightgown. “It’s just the same as this?” He kissed my neck. I
could barely move or breathe. He sucked up all the oxygen around
me.

“Stop,” I said, and this time I made it
sound convincing. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and
forefinger with just enough pressure to make me feel it in my
belly. “Please stop…Master,” I said through gently gritted teeth.
To my surprise, he did actually stop.

He sat back and stared at me for what seemed
like an eternity, but couldn’t have been more than a few moments.
Heat radiated from every part of my body, and my face must’ve been
a deep, deep shade of red. He rubbed his hands over his face and
groaned. I was really nervous, and I wanted to say something, but I
couldn’t think of what it was. Abruptly, he threw his side of the
sheet off to one side and stood up. My eyes were immediately drawn
to the enormous erection straining against the fabric of his boxer
shorts.

“Go back to sleep,” he said. He picked up
his pants and shoved his legs into them.

“Where are you going?” I asked, nervous.

“Don’t fucking worry about it,” he said, and
walked out the door.

Shocked, I watched him leave and gruffly
shut the door behind him – but the shock stemmed from my desire to
say something that would make him stop. Anxiety built up inside my
stomach as I sat alone. All I could think about was my dream and
how good it had felt to have him kiss me.
What’s wrong with
me!

I didn’t have too long to ponder my
questions, or my body’s response to them. My door abruptly opened
and Caleb walked in. Celia came in behind him wearing nothing but a
pair of black lace panties.

Caleb closed the door behind them gently,
not in any hurry to address the question written all over my face:
What the fuck is
she
doing here?

Celia had obviously been sleeping. Her hair
was loose and gently disheveled. She stood silently, her hands
covering her small breasts. She didn’t seem distressed, only a
little shy and curious. It was a stark contrast from the night I’d
seen her dominate Kid in front of a room full of strangers. I
looked at her eyes, and when hers met mine I thought she gave just
the slightest hint of a mischievous grin.

“Drop your arms,” Caleb said in Spanish. He
didn’t speak it as well as English, but I was begrudgingly
intrigued nonetheless. Celia immediately dropped her arms to her
sides. Her nipples were already hard.

Caleb turned his attention to me, “You
remember, Celia, don’t you, Kitten?” When I said nothing, he
snapped, “Answer me!” Celia and I both jumped a little at the sharp
sound of his voice.

“Yes, Master,” I replied.

“Good.” He smiled. “Because she’s going to
help you understand something. I’m not yours to taunt. Don’t think
I haven’t noticed the way you try to manipulate me. I invented that
game.”

My mouth was agape.
What the hell is he
talking about?
“Manipulate? I don’t–”

“You do!” he barked low. “One minute you’re
pressing yourself against me, trying to…I don’t know. The next,
you’re telling me –
telling
me, not to touch you.”

I wanted to tell him he was being
ridiculous. How could I possibly be the one manipulating him when
he was so thoroughly the master of my fate?

“Caleb, I–”

“Stop. Just watch,” he said.

My mouth went completely dry and anxiety
coursed through me, burning inside my stomach. I looked into
Celia’s eyes again. She smiled, just the tiniest quirk of her lips.
A smile meant only for me. It shocked me.

Caleb stood behind Celia, and she shivered
as he swept her hair over her left shoulder. “Don’t look away, or I
promise I’ll find a way to punish you – injured or not,” He said to
me. I swallowed hard. Caleb turned his attention to Celia, who
seemed to be swaying gently in anticipation of his touch. He kissed
up along her shoulder and her neck, just as he’d done to me. She
let out a deep groan and tipped her head back against him. I
couldn’t believe I was watching this.

“Do you like that?” he whispered into the
dead silence of the room.

“
S
í,
Se
ñor
,”
Celia whispered, in
her breathy, accented voice.

My stomach knotted and I wanted to double
over, yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he reached his arm around
her and cupped her breast. She cried out as he massaged it, pulling
her nipple between his fingers. Her nipples were a deep apricot and
looked like hard raspberries perched on the gentle upward slope of
her bosom. My face burned, and something vaguely familiar and
unsolicited took up residence inside me. Celia’s moans grew a
little louder. She made fists in the fabric of Caleb’s pants and
pressed her backside into him.

I wasn’t quite ready when Caleb dipped his
free hand into her panties and her knees buckled. My body moved all
at once to stop her from falling and recoiled in pain. It turned
out my efforts were wasted. Caleb held her firmly in his grasp. He
looked into my eyes, which were now misted over, and kept his hand
busy inside Celia’s panties. I felt angry…and scared…and physically
hurt…and…and…hot.

I wanted to curse at him, but why, I wasn’t
entirely sure. His chest rose and fell faster than usual, and I
knew he was all worked up. Suddenly, he pushed Celia forward onto
the bed and her arms reached out to catch her, landing on my knees.
I heard her panties rip as Caleb pulled the delicate material in
one swift jerking motion and discarded them.

“Turn around and spread your legs,” he said,
huskily. Celia scrambled to obey and I sat in unabashed horror as
her head rest on my knees.

Caleb undid his pants and slid everything
down, his thick cock sprang upward like something that shouldn’t be
there, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes.

“Do not fucking look away,” he sneered. I
opened my eyes. My tears fell.

Caleb dipped his head between Celia’s legs
and said something about loving a bald pussy before he buried his
face between her thighs. Celia was somewhere else after that. She
moaned and her head went from side to side. Her hands reached up
toward me, and she made fists into the hips of my nightgown. I
tried to pry her hands off of me to back away, but the bitch held
on tight.

“Please,” she said on a sigh. “Please. Let
me come.” She repeated the word
please
like a mantra. My
heart raced.

Caleb emerged from Celia’s thighs and took
absolutely no notice of me as he sucked and kissed his way to her
nipple. He reached down and must have put himself inside her
because Celia all of a sudden went perfectly still. Her face turned
a ridiculous shade of red and an ungodly groan came out of her.
Caleb looked at me, fire and hunger in his eyes.

He whispered, “I could have made you come
like that. If it were really what you wanted. If you weren’t such a
liar.” Before I could grasp the words he’d spoken, he grabbed the
back of my head and kissed me – the taste of Celia saturated my
mouth, and something in me snapped. I shook loose of the kiss and
slapped Caleb across the face with so much force my hand stung.

I ran into the bathroom before he could
recover. I was breathless. I pressed my back against the door,
terrified of him bursting through it and some horrible scenario
playing out between us. I cried pitifully, and wiped at my mouth
with my free hand to get the taste of Celia out of my mouth. It
wasn’t that the taste of her was altogether unpleasant, it had more
to do with the fact it came from Caleb’s mouth. Of all the emotions
running through me, why was the nagging sense of betrayal one of
them? I couldn’t deny it, I was hurt, and I couldn’t put my finger
on exactly why.

Nearly fifteen minutes went by and Caleb
still hadn’t come to confront me. I pressed my ear to the door and
I could hear them. They were still fucking. I could hear her
moaning and the rough timbre of his voice. He was saying things,
but I couldn’t make them out. I should’ve been happy he wasn’t
interested in making me pay for what I’d done, but I wasn’t. That
familiar and unsolicited feeling I had earlier was still present,
growing inside my chest, and keeping the flow of tears coming to my
eyes – jealousy.

The idea I was jealous consumed me for
several hours as I lay on the tile. Why was I jealous? Of whom? I
don’t think I was jealous of what Caleb was doing. I had no reason
to care. No reason, except, for more than a month he’d been trying
to seduce me, and draw me in, and trying to make me feel something
I didn’t feel – for what? So he could turn around and fuck someone
else? And her! Walking around my room as if she were some sort of
victim. I actually felt sorry for her, up until I saw that smile of
hers, up until she made it obvious she was better than me in some
way. Tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks, and no matter how
I thought about it, I still hurt.