Seize me From Darkness (Pierced Hearts Book 4) (38 page)

That was the bastard thing of all this. I needed her unquestioning, a robot, and yet I could see and feel
much of her that I loved draining away. It was heart breaking, but if she tried to escape again, the punishment might well be death...if I allowed Glass to do it. I was a mean man but Glass was even meaner. Or so it seemed. What would he do if he too adored a woman like this?

From small things she did, I could see fire
still lurked deep inside. Would it be smothered entirely if I kept this up?

I had no clue.
For the next week, I blindfolded her whenever we slept. In the morning she had to wait for me to remove it before she could rise. It made waking up every morning like a birthday. My present awaited me, wrapped however I’d arranged it.

I sat on the edge of the bed and admired her for ages as the sun’s rays strengthened and striped the ivory walls
. Like the work of some ancient painter with an eye for beauty, the rays lay across my lady where she knelt, waiting. One wrist was attached by a long and fine steel chain to the leg of the bed nearest my pillow. The silvery chain crossed the timber floor then climbed to her wrist where the cherry-red cuff circled her. Her lips pouted, glossy as a ripened apple, and begging to be molested.

Rembrandt would have done her justice.

I rubbed at the whiskers on my chin and thought about standing but a stripe of sun approached her breast. It slanted across her areola, kissing it. I imagined my tongue there, or my mouth, and hardened. I remembered my cock in that sweet mouth but she was so perfect sitting down there on her quilted mat, with the black blindfold wrapped over her eyes and the long tails of the knot tumbling over her shoulder, that I still didn’t rise. Such soft elegant curves. My gaze travelled over her thighs and breasts and down to her waist, to where the swell of her succulent bottom showed. The
V
where her thighs met her body hinted at her pussy, a place I meant to explore soon.

“Part your legs, girl.”

She slid them aside.

“More.”

Ahh, mouthwatering. My cock was fully at attention.

I wanted to keep her like this –
as my gorgeous prize – and I wanted her as a woman, in my bed, because she wanted to be there. I needed more than her flesh; I wanted her, whole.

I also wanted
her alive.

Fok
this. “Stand and come forward.”

When she reached me
, I unclipped the chain then took her hands and guided her until she straddled my legs and my cock settled in place at the very start of her sweet little cunt.

“Give me your wrists,
meisie
.”

Her intake of breath alerted me. As I linked her cuffs at her back I asked her, “Do you think you’ve earned that?” I smoothed my hands up her arms to her shoulders then down to her warm breasts. The weight of them in my hands prompted me to grip both in the circle of my fingers. I pulled her deeper onto my cock, absorbed in how her mouth fell open and she sighed.

“Answer me.” I kissed her mouth and pushed my cock all the way in. The squirm as she wriggled herself in place was so cute. I nipped her lower lip. “Answer.”

“
Uhh, Sir?”

Pumping up and down slowly seemed to space her out even more.

“Have you earned being called
meisie
? Are you my good slave girl now?” My hoarse voice betrayed my own passion. The ripple of her around my cock demanded more action. So I turned, toppling her onto the bed, rolling her to her stomach but keeping her knees on the floor. Then I fucked her properly making the bed shudder and protest with almost as many squeaks as she.

At what seemed a word
gasped from her, I halted with my cock halfway out. Her juices had spread and made her thighs glisten. With my forefinger, I dipped into her cunt entrance, sliding it in alongside my cock. I pulled my finger out and drew a long curvy trail with her moisture to her butt.

Inserting my
digit again made her quiver and her pussy tighten on my finger and cock. I watched the squeeze of her entrance where my shaft disappeared into her. Sexy fucking sight. Next time I’d get pictures.

“
What?” Had she gathered her wits and recalled my question? I slipped another inch of cock into her. “Did you want to answer my question?”

*****

Question? What question of his? I’d missed something. When he’d entered me, my mind had plummeted into arousal space.

“I’m sorry Sir, I forgot your question. Punish me if you wish to.”

His reply was incredulous. “You’re asking for punishment?”

And that had hit the heart of the matter.
I hesitated then blurted it out. “Yes, Sir. And I wanted to ask you something too.”

“
What?”

He stayed dead still while he waited.

I crammed shut my eyes, wanting him to shove his cock in again, but my gentle bowing of my ass earned me only a smack. Having to say this was excruciating. I held my breath a second then plunged onward. “Can you hurt me, please Sir?”

I blushed, the heat flaming across my cheeks. Thank god
, I was face first in the sheets, staring into the blindfold.

“You want pain?”

“Yes.” My affirmation squeaked out. I’d never asked him this and it seemed so wrong.

“Next time,
ask me before I’m about to explode in your hot little cunt. Before I’m inches deep in your sopping wet pussy. Then I will. I’ll bruise you so hard your screams when you come will scare away the damn birds in the trees.”

The bed shifted and I felt his breath on my neck and he bit me there, hard enough to
make me gasp. Hard enough that my pussy compressed onto his cock. Delicious pain.

“I felt that, little slut.”

Then he pounded me into the bed with his thrusts, ignoring my cries, which only made it more delicious. He came partly inside me before he pulled out. The rest of his cum splattered on my back and my hands where the cuffs held them behind me.

I lay with my eyelids at
half-mast, staring into the darkness of the cloth, feeling his solidly muscled arm draped over my back. When he moved in closer, I was pinned by the weight of his leg also, with his chin beside my ear. His inhalations and exhalations warmed my hair.

Oh god. This I loved. I didn’
t care whether he made me come or not. I just wanted to be his after he fucked me. I released a long joyous sigh.

*****

I made sure not to call her
meisie
after that. It hadn’t been right even though the revelation of her asking for pain had startled me. I experimented and made her beg for pain at least half the time before I gave it to her. It worked. Sometimes she begged for it on her knees, the need intense.

Please Sir, hurt me.
Those words had such power. I’d never been so hard.

Pain and pleasure had become entwined for her,
almost inseparable. Perhaps that and dominance had been the missing ingredients for her past lovers. Whatever, I had the magic. I bet Merlin never used canes, whips, or needles. Needles almost became her favorite, sending her flying so easily.

The night I
made a train track of them snake from her nipple to her mons, she blissed out entirely. With some candles for lighting up my needy victim, I took a gallery of pictures of her naked, needle-decorated body.

Such a tasty little girl she was when
she begged.

Begging for cock
was the obvious next step. She took to that like a duck to water. Then, of all things, she asked me to fuck her mouth. I found out that making her drool and cry a few tears turned her on even more.

Was I transforming her into my sex toy, or my perfect
lover?

She wasn’t a robot, not b
y any stretch of my imagination. Not when I leaned over her after coming, with her sweaty and semi-comatose from orgasming, her hair tangled and thrown in a crazy halo about her head. But I guess she’d had nothing from her other lovers, while I served her up a feast.

T
he day arrived, a month after that first meal, and Jurgen and Glass and I sat down at the dinner table. It should have been a celebratory feast but it felt like a wake.

We were letting her go, w
ith that lethal clause...if she truly walked out, she died.

I’d left her here
alone, numerous times, while on jobs for Glass, locked up mostly, though sometimes with instructions for one or the other of the men to care for her. I trusted them in combat. I trusted them with her. Except now.

I’d taken her to
the entry foyer, uncollared, uncuffed, clothed in a cute red dress and with underwear on for the first time in days, with more clothes in a small suitcase and some money. I’d kissed her and told her she could leave if she wished to. Now, we watched her on CCTV. If I had to sum her up, out there in the hall, it would be small, alone, and pretty.

And fucking mine. What was I doing?

My heart ached. She hadn’t moved in these few minutes apart from turning her head to check the room. She hadn’t been in there by herself since the day when she’d escaped.

Though the camera lens was tiny and up next to the light in the ceiling, she looked directly at it a few times. In her eyes I recognized fear. I’d seen that often enough,
and caused it many times.

I was sure I also saw plain anxiety.
She’d been my girl for so long. Had I crippled her? Though honestly that had been my aim.

The guard at the gate was alerted to keep the gate locked and Randall was waiting with him. She couldn’t actually get out without turning into a spider and climbing the walls.
If she screamed we’d be on her in seconds and no one in this neighborhood would bat an eyelid.

The chair
creaked as I sat back in it, thumping into the timber.

Glass eyed me sideways. His white
blond mohawk looked sharp enough to attract a whole flock of women today. “What?”

“How long?”
I asked sourly.

“Before we grab her again? Another five? You’ve done a thorough job on her head.”

I grunted and resisted grinding my teeth. Time ticked past. Without sound what I saw in the monitor seemed dreamlike or a nightmare. She walked to the door and opened it. I tensed, only relaxing when she stayed there, looking out toward the guard.

What the
fok
was she doing?

“Time.” I rose, shoving back my chair with a screech.

Jurgen took a handle of nuts from a bowl on the table and threw them in his mouth. “Thank
fokken
god. Go get her. If you’d tried killing her, either of you, I’d have whacked you both. I like her. Fucking waste as well as damn shocking to kill her. We’ll figure something, Pieter.” He crunched onto the nuts then pointed a finger. “She’s moving.”

Glass grunted. “You better
go.” I stared and he shrugged. “So? Figure out something.”

Was that him bending?
If she ran, she broke his rule.

Words with him seemed pointless. I strode to the door and headed after her.

She’d made it as far as the driveway where she’d deposited the suitcase. At the sound of my boots crunching closer, her shoulders slumped a little, but she said nothing, took no step, just waited. I went around and stood before her and stared down at her bowed head. A breeze stirred stray tendrils of her black hair, wafting them over her bared shoulders. My pretty siren. For a moment, I saw her naked and wrapped in barbed wire.

Slow as the moon rising, she raised her head.
At the first sight of her liquid greenish eyes, I raised an eyebrow. Now to see what she would do. Her lips trembled...

He was here.

I didn’t want to leave. Whenever I thought of stepping into the outside world I felt the ache of loneliness sweep through me, cold, raining on my soul, making me less than I was.

As his, I was someone. Out there, I was nothing but a cog in the machinery of society, doing my little job, growing old, growing less, dwindling day by day.