The Erotic Dark (15 page)

Oh, how she hated this! She had agreed to Preston’s use of her body, but the mere idea that he was demanding access to her most intimate secrets made Lydia’s blood burn with fury and shame. He intended to pillage her deepest memories until she had nothing left for herself, until there was nothing to which he hadn’t laid claim.

Her lips trembled.

“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t do this.”

Preston’s mouth stretched into one of his cruelly beautiful smiles. “I love hearing you beg. Did I tell you that? It makes my cock even harder. And it’s so fucking pretty. Useless, but pretty.”

He began rubbing the bulge in his trousers obscenely against her hip.

“Feel that? See what you do to me, my Lydia? What you’ve always done with that luscious body and your delicious bitchiness? You’d flash your cunt for someone like Alex Walker, but not for me. You’d shake your tits for him, but you slapped my face when I barely brushed against you. Don’t you think I remember that? How you’d jerk off other boys, but laughed when I wanted to kiss you. I wasn’t good enough for you, was I?”

Lydia stared at him in shock. She had remembered his early attraction to her, and Gabriel had expanded her knowledge of just how deeply Preston had desired her, but she hadn’t thought he harbored an extreme amount of resentment toward her.

“Preston, I—”

“Are you going to beg again?” Preston asked, flicking his tongue out to stroke across the fullness of her lower lip. “Soon you’ll be begging for my cock, won’t you? I might not have been good enough for you then, but now you can’t even exist without me, can you? Without me, you’d be totally, utterly ruined.” He laughed. “How delightfully things can change.”

He let her go so suddenly that Lydia tightened her grip on the bedpost to retain her balance. He moved away from her and snapped at her to strip.

Her hands shaking, Lydia fumbled to unfasten the tiny buttons of her dress before slipping it from her shoulders. She heard Preston removing something from a drawer, but she didn’t risk turning around to see what it was. Then he climbed onto the bed with two sets of leather handcuffs dangling from his arm, an evil glint in his expression.

Lydia’s entire body began to tremble as she fought the urge not to plead with everything she had. She desperately longed for Gabriel, or even Kruin. She would take anything except being alone and at Preston’s mercy.

“Give me your wrist,” Preston ordered.

Lydia bit her lip and held out her wrist, wincing as he clamped one of the cuffs around it and fastened the other one high up on the bedpost so her arm was stretched to its full length. He repeated the confinement with her other wrist, but only when he clamped the second cuff around the bedpost did Lydia receive the full force of her position.

Her skin flamed with embarrassment as she grasped the bedposts and realized she was incapable of moving from this position until Preston chose to release her. Her breasts were lifted high and jutting forth indecently, her back curved in a slope to press her full bottom outward. Her splayed legs only added to her shame, for they caused the cushions of her buttocks to part and expose the dusky cleft and little button of her anus.

Preston murmured his satisfaction as he strode around to examine the effects of his handiwork. He amused himself by slapping her bottom several times, little stinging spanks that made Lydia’s body bounce in reaction.

She tried to console herself with the hope that perhaps he had forgotten his interrogation about Alex Walker, but her hope died when Preston’s fingers delved into the shorn apex between her thighs. He chuckled when he discovered how wet she already was.

“So just the thought of Alex Walker makes you hot, hmm?” Preston said. “Go on, then. When did he fuck you? And don’t omit any details.”

Lydia knew to the pit of her soul he would not release her until she told him everything. And he would know if she was lying.

She gripped the posts tightly in her hands and tried to gather the courage to recount the memory. She drew in her breath when Preston’s fingers slipped into her sex from behind and began toying with the slick folds.

“I…it was after school one day,” she stammered, her voice edged with strain. “I changed clothes in the bathroom before I went to the garage.”

“Into what?”

“A short, pleated blue skirt and white blouse. I was…I wasn’t wearing a bra, but for whatever reason I kept my panties on that day.”

“Hmm. What kind?”

“They were…they were white cotton with flowers on them. I took my hair out of its ponytail because I thought it made me look older. I rode the city bus to one of the farthest stops near the garage and walked the rest of the way.

“It was hot that day, I remember now, so hot and muggy that I was perspiring from just that short walk. Heat seemed to hang like a curtain in the air. I saw Alex when I stepped onto the lot. He was bent over working on a car engine outside in the sun, his arms all bare, tan, and muscled….oh, Preston, please stop!”

Lydia tried to close her legs in desperation. She would never be able to stop herself from succumbing to pleasure if he continued to work at her so diligently with his fingers. She expected him to reprimand her for pleading again, but to her surprise, he lifted his hand away from her sex.

“Wait until I tell you to continue,” he ordered.

Lydia groaned inwardly when she heard him rummaging through a drawer again. When would she learn she could never rely on the hope of his mercy?

Without a word, Preston bent down to fasten another set of cuffs to both her ankles, fastening them to each of the bedposts so her legs were forcibly spread. Tears of humiliation stung Lydia’s eyes. She had never felt so utterly exposed.

“Go on,” Preston commanded.

Lydia tried to speak past the tightness of her throat. Preston got onto the bed again so he was in front of her, his forehead creased with a frown of irritation.

“I told you to continue,” he said, reaching out to flick his fingers painfully across her erect nipple. “He turned you on, did he?”

Lydia shuddered and forced her voice to work again.

“Alex was…he was…yes, I looked at his tight jeans and became aroused almost immediately…I walked p-past him, but he didn’t even look up from his work.”

She drew in a deep breath and tried to steady her voice.

“One of the other mechanics was also working that day, so I hung around asking stupid questions until he left the garage to take a break. Then I started getting bored and rather annoyed because Alex was ignoring me. He’d been ignoring me for weeks. I poked around the garage a little while longer, even though it was stifling inside and reeked of oil and grease. Then just as I was getting ready to leave, Alex came inside to get a wrench.

“I leaned against a car hood, my arms behind me to push my…my breasts forward. I thought he’d just ignore me again, but then he turned and looked at me. When his gaze traveled to my breasts, I realized I’d been sweating so much inside the garage that my shirt was sticking to me, outlining every curve of my breasts and nipples. Even though I’d been putting myself on display every time I was there, I suddenly got…I got nervous with the way Alex was looking at me. Maybe I’d shown him too much.”

“Didn’t you want him to fuck you?” Preston asked, tracing her nipples with the tips of his fingers.

“I…I don’t know.” A wave of dizziness swept over Lydia as the muscles of her arms began to strain, as she fought the spirals of pleasure evoked by Preston’s light touch. “I t-think I did, but right then I realized that he was not only older, but a lot more sexually experienced than I was. I’d only been involved in some teenage fumblings, and of course with…with Cassie. I think I got s-scared. He was…Alex was big and muscled, and there was no one else around…so he came up to me and nodded toward my chest.

“‘Pretty tits,’ he remarked, which made me hot all over again because no one had ever spoken to me so explicitly. ‘Take off your shirt and let me see them.’”

“Well, I bristled at the order because I wasn’t used to following orders, so I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head.

“‘No way,’ I said. ‘You’re not worth it.’

“A flash of anger appeared in his eyes, which scared me all the more, but I didn’t move. Then he came closer and he was just so big….he grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped it right down the middle so that my breasts were exposed, and then he grabbed one in his greasy hand and twisted my nipple. I was…oh, God, the thrill that shot through me was like a rocket.

“‘Nice, but I’ve seen better,’ Alex said contemptuously, pawing my other breast and leaving black marks covering my chest. ‘You seem to think there ain’t no better though, you little slut.’

“Even though I’d never been so turned on, I pretended I didn’t like being called a slut. I pushed his hands away and covered myself with the tattered remains of my shirt.

“‘You don’t deserve me,’ I snapped. ‘Grease monkey like you? You only wish you could have me.’

“‘Yeah, that’s why you’ve been parading around here in your skimpy clothes, huh?’ He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his crotch so I could feel the huge, hard bulge of his erection. ‘Little girls like you better not mess with things they can’t handle.’

“I tossed my hair back and leveled him with a cool gaze. ‘I can handle anything.’

“His mouth turned up at the corners as his dark eyes began to burn. ‘You can, huh? Guess I’ll have to find out then.’

“By then, he’d trapped me against the hood of the car, his body blocking the entrance of the garage. We were toward the back of the garage, and I knew there was no way I could escape him even if I’d wanted to. I was so nervous, but also unbearably excited, and the fumes were beginning to make me light-headed so it almost seemed a bit surreal when Alex yanked my shirt off completely and began rubbing my breasts again.

“Then he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me onto the hood, pushing my legs apart with his knee. He laughed when he saw the flowers on my panties, saying they were cute, but I’d need something sexier if I wanted to be a real slut.

“Then he pulled them down my legs and looked at my…at my pussy, sticking a few fingers into me without the slightest bit of finesse. Before I knew what he was doing, he lifted me off the hood and turned me around so my back was to him. His hands were callused and greasy, his touch rough as he pushed me down onto the hood until I was lying flat across it with my backside toward him.

“I’d had this idea that if we had sex, it would be somehow romantic, but he just flipped my skirt over my hips as if I were nothing more than an object. Of course, I was damp from the sheer thrill of finally being so close to him, plus I was just so damn hot that all of my senses were flooded with sensation.

“The metal of the car was warm and greasy against my naked breasts and belly, my nose was filled with the smell of engine oil, and Alex was pawing my bottom cheeks with his large hands.

“I panicked a little when I heard him undoing his zipper, and then even more when I felt the pressure of his big cock pressing against me, but he clamped his hands around my waist and told me not to move or it would hurt. Well, of course it did hurt, but it was more of an intense stinging than anything else, and then he started thrusting.

“I’d thought before that I was overwhelmed, but the feeling of Alex pumping inside me sent me over the edge. I couldn’t hold onto anything, and my legs were dangling over the side of the car, so his hard grip was the only thing keeping me in place. He caused my entire body to slam against the car, his belly slapping against my bottom, the juicy sounds of fucking filling my ears…”

Lydia’s voice trailed off as she struggled to regain her slippery control. Her heart was pounding so wildly she could feel it against her chest.

She clenched and unclenched her hands on the bedposts, her breathing so rapid that her chest heaved with the force of it. The images were so sharp-edged and vivid she felt as if the experience had just happened yesterday and not over fifteen years ago.

“It was so…so raw,” she said thickly. “Alex moved his hand around to my clit, and it took just one rub before I came violently, shrieking and writhing around on the car like a fish on the end of a line. He kept pumping into me until he grunted and pulled out, coming all over my bottom.”

A shudder rippled through her, right down to the tips of her toes. She was suddenly grateful for the enforced spread of her legs, for if she had the ability to press her thighs together, she knew that even a light pressure on her pulsing nub would spark an orgasm.

She felt Preston looking at her and cautiously lifted her gaze to his. She was unsurprised to see lust masking his expression, but underneath it was a dark contempt that triggered her nervousness back into force.

“Well, imagine that,” Preston drawled as he climbed off the bed. “Our noble Lydia, who had sustained such a reputation for coolness, losing her virginity in a filthy garage. Sprawled like a tart over a broken-down car, spreading her legs for a greasy mechanic.”

Embarrassment speared through Lydia as she recognized the truth of his words. She flexed her hands, trying to relieve the increasing strain in her arms. Her nervousness grew stronger when Preston moved behind her. Unable to stand it, she turned her neck to try and see what he was doing.

“I think,” Preston said slowly as he opened the closet door, “that you really should be punished for acting in such a disgusting, obscene manner. What a disgrace you are.”