This Darkest Man (17 page)

I
left the bathroom without looking at him again, and was met by Daniel in the
corridor. He stood directly in front of me, blocking my way. “What’s wrong?”

“I
just felt sick,” I muttered.

“Great.
That’ll be our excuse for leaving.” His arm looped around my waist, pulling me
to him, and I wished that he wouldn’t hold me so close. It just served to make
me feel more ill and disgusted with myself. He ushered me outside and to the
waiting car. I had hoped that we would be able to ride in silence, but he had
other ideas.

“So,
your ‘white knight’ Joshua came to your rescue. You must be thrilled.”

I
didn’t answer, keeping my gaze focused on window. My phone beeped, but before I
could get to it, he had plucked it from my grasp. A grin spread across his face
as he read the message. “Your white knight wants to meet you for lunch tomorrow.
I guess kissing you in the bathroom wasn’t enough for him.” I frowned at him.
How the hell did he know that? He gave me a knowing grin as if he could read my
mind. “Look in the mirror.”

I
grabbed a compact mirror from my bag, only to be faced with a mouth of smeared
lipstick. I snapped it shut and threw it down beside me in disgust, not even
bothering to attempt to fix it.

“Did
you enjoy it, Mattie? Did it remind you of old times?” he teased.

“Shut
up.” I reached for my phone but he held it out of reach.

“Don’t
worry. I’ll reply for you,” he told me with a smirk as he proceeded to text
back Josh. “I’ll just tell him that you would be delighted to meet with him.
Only not for lunch, a sleazy motel room would be more appropriate.”

“What?
No.” I scrambled for the phone again, but Daniel threw the phone aside and
grasped onto my arms, pinning my wrists together easily.

He
shook his head at me. “Poor Mattie. Do I have to go over the rules with you again?
You let him kiss you and I didn’t give you permission for that, now did I? That
means that you get to be punished.”

“I
didn’t
let
—”

“It
doesn’t matter. It happened all the same.” He looked at me almost pitying.

I
looked away from him. “What sick game have you got planned this time?” I
muttered.

A
finger under my chin forced my head up and my gaze back on him. “You’re going
to give him the honor of burying his head between your legs, but you’re not
going to let him fuck you. If you do, you will be severely punished. A friend
of yours is going to turn up and then you’ll let her take over.”

“What’s
going to happen? Is Josh going to be hurt?”

Daniel
smiled. “It’s highly likely. Only, I’m quite sure that he’ll enjoy it first.
I’ve already let him know that another woman will be joining the two of you. I
told him that you finally decided that you wanted to explore your kinky side.”

His
calm demeanor irked me. “Tell me what the fuck you’re going to do, otherwise
I’m not going to go ahead with it.” My voice shook as I spoke, fear and anger
both giving me determination. “I’m not going to hurt someone like I hurt Jeremy
again. I would expect
you
to have some compassion.”

That
smile on his face seemed to freeze, and then it slowly disappeared like it had
never been there. He leaned in closer to me. “Matilda, you have no fucking idea
how compassionate I’ve been already. You have no idea of the rage that’s inside
me.” His voice was low and dangerous.

“And
will this quell it? Will ruining us really satisfy that rage?” I put my hands
on his thighs, feeling the muscle underneath. “I’ve already told you about how
sorry I am.” I moved so that I straddled him, my hands now on the hard muscle
of his shoulders. His eyes never left my face. “I will do anything that you
want. I will humiliate and demean myself for you. I will be your toy, your
whore, whatever you want me to be. Tell the driver to stop the car and open the
door so everyone can see inside and I will ride you right now.” I leaned down
and kissed his neck, feeling his muscles moving beneath my lips “But I can’t
ruin someone again. Isn’t doing one bad thing in a lifetime enough?” I pleaded
as I kissed down to the collar of his shirt, my hands going to his tie. I
fumbled with the knot to loosen it and started to unbutton his shirt, desperate
to expose his chest. “I want to serve you, I do.” My lips found his nipple and
began lick at it, nearly reveling in its hardness as I sucked it into my mouth.
I felt his hand tangle in my hair.

“Mattie…”

I
wriggled off his lap, sinking down to sit at his feet on the floor of the car,
eye level with his crotch. “Let me please you.” My hands went to his fly to
free him. “Let me do whatever it takes to forgive me, and then maybe we could
be together.” His erect cock was free and available to me now, and I closed my
mouth over the head and began to suck, my cheeks burning from what I’d just
said, yet I felt no regret. I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, taking as
much as I could in me and enjoying when his hand gripped my hair harder. I
swallowed down every spurt of salty cum and licked him clean, before sitting
back and looking up at him expectantly. He stared down at me, pleasure evident
on his face as he tucked himself away.

The
car had stopped and I hadn’t even noticed. “Come on.” He took my hand and led
me out of the car. We hurried into the hotel and to the elevator. The minute
the doors closed behind us, he was lifting me up against the wall to sit on the
rail and pulling up my skirt as he kissed me violently. “Fuck, Mattie. You’re
such a dirty girl,” he panted. “I want you riding my dick all night.” His
fingers pushed aside my panties and plunged into me. I gasped and then began to
move against them, wanting more of him in me. I wanted his hands all over me as
a small voice in the back of my head reprimanded me for being so turned on just
by the act of my own degradation.

All
too soon, the elevator arrived at the penthouse suite. He pulled me along
behind him and pushed me down on the tiles of the foyer. This time, he ripped
the panties and threw them aside as he shoved up my skirt so it rested at my
waist, leaving my lower half bare. “Talk to me,” he grunted as he pushed into
me, filling me completely. “Talk dirty. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

I
gasped as he sped up his pace and struggled to find my voice. “I want you
fucking me in front of everyone,” I rasped out. “I want to be taken on stage,
stripped bare, and…
oh shit
.” My orgasm rippled over me, so fast that I
could no longer form coherent words.

“Don’t
worry,” he whispered. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”

He
fucked me for most of the night, his ownership clear in the multiple times that
he made me cum. By morning, my limbs felt like jelly and my pussy was
unbearable sensitive. Even so, I still ached for his touch like I couldn’t get
enough.

He
grinned when I told him that, and leaned down to plant a kiss between my legs.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to make sure that no one touches this without my say
so. You need time to recover.” I pouted with disappointment as he moved away,
getting to his feet. He pulled me from the bed and guided me to the bathroom
where he placed me under the hot spray before standing behind me and lathering
up his hands with soap. Those hands glided over my body, teasing and toying
with my breasts before sliding down to wash between my legs. He was thorough,
making me bend over so he could insert those soapy fingers in me and making me
groan when he removed them without letting me cum.

He
laughed at my reaction. “I told you that you needed a break.” I stood before
him while he dried every inch of me before rubbing scented lotion into my skin.
It made me feel almost precious to have that much care taken of my body. I
closed my eyes, inhaling the scent and enjoying the time that he was spending
on me. I wasn’t oblivious to how busy he was, and that he made time for me was
perhaps the biggest compliment of all.

I
opened my eyes as he put a bra on me. It was black lace and far more luxurious
than anything that I could afford myself. I gave him a smile of thanks as I
fingered the delicate undergarment. He delivered a kiss to my neck.

“Don’t
thank me just yet.”

“What
do you mean?”

I
watched as he disappeared into the walk-in closet, and returned a second later
with a pale pink box that was the kind that you got from upmarket stores. He
began to lift off the top, then stopped and gave me a grin.

“Close
your eyes.”

I
obeyed, keeping them shut as I heard the rustle of tissue paper before
something was drawn around my waist and between my legs. They flew open as I
felt the cool metal. “What…” The metal was smooth and flat underneath my
fingertips and it was light enough that I wasn’t completely uncomfortable, but
all the same I tried to pull it off. Of course, the little lock at the front and
the key resting in Daniel’s hand, told me that I wouldn’t be successful.

“Take
it off,” I told him. “This is…”

“A
chastity device. Josh won’t be able to go anywhere near you,” he said smoothly.
I took a deep breath, catching sight of myself in the mirror. I looked obscene
with my pussy locked away like this, and Daniel, who stood behind me now as he
watched our reflection, looked smug as he put the key safely away in his
pocket.

I
shook my head at our reflections. “No. I won’t wear this thing. You’re treating
me like an animal.”

“You
already are wearing it,” Daniel pointed out. “And you may feel like an animal,
but you actually look sexy as hell right now.” He placed both hands on my
shoulders and kissed my neck after he swept my hair aside. His hands crept down
to squeeze my breasts, even rolling my nipples through the lace. I felt myself
moisten immediately as he continued to kiss my neck. He pushed his hands into
the delicate cups of the bra and pinched my nipples harder, to which I let out
a moan.

“Take
it off and fuck me, please?” I breathed, my own hand going down to the
frustrating and confining metal that obstructed any relief.

“I
love it when you beg, I really do,” he murmured into my skin, before sucking on
my neck and marking me. I wanted him to bite me harder, anything to get my mind
off the unbearable need to have him buried deep inside me.

“Then
forget about Josh, and just keep me here with you,” I panted as his finger
pinched at my nipple again and sent something electric straight to where I was
untouchable between my legs.

He
laughed softly. ”Keep you? Keep you here, bound and waiting for my use only.
That’s tempting, Mattie. It really is.” He turned me to face him, and started
to kiss me in such a way that tormented me even more. If the chastity device
wasn’t removed soon, I was going to scream.

“Please,”
I begged, between kisses. “I need you to touch me down
there.
I need you
now
.” I went to kiss him again, but a hand tangled in my hair and held
me back, pulling up my head so I was forced to look him directly in the eye.

I
couldn’t read the look on his face. It partly scared me and partly thrilled me,
and the overall effect was to fuel my lust.

“Congratulations,
Mattie. I’ve changed my mind,” he said softly.

“You
mean you’ll leave Josh alone?” Hopefully we could forget about him and then he
could just take me to bed.

He
gave me a small smile before shaking his head. “No, not at all, but I will
leave you out of it. Margaret will turn up at the motel room as planned and
she’ll take it from there. I have other plans for you now.”

“Like
what?” I breathed.

By
the grip on my hair, he pulled me closer so he could whisper in my ear. “I’m
going to keep you for good. Enslaved, and your pleasure subject to my whims. If
you’re a good girl, you might get to cum, but if you’re bad, you’ll be
punished.” His lips moved to my neck as I internally went over his words, that
swirled around in my head and for a moment I thought that I would faint. Then I
felt his teeth lightly bite at my neck and it made me jump. He laughed. “I’m
going to have so much fun with you.”

He
released my hair and I pushed away from him. “That doesn’t sound very…fair. I
don’t want to be your slave. I want to be your girlfriend!” Those words rushed
out of me with violence. “I want you to love me,” I said weakly, my tone almost
begging.

He
closed his eyes for a moment as if his head hurt, then he opened them, shaking
his head. “Matilda…if I were to love you, then that would mean that I forgave
you, and I don’t. I
can’t
. This is the best that I can do.”

I
took another step back. “So if I want to be in your life I basically have to be
your sex slave? I have to be humiliated just for the opportunity to be with
you?” My voice was cracking and I wrapped my arms around myself, staring down
at the floor. I was aware of his eyes firmly on me and I couldn’t stand to look
him in the eye.

“Yes.”
There may have been something more in his voice, it may have been regret or
sympathy, but none of that meant anything because the overwhelming, pathetic
pang of needing to be with him seemed to rule everything about me. I hated
myself, and I hated him even more.

It
took everything in me to lift my eyes to his face as shame swept over me.
“Okay,” I croaked out.