FaCade (Deception #1) (9 page)

Confusion pinched my face, and he walked over to me. Taking them from my neck he rearranged the loops then dropped to his knees in front of me. His hand came out to tap my ankle. “Oh my God,” I breathed. They were underwear.

He caressed them up my legs, the beaded balls kneading the flesh as they travelled up my thighs, skimming under the red satin dress that had gathered around the top of my legs.

Cool beads came to rest over my bare pussy, a string of them sitting against the crease of my ass like a G-String, two layers resting above my hips. His warm fingers stroked at my flesh as they left me, making the air around us thicken, his dark pools penetrating my inner whore. I craved his touch and as much as I hated him for it, the craving was the stronger urge now.

He moved away from me, standing and turning to leave, crooking a finger over his shoulder at me to follow. Placing one foot in front of the other, I gasped as the pearls moved over me in delicate strokes. Biting down hard on my lips to stifle my heavy breaths, I followed his lead, passing the giant in the hall.

My footfalls tapped against the cold floor, and I stopped at a door when he did. It opened into a warm, richly decorated room; heavy curtains draping from the ceiling, creating a gothic vibe. The dark red matched the color of my dress. A dinner table was set in the center of the room.

“Sit.”

Walking to one of the seats at the table I slowly lowered myself down. I jumped violently as he swiped his arm across the table, knocking everything that was on it to the floor. The cluttering noises made my heart stop, before rebooting with his next command. “On the table, Belle. You wanted to give me a show… I want it up close.”

I didn’t move. I didn’t know if I could move. He refused to wait; he reached out, grasping a fistful of my loose hair. Each follicle blazed from his rough hands. He dropped into the chair at the other end and placed me between his splayed thighs. His hand relinquished its hold on my hair as he reaffirmed his authority with both hands digging into my hips, lifting and placing me on the table. “Like to taunt men, Belle? Like to touch your pussy and cum in my honor?”

My head was shaking back and forth. “I didn’t cum. I couldn’t for a pig like you,” I spat. The backhand to my cheekbone stunned me, the pain exploding heat along my entire right side. Tears filled my eyes, my hair flailing with the sharp twist of my head.

The sound of the ripping fabric of my dress and my body jerking from his brutal assault now reinforced my attention on him. My pretty dress was being ripped straight up the center, his fingers tearing at the silky material. Why the hell did he bother to make me wear it?

“Let’s test that theory shall we?” The shreds fell in two, some silk still on my arms and dropping to my sides, exposing my frame; naked apart from the pearls decorating me. His temper and lust were clear in his stiff posture, his glassy orbs burning through me; he was teetering on the edge and it was contagious.

He walked over to a cabinet placed next to a huge love seat then came back with what looked like a wand with a ball thing on the end. My eyes widened. Was he going to hit me with that?

“Lean back, place your hands on the table and hold yourself up on your elbows.”

“What is that?” I asked.

His eyes went to the object then devoured my body with a look, making me swallow. “Feet on the table. Legs open.”

I obeyed his command. The embers still burned on my cheek and I wouldn’t risk another blow. Twisting the bottom of the wand-looking object he sat back down in the chair, giving him a full view straight between my spilt thighs. Lifting the object, he placed it on the pearls covering me.

OH GOD!

It was vibrating, making the tiny balls tap dance over me. It was taunting and incredible. I tried to control my thoughts, to think of something else but it was impossible, the tiny rumble of the pleasure beads coated my entire pussy with a delicious pulse. He added pressure right above my clit and my hips lifted from the table to reach for the building release.

“You’re glistening, Belle, coating the pearls in your own sheen. Does that feel good?”

“No,” I growled but my heavy breathing, hard pebbled nipples and writhing hips betrayed my words.

“Do you want to cum, Belle? Leak your release and let me lap it up? Want me to bury my tongue in that hot little cunt of yours? Do you want my big thick cock to fuck your tight little hole, fill you all up?”

Oh God. His filthy mouth was building me with the tempo of his movements. That magic fucking stick thing he was using made my insides tighten the deep pull in my core.

“Do you want it, Belle? Tell me, do you want me inside you, fucking that throb you have building. Does your greedy little pussy want to be fed? I can smell you. Damn, I want to fuck you. Do you want me to?”

“Yes!” I screamed, dying a little inside. My body was ready to combust. His chuckle mocked me.

His other hand gripped the top of the pearls resting over my hips and lowered them to my thighs as he stood over me. “You really asking, Star? Does your pussy want to strangle my thick cock?”

“Damn you, Troy, just fuck me!” I screamed at him. I was sick of the games. I just wanted to get on with the inevitable and release the burn inside me.

“You asked, Star.” He dropped his fly, freeing his engorged cock. Instead of moving the pearls to the side, he used the slackened strings to cover over my entry and then without mercy, he forced his cock into the hilt, every inch of him coated in pearls.

I screamed out from the abrupt intrusion. I was snug all around him, my inner walls squeezing at him, the stroke of the balls felt unnatural in the most extraordinary way.

The smooth pearls were rough inside me, each swipe of them, along with his cock, stroking the pleasure higher and higher until all I could feel was our fucking.

There was no other sensation. No sound filtered into my head, no air filled my lungs; even my nerves had frozen, allowing only bliss to build with each plunge of him inside me.

He wasn’t gentle, his harsh grip on my skin painful and cruel but my body ignited, my pussy clutching him tight so he couldn’t escape from me.

I yelped when I was suddenly flipped over, the pleasure suddenly disappearing when he pulled out and squashed the front of my body into the cold table. A fire grazed my ass as his palm struck it, the slap loud enough to release me from my daze. I pushed back, demanding more, begging for more. I couldn’t handle the incredible hunger inside me. I was thirsty for stimulation, panting for release.

“Look how beautifully your skin wears my mark, Star. My branding suits you.”

I screamed again when he struck me once more, the blaze of pain firing up the scorch of lust. “Fuck me,” I ordered through clenched teeth.

“Ask me nicely. Ladies should maintain their manners.”

I growled at him over my shoulder. His spiteful smile poured hatred into every part of me, yet it still wasn’t enough to dampen the need. I sneered at him. “Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.”

He laughed loudly, his face full of beautiful ruthlessness that made my heart still. “I love it when you beg but let’s not pretend you’re a lady, Star. We both know you’re a dirty little slut and you proved it so easily it’s disappointing.”

He slammed back inside me, causing my back to arch painfully. My heart seemed to stop while it simultaneously sped up, the beat of it matching the rhythm of his fucking, the contradiction causing a severe pain to crush my breastbone.

His fingers slid up the center of my back, the palm of his hand pressing against every groove of my spine until he fisted my hair and pulled my head back. His balls spanked my clit with every thrust inside me, his fingers fired shots of pain through my skull, his thick cock stretched me to an agonizing fullness – and I freaking loved it. I relished in the pain. I savored the sweet bite to each of my nerves. I possessed the driving ecstasy that tore through me and used it to pull my orgasm from its depths inside me.

Pleasure rolled over me, my body vibrating in total rapture as he thrust harder and harder. The snatch of his hold on my hair increased when I felt his breath on the side of my face. “Tell me how much you love it, Star. How good my cock feels inside you. How your body is humming and begging for me to let you fly.”

I nodded, screwing my eyes closed as my mind vomited with the betrayal of my body. “Yes,” I choked out as the thrill became intoxicating.

“Tell me,” he repeated sternly as he pressed a hand down between my shoulder blades, driving the pain to clash with the pleasure sailing through me.

“I love it,” I screamed as my thighs started to clench. “Your cock feels so good.”

He slammed inside me hard as his orgasm continued to rip through him. He yanked my head back further, the pull in my neck excruciating. “Open your eyes, whore.”

The way he spat the words sent a chill through my body. I snapped them open as a climax so intense caused my body to seize, each muscle contracting in a blissful torture.

A sob tore from me as I witnessed them watching me through a glass window. Four of them stood, their hands pressed to the glass, their eyes heated and narrow as lust and depravity contorted their faces.

Yet still my climax hit, the stare from our voyeurs intensifying my orgasm until my bones seemed to crack under the pressure. I couldn’t catch a breath as my eyes rolled and a delicious tightening in my body fired levels of pleasure so extreme through me that I felt everything sway and blur.

Mr. Troy jerked violently inside me, dragging me up to the surface of consciousness and then back down again when I felt the warmth of his cum flow inside me. I couldn’t work out if it had triggered another orgasm or if it extended the one already locking me down, but the pleasure went on and on until my exhausted body sagged beneath the weight of him.

“I must say,” he breathed in my ear as my body still shuddered beneath him. “That was a lot better than I thought it would have been. Whores usually have slack cunts. But you surprise me.”

Nausea threatened as humiliation hung heavy in my heart. I had succumbed to him so easily. Given him a piece of me that I would never get back, nor did I want it back. It was tainted now; dirty and spoilt.

I remained still when he pulled out of me, yanked his zip back up and walked from the room silently. The lights dimmed then flashed back on. I stole a peek at the window but the observers had now disappeared and a mirror replaced the viewing pane. I knew they still watched me, still laughed at what I had just become for a man I hated with my whole being.

Swallowing heavily, I pushed myself up, ignoring the trickle of stickiness between my legs and slowly left the room, my soul still dripping off the table with each spilled pearl from the string that had severed with his brutality.

THE SMILE ON MY FACE contradicted the hatred in my stomach. I hadn’t wanted to enjoy it as much as I had. My dick still throbbed in ecstasy, my balls tingling with the feel of release.

Her cunt was exquisite… as always, the way those tight muscles of hers molded round my cock like she was sculpted just for me had slammed home the memorable feeling. But it had been that moment of familiarity that had reminded me why I was inside her, fucking her, taking her in front of them to prove to them who I was.

Her begging me to fuck her had brought on numerous forbidden feelings, one of them too intense to categorize, so I had pushed that aside and concentrated on the need to humiliate her, to degrade her like she asked for.

Another smile tilted my lips when I opened the door to the room next door. Theo looked up at me from his chair and gave me a half smile.

“You get it?”

He nodded then touched a button, bringing one of the screens to life. I watched the images play over then reached down and hit rewind on one particular part.

‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’

I laughed, rewinding then replaying it. “Perfect.”

‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’

‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’

‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’