Lily: Captive to the Dark (27 page)

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Authors: Alaska Angelini

Tags: #Romance, #Erotica

Lily’s fight eased and her ass wiggled beneath me. The wetness that met my cock had my teeth pulling at her shoulder. I bit harder until she tried moving out of the way. Had I really wanted to unleash on her, I wouldn’t have stopped. Wouldn’t have held back like I did now.

“Oh, slave. There’s no getting away for you. Take the pain I want to give and embrace it. I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice.”

“Mmph.” Lilian tossed her shoulders back and forth and I nipped at her earlobe, rubbing the length of my cock against her again.

“Let’s do this right, once and forth all. You see that bag over there on the counter? It has your surprise in it. A for sure way that you lose all choice in movement. You ready?” I lifted, pulling her up and keeping the chokehold while I dragged her to my bag. Rope met my fingers and she gasped, going still.

Real fear flashed on her face for the briefest moment and I let go, feeling my stomach drop. I didn’t want her to be afraid, but the rope did something to her in that moment.

“Red?” My eyes searched hers and she took a stuttering breath.

“No.” With strength that amazed me, her arms came out in front of her and she waited. I could have gone on, wormed out why the rope triggered the anxiety, but I didn’t want to. I had to see if I could help her overcome it. I wanted her trust and she was offering it so freely.

The hemp slid down my palms and I looped it around her arms, taking my time, adding the detail I wanted. For my slave, it had to be perfect. She may have appeared the captive, cloaked in rope, but her submission to my desires only had me working twice as hard to perfect the way I weaved in and out. Once I had her wrists bound, I brought them up to hover above her breasts. The rope went behind her neck and I brought it down, angled in an
X
over her chest. Over and over, I added more layers, until the fit was tight enough to leave marks, but not enough for her to be overly uncomfortable.

“This is beautiful,” she whispered.

“You’re beautiful.”

My lips pressed into hers and her fingertips held to the bottom of my jaw. I couldn’t stop my forehead from resting against hers as I broke away.

“Slave, about how far do you want to go?”

“Don’t you dare pull back now. Please.”

God, to really let go and give in…I’d kill to show her how good it could feel to experience that sort of pain and pleasure.

“Fine.” I swept her into my arms and lowered her to the bed, positioning her so the side of her face was against the mattress and her ass was in the air. “You want to meet the real me? So be it. I’m done trying to fight what the fuck I want to do to you. I hope you’re ready to burn, baby, because things are about to get really hot in here.”

Chapter 35

Lily

 

Rustling had me trying to look back to see what Zain was getting out of his bag. My heart was racing and I was shaking at the fear of the unknown. What had he meant, burn? God, was he going to actually hurt me? Stupid question. Of course he wouldn’t.

The sound of a lighter caused me to jump and I tried lifting my head more, but short of rolling onto my side and being caught disobeying, I was screwed.
Trust. Trust. Trust.
I continued to repeat it in my head, praying I hadn’t just told the man I love to become some hidden monster that was best left in the shadows. He was scared I’d turn from him…was there really a reason for me to?

Footsteps approached and I tried to slow my breathing. Seconds went by while I waited. The shift of the air mattress caused my fists to draw in closer to my chest.

“We’ll start out light. Just a small warmth. We’ll go from there.”

Fingers caressed down the length of my slit and I closed my eyes, letting myself relax. What felt like liquid dripped onto my ass and I jumped, but calmed immediately.
Wax.
Okay, I could do this. As long as he wasn’t holding the lighter to my skin, I had nothing to worry about.

“You look so fucking hot lying there helpless in my rope. I should have tied you up long ago, baby girl.”

The temperature increased as more wax drizzled over my ass, closer to my pussy. I bit my lip, moving against the finger rubbing circles around my opening. Fuck, I was so hot and wet for him. If this was a taste of his dark side, I was ready to get burned.

“Stay still or it will get worse a lot faster.”

His finger inched inside of me and I gasped at the heat that made a line from one side of my lower back to the other.

“God, I love your body.” Teeth sank into my skin not far from his fingers and I fought not to rock into him.

“Master.” The high pitched tone showed nothing short of how hard it was for me. I realized I loved this feeling of helplessness when my Zain was in charge. The wax just helped intensify the experience. He could really burn me badly if he wanted, yet I knew he wouldn’t go overboard.

“Shh, slave. Just feel. Fight whatever other tendencies that come and give in to what I do.”

A single drip landed on the small of my back, followed by another that splashed a little higher. More followed and I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the pattern he was making while his finger began a steady thrust into my pussy. Time blurred as it dragged on and the design got bigger and more widespread until I was sure there wasn’t an inch of my back spared.

Another finger joined the first, pushing in deeper. A steady rhythm pushed in hard enough to allow me to rock with it.

“This will be more intense.”

Fire raced from the bottom of my ass and down my thigh. I wasn’t sure how close the flame had been, but the heat was enough to almost bring tears to my eyes. With the combination of pain and pleasure, I was pulled even further into the building ecstasy.

“You shouldn’t have waited,” I moaned.

Zain’s fingers paused inside of me only to start again. “You like the burn?” Again, what felt like almost direct contact had me bracing for more. Just when I though I couldn’t take it, the pain eased. A brush of his thumb over my clit had me nodding.

“God, yes. I love it all.”

The tightening of my skin under the hardened areas had my nipples tingling. There were so many sensations that my mind was confused on what I needed more of. I took in each, letting them run electric throughout me. At Master continuing to tease my clit, I quickly felt all my focus go to the burning ache he was building deep within my core. I was sizzling on the inside and scorched outside.

“Be completely still,” he said, lowly. “If you move, you’re not going to like it.”

I braced myself…waiting. The anticipation had my pussy clenching around his fingers. The teasing stopped and for the seconds that dragged out, I wasn’t sure I even breathed. Then, in long succession, I felt the flame travel down my back only to return toward my neck. Repeatedly, my Zain walked the wire of pulling my pain tolerance to its peak. I took shallow breaths, too afraid to breathe in deeply and too aroused to deny what my body was enjoying.

A moan poured out of me and I pressed my lips together, dying for him to touch me again. I didn’t have to wait long. I heard him take a deep breath and blow out the candle, then my Master was suddenly on me, molding his body to mine from behind.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so God damn hot right now. I can feel it pouring from your skin. And you took it.”

There was a certain awe in his voice that fed my submissive within. Pride within myself surged and I could almost feel myself blush.

“I told you I liked it. Will you do it again when you get back?”

“Oh, baby, I’ll do it all the time. Whenever you want. Jesus, I have to have you.”

His cock pushed into my opening while his hand reached underneath, grasping onto my tied wrists.

“You’re going to be marked up so beautifully by the time I release you. I can’t wait to run my fingers over each one while I hold you.”

Tighter, his grip became, and I cried out as his cock plunged into my pussy. Where I expected slow and gentle from his words, I got the opposite. Hard, brutal thrusts sent me right into trying to stop my orgasm from coming too soon. His fingers raked over the hemp until he was scratching down my stomach.

“Tonight you come as many times as you can. No holding back.” The brush over my clit combined with his words sent me into spasms almost immediately. Faster, he pounded, relentlessly slamming into me until I was screaming through the intensity of the euphoria he evoked. The room spun from the power of my orgasm and I let it while I tried to catch my breath.

“This might not be your favorite part, but you’ll take it.”

I couldn’t process the words before I felt him begin peeling the wax from my back. At the pull, I clawed at the sheet.

“Jesus,” I barely finished before he moved on to the next piece. The stinging was brief and I felt myself temporarily relax. The higher he got, the less painful it became. With each section he removed, the more I began to savor the attention. But I knew he was headed back down and I didn’t worry until he got to the small of my back. I bit my lip while he dragged it out, taking his time. His cock slowed and I focused on how each inch filled me up before he withdrew, only to do it again. By the time he got to the wax on my ass and thighs, I was tingling all over. I could feel where the thin hair had been pulled and I couldn’t get over how alive I felt.

“Time to flip over.”

Zain pulled out and spun me over, pushing back between my legs. My fingers were almost numb from the weight. I flexed them, already feeling the blood rushing back. His gave them a good rub, teasing me even more with the long strokes. The half-smile he displayed caused me to move my hips down so I could get closer.

“Oh no. You stay right there. Let me look at you.” My Master reached forward, caressing down my face as he stared into my eyes. “Tu ai-je jamais dit combien vous dire vraiment pour moi? Bientôt, je vais vous montrer. Tu ne aurez plus être mon esclave, mais ma femme. Mes toujours.”

My world nearly stopped as I took in what he had said in French. I’d never heard him speak anything but Arabic and I’d been lost then, but this…this I could understand.
Have I ever told you how much you truly mean to me? Soon, I'll show you. No longer will you be my slave, but my wife. My always.

Something flared behind his eyes as his head cocked to the side. “You know what I said.”

I swallowed hard, nodding. “I speak French fluently.”

The smile returned and he lowered, grasping my bound hands. “Then it’s no secret. I want you, Lilian. Always. I mean to make that happen. Not too soon, but within the next year or two. If you agree, I want us to get married.”

Married.
“In a year or two?”

His cock pushed into my entrance and I moaned while he inched in deeper. “Seems like a good enough amount of time. You can adjust and get better while we get to know each other even more.”

I opened my mouth to speak when he plunged all the way in, leaving me in a frozen state. Remembering what I’d wanted to say became difficult. His thrusts increased, but stayed relatively slow. Muscles flexed in his arms and shoulders while he worked his hips, sending me into even more of a blissful fog.

“Tell me what you think. Is the thought even appealing to you?” His voice was deep and rich with pleasure. I forced my mind to clear enough to answer.

“Two years is too long. A year even seems like forever.”

“So, you like the idea of it then?”

I met his kiss, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. A growl had him pushing his cock in even deeper.

“It more than appeals. I want it. I want you.”

“You have me. God, slave, I’m fucking yours. Right here,” he said, tapping his chest, “this belongs to you. When I died on that table, they may as well have taken it out and given it to you. You’re all I saw. All I knew.”

The deep, red scar that covered his chest was something I could hardly take in. He’d almost died because of me. Had…died. If he hadn’t come back. If he didn’t come back this time…

“Marry me sooner. Marry me now. Before you leave.”

The thrusts stopped and the seriousness on his face made the room sound eerily quiet. Seconds went by while he stared.

“Lilian…”

“Please. What if something happens? What if—”

His hand covered my mouth. “Don’t say it. I’ll be back. And we’ll talk more about this then.”

The moment his hand lifted, I couldn’t stop from arguing. “Marry me now. Tonight.”

A groan had him slamming his cock into me. “I can’t.”

“Why not? You can. We’ll go to Vegas. We’ll get married the moment we get there and you can still leave by tomorrow.”

Zain’s hand came back down to silence me and still, he pounded harder. “You’re making this impossible,” he groaned out. “Do you think I don’t want you as my wife right now? Fuck, I do, slave, but I can’t. I gave your brother my word that we wouldn’t rush. You know I can’t break that.”

A sound of frustration pushed against my throat and I tossed my head back and forth, sinking my teeth into my Master’s hand. His eyes narrowed, but he stayed silent as I let go.

“Damn you for doing that. This is our lives, not Slade’s. Between the two of you, you’re going to drive me insane. Now, just…”

“What? Fuck you? Oh, honey, I’m going to. No one is more pissed about this than me. If I had any idea you would have even teased the idea of marriage, I would have never promised.”

I could have screamed for as angry as I was, but I let the slamming thrusts take over, erasing how my brother seemed to be manipulating us all. But I knew his reasons. He wanted to make sure Zain was the one and I had to admit, he was a lot smarter than I gave him credit for. He was right to force us both in the corner. Unless we defied Slade, we were at his mercy.

“Hey, right here.” His fingers clasped onto my jaw as he brought my attention back to him. My face jerked, challenging him, trying to drag out whatever else he was hiding. At the tighter squeezing, he dove down, crushing his mouth to mine. The hold eased and he moved further down until he had my neck in his hold. Air faded, drawing me back to the moments where he held, but never stole, my oxygen. Now, I knew just how much he wanted to. There were times he’d applied pressure but never like he did now.

I tried to move, tempting his darkness. His other hand rose and locked in my hair, making me immobile. Oxygen was almost nonexistent and my sudden rush of fear had me fighting harder. His hand rose, slapping against my cheek in a steady tap.

“You fucking do it for me,” he said, going back to holding my face and kissing me. I felt my arousal shoot through the roof as his finger pushed into my mouth and his tongue traced over it, circling around my lips. “I want your pussy tightening around my cock again.”

The rotation of his hips had the friction against my clit, sending me right to the brink. Over and over, he pushed up against me until I was almost screaming from pleasure.

“Come, baby girl. Give me what I want.”

With one last thrust, I arched and felt myself jerking from the sensitivity. My orgasm sent me rocking with his increased speed and I did scream as wave after wave, he drew out my release. The swelling of his cock had me moaning and I met his tongue as he kissed me, then shot his cum deep within my pussy.

“God,” he growled, slamming into me harder as he finished. For seconds, he didn’t move. Sweat dripped onto my breast and his finger traced it over my skin. “Ropes off. Then, we go again. I’m not wasting a moment of the time we have together.

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