The Parlour (VDB #1) (28 page)

She gasped behind him. Panting through the pain, he turned to look at her as he heard the belt land on the floor.

“What have I done?” she said, backing away erratically until she fell onto the chair and just stared at him. He turned from her again and smiled to himself as he sat back on his haunches to let the last of the pain ebb away.

“Precisely what I asked you to do, Lilah. Do not be afraid of it. You have done nothing wrong.”

“But your back… Look at it. Why? I don’t understand why I did that. I’m not… I’m not like that. I can’t…” She began to cry. This was not a useful reaction to the situation they were currently participating in. He stretched his neck around one last time and let the energy enthuse his bones. Quiet. Peace-filled. Who knew somebody as delicate as Lilah James could be a sadist? He chuckled to himself at his senseless thoughts. He’d been around Alexander too long. Anyone was capable of such things. Their size was hardly relevant.

Drawing himself up, he headed straight for her beauty and dragged on her wrist until she got up and followed him. He wouldn’t have her believing this was a bad thing. She was magnificent in her innocence, but he was not about to lose her venom. He needed it more than she knew. She still sobbed, trailing behind him and filling the air with negative connotations, none of which either of them deserved. She should have been worshipped for such carefree abandon. Such a primal act should have been adulated, honoured for exactly what it was – a gift.

“Look at it,” he demanded, turning his back to the mirror and standing her in front of him so he could watch her reactions and cradle her through them. Her small frame cowered into his chest as she shook her head and continued with her useless sobs. He grabbed at her chin and yanked her head until she had to look at the reflection. He couldn’t see it, and wasn’t in the least bit interested to. He could feel the welts burning him, feel their intensity flaming on his skin and reviving everything he needed from them. “Lilah, see them for what they are, rather than that which your mind discourages. Do I appear discomforted?”

“But…”

“But nothing. I am rejuvenated by it. I need it.” She shook her head again and tried to get away from the image. He grasped at her hands and laced them around his waist. “Put your fingers on the pain you have created. Let yourself linger over the stripes. They belong to you, Lilah. You own them, and therefore, in this moment, me.”

Her head shot up to gaze at him, her grey eyes still full of tears as she began to compose herself at his words. He inwardly winced as the first of her fingers tentatively traced his skin, although the cascade of familiar feelings assaulting him made his smile widen. She peeked her head around his shoulder to watch her own hands covering his spine.

“Do you feel it, Lilah, hmm?” he said, grinding himself into her frame as she traced another welt. Bliss began to climb through his cock, suddenly desperate for a release of another kind. Hard and exhaustive fucking. Wild and uncontrolled rage, let loose and demonic in its glory. “There is your moment, Lilah. The confusion resided within myself, not you. You have rendered me silent. If you still require my lips, now would be a good time for you to take them from me.”

She slowly pulled her head back until her face was in front of him again. Her dark hair was slick with sweat and water, her grey eyes haunting him with something long since buried, and then she drew her hand up to look at her crimson stained fingers.

“I don’t know why I did that.” He took her hand to his mouth and began to suck his own blood from her deviant little fingers. One by one, he savoured the taste of himself on her skin until there was nothing left to devour apart from her. “What have you done to me? I’m not like this. I can’t...”

“You are, and do not dare deny yourself. If you want my lips, Lilah, you will take them this way. You will immerse yourself in this and become what I need you to be.”

“No. I… I need you to leave,” she said, backing away and allowing a flash of fear to grace her face. He grabbed for her to yank her back, refusing to give her the break her mind was asking for. Vanilla obligations held no power over this moment.

“I will fuck you into this if you do not take it yourself.”

“No, don’t touch me. I’m not…” He grabbed again until she was bent over the bath and begging him to stop. Nothing was stopping him from making this happen. He needed it like air, and if he couldn’t have it from Alexander on a regular basis, he would take it from Lilah. His perfect piece of beauty, who kissed him like the end of the world was about to ensue. She twisted and turned in his hold, fighting for all she was worth, desperately trying to get him off her. All he could see was her ability to please him. She had so much more to give yet. His teeth bit into her shoulder, sending an immediate howl of pain resonating within the small space, then he yanked at his trousers, desperate to free his cock and bury himself to the hilt in her unique cunt. His cunt, for him to play with. His fingers gripped her hair and pulled her upright to stop the incessant wriggling, although that was becoming more and more stimulating by the second.

“Pascal, please…”
Yes, Lilah. Oh yes, dear girl. We will fuck and we will revel in our debasement. You will learn to honour yourself whether you believe it or not. You will fuck until you have no fight left and then you will beat me again until you ache with the need to do it forever.

One hand tore at the buttons on his pants while the other pushed her head down to the floor. Her body still writhed and bucked beneath him as he dropped his weight onto her back to pin her, and as he drove his fingers into her delicious cunt, he felt her body still instantly. It was dripping with arousal and need. Throbbing heat enveloped his hand as he drove it in again and was rewarded with a moan of pain.

“Better, Lilah. Hmm? Is this what you need? Your cunt is ready, no?”

“Pickles,” she mumbled, still keeping her body rigid. He snarled at the word and continued working his hand, pressing his thumb onto her ass. He’d fuck her there, too. He’d fuck every hole she had, violently, until she understood the meaning of what she had achieved.

“Oh, Lilah. Such words are of no use to you here,” he growled, dragging his teeth along her spine and inching his thumb in. “I shall be gentle with you, yes? Is that what you need, my love, compassion? Hmm? My lips? This is what you ask of me, yes? To fuck you, and yet allow you inside of me?”

“Pickles,” she said again, this time louder and laced with the aggression of earlier, but she still didn’t move her delicate little frame. He smirked into her hair and felt the tension increase in her shoulders.

“Say it again and I’ll ram my cock into you so ferociously you will not walk for a week, and then I’ll take you ass until it bleeds. Is that what you want me to do, my dear? Hmm? Hurt you? You deplorable little slut, look at you, weak and small in the face of pain. You should be ashamed of your greedy little cunt and its needs. Vile taunting little bitch.”

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME, YOU FUCKING MORON!” she yelled, her body suddenly wrenching and twisting uncontrollably beneath him. She pushed her ass high in the air, lifting him as he let her turn. She twirled until she was on her back, and with utter supremacy, had both of his balls in her hand before he could blink. She squeezed beautifully, and his soul came racing up through his throat. “Touch me again and I’ll rip the fucking things off.”

“Better, Lilah. Let it out. Find who she is and let her out for me,” he replied with another smirk as he lowered his mouth to hers carefully, gently teasing her cheeks with soft licks of care.

She snarled, snapping her teeth while her face contorted into that sneer of disgust she had radiated so well earlier.

“Take my lips, Lilah. They’re yours for now.” He swiped his tongue across her tentatively and waited until he felt her lips part and ask for him. Just the smallest sigh left her mouth as their tongues tangled together. Unearthly moments were found again as she kept hold of his balls and groaned at his weight covering her. He pushed his cock onto her groin, coaxing the resistance away from her. Gentle movements, back and forth, cat and mouse, caressing tongues, filthy floors and disturbing thoughts crashing into both of their minds. “Let me inside you, Lilah. Ask for me. I’m yours to command.”

She moaned a little and began to grind her body back into his, her hand slowly releasing the hold she had on his balls until her legs widened and eventually wrapped around his legs.

“Fuck me,” she said quietly into his mouth. He felt the smile in her words rather than the actual movement. Other than Alexander or Elizabeth, he hadn’t felt anyone like that for so long, and Lilah was just for him. His to keep.

He wasted no time in lining up and inching himself inside her, prolonging his own torture as he did so. Small, barely unnoticed movements just to feel every millimetre of her heat encompassing his cock. He ached to go harder and fill her with the aggression she was causing, to fuck her raw and leave her as bruised as she had done him. But she grated her fingers over his open scars with such malice that he groaned out in near frenzy.

“You want me to hurt you? Don’t you?” she whispered into his mouth, swiping her tongue again and biting onto his lip, vicious little nips of aggression and wanton desire, just as he needed them.

He moaned back into her, shoving his cock in as hard as he could and sending her as far into the floor as was possible.

“Fuck,” she groaned out in response to his actions. “Again,” she said, letting go of his back and arching her body high. Her feet clamped around his buttocks and she ground her cunt as far into him as she possibly could. The Gods couldn’t have sent a more fuckable morsel for him if they’d tried. He rammed back in harder and deeper than he dared. There was no other thought on how much pain they created between each other, just fucking. Wild and animalistic fucking. Sweat began slicking their skin together as he drove in again and again, and she dragged him back down to her, teeth clashing and lips moulding in perfect unity. Only Alexander would feel this good beneath him. Not even Lucinda had elicited this response from his cock – lunges and drives and torturous whimpers of needy fucking desires. Her small frame squeezed him to near impossibility as she clamped and milked the come from deep inside.

“Fucking harder,” she screamed as she scratched at his lower back again and ripped new fissures through the scars Alexander had left there.

“Filthy little slut,” he growled at her, his errant temper now beginning to threaten explosion over her untainted skin as the pain intensified. Submissive he might be, but not entirely in untrained hands, and the little devil beneath him was asking for more than she could take.

“Stop being a fucking coward,” she whispered, once again digging into his skin and making him bellow out in pain. “Fuck me like you mean it, Pascal.”

He hauled her body upright by the hair and flipped her, head driven into the carpet as he pushed her out the door with her ass high enough that his hand couldn’t deny the need to crack it. Five slaps, hard enough to make her scream and he rammed back in again, fucking like a man possessed. His heart raced and his body fired as blood flooded his frame and beckoned hell to erupt inside his balls. The ache was now unbearable as he listened to her breathing alter. Just pants, short rapid breaths as her cunt gripped and released in quick succession.

“You’re fucking useless. Harder,” she spat out, writhing and twisting for a better angle. He yanked on her hips to get more leverage and shoved his thumb into her ass. There was no deeper he could get, but she pushed back harder and he watched the shiver caress her skin at the same moment as he felt that greedy cunt clamp so tightly he could do nothing but remain still and explode into her. His head spun, his body roared with need, and his manic cock emptied itself into divinity’s welcoming embrace, pumping and spitting come like it hadn’t released for months.

He snarled to himself in triumph as he watched her body grinding back onto him, and then rammed in one more time for effect, smothering her with his body and grasping so tightly he thought he might break her. Magnificent little slut, who, he was positive, would be kicking him away any second now. She eventually spat out some more expletives and then did precisely that. He smirked at her need to regain control and gazed at her slender frame, as she simply got up and walked away from him while his come dripped down her thighs.

“I want you to leave now,” she called confidently. He just knelt on the bathroom floor and smirked again as he ran his fingers through his hair. Outstanding.

Slowly drawing himself up to his feet, he put his cock back into its confines and considered how to handle her. He could be pleasant, loving even, as much as he were capable of, or he could simply take her power away again and leave her confused. What did he need from her? Comfort? No. Passion. Warmth. He needed her lips again, so he licked his own and went in search of hers. She was standing by the window, gazing out into the park. She was still naked, with intense reddened patches glowing all over her. She didn’t flinch as he approached. She didn’t even turn to look at him. She simply held up a hand and then pointed at the door.

“Leave, Pascal.”

“No,” he replied quietly, his eyes tracing the outline of her form as it silhouetted against the streetlights. She was small, and yet in this moment, she filled the room with her aura. “We have matters to discuss, Lilah. You must understand the–”

“Leave,” she said slowly. It was filled with regret, or aggravation. “Now.”