Mr. Darkness Page 6

  “Jesus, Damon. Was that real blood?” I scream in a frantic whisper the second he closes the door.

  “I’d have to look at her file to know for sure.” We walk a few steps down the hall before I say anything else.

  “That’s insanity.” He presses me against the wall with his body, his face meeting mine, leaving me no choice but to allow him to look into my eyes and see the true effect being a voyeur had on me.

  “I could feel what you were thinking as you watched.” His breath brushes over my face as he speaks to me.

  “Really? What was I thinking?”

  “At first you were scared,” his hands glide down my sides, skimming my skin every chance he can along the way. “Then you became invested. A part of you wanted to be the woman in that situation.”

  “That’s absurd.” I put my hands on his chest and attempt to diffuse his vocal advances on my weak, traitorous body.

  “Is it?” He leans back just slightly allowing one hand to slip between us while he skims the edge of my dress. “So if I were to run a finger between your legs, you’d be completely dry?” The bulge in his pants touches my leg as he shifts. Holy hell. He’s even more turned on than I am.

  No I wouldn’t be dry. I’m soaking wet and I hate myself for it. I don’t respond, even though I can tell I don’t have to by the smile on his face.

  Chapter Eight

  “Damon. I think I should go.”

  “I’m not finished showing you what you’re here to see.”

  “There’s more?”

  “If you can handle more.” He tilts his head slightly, never taking his eyes away from mine.

  “That won’t be an issue.” I may have just lied. If what I witnessed was his first level of what he wants to show me, I can only imagine what’ll come next.

  “Very well, try to be silent as we enter each room.” He takes my hand and leads me to the next door. I inhale sharply as I see the roles are now reversed. This time the guy is chained and restrained to a pole in the middle of the room, while the female circles him. They’re both dressed in tight, black leather… hers is head to toe, while he’s wearing an open pair of ass chaps and is bare chested, sweat dripping down his body. It’s obvious they’ve been playing since long before we walked in.

  She grips his chin forcing him to look at her after his eyes roam the room when we enter. Standing by the door in complete silence, I watch everything she does and the way he reacts to her.

  The loud chains fall to the floor just before she speaks. “Crawl to me.” Her voice is purposely loud enough for us to hear. He drops to all fours and begins following her around the room while she prances with one foot stepping directly in front of the other so that her ass sways in an exaggerated way. “Heel.” He moves to her feet as she slows, before he begins to remove the straps on her tall heels. Once the first shoe is in his palm, he pulls her foot toward his mouth and starts to kiss her ankle. He sucks on her toes and licks the bottom of her foot before she calls him off.

  “Stop.” She takes a step forward and before he has a chance to follow she gives him another order. “Stay.” He’s bowing his head at her demands while he waits for her to return. I watch her buckle on a huge strap-on and walk toward him. The size of the cock has me squirming and instantly clinching my own ass just thinking about how it would feel. Is she about to give it to him in the ass? I turn toward Damon quickly, not sure if I’m ready to witness this, but find myself not able to look away for long.

  It’s mind-blowing to watch him submit to her every order, this is much different than I’ve ever experienced sexually and honestly more than I think I could handle personally… but to each their own. I can’t imagine the amount of trust it would take to be able to submit to someone completely.

  She reaches for a bottle of lube, squirting it on her fake dick as she approaches him. After roughly gripping his hips, she plunges forward, entering him before she stills deep inside of him, causing him to moan and roll his head back with the intrusion. He starts to move in front of her and I can’t take my eyes away from watching the thick, long cock disappear inside his ass over and over.

  He writhes and rolls his hips while she remains perfectly still allowing him to get himself the buildup he’s after. Just as he’s moving faster and when it appears he’s about to explode, she pulls him against her and starts driving into him. He uses a single hand to open his zipper, freeing his own cock as she thrusts a few more times until he’s spilling his cum all over the floor beneath him.

  They both breathe heavy in exhaustion; she pulls out and lets the belt fall to her feet while he returns both hands to the floor and lowers his head to wait for her next command.

  As out of the ordinary I thought the first room was, this one seems to be even more so to me. But I can’t knock their style, he seems very satisfied and even though I’m curious why he wants it to be a woman to give it to him in the ass, I can understand the fantasy. To give yourself to someone completely has to be a rush in any aspect, but especially when it comes to the delicate and sometimes controversial ways of sexual desire.

  She begins to lead him around again just as Damon gives my arm a slight nudge. We slip back into the hallway and this time he doesn’t stop to ask my opinion, he just keeps us moving toward the next door.

  I can hear female squeals of pleasure before we even reach the room, almost preparing me for what’s behind the door… but not quite. My eyes meet a woman’s who is suspended in the air in a rope harness. Again, the rope is wrapped around her as though a perfectionist spent hours on it. Her tits are wrapped individually and beginning to turn red from the tight bondage. Her wrists are tied to her ankles making a triangle behind her back as she hangs with her stomach parallel to the ground. Clamps are hanging from her nipples and a few other parts of her body, each of them with added weights making them heavier. My nipples harden at the thought of gravity ripping the clamp from my skin, not that I’ve ever felt that… I can just imagine the pain. There are three men in here with her, not that any of them have my attention.

  “Fuckkkkk.” A clamp hits the ground just before she screams out in pain. One of the guys smacks her across the face, her tears instantly begin falling.

  “Shut the fuck up.” His gravelly voice makes me sick as he grips her cheeks and spits in her face.

  “Please.” She pleads for him to stop, but he hits her again.

  “Please what?”

  “Please, sir.”

  “Don’t make that mistake again.” He rips the other clamp from her nipple, making her scream out once again. He’s angry. I can feel the irate fumes coming from him as he circles her completely. “You just never learn, do you?” He raises his hand and I’m instantly moving forward to interrupt this bullshit. Not to mention, I’m infuriated with Damon for allowing something like this to go on. She obviously isn’t enjoying this and I’m not about to sit here and watch something that’s not consensual.

  “Stop right now.” All eyes turn to me, some of them seemed surprised, the tall guy looks pissed, but I don’t care. I reach over the woman’s head and try to work the knot, having no luck even finding the end to begin untying her. My mind flashes to the guy with the knife and I turn to ask Damon if he has one.

  “Babe, I’ll let you join if that’s what you want.” The female voice shocks me.

  “What?”

  “I’ll let you share my scene.”

  “No. I’m saving you.” She begins to laugh.

  “There’s nothing that can save me, girl. But thanks anyway.”

  “You want all of this?” I take in more of the rope details now that I’m this close.

  “Fuck yes. I planned every single move they’ll make. It’s what we do here.” I must look confused because she starts to explain. “Sorry if we’re making you feel uncomfortable, but there’s no need to ruin my scene because you can’t handle it.”

  “I’m so sorry. I… I thought I was helping. Please forgive me.” I don’t look at Damon. Something tells
me he isn’t happy that I just interfered, but my human instinct to help took over. I’m completely embarrassed and feel awkward standing in the room as they all try to get back into character… or whatever it is they do. Humiliation overwhelms me until I can’t breathe, making me reach for the door and run until I hit the fresh air outside.

  Expecting him to follow, I’m surprised when it’s Joe I eventually see coming out of the house instead. “Are you alright, ma’am?”

  “I’ll be fine, thank you.”

  “Let me take you home.”

  “No just give me a minute and I’ll be ready to go back in.”

  “Mr. Deverick has asked me to take you home.” My heart sinks with his words. Just like that I’m no longer important enough for him to tell me it’s not going to work out himself. He sends his hired help to do the dirty work… all because I made a mistake and needed some fresh air.

  “Great. Thank you, Joe.” I try not to allow him to see how frustrated I am, but I’m sure it’s written all over my face. I feel foolish for even coming here today and should’ve known better than to think I wanted involved in anything that involved a man that is as infuriating as Damon is.

  I walk in front of Joe, making my way down the trail much faster than I did when we entered. It’s amazing what you can do when you have your eye sight to help. What was I thinking? This is so ridiculous.

  My heart doesn’t know how fast to beat today and this is even more mortifying than what happened in that room. He’s blatant dismissal of me is demeaning and disrespectful. I can’t believe I ever let him get to me like he did.

  The more I think about it all, the madder I get and the more I want to go back and scream my frustrations in his face for turning me upside down like this. Just two days ago, I was loving my hermit life and avoiding any drama in the outside world, my apartment walls were there to protect me from all of this nonsense. And now I’ve been rejected by some pompous asshole who pushed me into all of this even though I told him no more than once.

  “I’m sorry, Joe, I’ll be right back. I left something inside.” I turn around and begin my walk back, planning to storm in and give him a piece of my mind.

  “Miss. Richards, would you like me to come with you?”

  “No, thank you. I’ll be fine.” The path takes too long allowing me to get even more upset as I make my way back. Who does he think he is bringing me into a place like this and then disregarding me when I don’t like something I see.

  I get back to the house and I’m approached by a man before I even get to the door. “It’s locked.”

  “Well unlock it. I need to talk to Damon.”

  “Do you have an appointment?”

  “Yes. Apparently, all day.” He opens the front door, but blocks me from going any further in the house.

  “Let me check with him first. Please wait right here.” He points to Damon’s office and gestures for me to sit in the same chair I sat in earlier. My chest heaves as I anticipate what I’m about to say.

  “Miss Richards, he’ll be here shortly.” I scan the room, trying to calm my nerves with any distraction I can find. The door sliding open behind me has me standing in an instant, all the fury returning in a rush.

  “How dare you just dismiss me like that, just because I care about someone who seemed to be hurting? I won’t ever apologize for trying to help someone. You have no idea how rarely that actually happens.” I seethe my words in his direction while he stands still and allows me to say everything I need to say. “You practically stalked me. Why? To bring me here and mortify me before you just send me off with the hired help. You don’t even have the decency to tell me to get lost yourself. Well, let me save you the trouble, Mr. Deverick. I’m leaving here and I don’t want you to bother me again. Don’t email me and don’t fucking call me.”

  He doesn’t move toward me as I yell at him, his face showing amusement as I express my anger, only pissing me off even more. Jesus, how does he spin me in all directions with a mere change of his expressions.

  “And don’t look at me like that.”

  “Are you finished?”

  “You bet your ass I am.” I turn to leave his office, slamming the door as I go. Joe is waiting at the end of the path, holding the limo open for me. It isn’t until I sit in the backseat that I exhale a much needed breath of air even though I don’t feel any better after that dramatic exit I just made.

  Chapter Nine

  I’m not calmed down at all. Adrenaline being my drug and the reason I’m still not composed. My sister called to check on me; she wasn’t thrilled with the way I sounded, but at least it kept her from asking too many questions. She could tell I had a rough non-date and it wasn’t because I had been ravished in the best ways.

  My phone dings with the sound of an email and I move to grab it quickly. He surely wouldn’t have the nerve to email me after everything that happened this morning.

  It’s a notification from my bank saying I’ve had a large deposit made into my account. I sit up abruptly, opening the app, even though I already know what this asshole has done. The audacity he has shouldn’t surprise me at this point, but one million damn dollars. “No fucking way.”

  I put my hair up in a messy bun and slide on my most comfortable pair of yoga pants and a long t-shirt in a haste, before I grab my keys and leave out the door on a mission. He isn’t going to have a single connection to me and I sure as hell am not going to allow him to have something to hold over my head.

  Dropping the address into my phone, I go directly to the house. The long path tells me I have the right place, and when I get to the front door, it’s open this time. I storm through his office and slide open the door that no doubt goes down the hall where I’m bound to find someone.

  All the doors are open and the rooms are empty as I pass this time, making me feel as though I may be in this huge place alone for a brief second. “Down on your knees,” I hear the deep voice of a man talking sternly and given the fact that I have a million dollars that belongs to Damon, I don’t care who I’m about to barge in on. He needs to be taught boundaries, which is something he’s not exercised since the first time I saw him in the dressing room.

  I turn the corner and slam into a chest, an oomph sound coming from my own as I hit him, not budging him in the slightest. Strong hands brace me as I bounce off his body and my eyes dart around to see who I’ve ran into, finding Damon. Shirtless, dress pants unbuttoned, but still hanging on his hips… fucking sexy as hell… Damon.

  “Camille.”

  “Don’t Camille me.” I shove off of him, trying to ignore the tattoos nearly covering his body as I create a space between us. “Why did you put the money in my account? And how did you get my account number?” He turns, walking slowly toward a woman who’s sitting on a fancy couch. Another man stands over her dressed in a full black suit. Her elegant dress and long pearl necklace catch my attention and confuse me as Damon stands here half naked and not the slightest bit surprised that I’m here.

  The other couple leave the room almost as if they knew that’s what they were supposed to do if I busted in here, I’m sure somehow this is about allowing him to pay full attention to me. Or so he can stare at me and take in every move I make, dissecting me like his little lab project.

  Speaking of attention… yeah, his dick is bulging in his pants as he walks toward me. “I refuse to take your money, because I won’t be working with you. I told you it was a bad idea from the very first time you mentioned it and I still feel the same way.”

  “Enough.” His loud voice startles me, freezing me in my thoughts and leaving me speechless. “This morning didn’t go how I imagined. It’s my fault for throwing you into it without any preparation… as you made clear in your sexy as hell exit. I still feel like you’re the perfect person to help me with the job.”

  “I can’t do all of these things. My mind doesn’t work like this.” I wave my hand around, gesturing to all the furniture in the room. Furniture that I can only imagine h
as its own special sexual purpose… or many purposes if it comes down to it.

  “I don’t expect you to.”

  “Then why did you show all of this to me?”

  “Camille, just as I told you, this will all be a part of the job. Exposing you to this lifestyle is crucial before you make an official decision.” He starts to pace from side to side and my betraying eyes follow his every step. “But as I watched the emotions on your face as you took in each scene, I knew I had chosen the perfect person to work with.”

  “I thought this was about business and you keep looking at me like I’m your next play toy or something. Do you not see a problem here?”

  “No I don’t.” He stands confident as we talk, and I continue to pretend he’s not distracting me with his sexy as fuck body.

  “I can’t differentiate between business and personal with you. It all seems very personal.”

  “It’s very much business, Camille. But there’s nothing wrong with playing a little in the process.” He waves his hand toward the dark wooden bed posts on his bed, my eyes taking in the chains draped down each side.

  “This is what I can’t do.” I match his hand movements attempting to make my point very clear.

  “Have you ever tried? Giving up all control to someone else… I can’t think of anything more liberating than that, can you?”

  “No… I haven’t tried. And I haven’t ever thought of allowing anyone else to control me. I actually tend to do whatever it takes to keep anyone from thinking they have any power over me.”

  “Then how do you know?” His deep voice shifts as if he’s trying to persuade me to give in to him.

  “She was in pain. They were treating her like trash...”

  “She likes it. That’s her trigger. Yours will be different.” He quickly interrupts me with the heat of his hand on my arm.

  “You won’t be finding out. If you still want me to work with you, then start telling me about this project, but I don’t want to hear another word about this… free your mind stuff. I won’t mix business with anything else, especially when it’s this much money. Take it or leave it, that’s my only offer.”