Mr. Darkness Page 7

  “I watched you as you witnessed the scenes in each room.” He steps closer toward me as he continues to talk. “You were fascinated with the ropes… and seemed to focus on the submissive character in all scenarios.” He moves a strand of loose hair off my cheek, sliding his finger over my skin as he does. “This tells me you’d prefer to be led in sexual encounters.”

  “You don’t get to spend an hour with me and assume you know what I like.”

  “It’s my job to pick up on these things.” I step backwards as he approaches until my back is against the wall. “I knew you’d be perfect for me the first second I laid my eyes on you. The way curiosity was eating at you to look at me, but you kept walking… I could tell you could feel my presence by the way you held your breath.” He leans in on my face, sliding my arms over my head and pressing them into the wall as he speaks. “Then you opened your feisty mouth… and I knew I had to spend time with you.” What this man does to me is unlike anything I’ve ever dealt with and I think that’s my problem. I don’t know how to respond to him. He’s powerful even when he stands completely still, not saying a word… but when he touches me it’s as if everything before that very moment was miniscule in comparison.

  I work hard to respond to him, swallowing before I say a word. “I’m not the girl you think I am.”

  “I’m not talking about the girl you’ve allowed yourself to be… I want the sexy seductress you’re destined to become. She’s there, let me show you.” He kisses my lips, refusing me the chance to say another word and sending a spark through my body at the same time. His tongue is aggressive and relentless in proving a point to keep me quiet and make me fall to his every command—both those silent and voiced loud and clear.

  “Come with me.” He pulls away from the kiss and I instantly regret wearing these yoga pants to barge in here.

  I look down and begin to nod no. “I need to just go back and think about some stuff. Maybe you can call me tomorrow and we can talk about all of this.”

  “Oh… I’ll call you tomorrow, but come with me first.” He takes my hand, slowly leading me to that fancy couch before he slides a white button up shirt over his shoulders. I get lost in a trance as I watch him move, his muscles flexing under the material. The way he buttons his cuffs, sets him back into the almost perfectly disciplined professional he’s been every other time I’ve seen him. A complete contradiction to the reckless, inked man standing in front of me just a few seconds ago.

  After his suit jacket and tie are perfect, he leads me toward a door on the far wall with his hand on the lower part of my back. I take a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for what he’s going to show me, but with our track record, I’m not sure that’s possible. This man terrifies me, yet somehow… some fucked up part of my mind is dying to know what makes him tick.

  With a tight grip on my hand, he pulls me into a room filled with men in dark suits. The room is dim and after a quick scan, I find that the only other female in the room is the one I just saw a few minutes ago. You know… the one in the gorgeous dress, much different than my gym outfit.

  “Jesus, Damon everyone is in dressed in suits and formal attire. I can’t be in here.”

  He quickly turns, pressing me against the door just as it closes. The sound of the room quiets as he towers over me, hiding me from the view of everyone in the room besides himself. “Maybe next time you’ll wear what I tell you to.” His breath hits my face and I swallow hard with the intensity in his voice.

  “I did.” His fingers slide down my right arm while his other arm rests on the door beside my head.

  “I never told you to take it off.”

  “Since when do I need permission to change my clothes?”

  “Since you met me.” The determination in his voice should have me running from this room like I’m being chased, but it’s the damn confidence that I find myself respecting… and what can I say, the way he’s staring at me isn’t like I’ve ever been looked at before. He doesn’t care that he’s in a room full of men… who as far as I know could all be big wig business men in the movie industry. No, he doesn’t have any regard to there being an audience watching our every move as he slips his hand behind my ass and pulls me into his hips, allowing his bulge to press into my waist.

  I swallow hard as I watch his lips move. “You’ll learn to listen to what I tell you… or maybe you’ll enjoy the consequences when you disobey.” He slides his hand behind my neck, pulling my face closer to his while his thumb heats up my cheek as it brushes my already sensitive skin.

  “Consequences?”

  “Yes.” He whispers over my lips just before he kisses me once again. I don’t hear a single noise in the background with him this close. His initial nibble on my lip and slow tongue movements has me opening to him until we’re both tangled and lost in each other. For a brief second I forget about our audience and let my hands run over his ass… which is very firm by the way, only making me wish I could spend more time exploring him without all the extra crazy he seems to bring.

  “Let’s continue this later. I don’t want any of these fuckers seeing your face when I fuck you for the first time.” His words spread over my skin like wild fire. Fuck me? Here in this room with all of these people watching? Not on his damn life.

  Chapter Ten

  “Don’t talk to anyone unless I introduce you to them personally. They’ll all try to test you since you’re with me, but don’t play into their games.” He’s still whispering and pressing his body against mine, pinning me against the door we came through and turning me on more than I’d ever admit to him.

  “Oh… okay.” I stutter my response as I try to imagine what he’s talking about, not sure exactly what I’ve gotten myself into this time, but since it’s with Damon… it’s bound to be a fucking mess.

  He slides his hand into mine and then turns on his heels to walk us both to the middle of the room where only the couple from the room earlier stand. Everyone else is standing against the walls as if they’re just here to watch. I notice a few of them wearing masks, but all of them have on dark suits, similar to what Damon is wearing. Perfectly fit to their bodies as if they’ve all bought them from the same fashion designer and had a tailor alter them all to perfection.

  The room feels rich, only making me more aware how under-dressed I am amongst all the well-dressed men and the single most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in person lately. Of course, that really doesn’t say much since I don’t get out much.

  “Damon, thank you again for this.” I watch the woman wink at me as she kisses Damon on the cheek in her quick greeting as we approach. The man with her shakes Damon’s hand, not looking in my direction at all. I listen as the three of them converse quietly as if no one else is in the room. Damon doesn’t introduce me, so I don’t move a muscle, allowing his thumb to rub a small circle against my palm as if he’s doing it to stay connected and calm me.

  This is so far from anything I’d ever willingly attend. The stuffiness is suffocating and I’m not sure his group of friends and the events he’ll require of me are something I can agree to… even if I’m dressed appropriately for the next one.

  A young man dressed in only black pants approaches us with a tray of champagne glasses. I watch as the three of them reach for one and notice I’m ignored yet again by the young guy, so I move forward and grab a glass on my own. The young man’s face freezes and his eyes barely brush over my hand before he looks down at the tray and turns quickly to retreat away from us.

  I notice Damon’s quick glance in my direction and feel the short tug on my hand pulling me closer to his side. I can tell I’ve overstepped some sort of boundary again, but if he doesn’t tell me what he expects, how am I supposed to know what he wants. It seems to me like he needs to learn how to communicate.

  I allow myself to scope the room once again, realizing all eyes are on me. I’m sure everyone is wondering why I’m dressed like I’ve been to yoga class, but what they don’t know is… this is how I
dress every day. What can I say? I like to be comfortable… not that I feel that way now by any means.

  “Shall we begin?” Damon pulls me out of my self-analytical state and quickly reminds me that I have no idea what’s happening here.

  I take a small sip of my champagne and watch him turn from the others until we’re face to face, standing over me as I tip my glass back for another drink. “Stand against the wall over there.” He points behind me before he continues. “I won’t be long… and whatever you do, don’t interrupt this ceremony. Just observe and we’ll talk about everything later.”

  I walk awkwardly until I’m in the only bare spot against any of the walls. The man to my left made eyes with me, but the guy on the other side is acting like I have the plague or something. I’m guessing me being with Mr. Darkness has something to do with that. He seems to have a recognizable and respected status here in this house.

  “Thank you all for coming to this very special occasion.” Damon’s voice carries throughout the entire room as the couple begin to take their positions… her on her knees, with her head lowered and the man standing directly in front of her. “Today we will witness Craig and Jessica’s bond become even stronger as she receives a gift proving his devotion and the confirmation of their commitment as they’ve each laid out privately will now not only be felt between the two of them, but will be obvious to anyone they encounter. Please give the room to these two as you have been asked here today to stand as witnesses as they make their promises to each other.” Damon steps back a few feet as the attention switches to the couple in the center of the room.

  Craig stands proudly over her, sliding his hand under her chin until she looks up. I can see her back and his face from where I stand and I wish like hell I could see her eyes as she watches him. His emotionless face doesn’t shift, but the slow movement he makes as he touches her says everything.

  He gently unwraps the long strand of beads from her neck, dropping them at his feet and exposing her flawless skin for everyone to see. She shifts her head toward his touch as he circles her, brushing a single finger over her naked back. Her dress is cut as low as the one I was wearing earlier, and I catch myself wanting to squirm as I watch a simple trace of his finger. I can almost feel it across my own back as I become enthralled with what will happen next.

  She hands him a small black box once his circle is complete. He pulls the silver ribbon, releasing the tie and removing the lid to reveal a pair of handcuffs. They sparkle like they’re made of real diamonds and have me instantly wondering how much they cost. A small smirk spreads over his lips just as she bows her head before him and slides her wrists behind her back. He takes the few steps it takes to reach her wrists and I miss seeing him latch them in place as he blocks the view.

  He resumes his place in front of her… her attention seems to never falter from him. It’s obvious he has her mind, body and soul wrapped up so tight he could convince her to do anything.

  I wonder if her eyes are even open at this point, but can’t tell from my view. He reaches deep into his pocket and pulls out a necklace, sliding it under her so that he can latch it at the back of her neck. It fits snug allowing itself to be worn higher on her neck and to be seen no matter what she’ll wear.

  He picks her up from the floor, cradling her in his arms as he turns to let everyone see. It’s as if he’s staking his claim right here for all the world to see… or at least the people of this club.

  He sets her on her feet and the men instantly part, allowing him access to a set of restraints on the wall not that far from me. This time I have a side view of them both as I find myself eager to see what they’re about to do.

  Returning to the small box at the center of the room, Craig pulls out the key to her handcuffs and retrieves the long strand of beads. I watch as their attention is locked into each other as he removes a single cuff, allowing the other to dangle from her arm. She simply latches it on the same wrist, now resembling a set of bracelets instead of cuffs.

  Teasingly slow, he slides the zipper down her ass letting the material to fall at her feet and leaving her completely naked. Her nipples are tight and hard as she allows the room to watch him do all of this to her. I envy her confidence. I wish I had it in me to be this open with sex, but I’ve never had a connection of this magnitude.

  He drapes the beads through a hook on each side, just above her head. With a few wraps on each wrist, the delicate beads become her snug restraint. The entire room knowing if she moves in the slightest, they will all scatter to the floor, I’m sure only proving her betrayal of some sort.

  It’s a power game. I can feel it in the air as he walks around her. She’s giving him the most valuable gift she could give and he’s strutting around to accept it. Control. He has every bit of it and we all know it.

  Her arms are splayed out above her head, her chest heaves with anticipation as we all wait for his next move.

  The simple slide of his zipper forces me to inhale just as deeply as she does. She wants him. She wants us to watch them together and that to me is the most intriguing part of all of this.

  He lifts her legs around his waist and I find myself watching the tension on the beads. She must know they’re getting tight because just as he rotates his hips to enter her, she loops a single finger through each hook.

  She leans her head against the wall, eyes closed and pure ecstasy spread over her entire face. He thrusts into her harder, slamming her into the wall and pulling a tiny moan from her lips. He kisses her as he continues to send her to new heights, before gripping her neck and plunging deep and stilling inside her.

  I look over at Damon, but quickly look away. The heat I could feel from his stare was too raw mixed with what’s going on in this room.

  I swallow hard, trying to breathe around the loud thumping in my chest. The room doesn’t move. We’re all voyeurs getting our fix from the couple destined to give it to us.

  Chapter Eleven

  I’m completely tormented by what I just witnessed. How can something so taboo be that beautiful? She seemed extremely at peace and happy with the ceremony, so I know she wasn’t being forced into it, but I couldn’t help but feel how society would consider all of it wrong.

  I’m not sure what kind of fucked up world I’ve teleported to, but it seems to get more complicated as I spend more time with Damon. I think he’s aware of what he does to me and that’s making it worse. How has he managed to break through my anti-social walls and pull me out of my house so many times in such a short time span? He’s just so fucking intriguing and I can’t lie, he’s sexy as hell in this room… even though there are at least forty other men, he’s the one I can feel. The one I have to force myself not to look at just to prevent the temptations he causes to surface with a simple smile from his face.

  I’m so turned on watching this. The wind could blow against my body and I think I’d blow. Another glance at Damon gives me away. I can feel the heat on my face, which means he can probably sense it. I make myself scan the room to see how everyone else is effected and that doesn’t help. A room full of men just as horny as I am isn’t going to make this all more comfortable.

  The couple moan and groan until finally she screams through an orgasm as they squirm together against that wall. She never lets the strand of beads break and that somehow makes me feel like she passed the test somehow… not that I know for sure what that’s what this was or anything.

  The men in suits begin to leave the room, each of them nodding to the couple as they leave in some strange cult like way. I try to let that deter me from the way the rest of the ceremony made me feel. In truth, it was unlike anything I’ve ever imagined. Two people so caught up in each other that they’re not tuned in to anyone else… or was it two people wanting to show off in a room full of voyeurs? Either way… what I just witnessed will forever be a memory that I won’t forget.

  A group of men stop to say a few words to Damon before he looks to find me again. He slides his hands into his pock
ets just before he moves to approach me. The giant bulge in his pants proves he was also effected by what we all just witnessed. Apparently, he swells to the right… because I take notice of it immediately and he definitely catches me looking. Damnit.

  “Camille come with me.” Damon sounds rushed and his actions only prove that when he grabs me by the hand and leads me out of the room. We continue down a long hall and around a few corners until he’s unlocking another door.

  My mind is in chaos as I fight the urges to both run from him or let him teach me to be as confident as what I just witnessed, since self-assured women seem to be his forte’.

  He closes the door behind us before he slips behind a drink bar and pours us both a drink. “How do you like your whiskey?”

  “What?”

  “I need a drink after watching you in there. Would you like me to pour you one as well?” He downs a small glass of whatever he just poured before he adds another inch of liquid to his glass again.

  “No thank you. I’m driving.”

  “I can have Joe drive you home if you’d like.” He slides the jacket off his shoulder before he begins to unbutton his dress shirt. His ink covered hands have my attention as he pushes each button through the opening, revealing more of his chest with each one. I’m so focused on watching him move that I miss his question.

  “Camille?”

  “Uhh. Sorry, what did you say?”

  “I asked you if you’re ready to talk about this job offer now.” Job? He wants to talk about a job after what we just stood through. What about fucking first and then we can talk business?

  I turn to hide my look of disappointment as I respond. “Now seems like a great time.” This must be his bedroom. The room is much larger than any of the others I’ve seen. There’s more wooden furniture in here and a giant bed takes up an entire wall. I’d say it’s at least two king sized beds joined together as one. I’m not sure why someone would want a bed that large, but I can only imagine it’s so he can have more people in it.