Mr. Darkness Page 9

  Most men aren’t this patient. Which is weird because he seems to be anything but patient with everything else.

  How in the hell can I even consider facing him after what happened last night? “Oh please, the man runs a sex house.” I actually start talking to myself as I turn my phone on and begin to scrounge through my closet in search of something to wear. “I need to go shopping… this is ridiculous.” I slide the bulk of my close toward the front, making more room for me to see what’s deep in the back hiding. After a few hangers, I find a white sundress that’s going to be perfect with the pair of sandals I also grab before I jump in the shower.

  No matter how this conversation will go, I know I want to look much more presentable than I did last night. I learned my lesson big time with that.

  I’m still in the shower when I hear my phone vibrating. Reaching around the curtain, I consider not answering it when I see his number light up my screen, but out of sheer hope he’s simply calling to cancel this entire fiasco, I accept his call.

  “So you’d like to start our training in the shower?” I step to the farthest edge of my shower to avoid the water.

  “No.”

  “I was just reminding you to pack any personal items you may want. You won’t need any clothes; I’ll be providing you with everything you’ll need.” I can only imagine what he’ll have me wearing.

  “We still need to talk.”

  “Would you like me to come up to your apartment?” I consider the alternative… me getting into his limo. His space, where he has the advantage.

  “That would actually work best for me.”

  “I’ll be up shortly.” I disconnect the call, this time not rushing to finish my shower, finding a little bit of peace knowing he’ll be waiting for me at the door. I brush my hair and slip on my robe before I open the door for him, even though I heard him knocking the second I turned the water off.

  “That’s the last time I wait for you. From now on you’re not allowed to lock any doors that will keep me from getting to you.” He walks past me with perfect posture in another dark like he owns the place. “If you want to spend anytime at your house in the next few weeks, I’ll need a key.”

  “Again, you assume that I’m saying yes.”

  “You haven’t said no.”

  “Actually, yes I have… multiple times, but you seem to only hear what you want to hear.” He follows me into my bedroom as I grab the dress and sandals and close the bathroom door to get dressed. I lock the door and he of course tests the knob shortly after I do.

  “Camille. Will you always be this rebellious?”

  I slide the dress over my head and position my boobs just right before I respond. “Possibly. Can you handle that?” Looking in the mirror, I listen for his reply and start to put my makeup on.

  “I guess that’s something we’ll have to work through. You know it would be much easier on both of us if you’d cut all of that out so we could get straight to all the good stuff.”

  “Good stuff, huh.”

  “You have no idea.” I open the door to let some fresh air in, the steam still thick from the shower I just took. He appears in an instant, pulling me against his body before taking my still wet hair into one hand, rubbing it as though he’s mesmerized by it. “You smell amazing.”

  “Thank you, but let’s skip all of this flirting stuff so I can talk to you with an open mind.” He drops my hair, still looking into my eyes when he takes a small step back, allowing space between us.

  “I’ll wait for you in the other room... but if I hear that vibrator again, I’m coming back in.”

  “Oh my God… how embarrassing.” I pretty much want to slam the bathroom door at this point and never come out. He starts laughing as he walks away with that fucking cocky strut of his. Jesus, why is that so sexy.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, it won’t be long and nothing will shame you when you’re around me.” He yells from the other room and I take a long look at myself in the mirror and a real deep breath before I just take the plunge and go talk to him about all of this. If he wants this to be with me, he will have to understand that I’ll have lots of questions.

  “Alright. I get that you want me to do this with you and I’m sure you’ve gathered just how sheltered I’ve been in the kink department prior to this. I’m just not sure what I’m getting in to, if that makes sense. I’m going to need understanding and communication.”

  “You will learn to communicate in many ways, Camille. It won’t be long and I’ll be able to read your exact thoughts just by watching how you move… how you breathe.” His eyes turn dark as he takes my hand and guides me to sit next to him on the couch. “I will understand everything there is to know about you. If you free your mind of any limitations, the possibilities are endless. But… you have to give yourself to the idea of all of this and trust me as your Dom. With trust, everything else will fall in place.”

  I nod, taking in everything he’s saying. “It’s just the filming part that has me nervous. I’m a very private person.”

  “If it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll hide your identity with a mask in all the taped scenes. I’ve already set it up where there won’t be any photographers or staff running the cameras. Everything will be pre-set and you and I will view it before it goes to editing. If you want anything removed… we cut it out. It’s simple Camille. This will be our experience first… we will only share what you want to with the world.”

  “I like the idea of a mask and thank you for allowing me to have so much say in what gets released.” Feeling slightly better about all of it, I finally decide to go for the trial period idea I came up with last night. “Can we do a trial run on it all… maybe at least allow me one time without cameras to see how I do.”

  “The inexperienced part is what we’re wanting to capture. That’s why I can’t have sex with you or do anything more before we begin.”

  “And if I say no to all of this?”

  “Then I have to find someone else to complete the project.” He sits back… so definite in his response that it actually hits me deep inside. I don’t like how I hated hearing his nonchalant answer, but I did ask for it. It is pretentious of me to think he’d only consider doing this with me, even though he’s made me feel like I’m the perfect person for the job.

  I’m sure he could find hundreds of women who would love to be in my exact position right now, while I’m here second guessing myself about what I’m about to say.

  “Let’s go with the mask. When will we begin?”

  “Right now.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  It only took me a few minutes to pack my suitcase and grab what I needed. The limo ride has been quiet, but then again Damon left the partition down so we could both talk to Joe. That may’ve been Damon’s way of making me feel more comfortable with Joe since he’ll now be my driver, which is freaking weird… but it’s part of what Damon wants to happen with all of this.

  He pulls my hand into his lap, slowly circling my palm with his thumb, again making me feel calm and collected even though I have no idea what I’m headed for. We’re parked in front of the cave before long, stepping out into the unknown and not shaking the feeling that my life will never be the same after this. No matter how this goes, I’ll always remember this day and how everything that’s happened with Damon so far brought me to this point, no matter how much I tried to avoid it.

  “You alright?” Damon’s deep voice pulls me from my own thoughts as we make our way up the walkway.

  “I think so. I’m just scared you won’t think I’m the right person once we get started. What if I’m not really cut out for all of this?” He stops us both in our tracks before he turns to me.

  “This isn’t about what you’re cut out for… it’s about me showing you just how much satisfaction you can achieve… physically… mentally… sexually… and even emotionally. It’s about freeing your mind. That’s all. I don’t expect anything from you that you’re not willing to give. It
’s my job to take care of you and make this a great experience for you.” We start walking again, slowly as if he’s trying to say everything before we go inside. “Now stop questioning all of this and trust me.”

  “Okay.”

  “When we go through that door you’ll become my submissive. You will do what I say, when I say. Don’t question me during training. I’ll let you ask questions during a specific time, but for the most part you won’t communicate with words. Your body will tell me what I need to know.” I swallow hard and finally accept that this is about to happen. I just have to have trust… and I do firmly believe he won’t do anything to hurt me and that’s really all I need to be worried about since he told me I could stop any of this at any time.

  He leads me through the hallways and into the large bedroom we were in last night. I step through the door and close my eyes, allowing all of my senses to take in everything I can. The smell… the temperature… the way the dark furniture makes the room feel just as rich as the rest of the rooms felt. He has exquisite taste and I make a mental note to ask him if he owns this place as soon as I’m allowed to ask him.

  “When the cameras are on, I’ll seem different, distant if you will. It’s part of the process and I have to play the part. Don’t take it personal.” He slips a black lace mask over my eyes, turning me so he can secure the silk ties behind my head. He walks in front of me and points a remote in front of a video camera, making the light turn green before he turns to stare at me.

  “Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked.” His loud voice startles me and all of a sudden I feel completely alone when just a few minutes ago I was certain I could try all of this because he’d be with me. Even though he’s here, it doesn’t feel like we’re on the same side. Don’t take it personal, Camille.

  The instant lump in my throat is suffocating while I slip off my sandals, avoiding the inevitable dress removal for only a few mere seconds before I’m forced to pull the straps down my shoulders and let the material fall to the ground. My breasts settle into place, feeling extra heavy while his eyes take me in. I slide my panties down my legs and begin to fold everything while he watches my every move.

  The distance is harsh… making me feel cold even though the room felt warm just moments ago. I turn to face him, sliding my arms over my nipples hoping to shield some of the rawness of the situation. “Put your arms behind your back.” He steps closer, his stare scraping every inch of my skin making me feel completely exposed to his judgement. I do as he says, even though I can’t take a deep breath and calm myself down. I’m trying so hard to stay here and not run out of here with my boobs bouncing all the way back to the limo.

  His slow saunter across the room is my only focus at this point. He removes his jacket, draping it carefully over the edge of the bed all the while watching me as he unbuttons his shirt. I get lost in his tattoos, allowing my mind to imagine why he has each one. The word ‘Unscarred’ across his lower stomach, making me wonder just how scarred someone truly has to be to have that permanently inked onto their body. I fight the urge to want to know more about him, remembering that I’m supposed to keep my distance from him emotionally even though he’s done nothing but intrigue me from the first second I laid eyes on him.

  He pulls a bundle of rope from a drawer in the massive dresser, making my heart skip a beat as memories of the women tied up yesterday flash through my mind. I want to ask him so many questions right now… I think that’s the worst part of all of this, even though standing here nude should be on top of that list. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me that makes me feel more confident about the nakedness.

  “Don’t you ever hide yourself from me again. I want to watch you.” Warmth surrounds me as he approaches, making me more comfortable with the concept of him tying me up. He doesn’t say a word, his eyes reminding me that he’s the boss and I’m supposed to do as he wishes.

  The rope pulls at my skin as he binds my wrists together tightly, wrapping the rope around them many times before he sets the end inside my right hand. “Don’t let go until I tell you to.” He never tied a knot… only wrapped me in it, meaning I’m secure in the binding and can’t move unless he wants me to, but I could technically escape if I choose to at any time.

  Somehow in his attempt to punish me for covering myself, he’s given me a sense of safety… And now I’m justifying being tied up naked by a man I just met a few days ago… oh and it’ll all be recorded so it can be made into a movie.

  Don’t think Cami… stay out of your own head and don’t overthink all of this. There’s no going back now.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Do you have a preference?” I look up from the spot on the floor I’ve been told to stare at unless he addresses me. My knees ache from being on them for the past hour.

  “I can’t imagine me preferring either. I don’t know anything about those.” He’s holding something in each hand, both obviously are used for spanking. I haven’t the slightest idea which would feel worse, but I’m sure I’m about to find out.

  “Stand.” He orders me up to my feet and I follow to a sawhorse looking contraption. “Get on.” He’s so serious and disconnected from emotion right now. It’s making me anxious trying to both figure him out and guess what he’ll do next.

  He guides me on it until I’m bent over straddling it long ways, the cushioned wood running between my legs all the way up through my cleavage. There’s a pad where my cheek goes, but I feel unsteady with my hands still tied behind my back.

  “Do I have a safe word?” He spoke of allowing me to use one earlier, I hope he hasn’t changed his mind now that I’m bent over, with my naked ass in the air.

  “Choose a word.” He replies while softly rubbing each ass cheek as if he’s inspecting his target. I probably should’ve thought about this sooner, because right now nothing clever comes to mind. I’m still thinking when he leans over, speaking next to my ear.

  “Your word is exquisite. We’ll start out with my hand… my least favorite.” Without warning, he lands a solid slap to my ass, then does it four more times before I can even comprehend that it’s happening. I’m shocked and squirming against the furniture, trying to stay steady and not fall to the side. My legs are just short enough that I can barely reach the floor, making me flex my body to stay in position.

  “This is a strap.” A quick swatch to my ass has me back to focusing on the pain, noticing the tingle of sensations across my skin only making me even more aware of his every move. “A paddle.” This one is harder… more concentrated in discomfort and not as pleasant as the others.

  “This is a flogger.” The sting of tiny pieces of leather light up my already sensitive ass cheek, causing me to flinch. “And this is a crop.” A single bite to my left side this time makes me squeal, even though I tried so hard to hold it in.

  “Flogger.” I respond through deep breaths as a tear falls out of the side of my eye… not from pain, but from the overwhelming mass of emotions I’m going through.

  “I’ll throw the flogger in the trash then.” What? Why would he ask me then? “Do you want to feel the rest of them now or later?” He slides a hand between my legs, surprising me before I have a chance to answer. I don’t respond right away and it obviously irritates him. “Answer me.” He yells, startling me in the otherwise silent room.

  “I don’t know what to say.” I sound pathetic… like a sobbing mess. I don’t know whether to cry out from the pain or wiggle a little and hope for some relief because for some reason I’m completely turned on.

  “Well we can start by you addressing me properly.” This is where that Sir crap is supposed to come in. I hold my tongue refusing to respond how I truly want to. I don’t think this is the time for my smart-ass mouth. I’m not exactly wanting to feel what other spanking tools he has… because off the top of my head I can imagine he has a whip in that dresser of his.

  “Yes, Sir.” I hope he finds my obedience pleasing and spares me any further torture… even th
ough I’m not sure it’s all truly torturous. I think the unknown is what’s fucking with my mind. I have no idea what’s coming next and with him behind me I can’t see anything he’s doing.

  He wanted trust… well I can’t think of a better way to prove to him that he has it. I’m literally at his beck and call and he could do anything he wants to me right now… and there’s not much I could do to stop him. Trusting that a single word would seize everything is all I have, so I’ll hang on to that.

  “Your ass is a perfect pink, but for show I’m going to need it red. Remember to use your safe word if you can’t handle this.” I slam my eyes closed at the sound of him ripping his belt from around his waist. He lands across my lower back on the first swing, lowering with each swat until the heat from the leather is almost too much. I move just slightly, lifting my hips attempting to shift the pain, but instead giving him better access to between my legs.

  He slaps my clit, causing me to scream out and my fucked-up mind to silently wish for him to do it again. He does, but it only takes me higher and my release to fly to another height and even further out of reach. I’m gripping the end of the rope in my hand so tight my fingers begin to numb.

  The belt comes down again, coming around to hit me even harder. Fuck. I grit my teeth to keep from yelling out while he torments me with a few more hits. I’m so close… literally writhing to chase it when he stops completely.

  The sound of the belt snapping in front of my face makes me open my eyes. He’s squatting, looking into my eyes while I’m almost positive there’s drool slipping out of the corner of my mouth.

  “We have a dinner date. We can’t be late.” I want to start asking questions, but if I’ve learned anything today… it’s to listen to him carefully and he specifically told me not to ask any until later. He helps me to stand, adjusting my mask for me, but not untying my wrists.