Tears of Tess (50 page)

Fuck,
I could barely stand my cock ached so hard.

“No.
I have another idea.”

She
sucked in a breath, pulse strumming in her wrist where I held.  

Rational
thoughts smashed the horny beast to the side. I panicked. How the hell would
this happen? How could I hurt her and then…not? Would the insane urge to beat
the shit out of her ever leave?
I’ll constantly have to watch what I do, how
hard I do it.
I could never resort to being my father. Never.

I
spun her, trapping her against my chest, rubbing my cock on her belly. “Your
skin is too flawless. I want to scar it.” I squeezed my eyes closed. I sounded
like a sick fuck, but shit, the thought of marking her permanently did insane
things to me.

She
wiggled, thrusting hips against my thigh, riding me, deliberately driving me
crazy. So brave, so stupidly brave. “You’ve already scarred me. You just can’t
see it.”

I
sucked in a breath. Images of her soul ripped to shreds because of what I did
made me flinch. 

Forcing
the thoughts away, I grunted, “Just so we’re clear, I’m your master and you’re
mine… you’re
esclave
. I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to fuck you, and
when we’re done, I’ll try to give you what you want. I’ll try and talk, or chat,
or whatever you want me to do.” I sighed heavily, tensing as blackness claimed
me. “But I can’t promise I’ll be able to.” Trying to be semi-human, I demanded,
“Do you still want to do this? Knowing I might not be able to do anything but
take and take. Until you can’t give anymore? Until I wring you dry?”

She
nodded, biting her lip, face tight with need. “
Oui, maître
.” Grey-blue
eyes hot, full of sex and yearning. She bowed her head, blonde curls hid her
face; a dominant thrill shot through my body.

The
freedom she granted—to allow my darkness to mix with hers—was indescribable. I
wanted to crush her to death in an embrace, and never let go. I wanted to fuck
her so hard she broke in my arms. I wanted to kiss her brow and nurse her back
to health once I hurt her. I wanted so many things. So many things I never
thought I could have.

I
couldn’t stop staring. She arched up, pressing soft, breakable lips against
mine. “
Maître,
punish me. I deserve to be punished for fucking another
man while I was away from you.”

What.
The. Fuck?

My
body slammed to a halt. My world spun with brimstone and hell. I wrapped
fingers around her throat. “You
dare
admit that? Are you suicidal?” I squeezed
until true fear popped into her eyes, and it fed me. Shit, it fed me. The fear,
the fragility. A delicate bird I could wipe from existence so easily.

Horror
tempered my rage; I forced my fingers to relax.
Get a grip!

“Not
suicidal, but close if you don’t touch me. I’m on a knife edge needing you, Q.”

Hearing
my name on her lips ignited the fuse I tried so hard to stop from exploding. I
was done holding back. No more talking.

Grabbing
her hair, I dragged her to the crystal bar in front of the pool table. I wasn’t
in the mood for games. I was in the mood for alcohol and getting wet.

I
pressed her over the bar, revelling in her moans, her cries, her sexy pants. “You’ll
be sorry you said that,
esclave
. You want to see how dark I’ll go? Well,
you can’t. Not until you prove your promise. Not until I trust you’re strong
enough.”

I
wrapped my fingers around the base of her skull, placing her cheek against the
cold granite countertop.

She
writhed, pressing her ass hard against me. Goddammit, this woman.

“Does
it make you jealous? Do you want to wipe away the memory of him with your cock?
Because I want you to. I need you to. Q… please…Q.”

Holy
shit, who was this little animal? Did I create her, or was she always this
twisted? My skin sparked with tingles. Emotions I never experienced before
exploded. Happiness. True, unbridled happiness.

I
shook her for good measure. “I’m so fucking jealous of that boy. I was jealous
of Franco flying with you back to Australia. I was jealous of Suzette for earning
your friendship. I was even jealous of myself when I fucked you. Fuck, yes, I’m
jealous.
Insanely
jealous.”

Her
mouth twitched. “Good. I’m happy.”

Shaking
my head, I grabbed the back of her grey dress—the same dress I bought her—and
ripped it down the back. She trembled as the loud snarl of fabric echoed. Once
it was destroyed, I splayed it open, exposing her back, ass, and thighs.

My
palm twitched, and I couldn’t stop it. I spanked her. Hard. Probably too hard,
but she cried in such pleasure, my cock jerked and I almost came.

Instantly,
her white flesh bloomed red with a hand print. I groaned, caressing her,
wanting more, always craving more.

When
I froze, trembling with the urge to go too far, Tess looked over her shoulder.
“One smack? That’s all you feel I deserve?”

I
literally couldn’t take it. I hit her. So. Damn. Hard. My palm fired and stung.
Tears sprang to her eyes, and I ground my cock against her ass, throbbing with
unshed come.

Needing
to give my hands something to do, I opened the mini-bar below and pulled out a
vintage bottle of icy champagne.

Ripping
off the gold foil and popping the cork, I shuddered with so much pent up need,
I couldn’t think straight.

Tess
watched, tears glittering on her cheeks and eyelashes. Her face pressed obediently
against the counter, not saying a word.

Once
the sharp tang of alcohol filled the space, I gave her a tight smile, then upended
the expensive champagne all over her back, drenching her hair, making her
shiver with bubbles and chill.

Tess
moaned, writhing, hips bucking for mine. I growled, swigging the last dregs as
I thrust against her red slapped ass. Grinding, rocking, I wanted to do so much
to her, but my need to come took all control out of my hands.

She
wants to see how dark I’ll go
. We had a future to
look forward to, full of sin and debauchery. I would teach her the meaning of
blackness, initiate her into my world.

A
thrill shot up my legs and into my belly. A future. Together.

My
mind raced, unable to stay on one concise thought. She gave me everything so willingly,
on a platter of sex, ready for the taking. In return, I owed retribution from
her kidnappers. I wanted to lay corpses at her feet and prove I may be a
monster but I was
her
monster.

A
beast who would turn savage on those who wronged her.

Ducking
down, I tore the white G-string off with my teeth, dragging an eager tongue up
the side of her back, lapping over ribs.

Her
ribs were virgin, no tattoos, unlike mine. It’d taken four years to get it
exactly right, adding more and more birds as I saved more and more slaves.

The
fact Tess inked herself with a bird told me how deep she already went. How much
she wanted me.
All of me
.

The
taste of her and champagne fogged my brain. I needed more.

Slamming
to my knees, I grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs with force. She slipped,
hands gripping the countertop. “Q… God, yes.”

Her
voice vibrated through me, sending lust into overdrive. I stood back up,
yanking my tie off in one swipe. Her eyes widened. “No, don’t gag me. I’ll be
quiet.”

I
cocked my head, glaring. “
Esclave, obéi
.” Obey. She closed her eyes,
parting lips slightly, allowing the material to bind her. With the two ends behind
her head, it felt like reins. Controlling her completely, ready to be ridden
into a frenzy.

Tying
the ends quickly, I resumed my position between her legs. Her exposed cunt
above dripped with wetness and champagne. It was the most delicious sight I’d
ever seen.

Groaning,
I licked the bubbles, tracing them up her inner thighs.

She
bucked, spreading her legs even more.

Fuck,
she tasted amazing. Soft and smoky and hinting at orchids and frost.

When
I flicked a tongue over her clit, she spasmed, moaning, tears oozing. I dug
fingers into her thighs, keeping her steady. My cock ached in the confines of
my pants. I wanted to shove it inside her.

But
first, I wanted to lick and drown in her taste. Without warning, I spurred my
tongue into her slit. She screamed, muffled by the gag, inspiring me to lick
harder. The sharp tang of champagne drowned in her powdery sweetness. Nectar
just for me. A mind-blazing aphrodisiac.

I
wanted to bite, to brand, to rape.

I
lost track of time as I worshipped her pink flesh. Who needed time when
everything I needed was right here. I never wanted to eat again unless it
tasted like Tess.

But
my cock wept with pre-cum, throbbing with urgency to replace my tongue and
fuck. Games would have to come another day. When I wasn’t about to spurt like a
fucking school boy.

I
stood, breathing hard, wiping Tess’s juice from my chin. Fumbling with my belt,
my eyes widened as violence took me over. I yanked the leather from the loops,
weighing it in my hands.

With
lust-heavy eyes, Tess looked over her shoulder. Her lips were split and
grimaced thanks to the gag, cheeks ruddy red with passion.

I
folded the belt in half, palming the metal buckle. I slapped my palm, wincing
at the sting, loving how she panted harder.  

I
cocked my eyebrow. “Is this punishment enough for fucking another?”

For
a moment, she paused. I expected a no. A whimper, a plea to run. Instead, with
a sharp blue glint in her eye, she shook her head coyly. She cocked her jaw,
body language asking me to remove the gag.

I
didn’t want to, but obliged.

After
I untied it, she sucked in a breath as I lay the drenched tie on the counter.
For a millisecond, she didn’t speak, intoxicating me with her pants. Then that
sexy, dangerous glint appeared again. She snapped, “Don’t fucking think about
whipping me, you monster. I told you, I don’t want this. Let me go.”

Oh.
My. Fucking. God. Denial. Rape. Anger. Delicious delirium.

My
eyes snapped closed and the beast raged to life. “Fuck
, esclave
. I told
you not to tempt me.”

My
hands curled around the leather, snapping it tight. This perfect woman was
about to get the whipping of her life. Then I’d fuck her. Hard.

She
let me do unthinkable things to her. She gave me everything I needed and more. She
fed both the man and beast and she would never be free again. She was in my
cage and I would never open the door. She was the key. The key to my happiness.

Patting
her ass, I raised my hand. The moment of anticipation had us both shivering out
of control.

I
struck.

The
belt whistled through air, connecting with her champagne-damp skin with a loud
smack.

She
moaned and bit her lip, squeezing eyes tight.

My
hips jerked on their own accord, fucking air as I struck again and again. Never
in the same place twice, I decorated her ass with stripes of red. I couldn’t
get enough oxygen; my chest rose and fell with every pummel.

I
lost control and hit too hard, a small trickle of blood welled. She yelped,
moving her ass away, but I held her still. “I’m not done with you yet, Tess.
Ten strikes for running. Ten strikes for leaving. And ten strikes for coming
back to the monster’s den when he willingly set you free.” I hardly recognised
my own voice, it was so thick with need.

“Too
many. I can’t do that many.” Tears dripped and her entire face was grief-stricken.

“You’re
the one who wanted dark. I’ll give you dark.”

And
I did.

Thirty
pieces of dark.

Thirty
strikes of delicious temptation that made my life seem cosmically bright
compared to the black I lived in.  

Tess
screamed and sobbed, but beneath it all was an undercurrent of sexual need. Her
wetness trickled down her thigh, thicker, creamier than the champagne. She may
hate it, but she loved it.

Once
the last kiss smacked her perfect ass, I dropped the belt and in the same
second,  undid my fly, pushed my pants down, and pulled out my throbbing cock.
“Spread,” I ordered, pushing her lower back, bending her to my will.  

She
obeyed, whimpering as my cashmere blazer rubbed against sore skin.

Then
she wasn’t crying anymore.

I
plunged so deep, so fast, her feet left the floor and she slid on the champagne
wet counter. “Oh fuck, yes,” I grunted.

Her
back arched as a delighted scream erupted from her. I wrapped an arm around naked
breasts, holding her upright. My hips dug into hers, trying to possess every
inch. My cock was hungry, desperate, already rippling with the urge to fill.  

She’s
so tight, so wet.