Billionaire Romance: Darque Shadows (A Darque Billionaire Romance Book 3) (2 page)

Just as she started reaching her edge point, he decided to walk over and grab her head, shoving her face to his stomach, making her breathe in his musk. He let her feel his strong hands sifting through her hair.

“Ungh!” she groaned, her pelvis spasming and shifting up and down on the chair. She sighed deeply, trying to stifle her voice as much as possible, so as not to cause a scene. Then as she stared at Bastien’s calm and determined face, a peace came over her. Even if they knew what she was doing, no one could stop what was coming. She was his toy and he could play with her anywhere he chose.

              He waited until she stopped purring and then let go of her head, taking one last whisk of her hair as he left the room.

              “Get back to work.”

              All Bella could do was laugh. Of all the great things to achieve in the world, of all the nearly impossible tasks she imagined doing by before the age of twenty-five…interning as a sex slave was not high on her priorities.

              At least she was getting good marks so far…she thought, as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the marks on her backside still very much healing.

*****

Bastien admired the red markings on Bella’s buttocks like he would an oil painting. Spank marks were like tattoos, or proof of ownership. Like branding a woman that belonged to him.

“Looks like the marks are too fresh to do it again.”

“Oh, but I’m really horny,” Bella whispered to her boss, still on the clock, playing along with the fantasy. “We’ll have to do other things…I’m sure you can think of other ways to make it sting.”

Bastien looked into space then back into her eyes with a bright idea. “Yes. I want you to come by my house later tonight. I will tell you what to wear.”

“Ohh that sounds good. But…I can’t really do it today. I have to meet my mother for dinner.”

He stared, uncomfortable at the idea.

“You don’t have to come along. Unless…you want to. Um, but maybe that’s not a good idea.”

“Your mother? Just cancel it.”

“We can reschedule, I promise.”

“No, I mean cancel the appointment with your mother. Come to my house.”

“But…I can’t do that.”

“I just told you to.”

“I know…and I can’t do that. I’ve been telling mom we’re going to try this new Chinese restaurant for the last two weeks.”

“And I’m sure you’re going to have plenty of time to spend with mother on your own time. This is my time. You’re coming with me.”

“No, no, I’m not,” she said, finally getting angry. “I respect my commitments. You should appreciate that. I would never cancel an appointment on you.”

“Yes you would, you’re doing it right now,” he said with his eyes squinting.

“No, you made a spontaneous request. That’s the opposite of an appointment. I mean, Jesus, Bastien. What kind of a world…what kind of a company would you have if you did everything spontaneously?”

Bastien fumed and shook off his rage. “You’re coming to dinner with me. That’s an order.”

“An order as my boss?”

“
Yes,
” he roared back. “Are you defying an order?”

“I’m going to see my mother. That’s all you need to know, Mister Darque.”

Bella left his office in a huff, and for once, she felt as if she gained back some of the power, some of the dignity, she lost over the past week.

To her surprise, he didn’t pout and send a termination email. But his latest business request was a bit unusual.

Bella:

Call this number: 555-0933. Tell the operator you want options 2, 3, 5, and 6. Eight PM, schedule a meeting. Thanks,

-B. Darque

She dialed the number promptly, figuring it was a last minute client meeting or another business opportunity, maybe part of the internship learning program, which frankly had been scarce besides all the spankings.

              “Diamond Escorts. Do you know the name of the woman you’re booking or do you want a selection form?”

              Bella’s mouth dropped open. “Uhhh…form, I guess.”

              “Okay, please indicate your answer to the next four questions. Number one do you want a Latina woman, white woman, black woman or European woman.”

              “Two…”

“Okay do you prefer skinny, fit…”

“Three.”

“Okay buxom. And do you prefer blond hair, red hair…”

“Five.”

“Black hair. Okay and…”

“Six.”

“Wow! You know what you want!”

“And the name on the account?”

Bella slammed down phone, even if it was a cordless phone that didn’t have the same slamming power as old timey phones.

She didn’t even stop by his office to swear. Another
fucking shadow
, was all she thought, figuring it was like dating Bradley and his passive aggressive insanity all over again. She wasn’t about to endure that drama a second time. Not even for a decent salary. Because in case people hadn’t noticed yet, nobody was actually getting ‘rich’ off the rich man Darque.

The Chinese food was good but not great. What mattered is that she was able to clear the air with Ms. Stone, Merva, once and for all. At least about mistake number one.

“I wish you had told me Bradley was so awful to you,” Merva said wistfully. “I only liked him so much because I thought he was nice.”

“Yeah, I know. I guess I thought he was nice, too. I always have a way of…seeing the best in people and not taking them at face value.”

“Is that really a bad trait?”

“I don’t know.”

“You just have to find a man who loves your type, darling. You do have those thunder thighs, but a lot of men like that nowadays.”

“Thanks, mom, I’ll remember that when I’m trying to stay positive.”

Just as Bella was ready to call it quits for the night, a waiter tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

“Yes?”

“Hi. You have a request. A gentleman wants to see you.”

She looked at the front of the restaurant and saw Bastien, standing still and looking perturbed.

“Oh, what the hell…”

She walked up to him, already anticipating this couldn’t be a good thing.

“Are you trying to stalk me, Bastien?”

“No, Arabella. I was just disappointed that you didn’t finish your assigned task.”

“The escort?
Really?
”

“I asked you to do something and you didn’t do it. That’s defying a work order.”

“That’s not anything to do with business.”

“It was, actually. I was requesting a specific escort from my past to talk about one of my alibis for an upcoming investigation. How about that?”

“You’re lying.”

“I have no reason to lie, Arabella.”

“Why are you really here? Just to gloat? For harassment? What?”

He stared into her eyes, unable to communicate what he was really thinking.

“Because. I want you to come out to the car with me right now. I want you to pull your panties down and expose yourself to me.”

“Why?”

“Because I just said so, that’s why. Maybe I’ll give you the punishment you deserve.” He looked at her in warning. “Don’t ever think that you have any power in this contract, Arabella. This is not a romantic relationship. This is a contract for sex. You want to go places? You want to have your dream career? Then deliver. I’ll meet you outside.”

He didn’t leave her much choice since he left the restaurant in a hurry. He sat outside in the red sports car, taking his time and waiting for Bella to come and cater to him. He was getting hard at just the idea of forcing Bella to strip down in public. Maybe he would take her right there in the car. Or maybe he would spank her again for her disrespect.

He heard her footsteps approaching. He began stroking his penis as he waited for her to open the door and get in.

To his shock, Bella brought her mother out to meet him. She opened the door and let her mother get in the backseat.

“Hello, handsome! Bella just told me the secret. You’re her new boyfriend!”

Bastien opened his eyes wide in panic. “Ohhhhh?”

Bella scooted into the backseat after Merva and grinned, playing a mind game right back at her ‘captor’ who insisted on making this a non-relationship.

“So why have you been keeping this a secret?”

“Keeping…what?”

“I don’t bite,” Merva said. “At least not very hard!”

Bella laughed it off. Bastien was forced to laugh and play it cool, almost in that same awkward way that he joked with TV journalists on television. He had no evil side, not with the press anyway. He had to be affable on camera. And to be dragged into a car with one of his slaves and her mother…yeah, the closest thing imaginable had to be a TV interview.

“I…I know,” Darque said, flinching in front of Merva. “It is very…strange.”

“So how did you two meet?”

“Uhh…”

“You look familiar,” Merva said. “Have you ever been to Delta Bingo?”

“What?” he asked, quite horrified. “What-What is that?”

“Well, it’s a place where people play bingo. I could have sworn I saw you.”

“No…no, I definitely have never set foot in that place.”

“Oh, too bad. You know, you seem kind of shy. I always pictured Bella with a talkative fellow. Her first boyfriend was that way. Affable. Conversational. But he had secrets, I suppose.”

Bastien shook his head and delivered a toothy fake smile. “Well, then…I guess I should be going now.”

“So soon? It seems as if we just met. Do you want to go to dinner somewhere?”

“No, no, noooo, most definitely not. I have to be somewhere. But I’ll see Bella at wo…I mean, after work tomorrow. For our…date?”

“I’m really happy to hear that Bella has met someone.” She smiled and patted a confused Bastien on the shoulder. “You’re the best looking fellow she’s ever been with. Which isn’t saying too much.”

“Okay, mother. That’s enough. You met him. Now you can stop asking me!”

Bella took plenty of liberties that night and added another loving, friendly ‘tap’ to her Dom’s shoulder, breaking all protocol and delivering a resounding message.
Stay out of my personal life
. It was what they both wanted, as they both seemed to sense the futility of the non-relationship. The natural end. The inevitable earthquake that would set them apart and never speaking to each other again. However, there seemed to be an unmistakable feeling of tragedy from that point forward, and damned if either of them knew why.

Darque certainly couldn’t explain it, and he seemed okay with living in denial that he ever did the unthinkable and accidentally met one of his submissive’s
mothers.
However, he wasn’t above gloating about it. It just wasn’t in the way Bella anticipated.

She entered Darque’s office the next morning, as always right at eleven A.M. when he took time off working on his laptop for a snack.

“So…I assume you’re outraged about last night. And I’m reporting in for punishment.”

“Why in the world did you do that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I wanted you to know that I’m not just some whore. I know we’re not a thing…or anything official. But I guess I just wanted you to know how it felt, to be taken out of your element. To lose control.”

“Huh…” he said blankly.

“Why? Are you breaking it off? Do I deserve more spankings? Or am I fired? Which is it this time?”

Bastion stared at her a long moment and finally shrugged. “You didn’t hurt me, Bella. You hurt yourself.”

She listened and wondered.

“Go.”

He didn’t say anything else but gave her the long face, suggesting that he would contact her later…if and when he decided it was time. After all, he controlled Bella’s schedule. He made demands and she followed. That was the arrangement.

Something was awry this time, though. Bastien waited in his office, thinking back to the day before.

*****

Bella reported to Bastien’s house at 7 PM sharp, taken by limo as always, as Bastien always paid full price for the careful and flawless transport of his property. Bella
was
his property; certainly in his mind and even in her own. This was a contracted arrangement where only one party was allowed to have the power.

He instructed her to wear purple lace accentuating her natural curves as always. He prepared for this evening obsessively. He stared at Bella’s photographs for hours on end, resisting the urge to touch himself. Instead, he just became consumed with an internal flame, letting himself be teased, tortured even. For only in his own suffering could he understand how much he would have to make Bella hurt.

He sat down on his bed and watched in quiet longing as Bella paraded herself around in sexy lace, objectifying herself, making sure he got a good look at every fold, every curve and every crevice.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked.

“You.”

“Say it. Just like I said.”

“I…belong to you,” she said with a smile and a play-along gaze.

“You say it like it’s a joke. But I do own you. Don’t I, Arabella?”

“Maybe,” she said being a little saucy, figuring that’s what he wanted.

“Okay. I’m just going to have to teach you, then. Who you belong to. Come sit on the bed.”

“Yes, sir.”

She walked over nearer to him then crawled on the bed, walking cat-like over to meet him and rubbing her body onto his.

“Lie on your back. Don’t touch me. Just do as I command.”

“Yes, sir!”

She lay back on the bed, taking a center position as Darque stepped off, eager to frame the scene to his satisfaction.

“Do you trust me?”

“No,” she said, double blinking and realizing it was the truth.

“It doesn’t matter if you trust me,” he said, taking her right hand and tying it to a bed restraint that came from the headboard. He subdued her by the wrist and made sure it was very tight, with minimal room to squirm. “Because I own you. Is that funny?”

She smiled. He walked over to the other side of the bed and tied her other hand tight, putting her wrist to the restraint and making sure it was snug. She wiggled back and forth on the bed, unable to move her arms more than a half an inch.

“How does that feel?”

“Mmm…good.”

“Does it?”

He stared at her until he became uncomfortable. She was indeed experiencing the feeling of helplessness. But it hadn’t even begun yet. He tied her ankle to the bottom bedpost, securing it tightly. Then the other side; he wanted Bella’s body literally pinned down to the bed with no room even to squirm.

The helpless feeling returned and she started to fret over it. The anxiety started building in her heart and spread to her shoulders and head. She wiggled back and forth but barely moved her body any direction.

Bastien enjoyed seeing her tied down tight, as she slowly and a bit painfully realized she had no right to move. No right to object. What was the safe word, anyway? He used to give her a safe word. Was it the same one? Would he really fire her if heard the words, “I quit,” from her pretty mouth?

“Who owns, you Arabella?”

“You do,” she said, eyeing him in choler. “You know that.”

“Do I? You make it sound like you’re not sure.”

He crawled on top of the bed, coming closer, until he pinned his body against hers, enjoying the hovering sensation. “I can do anything I want to you right now. How does that make you feel?”

“Mmmm, sexy.”

“No, no it doesn’t. You’re lying. Your face tells a different story. Tell me how you really feel,” he said, gently squeezing her jaw.

“I feel…nervous.”

“The lack of movement makes you nervous?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because…I don’t know what you’re going to do.”

“Ah, I see. Yes, that is unfortunate. Because he owns you?”

“You do, sir.”

              He nodded. “I do. I tied you up. Didn’t I? But the night is still young. Tying you up doesn’t really hurt. It just heightens your senses. Because what I’m going to do to you next…that’s going to hurt. That’s going to really hurt.”

              Bella flinched at the idea and shifted again.

              “The first time I saw you, Arabella, I was intoxicated with your curvy body. Your full breasts. Your big butt. Your whole body. I wanted to take you to my bed and use your body as a pillow. Squeeze you and feel your nipples against my mouth. The first time I saw you. How does that make you feel?”

              “Like you don’t really love me.”

              “Why would that be?” he asked caressing her curves and enjoying her shudder in defense.

              “Because…you don’t love me.”

              He blinked at the statement and frowned hard. “I am incapable of love, Arabella. But I know how to please a woman, don’t I?”

“Yes…”

Bastien pulled down both cups of her purple lace bra, exposing her thick nipples. Her nipples were erect. He took his time and played with one nipple, caressing it with two fingers and making it twice as engorged and stiff than it was.

“Mmmmm…” Bella sighed.

“You like that?”

“Mmmm…” she replied, not quite sure what she was feeling. Yes, it felt good to have her pleasure centers toyed with, but the loss of control filled her with a palpable sense of dread.

He toyed with her other nipple, rubbing his fingertips on it until it puffed up.

“Are your nipples sensitive?”

“Yes, sir…” she said squirming around but still unable to move.

“Tell me to stop. Tell me that they’re too sensitive. That you want to stop.”

“Sssstop…ungghhh!” she said, just as he squeezed both of her taut nipples.

“Too sensitive?”

“Yessss…ohhhh!” she groaned, as he squeezed them harder this time, making her watch as he violated her senses.

“You want me to stop?” he asked. “Tell me they’re too sensitive.”

“Mmmm…stop.”

“Stop what?” he asked, squeezing her again and sending her body into a squirm, right and left, but still nowhere to go but bouncing back into position.

“Aaaahhh! My nipples are sensitive. Stop…”

“Why would I stop? I own your body. Not you.”

“I know…”

“You know what? Do you want me to hurt you?”

“Y-Yes…”

“I know you do. You know what your owner wants. Don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?” he said, reaching over to the side of the bed and picking up a small bag.

“Mmm to hurt me…”

“No, but what’s he going to do next?”

“I don’t know…”

“Yes, you do. You do know. Say it.”

“What…”

“Say what you think. What you’re afraid of. What your body is afraid of.”

“Mmmm…my nipples,” she said rolling back and forth but hardly getting an inch off the bed.

“How did you know? Good intuition.”

He pulled out a chain with two clamping ends. He made sure she saw it first, before pulling the clamps apart.

“No…no…” she said, shifting her legs, as if she had a prayer to escape.

“That’s right. I’m going to hurt you. The way you want to be hurt.”

“Aaaahhhh…” she cried eyeing her torture device and trembling in fear. He pinched her nipple tight, attaching the plastic precision clamps to the lower nipple area, right where they connected to the areola. “Ohhh God! That’s tight…tight…”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes!”

“How does that feel?”

“Aaaahhhh…ahh…”

It hurt beautifully. Like the spanking did. That strange sharp pain that gradually buzzed until it became an electrical throbbing. Her nipples were tauter than they had ever been. Her breasts started involuntarily spasming, giving her reluctant nipple orgasms. She arched her back and twisted, unable to move and unable to see any damn thing besides her sensitive nipples being mangled by the clamps.

“Ohhhh fuck…” she said, eyeing her own torment up close and in wide-eyed fascination.

“How does that feel?”

His voice sent tremors through her body, turning the pain into a high endorphin rush. Just like the spankings, it hurt so bad it felt cathartic.

“Umhmmmnn!” she screamed through her lips, as Bastien pulled on the chain, aggravating her stretched tight nipples.

“Tell me…”

“Ohhh, God!” she screamed, kicking up her knees but barely able to move; all she could do was shake the bed and vibrate.

“Tell me.”

“Wwwhhhaaaa…”

“Tell me who owns you.”

“You!”

“Why?”

“Mmmm because my…mmmmm…mmmmm!”

She convulsed in place, her breasts dancing back and forth, wiggling the clamps. Her mouth gaped open as she began panting in mini-orgasm.

“What?”

“Aaahooohhhhh…” she cried, feeling another rush of endorphins and sighing her way back to reality. “You own me…my body…belongs to you…”

“That’s right. Your nipples hurt?”

“Yesss…”

“Because they belong to me. Say it.”

“My nipples belong to you…my breasts…my whole body…mmmm…Bast-”

“What’s my name? Not my first name.”

“Mister Darque.”

“That’s right,” he said, caressing her face with tenderness—the perfect contrast for his harder work below, desensitizing her every erogenous one.

“But I’m not done, am I?”

“No…”

“No, what?”

“No, sir.”

“What do you want?”

“Punish me more…more…”

“That’s right. Your instincts know the truth. I own your body. I punish you as I see fit. It’s not love. Something much darker, isn’t it? Much more perverse.”

He rolled her panties down, stretching them far apart as he reached her knees. He rubbed his hand over her pubic hair, then down to her labia.

“Ohhh, not there…” she whimpered.

“Here? Is this where you’re afraid to be touched?”

“Yess…”

He found her clitoris and began rubbing it, getting it to swell to its peak.

“Ohhhh…like that…like that…”

“Ohhh, like that?” he said mockingly. “Does that feel good? Having your clit caressed?”

“Yes.”

“But I’m not trying to make you feel good, am I?”

She tensed up and sighed.

He smiled slyly. He reached over and brought out another toy: a large, silicone-tipped clamp, intricately designed for the softest, safest clitoris torture.

“You like when I play with your sweet spot?”

“Yes…”

“How do you like it?”

“Gentle…” she said, eyeing the big device in fear.

“It’s okay. It’s going to hurt a little. But I own you. I own your body. So there’s nothing to worry about, Arabella. You’re going to take it.”

“Ohhhh…”

“If I say you can take it, you can take it.”

She sighed in agony just from the anticipation alone. When he finally clamped the tight squeezing tool on her clit she moaned deeply. At first it was a heavy squeeze, but as seconds passed it became intensely titillating. Her nipples and clitoris were being tested.

Endorphins flooded out from her nipples and clitoris until they permeated her entire body; she felt those love drugs emanating from every pore in her body. It felt like a gentle massage. Eventually the pain numbed completely and all she felt was the rush of soft sleepy relaxation, along with a transcendent orgasmic state that seemed to go on and on.

Her eyes were fixed on Bastien’s face. But he wanted her to worship him, to feel him even deeper than she saw him. She watched on, lost to agony and ecstasy as he stripped for her. He took off his shirt, button by button, and revealed his chiseled physique. His muscles started to sweat just from the excitement of punishing his most submissive employee. He took off his pants and sat up, pulling his hard erection out so she could see him in full view.

She began convulsing at the sight; his already huge and growing penis was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. He stroked it for her and commanded her to watch every inch grow. He wanted her to look at every droplet of pre-come and know that his excitement was because of her. Punishing her made him feel alive.

He kept stroking over and over again, finding her eyes. From her position she had the perfect over-stimulating view. His hard penis shooting up in the center right below his two focused eyes. It was too much to take in and within seconds she started rocking back and forth, in the throngs of another full body orgasm.

“Ohhhh God! Wh-What are you doing to me…”