Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 2) (6 page)

All I could do was
swallow and nod once.

“Yes? Then say it.
Beg me to fuck you.”

I flushed to my chest.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.

He slapped my face
briskly, shocking the breath out of me. “Be polite and say please.
This is your master you’re talking to.”

I stared at him
defiantly, ready to wage battle despite being restrained and barely
clothed. “That hurt,” I said, eyes narrowed.

“It was supposed to.
Now, say please or I’ll do it again.”

I was about to call him
a monster, an asshole, anything I could think of, but I was too
proud. I’d agreed to be obedient. Agreed, when I was of sound mind
and body. I wouldn’t quit, no matter how much he provoked me.

“Please,” I said,
my voice quavering. “Please fuck me.”

He pushed his tip into
me, just a tantalizing hint of his rigid length. Wet as I was, every
thick inch was an effort I could hardly endure.

“Is this what you
want?” he asked. “My thick cock, big and hard inside you?”

I nodded, my bottom lip
caught between my teeth.

“Then say it again,”
he said. “I want to hear it.”

“Please fuck me.”

He forced himself
inside me a little at a time, groaning with every thrust. “Like
that?” he asked, holding my hips still in his hands. “Is that how
you like to be fucked?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Why?”

“Because I need it,”
I whispered. “I need it so much.”

He forced himself into
me completely, his expression demonically lustful. “God, the way
you say that – I’ve never been so hard in my life.”

Fucking me with long,
slow strokes, he leaned over and took my mouth with his. My world was
our tongues and his cock driving into me. I was so grateful to him
for making me wait, for torturing me with frustration and insecurity.

I’d thought I knew
what I wanted, but Marc knew better.

Lying on the table, I
was blissfully helpless. He did whatever he liked – sucked my
nipples into stiff points, kissed me from my jaw to my belly, held my
ankles above my head while he told me how tight I was, how beautiful,
how wicked. He pushed a finger between my legs, slipping it over my
clitoris so lightly it felt like his tongue.

How could a man be so
dominant, and so determined to please me? Electricity sizzled across
my skin, a hot current that spun me into a trance.

I was dimly aware of
the restraint rubbing against my left wrist, but I was delirious from
the first heart-stopping swell of an orgasm. Lost in pleasure, I sank
my teeth into Marc’s shoulder as he penetrated me again and again.

I held my breath. I
fell through space. And then I screamed.

They might have heard
me outside and down the street, but I couldn’t hold it back. I
wasn’t me anymore, I was an animal. I was Marc’s wanton little
toy.

“Come for me, just
like that,” he whispered in my ear.

I threw my head back as
sensation consumed me, vibrating to the tips of my nipples and along
my spine. Though I begged him to stop, he kept thrusting until
another orgasmic wave built up and broke, flooding every limb until I
was wrung out and gasping for air.

“God, Marc,” I
whispered, my breasts heaving.

Marc pressed his
sweat-dampened chest against mine. “Tell me,” he said, his lips
barely brushing my mouth. “Was it worth the wait?”

“You planned it this
way,” I said, my legs quivering uncontrollably.

“Yes, and now you
understand why.” He smiled, a slow, sinful smile that made my
insides flip over. “You respond very well to sexual frustration.”

“I hated every minute
of it,” I said.

“But you love the
reward, don’t you? You love it so much you’ll do anything for it.
Just like a little pet.”

Still rock-hard inside
me, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and squeezed my nipples
between his thumbs and forefingers until I was circling my hips
restlessly. I couldn’t get nearly enough of him. No matter how much
he gave me, I always wanted more.

I was panting when he
straightened and pulled slowly away from me. “Please don’t stop,”
I pleaded.

“We’re not
stopping. It’s just time for you to serve me.”

After unlocking my
restraints, he brought me to the plush sheepskin rug by the
fireplace. He took my face in his hands, his eyes radiating
authority. “You know what to do next, don’t you?”

I swallowed. “Kneel?”

He answered with a nod.
“Show me how much you love serving me with your mouth.”

I lowered myself in
front of him. This was one very hard, very well-endowed man, and he
was not about to take “maybe” for an answer.

I kissed his hard belly
and strongly muscled thighs, then wrapped my hands firmly around his
massive thickness. Though I didn’t look up, I could feel him
watching me. When I sucked the tip with teasing softness and a graze
of my teeth, he let out a low, rumbling moan.

“I like that,” he
said. “Do it again.”

I sucked until he
pushed his fingers through my hair, driving forcefully with a greedy
rhythm, filling my throat completely.

“Look at my lovely
girl,” he said. “On her knees to please her master.”

At his words,
goosebumps lit up across my skin. Two weeks ago, I’d been too shy
and inhibited to know what I wanted. Now I was a naughty submissive
on her knees.

It felt like the
ultimate freedom, the biggest risk I’d taken in my life. I wasn’t
squeamish and embarrassed, too self-conscious to do anything but lie
there. That Sophie was long gone.

After less than a
minute of being pleasured, Marc’s fingers clenched into my scalp
and he groaned. He came in pulsating contractions, spurting hot
liquid into my throat. I swallowed it all, thrilled at his musky,
masculine taste. It was another exhilarating first.

“Sophie,” he
breathed huskily, thrusting his rigid shaft until my lips felt
bruised and bee-stung.

As soon as the last
droplet of come trickled onto my tongue, he raised my chin with his
knuckle. “Now suck me clean,” he said. “Suck me and kiss every
inch.”

What was one more order
after two days of nothing else? I worshipped his still-thick cock
with my mouth and then finally stood, sliding the length of my body
along his.

“I’ve never done
that before,” I whispered, and kissed him with hot, swollen lips.

“Did you like it?”

“I liked it with
you.”

“And only with me.”
He pulled me against him, crushing my breasts in a fierce embrace.
“You’re mine, is that clear? No other man can have you.”

“For the week,” I
said, giving him a teasing smile.

His eyes flashed with
possessiveness. “We’ll see about that.”

After a long kiss, he
smacked my ass and let me go. As I turned away, he trailed his
fingers down my arm and over my wrist.

“Wait, Sophie.”

I stopped and turned
toward him.

What’s this?” he
asked. He held out his hand palm-up.

“I don’t know,” I
said. “It looks like blood.”

He turned my wrist
toward the dim light. I saw deeply scraped skin, a dark red smear,
and a swollen blue bruise on the inside of my forearm. There was
dried blood on my stomach and thigh.

“How did that
happen?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. The
restraint felt tight. Maybe the edge was rough.”

“I hurt you,” he
said, frowning. “I wasn’t careful enough.”

“No. The metal was
sharp, that’s all.”

He lifted my wrist,
looking closely at it. “Jesus,” he said. “We need to take care
of that right now.”

“It’s a scrape.”

“Sophie, you’re
bleeding.”

He dressed impatiently,
yanking up his zipper and shoving his arms into his shirt sleeves. In
an instant, his mood had plummeted. His face was almost
unrecognizable.

“There has to be
alcohol around here,” he said, flinging open a cabinet. The cabinet
door banged against the wall.

“It can wait until we
get back to your apartment,” I said, taking a hand towel from the
stack on the counter and pressing it to the wound. “All I need is a
Band-Aid.”

“No alcohol
anywhere,” he muttered, shoving aside boxes of condoms and oils.
“Unbelievable.”

“Why are you so
upset?” I asked.

“Let’s go,” he
said, handing me my corset. “Put that on. I want to get out of
here.”

“What? We can’t
leave because I scraped my wrist. It doesn’t make sense.”

“I don’t give a
shit if it makes sense. Get dressed.”

I struggled to lace the
ties. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Sophie,” he said,
grabbing my upper arm. “Now.”

He hustled me out the
door and down the hallway to the room where I’d removed my clothes.
With a loud rattle of hangers, he found my dress and helped me into
it. We said a few hasty goodbyes to the people we passed on our way
out and then we were in the street, a nondescript cobblestone lane in
a quiet residential area.

The Eiffel Tower
blinked feebly in the distance. I was still adjusting my stockings
when Henrik pulled up in the car.

“Get in,” Marc
said, opening my door. He said something to Henrik through the window
before climbing in beside me.

“Are you okay?” he
asked, buckling his seatbelt.

“Completely fine,
Marc. Really.”

Across the back seat,
he sat staring out the window with his arms folded. After a minute of
silence, I touched his shoulder.

“What was that all
about?” I asked.

“I wanted to go,”
he said.

“Please talk to me.
It was more than that.”

Sighing, he turned to
me with a tortured look. “What was I thinking, bringing you there?
Some wretched impulse to see you – a sweet, innocent flower – in
a depraved setting, drawing you into my fucked up fantasies. It was
wrong. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Why do you call it
depraved? You started that club, didn’t you?”

“Yes, back when I
thought I could indulge every urge without consequence. It was
youthful stupidity. I should tell them to shut it down. I should
force them to do it.”

He was jumping from
thought to thought so quickly I could hardly follow him. “Just
because you took me there?”

His jaw was rigid, his
eyes so fierce they were black. “I’m guessing that a few hours
ago, you’d never seen a man beat a woman on a metal cross. You’d
never been paraded around half-naked in front of strangers or fucked
senseless in wrist restraints that made you bleed. And now you have,
and I’m responsible for that. Every time you think of me, you’ll
remember that place and the things I did to you there.”

“I chose to stay,”
I said, reaching for his hand. It was stiff and cold under my
fingers.

“You think you did.
You only stayed to please me.”

“I don’t
understand, Marc. Do you want me to be part of this or not?”

“It’s not that
simple. What we do together –” He closed his eyes before speaking
again in a quieter voice. “When I’m caught up in it I don’t
want anything else. When it’s over I detest myself for what I’ve
done to you. It makes me glad you’re leaving in a week.”

My heart sank. Not
again. Not so soon. “
Glad?
”

“Think about it,
Sophie. Is this really the life you foresaw for yourself? Every day
we’re together you’re exposed to something else vile and
perverse. By the time it’s done you’ll have changed. You won’t
be the same person anymore.”

I thought of the woman
I’d been just a few weeks ago – ignorant of her own body,
closed-off – and she was a stranger to me.

“And if I’m not the
same, so what? What are you afraid of?”

Hs gaze was like
shattered glass. “That I’ll destroy you and you’ll hate me for
it. Don’t you see? Indulging this craving doesn’t satisfy it, it
only makes it stronger. Today I committed three million Euros to a
mobile ad company and I can hardly remember their presentation. My
focus is shot. This firm has been my life for nine years, but to see
you submit to me, your vulnerability – nothing else compares. But
that doesn’t mean it’s right, or good for either of us.”

I stared at him. All he
could think about today was me? While I’d tottered miserably in my
high heels through the city, convinced he didn’t want me?

It showed how little I
really knew him, and how skilled he was at hiding his feelings.

“There were a lot of
other people there tonight,” I said. “They weren’t all
destroying each other, were they?”

“You can’t see into
someone’s soul at a place like that,” he argued. “Is Louis at
peace deceiving his wife and flogging his mistress? The poor girl
couldn’t have been more than twenty-four.”

“She looked like she
was in love with him.”

He snorted. “The
attention makes her feel important. She’s too young to know she’s
being used.”

I squeezed his cool
fingers. “But remember what you said to me at dinner the other
night? It doesn’t matter what we think. It’s about what makes
them happy.”

“As long as they both
know how all-consuming it can be, and I doubt she does. Not everybody
can handle this kind of life. Remember – I saw a woman driven crazy
by it.”

Just when I thought we
were done with his ex, she was back with a vengeance. “You mean
Lydia?” I said, almost choking on her name. “Why does that still
bother you so much?”

He looked at me
intently and shook his head.

“What is it, Marc?”

“Please,” he said.
“I’d rather not revisit something that ended eight years ago.
Suffice it to say…I’ll never forgive myself for my part in it,
and I can’t make the same mistakes with you.”

“What are you saying?
You want to stop?”

He sighed. “That’s
the last thing I want. But there’s fallout from living this life. I
have to protect you from it.”