Seduced in the Dark (33 page)

At one, I clenched my jaw and forced my
hands under my knees to keep from trying to take the belt.

At two and three, I was rocking as I wailed
into the carpet.

Four, and I attempted to place my hands in
the way of his belt by shielding my buttocks. My fingers brushed
across raised welts.

Five, six, and seven, he held my hands tight
against the small of my back.

Eight and nine left me screaming out loud
and panting.

He stopped for a moment, long enough for me
to tell him how sorry I was, that I would obey, that I would be
good – I promised. A few more and he finally seemed satisfied.

He let my arms go, but I knew better than to
follow my instincts to get up. I grabbed my wrists and held them at
the small of my back, just as he had them. I heard his soft laugh
over my sporadic whimpers and sobs, and for some reason, my body
became slightly more at ease.

“Good girl, Kitten,” he said. I sighed
deeply with relief.

He dropped to one knee at my side and pulled
me back firmly by my hair. I continued crying and fighting the urge
to rub my behind as the real pain of the whipping set in, scalding
hot and prickly.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“Yes, Master.” I whimpered pitifully.

“Will you remember it?”

I managed to respond through my sobs again,
“Yes, Master.”

He stood, dragging me up by my hair with the
effort. I arched my back and succumbed to my urges and rubbed my
behind forcefully with the palms of my hands. I only made it worse.
He grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them to the small of my
back.

“Stay still!” he snapped. Instinctually, I
pressed my forehead to the front of his shirt. I tried to
straighten my legs. The feel of his firm chest pressed against my
face did things to me I had come to expect.
Why do you always
smell so good?
After a moment, the pain became secondary to
thoughts of my naked body pressed against his clothes. I stood
still, but I could not bring myself to pull away from him. He let
my wrists go and I immediately wrapped them around his waist and
pressed into him. He was hard, and soft, and strong, and he smelled
like everything I wanted wrapped around me.

He tensed in my embrace and quickly placed
his hands on my shoulders to urge me back. I looked up at him and
saw the anger and confusion in his eyes, but I didn’t care. Rafiq
was coming for me. Caleb would either protect me, or he wouldn’t. I
couldn’t ask him without giving Felipe away, nor could I ignore the
feelings stirring inside me. Perhaps it was my exhaustion, or the
long night of sexual torture he’d subjected me to, or perhaps it
was simply the undeniable power he had over me – but whatever it
was; I desperately needed to kiss him. I rose on the balls of my
feet and inclined my lips toward his, begging him with my eyes to
make this easier for me. If he was shocked he didn’t show it, he
simply stayed immobile as I finally touched my trembling mouth to
his.

His hands gripped my shoulders tighter when
I traced my tongue along his bottom lip, urging him to open to my
kiss. He obliged me and I almost wept at the taste of him. He
finally softened and inclined his head by the slightest of degrees.
I delved deeper into his mouth, shaking in my need to be touched by
him.

He lifted his hand to the back of my head
and kissed me with all the passion of the previous morning.

I couldn’t stop the moan that broke past my
lips. I had never felt anything like this. Never had I wanted to
laugh, and weep, and fuck, and devour another human being until
there was nothing left of him – until we were one person and I
could feel peace. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him all
over. My loud panting was echoed by his softer sounds. I sought his
mouth over and over. I wrapped my leg around him, trying to climb
onto him as he straightened his body. Abruptly, he broke the kiss
and pushed me to the floor. I stared up at him, my heart laid bare
at his feet. His chest rose and fell with anxious breath, but his
words were steady and calm.

“That’s the last time you’ll ever do
something without being told. And it’s the last time I’ll ever kiss
you. I hope you enjoyed it.” Through a mist of my tears, I thought
I saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes. I dismissed it as my broken
heart trying to reclaim some of its dignity.

“Please, Caleb!” I sobbed loudly. “Don’t do
this. Take me and let’s go. Let’s leave!”

He slapped me. Not savagely, but it stung
and the heat of my shock crept across my face and down my neck. I
placed my hand on my cheek. It was hot to the touch. When the
initial moment of shock wore off, I thought it strange I should
feel the pain of his slap in my chest, but I did, and it hurt more
than I ever thought possible.

Caleb’s eyes held a glimpse of shock I’d
never seen in his eyes before. He turned his back on me and walked
through one of the doors in the room.

I heard water running.

He walked back out, “Clean yourself up and
wait for Celia,” he spat, and walked out of the room.

I cried openly once the door shut, but I did
as he asked.

***

An hour and a half later, I sat sobbing on
the edge of the tub while Celia gently brushed my hair and tried
her best to soothe me.

“I’m sorry, Kitten,” she whispered. I sobbed
harder. I nodded meekly to appease her. In all honesty my tears had
little to do with her, or the fact she had painfully waxed all the
hair on my body with the exception of a small ‘strip’ at the apex
of my pussy. Though, the pain would not easily be forgotten.
Mostly, I cried because I could not shake Caleb from my thoughts.
He didn’t give a shit about me, and somehow, I had fallen in love
with him. He’d never kiss me again – that’s what he’d said – never.
I’d trusted him. I’d done everything he’d asked of me in the hopes
he’d spare me. His loyalty had never rested with me and I’d been
foolish to believe I could win him over.

I couldn’t help but replay the moment over
and over in my mind. Even knowing the pain I felt was emotional, I
physically hurt all over.

“Celia?” I finally managed to speak through
my sobs.

“
S
í, mi amor?”
she said.

I spoke to her in Spanish. “Why does he
treat me so badly? One moment he smiles at me and the next…” A hard
lump formed in my throat, making it difficult to swallow, let alone
speak.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl,” she said. It
reminded me of Felipe, but I didn’t mention it. She set the brush
aside and held my head to her chest. I held on to her tightly,
flooded with the need to be held. She stroked my hair with her hand
and spoke, “I think there are things you don’t know about your
master. Perhaps he seems unpredictable, but he is filled with
passion for you. My master is always pleasant, even when he
punishes me – yet, I know nothing of what he feels.” I could make
out the pain in her voice. She was in love with Felipe and believed
he didn’t love her back.

I thought about my interaction with him in
the dungeon and I had to disagree. Felipe was head over heels for
Celia. It seemed ridiculous she didn’t know. However, it wasn’t my
place to tell her.

“So many years together,” she said in a soft
whisper, “and he has never shown a flicker of interest one way or
the other.” She gave a wry smile. “Except of course when he wants
to fuck me…or watch someone else fuck me.” Her statement shocked
me.

“I’m sorry,” I said in sympathy.

“Oh, don’t fret little one. I don’t mind. I
always enjoy it, and when he makes love to me after,” she sighed,
“he makes sure I never feel ashamed, or dirty, or any of those
other things. He just makes me feel like I’ve made him happy, and
it makes me happy.” I looked up at her and saw she had tears in her
eyes. She smiled at me and quickly wiped them away with the back of
her hand.

“I’m sorry I was cruel to you Celia…you
know…that night.” Her smile grew wider.

“I’m sorry I was so reckless. I didn’t know
he meant so much to you. I couldn’t say no to him, but I didn’t
have to flaunt my pleasure with such abandon.” I think we both
blushed. I gripped her hand and she sat next to me.

“Celia, do you ever…ever think of running?”
She didn’t pretend not to understand my meaning, though her eyes
filled with a tempered panic and she instinctually looked around
the room.

“You must never say such things, Kitten, not
even to other girls like us. They’ll turn on you for no other
reason than to see you punished. But no, I could never leave
Felipe. Perhaps he does not love me, but he cares for me. He gives
me everything I desire without my having to ask. I love him. Before
him…I don’t remember what I lived for, what I liked to do, none of
it matters to me now.” I nodded slightly, though I didn’t really
understand what she meant.

The door opened. Celia and I startled
guiltily. Caleb paused, his gaze penetrating my skin, even as I
looked down into my lap like a scorned dog.

“Celia,” he said after a moment, “go
downstairs.”

“
Sí, Señor
,” she
replied shakily and scurried from the room.

“Come here,” he said to me.

Instinctively, I went to stand.

“In here, you are always on your knees
unless told otherwise,” he said.

Shaking, I went down on my knees and
followed him as he walked into the bedroom. My heart pounded wildly
in my chest and between my thighs, my newly bared flesh made me all
too aware of my nakedness. My curiosity over what he would do next
turned my stomach in knots, yet I followed him almost eagerly in
the hopes he would be kinder than he had been.

He led me to a small ‘bed’, consisting of a
few thick, silken, comforters set on the floor near his bed. “Stand
near the bed. Leave your arms at your side,” he ordered
dispassionately.

Reluctantly, I did as I was told. On the bed
in front of me lay some articles of clothing, some of them I was
familiar with, others I was not. Devoid of any emotion, he lifted a
pair of black translucent panties from the bed and motioned for me
to step into them. I did so without comment, but when I lifted my
leg to step in I lost my balance and put my hands on his shoulders
to steady myself. He tensed under my hands and I withdrew them. The
black stockings didn’t go on any steadier, but I let my arms go out
for balance.

He stood and eyed the panties and stockings
as my skin warmed under his scrutiny. I dared not look directly at
his face to see if he appreciated what he saw. Perhaps, not
surprisingly, the panties caused a strange and overwhelming surge
of desire. The newly exposed skin of my pussy sprang to life at the
feel of the smooth and silky material. Suddenly, I’d never been
more grateful to be a woman. Our desires could be hidden, when a
man’s could not. Still, it was with some difficulty I didn’t press
my thighs together.

I’d never worn a corset before, so I was ill
prepared for the snugness. Made of smooth black leather it sat
below the soft weight of my breasts and encased my entire abdomen.
I let out a loud grunt when he cinched the back in one swift and
devastating pull. He stilled a moment, and I regained my wits, and
my oxygen.

“Can you breathe?”

I gave a jerky nod. “Yes, Master.”

“Good. If your ribs start to hurt, tell me
immediately.”

Another nod, “Yes, Master.”

There were strange pieces of leather
attached to the front of the corset. I quickly learned they were
for my wrists. With my wrists securely fastened, I could not lift
my arms.

“That should keep your hands where they
belong,” he said with a mild touch of anger. I flushed at the
memory of my bold kiss and winced at the memory of what had come of
it. I heard rustling behind me, but resisted the urge to look.

“Bend over the bed, and spread your legs,”
he said.

I turned and saw he held something in his
hand, but I couldn’t quite make it out.

“Do as I said!”

I struggled to obey, hoping I wouldn’t feel
his belt across my sensitive behind. As scared as I was, my heart
twisted when I recognized his smell on the bedding. Tears stung the
backs of my eyes. I almost whispered his name, but I knew only
horrible things could come of it. I wished I had never told him I
loved him. I wished I had handled his revelations differently.

“
I don’t want revenge, Caleb. I don’t
want to end up like you, letting some fucking vendetta run my life.
I just want my freedom. I want to be free, Caleb. Not someone’s
whore…not even yours.”

My heartache turned to panic when Caleb’s
fingers pried my buttocks apart. I stilled, willing the intrusion
to go away. One of his fingers pressed upon the bud of my anus,
while the others kept my panties to the side. There was no stopping
him.

“Relax,” he said. He slid an obviously lubed
digit inside me slowly.

I couldn’t make a sound, but inside, I
screamed in shock. In…and out…in…and out, he slowly thrust. Despite
the fear and apprehension inside me, the sensation brought about
the now familiar pull of desire low in my belly. My panties,
already wet, clung to my naked flesh, willing me to undulate
against the fingers. They were so close to my clit, so close.

“Feel good, Pet?” he whispered huskily. I
tensed and I was sure he felt it around his finger. He pushed his
finger deeper inside me until my stomach pinched, and a moan
escaped my lips.

He held me, suspended on his finger,
wrenching both tears of humiliation and lustful moans from me.
“Yes. Yes, Master.” I sobbed.

He withdrew slowly. I eased my hips back
down, and again his smell saturated my senses. I wondered for the
millionth time why I wanted him so badly when he was such a
calculating bastard. While I panted for breath, Caleb prepared his
second assault by reinserting his finger with even more lubricant.
He tried to push something inside me, something foreign.