This Darkest Man (10 page)

The
woman ran a bath and bathed me. She grinned as the hot water hit my stinging
backside and I cried out. I had to stay in the bath until I met her standards
for cleanliness. I was too exhausted to argue anyway. After she pulled me out
of the bath, she made me lie naked on my bed, on my stomach so my bottom was
exposed. I had caught a glimpse of it in the mirror. It was all red, and
covered in raised marks.

“Don’t
move,” she ordered, and left the room. I probably couldn’t even if I had wanted
to, so instead I just rested my head on my arms in front of me and enjoyed the
cool air on my bottom. I heard the door open again and didn’t bother to lift my
head. The bed dipped down beside me, and something cold caught me by surprise
and my head snapped up.

“It’s
just a cream. It will help with the bruising,” said Daniel. I didn’t look at
him and lay still as he began to rub it into my skin. He worked silently with
hands that had a gentleness to them that contrasted with everything that I had
come to know about him. I lay there, docile, and let him work, hating the
effect that he had on me.

“Why
do you want revenge?” I asked, glad that I couldn’t see his face, or he mine.
He continued to smooth the cream into my skin.

“There
are a few reasons,” he said, not stopping his work.

“You
said that you’d tell me. That’s part of the deal. I’ve played your games and
I’ve kept my end up.”

He
removed his hands from me. “Get dressed. I’ll meet you downstairs for dinner.”
I felt him move from the bed and heard his footsteps as he walked out of the
room. I was left with normal clothes. A short cotton dress with a pleated skirt
left me looking almost respectable, although a bra and panties would have
helped. I looked young, I noted as I watched myself in the mirror. I didn’t
look like a girl who had cum time and time again that very afternoon with
strangers.

The
woman led me to dinner. We went through a series of rooms until we ended up in
the dining room. “He’ll be with you shortly,” she said abruptly before exiting
the room and leaving me alone. I stared at the scene before me, the polished
table could have easily seated a hundred guests, but tonight it was set for
two. The room was lit only by a candelabra and I hesitantly sat, not at the
place setting at the head of the table, but the one to the side. There was no
doubt about who was in charge here.

“Sorry
to keep you waiting.” Daniel’s smooth voice didn’t sound sorry at all. I turned
toward him; he was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt just like he had worn
at the farmhouse. For an instant, I felt my heart lift, he looked like the Clay
who I had become enamored of, and with the room lit only by candlelight, it
would be so easy to fool myself into thinking that we were back at that
decaying farmhouse instead of this opulent, cold mansion.

“I
don’t know why I’m here,” I said softly, almost to myself.

Daniel
took his seat at the head of the table. “You’re here because that’s what I
wanted,” he said, his arrogance reminding me that there was no way that I could
play pretend that we were back in those wonderful days in the farmhouse.

A
silent servant entered carrying a covered tray, and wordlessly he began to
serve us. The food smelled delicious, but I had no appetite. Once the man was
gone, I started to speak but Daniel shook his head.

“Eat
first. Drink your wine.” He speared a piece of chicken on his own fork. “You
must have worked up quite an appetite this afternoon.” His lips twisted into a
satisfied smile as he said that, and there was no doubt in my mind that this
man was a sadist.

I
blushed, and moved my eyes to my own plate. I obediently began to eat, but
willingly drank, ever conscious of his eyes on me. I helped myself to more wine,
nearly guzzling it down in an attempt to dull everything around me. My bottom
was mildly sore and every time I moved served as a reminder of my punishment.
The wine helped to soothe it, along with my pride; not that I had any of that
anymore, if in fact I ever did.

I
only ate a quarter of what was on my plate. It was delicious, but food wasn’t
what I hungered for. I reached for more wine, but Daniel caught my wrist
easily. “That’s enough for you.”

His
grip was tight as I struggled to pull away. “I’m not a child. You can’t control
me and—”

With
a swift action, I was suddenly in his lap. My wrists were firmly held by one of
his hands while the other gripped my face. “I do control you, Mattie. You seem
to have trouble understanding that.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek with his
cold lips. “Your livelihood, your existence, your
happiness
; I control
it all.” Another kiss was delivered to my jaw, which made me lift my head and
extend my neck almost in invitation.
Damn body, damn wine, making me react
this way…

But
at the same time, a chill went down my spine at his words. Everything he said
was true. He’d taken my home; he’d made me into a lovesick fool…

“Why?”
I rasped out as his mouth touched the base of my neck. This time it was an open
mouthed kiss and I felt it suck onto my skin like he was trying to drink my
blood. I shivered, nearly in lust as he released my face and moved his hand
down beneath my skirt as he continued to attack my neck with vampire like
kisses. He stroked me gently and his mouth kissed me harder, sure to leave me
with a ring of bright marks damaging my white neck.

“Your
father ruined my mother. He took all her money with his scams and left her
destitute,” he murmured against my skin. His fingers never paused stroking me
as he spoke, if anything, they became more urgent. It was hard to process his
words with his fingers masterfully playing with me, but part of my mind wasn’t
shocked. My father had screwed over a lot of people. I sucked in breaths as he
brought me close to cumming and I felt myself clench around his fingers. “But
that’s not the only time your family has hurt mine. I might let you know that
another time, if you’re obedient.” His voice was soft and sensual; as if he
weren’t speaking of revenge. It was hard to concentrate and I let out a soft
moan as I tried to arch toward him and push those fingers deeper in me. I was
so close, but I wanted his cock. I wanted to be filled up completely by him.
“So I thought what would be more perfect than to make the spoiled Larsen
princess into a dirty little
whore
.”

The
word
whore
spun in my mind like a cruel, spiked Morningstar, crashing
and piercing into my brain. But my body wasn’t doing what my mind said; it was
doing what
he
wanted.

“P-please,”
I whimpered as his fingers began to slow and I felt my climax slipping away. “I
have to…I have to…”

A
slow smile spread over his face, and his fingers were withdrawn from my aching,
wet pussy before any satisfaction was achieved. I looked at him in horror and
wanted to sob. Since when had the need to cum turned me into such a needy, empty-headed
slut? Even with his mean words, all I wanted was release, as if his horrible
comments were turning me on more and more.

“This
is revenge. Why would I make cumming easy for you?” he asked, his eyes
searching me as if waiting for me to amuse him.

I
swallowed, staring back at him as I tried to breathe deeply to get myself under
control. Amazed that the thing that I cared about most right now was the
throbbing between my legs.

“Come
in now!” he called, his eyes never leaving me. I darted an urgent look to the
doors that opened. Several servants, including the woman marched in. I could
read nothing on their faces; they all looked serious like they’d never laughed
in their lives. They lined up beside the table and waited. I looked to Daniel
questioningly and he gave me a mocking smile.

“Relax,
Mattie. I thought you could give them a show. Remember at the farmhouse when
you got up on the table and slid you fingers in and out of that drenched pussy
of yours? I thought that we could re-enact that for them.” He spoke so softly
as he stole all of my dignity. I shook my head at him, wide-eyed. I couldn’t,
this was different than the things that I had done in a room filled with
strangers. Those things were being done
too
me. This would be me
exhibiting myself horrifically for a group of people who I would need to see
again. And they were
servants.
My aunt would be turning in her grave. I
would have laughed at that thought if my heart weren’t beating so hard that I
was sure that it would fail.

“I
won’t.” My voice sounded thin and weak.

His
hand came up to grip my chin gently and he stared direct into my eyes. “Oh,
Mattie. Look at you finding a backbone,” he mocked. He leaned forward so his
mouth was right by my ear. “You will do it, because if you don’t I’ll make sure
that you lose your job. I can do that, and I think that you know it. Not only
that, I’ll ensure that no one else will hire you. I’ll get you kicked out of
your apartment. I’ll ruin your credit rating. Mattie, I will make sure that
everyone you know will alienate you and you will be left with nowhere to go. By
the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be on your hands and knees, begging me
for mercy and if you’re lucky I might give you a job at one of my clubs and
depending on how much you’ve pissed me off, it might be one of the lower class
one’s where you’ll be crawling from degenerate to degenerate, begging to suck
them off.” He released my chin and moved back from me.

 I
couldn’t look at him. Instead I just stared at my hands and wondered why they
weren’t shaking and why I was still breathing. I wanted to open my mouth and
tell him that I didn’t care. I wanted to walk out of there with my head high
and dignity intact. But I knew that neither would happen. This man had power
over me. He had the type of power that my family had once wielded over a small
town, except his was over a city, and reached far further. He could crush me if
he wanted to and make my pathetic life go from bad to hell.

I
still didn’t look at him as I slipped from his knee, keeping my eyes firmly on
the floor. I slowly crawled up onto the table, the polished wood was hard and
smooth underneath me and I could see my reflection. My hair hung around my face
and big eyes stared back at me. This girl was familiar — she was downtrodden
and obedient. She would do as she was told.

I
didn’t want to look at her any longer so I bit my lip and turned onto my back.
My eyes were firmly fixed on the ceiling with its intricate artwork and
delicate gold leaf. My hand scraped down my body, past breasts with nipples
that were already hard, down my flat stomach and snaked underneath the bottom
of the dress. I was still wet down there from Daniel’s torment. I ran my
fingers along my folds, feeling how slick I was, how
dirty
I was. I
imagined my skin turning pink in shame, blushing even down
there
. My
fingers searched around and I found my clit. I gave it a tentative touch and
stroked it softly. Maybe I didn’t really have to cum, maybe I could just fake it
like I had all those times with Josh.

“Come
on, Mattie. You can do better than that,” coaxed Daniel. “Pull back the hood
and give that little part of you the attention that you’re dying for.”

I
still kept my eyes on the ceiling. I couldn’t bear to look at him as I obeyed.
I began to touch where it was unbearably sensitive, shivering as my fingers
brushed over it and what felt like lightning shot through me. I let out a gasp.
I had never really explored by body so intimately like this before, even that
time at the farmhouse, and when I was alone, it was through the safety of my
panties. Somehow, that made it seem less dirty.

But
this, this was so fucking intimate, compounded by having an audience. I
envisioned their eyes on my naked pussy. Were they judging me? Laughing at me?
Getting turned on? That latter thought spurred me on and I went for it. I
didn’t care about anything anymore. I didn’t care that I was being forced to do
this and should have been burning with shame. All that mattered was that I got
myself off.

I
moaned and thrust up, unable to keep my hips flat on the table anymore as my
fingers rubbed then dipped into the slick of my pussy. I pulled up my dress so
that I could feel the cold of the table of my bare behind and the cool air of
the room on my breasts. I rolled and pinched at my nipples as I got closer and
closer to cumming. A continual animal noise emitted from me as I gasped, unable
to keep my eyes open as I sunk into pure bliss. I was so close, so—

A
cock was pushed deep inside me, and my eyes flared open to see Daniel looming
above me; his dark eyes on me as he started to thrust in and out. I kept my
eyes glued to him and I kept playing with my clit and my breasts as he filled
me up and pounded away, faster and faster. I watched him as I came. Even as it
all washed over me and I became an ecstatic mess, I still took joy in the
twisting on his face as he came. It was like he, for once, was the vulnerable
one.

As
he made his last thrust, he gripped onto my thighs, holding me in place, as he stayed
deep within me. It was like he was scratching an itch that had never been
reached before me and I would have kept him buried between my legs like that
forever. He seemed to be panting as he squeezed his eyes closed like he was
trying to recover. Sweat from his hair dripped down onto me, and I saw that as
almost a triumph that I had made him as breathless as he had made me.