Chapter 6 Dark Desires
Elsie
I peeked in and froze at the sight before me.
“Oh my fucking God,” Lena screams in pleasure. “You fuck me so good baby.” She cries. Grabbing the sheets tight.,
Aiden fisted her hair as he roughly pounded into her. Her tits bounced up and down at every thrust. Her eyes met mine and she smiled.
“Fuck!” Aiden groaned. His head was tipped back, his eyes shut, “You like that? … me inside you… fucking you.” He growled.
“Yes!” She moaned, pushing back to meet his pace. “Yes, baby.” She was looking at me and smiling the entire time I stood there.
I slowly tried to step back and apologize later for walking into a scene of what looked like live pornography, but I halted at Aidens' order.
“Stop right there.” He commanded. “You are going to sit and watch.” He pointed me to a chair beside his bed, kept for this purpose. His voice was flat. It gave no room for arguments.
It hit me then, a cold, sickening clarity. They planned this. Every single detail, the phone call, the staged passion, even the open door, was all for me.
They wanted an audience. This wasn't about Lena; it was about showing the maid her place. They wanted me to see the boundaries of the Lancaster mansion, and they wanted me to feel every bit of my own uselessness.
My cheeks felt hot. I stared at the floor. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. It was like a crash on the road. It was awful, but I was forced to look.
“You are to watch us, and not the floor, bitch.” Lena growled. “Watch him do to me what you can only wish for, but will never have.”
Aiden pulls out, her juice glistening on his cock, keeping just the tip inside then slammed into her much harder.
She gasped, biting her lower lip as he fucked her. Her eyes never left mine. She was enjoying my misery.
My own breathing sped up. It was shallow and fast. I tried to control it. My body felt heavy and slow. I couldn’t move. I couldn't stop looking.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a trapped bird trying to escape. I imagined his hands on me instead. I imagined his weight pressing me against the wall. The thought was vile. He was a criminal, a brute, a killer. But the vile thoughts did not stop the heat.
My nipples ached. I pressed my thighs together under my skirt. My juice flooded my panties and ran down my thighs. It made me hate myself. It made me feel like I deserved the punishment, the cold chair, and the forced viewing. If I reacted to his cruelty this way, maybe I was just as broken as he was.
Aiden lifted his head. He didn’t pull away from Lena. His hand rested on her hip, holding her in place as he thrust. He looked over her shoulder. His eyes found mine instantly.
He saw everything. My hand is in my skirt, cupping my pussy. Fuck. He saw what I was feeling. He saw the shame on my face. He saw my fast breathing. He saw the way my hand clenched the armrest of the chair. And he knew about the heat. He knew what this display was doing to me. He knew it was working.
His mouth curved into a slow, satisfied smirk. It wasn't a smile for Lena. It was a private, dangerous look meant only for me. It was a confession: I know what you want. And you hate yourself for it.
He reached for Lena’s lips, kissing her as he looked at me. His eyes never leave mine.
He was using her to punish me. He was using her to show me the kind of passion he was capable of, the kind of control he had. And he was enjoying my inner struggle
The arousal felt like acid. It was burning me from the inside out. I wished so badly that it was me. I wished it were my mouth he was claiming. I wished it were my humiliation that was leading to this sudden, wicked attention.
But as he continued driving his shaft in deep, brutal strokes, I saw every bit of her begin to crumble. Lena was thrown into a surreal moment of time and space, her moans escalating.
Aiden's guttural sounds continued. I could hear the sounds of Lena’s panting increasing and I felt her orgasm inch closer.
“Oh. Oh. Oh…”
“Yes, come for me,” he commanded and within seconds, she went limp and collapsed onto the bed.
Aiden’s sounds changed, becoming more ragged, I knew he was close to coming. Every part of Lena was trembling, he thrust harder and faster, his body tensing.
That’s the moment he exploded deep inside her.
“That was so fucking hot.” She said, panting.
He pulled out of her and walked over to where I was seated. His naked form towered over me like a giant over an ant. His cock was half-hard, coated in Lena’s juice and his own cum.
Shoving his cock in my face, “Open your mouth.” Aiden’s voice was harsh, rougher even than usual, and I’m too afraid to even think about disobeying. As soon as I do as he said, “you are going to take my cock in your mouth like the good girl that you are, and clean me up…”
Lena lay in bed wearing a smug smile, enjoying every bit of my humiliation.
I wrapped my hand around his impossibly thick length as he groaned. It throbs in my hand, cum still sliding down the shaft, and I look up at him, wondering what he wants me to do.
“In your mouth, Elsie.”
I leaned forward tentatively, dragging my tongue over the skin. He tastes faintly salty with Lena’s juice on it, the texture strange, and I trace upwards with the tip of my tongue, not entirely sure what I’m doing.
“You haven’t sucked a cock before?” He asked, aware of my struggle. “Well, hurry up.” Aiden spreads his legs wider, his hands on his waist.
He grabs the back of my head, and I realize that he’s not going to let me ease into it.
Instead, his hips bucked forward as he pushed my head down, his cock shoving into the back of my throat. I choke, gagging on his thickness, my throat spasming around his dick.
He thrusts hard like he might if he were actually inside of me, fucking my mouth with a force that might knock me over if he weren’t holding onto my head.
This was not normal. This was dark. This was wrong. But the dark felt compelling. The wrong felt right.
He had won. He owned my fear. He owned my body’s dark, secret desire. I was his. I was theirs.