We’re here again…
At The Dark Odyssey.
My body comes alive with the anticipation of what we’ll be doing tonight. Earlier, Vincent said we’d be doing something adventurous.
We’re in his lounge again. I’ve just arrived, and this time, he was waiting for me. In the periphery of my vision, I can see the couples across from us having sex. However, my focus is on the man before me, who’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
I believe it when he looks at me like that. It makes me believe he wants me.
Underneath that stare are lust and dark desire that have my head spinning.
Tonight, he wanted me to wear red. Just like that first time, he walks around me, assessing me.
He stops behind me and brings the hem of the slip I’m wearing up to my waist, exposing my ass. I glance over my shoulder at him, and he gazes back with that wild hold that captures me.
I’m a goner when he runs his fingers over my ass. His touch feels so good I don’t quite register or care that he’s not the only one who can see my ass. The bartender and the waitress can see too, but I guess for them this is the norm here.
“Your perfect ass looks good in this color,” Vincent says and makes his way back in front of me. He’s not done, though, with his admiration. Before I can answer, he bends down and rubs his fingers over my pussy lips. “And so does your pussy.”
The flame of vibrancy in his eyes leaves me speechless.
“I’m glad I please you.”
“You do. Come, let’s go play.”
Play…
What will we be doing tonight? We actually didn’t do that much last time in the way of exploring the club. I did my research. Last night, I looked up the club and learned they have all sorts of things here. From themed rooms you can live out any fantasy in to a sex dungeon.
We’re going downstairs in the elevator… Does that mean we’re going somewhere dungeon-like?
“What are we doing tonight?” I ask him.
He leans against the wall of the elevator and looks me over. “Something interesting. I’m making the most of my time with you.”
I can’t believe the days have flown by so quickly.
In twelve days, I’ll be in Florida and won’t owe him anymore.
How will I forget this?
Forget him?
I’ve been thinking about it, and I realize there’s no way I can, and I don’t want to.
“You’ll like it,” he adds, brushing a soft finger over my cheek.
The doors open, and we walk out onto a stone floor. My heels click against it. It’s colder down here.
As we turn the corner, I see two large doors and a couple come out of them. As they do, I hear the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. I know what I’m hearing, and I imagine it.
Last time, Vincent said I hadn’t been tied to his bed yet. It’s funny how that didn’t freak me out as much as the thought of being shared.
We walk past the doors and head further down an adjacent path that leads out to another set of doors. These are a deep oak Gothic style with wrought iron anvil-shaped handles.
The beauty immediately piques my interest.
They open automatically for us as we approach, and my breath is taken away by more beauty as we walk into a garden surrounded by purple and white orchids with a waterfall flowing into a lily pond.
My lips part in complete surprise. I would never have thought that such a garden would exist here. It feels so out of place for the club, and actually the city. It has an exotic feel to it that makes me think of somewhere in South America or Japan.
It’s breathtaking and enhanced by miniature lights that almost look like stage lights spotlighting each area, so it gets your undivided attention.
“You like?” he asks, seeing me openly admiring the place.
“This is amazing,” I breathe.
He guides me past the waterfall, and when we turn the corner, two enormous apple trees with bright red apples hanging from it greet us.
At first, I’m amazed. I’ve never seen apple trees so big. Then I see thick twined ropes draped over one of the sturdy branches. In that instant, a wild, sexy thought comes to me, and I think I might know what we’ll be up to tonight.
We stop by the closest tree, and he releases his hold on me.
“This is Eden,” he says.
“Like the Garden of Eden?” I surmise. It definitely fits. All except the rope from the tree.
“Yeah.” He walks right up to the rope and takes the end. “I want tonight to be a little different.”
“Like how?” I ask even though I have a pretty good idea.
“Like last week. I want us to be those two people again who met in the coffee shop, except now you know I like things a little darker than you’re used to, and… you’re curious.”
I stare at him, thinking about what he’s saying. Last week, we pretended that we’d just met, and nothing else happened. Nothing with Dad. Since then, it’s been like pieces of the fantasy spilled over into reality.
Throughout this whole week, I’ve had times when I had to remind myself of what’s real and that I shouldn’t have feelings for this man. I shouldn’t do this to myself, especially now knowing that we’re supposed to end in less than two weeks.
If we go back to that fantasy again, I don’t know if I’d be able to get my mind to leave it and step out of the world of make-belief.
How could I say no, though, when he looks at me the way he is?
“I’m curious.” I play along, feeling myself slip into the temptation of him.
He comes back to me. “You are, especially when I bring you here. I have this fantasy of taking complete control over you. You tied to this tree.” He leans in close to my ear. “You tied to this tree while I fuck you and take more than just your body. Would that scare you, Ava?”
I turn my face into his, brushing my cheek against the scruff of his jaw.
Holding his gaze, I stare deep into those dark eyes of his, and what I see is something I want.
I admitted it. I want it. I want him.
I’ll accept the truth of my insanity for feeling for him. There are worse things in my life that I’ve had to accept. This is something I’ll choose.
“No,” I answer, and a sinful smile slides up the corners of his mouth.
“Will you allow me to truly do whatever I want to you?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“I want to.”
It’s then that the predatory look returns to his eyes. Watching a man like him lust after me makes my damn mouth water and desire pool deep between my thighs.
“Will it hurt?”
“I’d never hurt you,” he answers, and I believe him.
I think back to that night again when I begged him to spare Dad’s life. I hoped he wouldn’t hurt me. He hasn’t.
He pushes the straps of my slip down my shoulders. It’s loosely fitted, so that’s all it takes for it to fall off me, slithering down the length of my body until it gathers at my feet, leaving me in just the thong.
“Your safe word is Red. You can use that now.”
I bite back a smile remembering last week when I said it.
“Okay.”
“Say it… and I stop.” He tugs on the edge of my panties and crouches down to take them off.
He does so slowly, his fingers brushing over my skin, leaving a fiery trail in their wake. He gazes up at me when I step out of the thong and plants a kiss to the smooth skin of my mound.
Rising, he takes my hand and leads me over to the trees. The cool air glides over my back, and I sense that there must be somewhere nearby where there’s a more open space, like another door.
The coolness on my skin is perfect in contrast to the heat from him.
He reaches for the first piece of rope and takes my right arm. A closer look at the tree shows some little loopholes drilled into the trunk so the rope can go through easily and stay at that height. That’s exactly what happens as he ties the rope around my wrists and secures it. It’s when he does my other arm that I feel panic rise in my lungs.
This is different to what we do normally, and nothing in comparison to anything I’ve ever done. I don’t even know why I’m thinking about what I’ve done.
I’ve had three boyfriends, none serious, and that was my fault. I didn’t want serious, so I picked guys who would never be serious about a relationship.
There was the banker who was always away travelling from one country to the next, the travel writer who wanted to move to Australia, and then the lawyer who was perhaps the closest I got to serious, but he cared more about his career than me.
I felt nothing when we broke up. I felt nothing when we were together.
I felt nothing with any of them.
With Vincent, I’ve felt everything, and I’m about to feel more.
The rope holds my arms in place. He gets to work on my legs too, and as he ties the last knot, it seals me to him. It’s like I’ve handed myself over to him. At least before, it was just my body. Now, it feels like handing over control has delivered the key to unlock the rest of me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, checking the ropes. “It’s not too tight?” He slips a finger between my wrist and the bind to check.
“No, I’m okay,” I answer, although there’s a slight quiver in my voice.
“Good girl.”
It becomes better, and my panic fades when he shrugs out of his shirt and steps out of his pants and boxers.
I could never tire of watching him take his clothes off and seeing him naked.
Since we’re pretending we’re those people tonight, I allow myself the pleasure of taking in the perfection of him. All lean muscle, sleek and untamed pride.
From head to toe and everything in between, I love roaming over his body and running my gaze from the deep ridge of muscle lining his abs, down to the dark line of his happy trail and on to my favorite part of him. His cock.
He takes hold of it when he sees me looking and runs his fingers along the thick length, then steps closer so he can slide his fingers into my pussy. The warm tickle of his fingers against my clit makes me jump, and I feel the first noticeable thing about being tied up.
I can’t move and put my body the way I want to take his thrusts, whether it’s with his fingers or with his cock. I’m bound, and his.
A deep chuckle rumbles from his hard chest, and he starts finger-fucking me.
“Does this feel good?” he asks, looming closer. His warm breath tickles my nose, and I moan.
“Yes,” I rasp, writhing against the hold of the rope.
He lowers his mouth and starts sucking my right breast.
He’s done that so many times to me, but tonight feels different. It feels unreal and insanely better. So good the pull of an orgasm has me squirming against his fingers. I squirm and cry out, wanting so bad to move my arms and legs. At the same time, it feels like the pleasure is being held in place with the restraints. Because of that, it feels a hundred times better.
God… it feels so good, and the luxuriating sensations flows through me sweet, like something I want to feast on forever.
I come hard when he moves to my left breast and starts feasting on that one.
Time freezes, and all I feel is good. The rush of heat from his lips cascades over me, and I want more. I want it all, everything and all that he wants to do to me. I want him inside me, fucking me against the restraint of the ropes.
When he crouches down and nuzzles his face between my thighs, I know then this is just the beginning of his feast on my body.
He pushes his tongue up and starts stroking over my clit.
“Fuck, Ava,” he says and stares up at my pleasure-filled face. “Bellezza, I love how soaked you are. Always ready for my tongue or my cock, my fingers, any part of me to be inside you.”
He returns to my pussy and takes a long suck on my clit, making me throw my head back and cry out from the overload of pleasure. I sound like a mad woman who’s completely lost herself to passion.
Fuck… I’m coming again.
He takes hold of my ass and presses higher up into my pussy, forcing his tongue higher and higher, and I’m there again in the height of pleasure.
“I’m coming,” I cry, bucking against his face.
He stops and gives me a conspiratory smile. “No, hold it.”
“What?” There’s absolutely no way that I can hold this. I shuffle my feet trying to calm myself, and I start panting.
“Hold it right there until I tell you to let it go,” he commands.
I start breathing through my mouth and confuse inhales and exhales.
A wicked laugh falls from his lips as he stands and walks over to a bolder, or at least it’s what I think is a bolder. It’s not. It’s a cleverly designed stand with a little drawer that opens.
From inside the drawer, I get a peak of some objects… sex toys. He pulls out a black glossy… vibrator.
Jesus, Lord, my mouth falls open.
The vibrator has a sheath on it. Vincent pulls it off and walks back to me studying my expression.
God… I don’t even own one of those. Holly does. In fact, she’s told me she has a several. She’s the kind of girl who goes to lingerie brand parties where the goody bags always include the latest vibrator.
Here’s one thing to add to the list of things I could shock her with.
He switches it on, and there’s a humming sound.
“Red yet?” he asks.
In the mingle of watching, being restrained, holding my release, and wondering how whatever he plans to do to me will feel, I lose my mind.
I just do.
It slips from me, and I find I can’t do anything other than what I’ve been doing—agreeing.
“I want it,” I say.
That smile comes back to his face, wider this time, lifting his high cheekbones.
He moves the vibrator to my pussy, and fuck… fucking hell, I let out a sound, a shrill sound that rises several octaves. It’s how pain and pleasure sound.
I’m not sure if calling it pain is the correct term to use for me holding my orgasm, as it’s as painful as it is pleasurable.
And… now that I think of it that way, my pussy clenches then pulses, dying to explode against the hum of the vibrator.
“I can’t take it!” I wail, thrashing against the hold of the ropes and the vibrator. “I can’t… please let me come! Vincent, please. Please, ahhhh….” I wrench and gasp, and groan.
He watches in sheer delight, satisfied with what he’s done to me. He smiles, and in it lurks the predator who wants to devour its prey.
“Please…”
It’s that last plea that snaps him out of the pleasure-filled trance that’s taken him.
His face softens, and he pulls the vibrator away from me.
“Come for me, baby,” he commands, and I let go. It actually felt like I was holding the reins of pleasure with my bare hands and allowed it to slip from my grasp. As it does, fire sparks over my skin like someone ignited it with something flammable.
I come hard and fast, the rippling wave of pleasure taking me up into the sky. My head feels light, but it’s buzzing with wild energy.
I’ve never felt this before, so blissful I forget… everything. I look at him, and I forget it all. I’m able to push the past out of my mind and think of happiness.
“Feel good?”
“Yes….”
“Do you want more, Bellezza?”
“I do.” It’s like a drug to me. It feels like some kind of drug that I’m addicted to. Not the pleasure. He does.
With a wide grin, he sets down the vibrator, and I notice he’s perfectly erect and ready to fuck me. I’m ready for him too. The need I feel for him drives me insane. I think he can see it.
He walks behind me and takes hold of my hips. Being tied to the tree with his hands on my waist builds the anticipation again, but fuck, it’s the epitome of pleasure when he plunges into me. His thick cock slides right into my pussy, showing him how ready I am for him.
Pleasure bursts, pleasure burns, pleasure consumes me along with his thrusts as he ruts into me, fucking me so hard I see stars. It sends an arrow of liquid flame through my soul, and I feel all that he’s doing to me in every pore and nerve of my body.
“You’re mine, Ava…” he growls, speeding up his pumps as his grip tightens on my waist.
His…
Oh God… his, I feel it, what he was talking about. I never paid attention and truly listened to what he’d said. The words come back to me now, singing in my ear like a choir.
He said he’d take more than just my body.
He has.
My soul… I feel it. It warms to him and glows for him. It calls to him. It’s awake for him.
I belong to him…
I know it, and the thought terrifies me because I want it. I want to belong to him, and I shouldn’t.
I don’t get to worry about the next thought. The next orgasm that crashes over me steals the worries from my mind as we come together.