This Darkest Man Page 10

  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.

  Finally, he opened his eyes and twisted his head to where the forgotten servants stood, silent and in a line. “Get out,” he ordered to them. Quietly and obediently, they turned and filed from the room. The only noise was the swishing of the long black skirts of the woman, as she was the last out the door. It swung closed behind her.

  I looked back at Daniel. He wasn’t looking at me now, his head was down and staring at spot on the table and I wondered what he saw in his own reflection. We stayed like that for what seemed like a long time. Not speaking, just attached by his cock enclosed in my wetness and warmth. Finally, he shifted his eyes to me and slowly slid out of me. He stepped back so no part of him touched me, and I moved up into a sitting position, closing my legs although it was a farce to care about modesty now. I pulled down my dress to cover my nipples that were still hard and tender.

  “What now?” I asked him, “How will you humiliate me next?”

  He pulled his pants up, casual like he hadn’t just fucked me in front of his employees. “You like it. You find it exciting, or at least your body does.” Then he turned and walked from the room, leaving me like a forgotten meal on the table.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I made my way back to the bedroom on shaky legs. I should have felt disgusting with cum down my thighs but I didn’t; this was a place of debauchery. No one escorted me or shepherded me, for which I was thankful because the thought of facing those servants again made me cringe. I ran a bath and sunk into the steaming water. My bottom ached slightly from the earlier spanking, but it wasn’t a bad pain. I lay my head back and closed my eyes, utterly exhausted. So Daniel’s mother was one of the many poor souls that my father had destroyed with his greed. There were thousands of them and it would be no surprise if every single one of them fantasized about making me crawl at their feet. But he had said that was just one of the reasons, what were the others? And was he going to destroy me regardless?

  I would have drifted off to sleep in the hot bath water, but a hand tangled in my hair and yanked my head up. My eyes widened in alarm and I gave a gasp. That unrelenting hand forced me to look Daniel right in the eye.

  “You wer
e going under. I don’t want you to drown.”

  I scowled at him. “I don’t know why’d you’d care? You seem intent on drowning me.”

  He lips quirked up in a smile. “I suppose that you’re right. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I’m having a party tonight and you’re invited. The guests should be here soon.”

  Dread overcame me. “And will this be another humiliating punishment for me?” I asked bitterly. His hand still stayed in my hair so that my neck was arched up, making me feel all the more vulnerable.

  He gave a slight nod, looking amused. “That’s right, and if you’re good and obedient, I’ll let you go tomorrow so you’ll be well rested for work.”

  “How kind of you. Do I still have a job?” I snapped out, which was no easy feat with the stinging in my scalp.

  “For now.” He released me abruptly and my hands went to my hair automatically. “Your outfit’s on the bed. Margaret will be in to dress you shortly.”

  He stood and turned to leave.

  “Why else do you have this vendetta against me? You said that there were other reasons?” I called after him desperately. “Don’t I have a right to know?”

  He paused but didn’t bother to face me. “Just make sure you’re good tonight.” Then he left and I splashed the water in frustration. When were these games going to end, and worse, what was going to happen tonight? I splashed again, sending a wave of water out of the tub.

  “You’re getting water everywhere.” The woman, Margaret, walked in with a towel in her arms. Her lips, as always, were pursed in disapproval. I scowled at her in a way that I never would have dared with my aunt. She responded by grabbing my wrist and hauling me out of the water. “Out you get. I won’t have everyone waiting on your sluttish self.” Another yank and I fell from the bath, sliding onto the slippery floor. Once again, her surprising strength hauled me up, pulling my naked and wet form behind her as she entered the bedroom. Then she proceeded to scrub me with the towel under the guise of drying me but in reality it felt like she was trying to rub the skin from me. She spent a lot of time on my tender bottom and between my legs. I could tell that she was hiding a grin as I hissed in my discomfort. After I was dried, she picked up the outfit from the bed. “Looks like you’re a little slave girl tonight.”

  She fastened the bra on me. Although it was like no conventional bra that I had ever seen. It was formed of leather straps that created triangles around my breasts so they would remain uncovered. The panties were also leather and crotch less. She made me stand in front of the mirror after she dressed me, and I nearly wept. My pert breasts stood out against the black and my pink nipples were there for everyone to see.

  “Why bother with this? Why not just have me completely naked?” I whimpered. She tilted her head and gave me a smile that could nearly be construed as sympathetic.

  “You must agree, this is far more humiliating,” she said sweetly, mirth in her eyes.

  I shook my head at her. “You’re just as sadistic as he is,” I said through gritted teeth.

  She looked thoughtful. “Actually, dear, I think that I’m more sadistic, he’s more of an exhibitionist.” Then she wrapped a leather collar snugly around my neck and fastened it as my heart started to beat faster. The last touch was a leash. “There, don’t you look pretty? Now, on your knees.”

  “I hate you,” I told her.

  “My dear, I couldn’t care less. Now get on your hand and knees before I drag you out. Carpet burn’s particularly nasty on breasts, although,” she reached out and tweaked one of my nipples and made me jump, “these would look quite nice raw and red.”

  I looked away from her and slowly sunk down to my hands and knees. I began to move as she pulled on the leash, feeling so much like the dog that everyone used to torment me that I was. My eyes stung a little with tears and I sniffed, before shaking my head in determination. He wanted to see me bowed and hurting; I wouldn’t give him all of the satisfaction. I would never let him see me cry. I crawled down the stairs, hesitating when I heard the sound of talking and laughter. Margaret gave me a nasty pull with the leash and I had no choice but to follow her into what sounded like a crowd of people.

  They were dressed up. Tuxedos and evening gowns, even a tiara or two. They drank champagne and laughed as I was forced to crawl at their feet. I ended up hanging my head in shame as I followed at the heels of Margaret. When we were in the center of the room, I was allowed to stand and strong male arms took hold of me. They were bare chested slave boys, and one of them I recognized as the boy from the coffee shop.

  “How’s it going, Mattie,” he whispered in my ear with a grin, but that grin soon faded when he must have seen the distraught look in my eyes. He leaned in closer. “It’ll be okay. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

  “Thank you,” I breathed to him, aware now that every part of me was shaking. “I need a blindfold, can you get me one?”

  “No blindfold!” barked out Margaret. “It’s his orders.”

  He gave me a sympathetic look. “Sorry.” He stroked my hair gently. “Don’t even worry about them. Half wish that they were in your place right now. Just relax, okay? I’m going to put you in the stocks now.”

  I tensed. “The what?”

  He turned me so I could see the instrument of polished wood in which my head and wrists would be trapped. My eyes widened in panic. “You can’t be serious.”

  He gripped my chin gently. “You’ll enjoy it, okay? Just go with it and relax.” I found myself nodding and another slave boy took me from him and proceeded to bend me over, placing my neck and wrists in securely before placing the top over and locking it in place. I couldn’t help but struggle. Being trapped like this was surreal. I felt foolish being so immobile, yet wanton with my bottom sticking out invitingly. I felt hands grip my ankles and spread my legs apart, then they too were fastened to something on the floor. Hands were immediately on my ass, rubbing at the tenderness. It was still slightly red from earlier and I felt my face flush at the thought that everyone probably knew that I had already been punished.

  But then the mouth was on my pussy and all thoughts flew out the window as I gasped with both shock and pleasure. Then Daniel came into view, handsome and dressed in a tuxedo, he carried a glass of champagne and lifted into my lips as the slave boy beneath me worked his magic. I drank, although it was awkward in this position and much of it spilled to the floor.

  “You’re so dirty,” Daniel told me, reaching out and stroking my hair as I started to jerk as sensations electrified my pussy. “They’re all staring at you. They know that you’re a slave to your body. It’s like a toy; it overrules your mind at every turn. I’m humiliating you, and you love it. I own you, and that turns you on.”

  I couldn’t speak because my throat was paralyzed by the lust that I was feeling right at that second. I was very nearly drooling as my cunt was being played with the way that Daniel played with my life.

  “What do you want right now?” he asked. “Your freedom, or to be fucked?”

  I jerked again and gasped as another jolt went through me. Freedom is what I should have said. I should have begged to let out of the humiliating stocks, be given my clothes and walk out with what was left of my dignity and into the night.

  “Fuck me,” I croaked.

  His lips turned up in a ghost of a smile. “Louder.”

  “Fuck me,” I whined.

  “Louder.”

  “Fuck me!” I screamed. “Please, please fuck me now. Please, please, please.” Laughter swirled around me, but I didn’t care; that mouth was teasing me so much that I couldn’t bear it. I needed Daniel in me now.

  And for once, he complied. The mouth disappeared from me and Daniel moved swiftly behind me and thrust into me with no warning. I let out a wail of pleasure as I thrust back to meet him as best that I could. His hands clawed into my bare ass as he thrust harder and harder into me. I cried out and shivered and shook as I came and he slipped out of me. It was lucky that I was
so trussed and bound because I couldn’t have supported myself as I hung there, spent and satiated.

  And that’s how they left me. The slave boys, Margaret, Daniel, they all disappeared leaving me fucked and bound; on display for any pervert who wished to run their hands over my flesh, dip their fingers into my pussy or pinch my breasts. And they did all three. These well-dressed wealthy people treated me like I was a toy for their amusement. I could do nothing but wait there and take it. No one fucked me though, or made me do anything with my mouth. What they did do was play with me until I was brought nearly to orgasm before withdrawing at the last moment which drove me crazy with need and lust.

  I felt inhuman, like all I was just a body and there was nothing else to me. But I didn’t care. Right at that moment, nothing else mattered except getting my release; and these strangers were not going to give me that. All they wanted to do was torture me.

  Daniel returned at some stage, and stood watching me, an amused look on his face. Someone behind me, man or woman I didn’t know, was stroking gently down between my bottom cheeks, from anus to pussy, smearing my wetness around my little hole and lightly prodding with a finger. It made me tense with fear, while at the same time it made me absolutely excited. The finger delved in deeper and I let out a moan while my face flamed due to the fact that Daniel was in front of me, watching me in my uncontrolled state.

  “Please,” I whispered to him. “Let me cum. I’ll do anything.” I let out another moan as that finger slipped in further.

  “Anything?” Daniel raised an eyebrow.

  “I’ll…I could suck you,” I rasped. This was nearly unbearable, if someone didn’t touch my clit soon…

  “In front of everyone? Down on your knees and degraded?”

  “Yes,” I panted, squeezing my eyes shut as the finger began to slowly move in and out of me. Daniel must have made some kind of signal because the finger was withdrawn and I was being released from the stocks. Hands helped my stiff limbs from where they were trapped and guided me down to my knees. When I opened my eyes again, Daniel stood in front of me, looking down on me like he truly was the master and I was the slave. Without even thinking about it, I began to free him from his pants. An unbelievable excitement coursed through me. I wanted my mouth on him; I wanted to drive him crazy. I licked at his already hard member, only vaguely aware of the circle of onlookers around us. I dragged my tongue from the base to the tip and relished in his intake of breath and slight jump as I found his most sensitive area and began to acquaint my tongue with it. It wasn’t long before he was gripping the back of my neck and guiding himself into me, filling my mouth and beginning to fuck it. I let one hand slip down between my legs and began to stroke myself, excited that I was getting him off. I came before him, crying out with my cock filled mouth and nearly weeping in relief. He was getting close, I could tell and I prepared myself for the inevitable onslaught of his cum in my mouth.