This Darkest Man Page 8

  It was hard to concentrate when all I could think of was Daniel, the snake that was tormenting me. But some of the torment you like…

  Even those thoughts made my face flame, but they also made me wet between my legs. So much so that I ended up going to the bathroom to check that the telltale wetness hadn’t seeped through my skirt. Could people smell it? Could they sense that last night I had been on display while a trio of gorgeous men had explored my body? When I exited the toilet cubicle, the bathroom was empty. I stared into the mirror. Something about me was different, I felt different. I ran a hand through my hair, messing it slightly, then I bit my lip and winked at myself.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I worked late to make up for my earlier tardiness, not to mention the fact that I had nothing to do but return to my empty apartment and eat a meal-for-one. It was cool by the time I emerged from the office building. I hugged my arms around myself as I prepared for the trudge home. But I stopped short when I saw the black foreboding car waiting there and the driver walking toward me.

  “Miss Larsen, Mr. Hellman is waiting for you,” the unsmiling driver said.

  “W-what do you mean, waiting for me?” I struggled to get those words out, keeping at a safe distance from him.

  “Mr. Hellman would like to have you for dinner. With all due respect, ma’am, he doesn’t like to be kept waiting. We should be going.” He held out a hand to me, and I took a step away, nearly stumbling.

  “I’m not going anywhere with—”

  The driver sighed and withdrew the hand, reaching into his pocket instead. “This is for you, Miss Larsen.”

  I looked at him warily, before snapping out a hand to snatch the simple white card from him.

  I’ll answer this question after dinner: Why the torment?

  I stared at the card. That was exactly what I wanted to know, but did I want to risk playing his games?

  “We should be going, ma’am.” The driver gently took my arm and led me to the car where the door was open and waiting for me, and I let him without a struggle. Once ensconced on the soft leather of the seat, the door slammed shut behind me and I jumped, feeling trapped. What was I doing? This was a mistake. At once, my hands went to open the door, but again, it was locked. Then the car roared to life and we were moving. The partition between the front and back was up. I located the button that was meant to lower it, but when I pushed it furiously, nothing happened. I gave up with a sigh. I didn’t just feel trapped. I was trapped.

  Out the windows, I saw that we were heading out of the city and that made me start to panic. Where the hell was he taking me? The skyline soon changed from formidable skyscrapers to rolling green hills and forest as we ended up on roads that I had never been on before. Before long, it was too dark to see anything at all. I took deep breaths to calm myself. This was just Daniel playing another of his cruel games. It was how he got his kicks. You’ll be fine, Matilda. Just fine…

  But I really wasn’t that sure.

  When the car finally came to a stop and the driver opened the door for me, I fell out of the car in my haste to escape. The driver was too slow to catch me and I fell in a heap at his feet on a cobbled drive. His firm hand helped me up. I saw that we were outside a gothic style mansion. The outdoor lighting meant that I could tell even in the night that the brick walls were grey. It looked dour and grim, and I half expected a fog to rise up around it.

  “Off you go, ma’am. They’re waiting for you.” I heard the driver close his door, before starting the engine and driving off. I stared after him in alarm as I stood outside this scary place all alone. There was nowhere to go, so I gingerly walked up to the entrance where two enormous oak doors stood. One of the doors was pulled open for me before I even knocked.

  A thin lipped, sour-looking woman opened the door. She didn’t give me any kind of smile, just a near grunt of acknowledgment as she nodded with her head for me to enter. I took a breath and stepped through into a grand entranceway. The furniture was antique and the paintings that hung on the walls all looked vaguely familiar; and something told me that they must have been originals.

  “This way,” the woman said briskly, her long black skirts swishing as she walked. I followed her up the curving staircase and down a dark hallway as she led me into a bedroom. It was like we had stepped back in time, with a four poster bed covered in sumptuous fabrics, and antique furniture placed around the room. The only thing modern was the adjoining bathroom, which I saw through an open door.

  “You’re to shower. I’ll lay your outfit on your bed. Go on,” she ordered me.

  I frowned at her. “Outfit?”

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “Hurry up. He hates being kept waiting. He gets mean,” she snapped, bundling a towel into my arms and pushing me through to the bathroom. Once I was inside, she stepped out and closed the door behind me. I waited a few moments, before stripping off my clothes and stepping under the hot spray of the shower. What was Daniel up to now?

  I showered quickly, her words playing through my mind. He gets mean…

  By the time I stepped into the bedroom with a towel around me, it was empty. On the large bed lay some skimpy, nearly transparent fabric. I picked up a piece, and all that I could fathom was that it was a very skimpy, see-through bikini top with a matching thong. Why bother making me wear anything at all? He could humiliate me just as well by making me go completely naked.

  Though when I put it on, I could see what his thinking was. The outfit was more humiliating than nothing at all. It provided no coverage at all, while obviously drawing attention to my breasts and crotch. It was like an invitation to stare, and worse, it made me looked like some dirty girl who begged for attention.

  “I can’t do this,” I whispered to myself in the mirror. Although, I hadn’t seen anyone else here except for the sour servant, perhaps it was just Daniel and I. He had already had his mouth on every part of me anyway, there was need to be embarrassed in front of that bastard. That was exactly what he wanted, I registered, for me to be humiliated. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he affected me, I told myself with determination.

  All the same, I scrambled to cover myself with my hands when the woman returned. She cast her scathing eyes over me before giving a nod and approaching me. “Hold out your hands in front of you.”

  “Why?”

  Her rough hand grabbed a wrist and began to bind it with a soft cord that seemed to be the same material at the bikini, and then she grabbed my other wrist and did the same.

  “What are you doing?” I began to struggle but she gripped my wrists tighter as she looked me in the eye.

  “I don’t take orders from you, young lady,” she said in a vicious voice that reminded me of my aunt. If she hadn’t been holding me so tightly, I would have shrunk back from her.

  “S-sorry,” I stuttered automatically, the old fear of my aunt returning. I stood there, docile but shaking as she firmly bound my wrists together with her deceptively soft cord. I didn’t dare ask her what was about to happen. The last thing she did was to draw a blindfold over my eyes and securely fasten it behind my head. I felt my heart beat nearly return to normal once all the light was blocked out, even though common sense was telling me that this should have made me even more afraid.

  A sharp tug on my bound wrists made me stumble forward, only just regaining my footing as she pulled me along. “Mind the steps,” she barked, holding me with surprising strength as she directed me down the staircase. I managed to make it down without falling as my bound hands grasped at the railing. When we arrived at the bottom, my ear was given a firm tug and I felt the woman’s warm breath on my cheek.

  “You’re not to speak unless spoken to, understand? Otherwise I’ll need to gag you. You don’t want them all to see you drool around the gag do you?

  They?

  I shook my head, not able to speak even if I had wanted to. I was so glad of the blindfold and the slight anonymity it gave but I still shook with fear as I was led
along blindly. I heard voices and laughing from a distance, and then the squeak of a door opening as I was led through it.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” Daniel’s rich voice rang out above the conversations. “Dessert has arrived.”

  “Get up on the table,” the woman hissed at me, placing my hands on a smooth polished surface, which was warm so it must have been wood. She yanked me up by my thighs so I was forced onto my hands and knees on the table while titters of laughter were all around me. I was surrounded. I wanted to run, but could just imagine myself crawling blindly around on the table as I searched for escape and losing even the meager bit of dignity that I had left.

  Hands were on me, forcing me onto my back and stretching my arms out above my head where they were somehow secured there. A small whimper of fear emitted from me involuntarily.

  “She’s adorable,” I heard a woman say. “Look at those breasts. Her nipples are so inviting.” A hand stroked at my breast through the poor excuse for a top and I felt my nipple harden beneath the touch.

  “Let the chefs work. You’ll have your chance, Lois,” laughed a man.

  “But she’s so responsive,” complained the woman, but she withdrew her hand all the same. I felt motion near me, and the only garments that I wore were whisked away from me. Then something warm and sticky began to be painted over my chest and I smelled chocolate. Then over that, something else was placed on me —cream perhaps. I lay there in a daze as my body was decorated. I only struggled slightly when my legs were pulled apart.

  “Behave, Mattie,” Daniel whispered in my ear, and I ceased struggling and lay there like a helpless doll, waiting to be played with. Something was pushed up me and I gasped in shock.

  “I get the banana,” called out the voice of that Lois woman.

  My legs were then lifted skyward, and my bottom was revealed. Surely they wouldn’t? Who would eat something from there? How disgusting…

  “Mmm, strawberry. That’s mine,” said the man. I squirmed and moaned as something mushy was pushed up my anus. I wanted to die of embarrassment, while part of me recognized that it actually felt good and there was no pain. If it were a strawberry, it must have been very ripe. The last touch was a strawberry placed between my lips.

  “That’s not for you to eat,” Daniel said, and I obeyed and just let sit there like a type of gag.

  And then they descended on me.

  It felt like a hundred hands and mouths were on me. My breasts were licked and nipped as my nipples formed painfully hard peaks. My lower torso was twisted upward so my hips were off the table and a mouth began to eat at the banana inserted between my legs, while another mouth attacked and sucked at the strawberry. The sensations were everywhere and I shivered, no longer with fear but with lust as my body was treated like a platter. These people took and treated me like I was a mere object, and I moaned around my strawberry, amazed that the mouth on my anus could be so electric, that the tongue could make me jerk uncontrollably and begin to drool around the strawberry in my mouth. I couldn’t help it, I bit down on it. As I did, another mouth dived down and stole it from me, kissing me and crushing the juices so they slid down my throat and smeared across my skin.

  I kissed back viciously. Was it Daniel? It had to be Daniel. I carried the thought of him in my head as I came, a slave to these debauched and wanton people. He kept kissing me as I climaxed violently, even when I could no longer kiss back because my mouth was slack and my body exhausted. He took ownership of my mouth just like he had taken ownership of…me? No, that couldn’t be true, and my mind was too fuzzy to think about that concerning idea.

  At some stage, his mouth moved from mine and I was helped from that table, firm hands grasped me and kept me upright even though my legs had turned to jelly. “Mind the stairs,” barked the woman from before. I managed to get up them and then I heard the hiss of the shower. I waited for her to unbind my hands and removed the blindfold, but she didn’t. Instead I was pushed under the shower and my limbs were moved and manipulated as if I were no more than a doll as she scrubbed at me. I must have been absolutely filthy, because it took her a long time to scrub my most intimate places. She made me bend over and passed the sponge back and forth between my butt cheeks. Somehow, this was more humiliating than having a roomful of strangers grope and use me, and I was appreciative of the blindfold so at least I didn’t have to look at the shrew.

  When she was finished, I was scrubbed dry with a towel, and only then were my wrists released and the blindfold removed. She pulled a white nightdress over my head and twisted my arms into it, before she began to roughly pull a comb through my bedraggled hair. I sat on the edge of the bed, obedient and docile, only just feeling recovered from my orgasm and the events that caused it.

  When I finally met her satisfaction, she gathered her things together and turned to leave.

  “Where’s his room? He hasn’t answered my question yet.”

  She twisted her head to look at me, and for a moment I thought that she would tell me off for speaking out of turn, but all she did was grunt, “End of the hall. Stay there, I’ll bring your dinner.”

  Even after she closed the door quietly after her, I remained sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to work up the courage to sneak down the corridor to his bedroom. But the woman returned with a tray before I could, and only then did I realize how hungry I was. I devoured the roasted meat and potatoes, and it was the best thing that I had eaten in a long time. The only thing lacking was company.

  After I had finished the meal, and after much fighting with myself, I slowly closed the door behind me and slipped out into the hallway. The carpet was soft under my feet and made my footsteps silent. It wasn’t difficult to discern which bedroom was his. Arched double doors heralded his domain like we were in a castle. I lifted my fist to knock, then thought better of it and pushed one of the doors open.

  He watched me as I came in. Shirtless and dressed only in black pants, he looked very much the master of the manor with his superb physique and arrogant look on his face.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked as I slipped inside.

  “You said that you’d answer the question after dinner.” My voice came out without a single shake or stammer.

  He gave a small laugh. “I guess I did.” He sat down at a small table that held his glass of wine and the bottle it had come from. His back was to me, and I lingered uncertainly before lifting my chin and walking over to stand beside him. His eyes barely flickered to me, and I wondered if he would answer at all. “Oh, yeah. Why? You want to know why?” Was he drunk? He sounded looser and more casual than usual. “Revenge. There’s your answer.” He took a drink of his wine while I stared at him.

  “Revenge? Why?”

  He laughed and shook his finger at me. “No. That would be two questions and our deal was only for one. That’s cheating.”

  I bared my teeth at him. “Are you kidding? Stop playing your stupid games and give me an answer!”

  “You don’t give orders here,” he laughed. He really was drunk and I felt my blood boil at the way he was treating me. Without warning, my hand whipped through the air to strike at his face, leaving four bloody lines down his perfect cheek.

  He jumped to his feet instantly, his hands gripping my arms and keeping them down. I didn’t bother to struggle.

  “What made you such a sadistic prick?” I sneered. “You could at least act like a normal person. You’re good at acting.”

  His eyes flared angrily. “What do want, Mattie? You want me to pretend to be in love with you? Pretend that you’re important? That I like you? Here you go then.” He kissed me, and there was no doubt in my mind that he had been the one kissing me on the table.

  I kissed him back, dancing with his tongue and greedy for my body’s wants to be met. His hands were everywhere, pulling up my nightdress to bare my skin while his fingertips dug in to my flesh in a way that was sure to bruise and leave his mark. But the pain excited me, and I blindly reached for his pants to
free him. I wanted him in me. I wanted all of his brutality out in the open so there was no pretense. I wasn’t the weak and pathetic Matilda here; I was a woman who thought only of her lust and desire to have him between her legs.

  He ripped my panties off, and pushed into me all the way. That had me gasping with pain and I bit his shoulder. He responded by wrapping his hand around my throat as he thrust into me again, but this time I was ready. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him hard into me as I moved with him. Each thrust made the wall dig painfully into my back but I didn’t care. His hand around my throat made me feel owned even though my brain told me that it should have made me feel disgust and fear.

  “Do you like that, sweet Mattie?” he grunted in my ear as he kept fucking me hard.

  “Do you?” I shot back. I felt it building inside me, and I dug my nails into his bare back. If he hissed in pain, I didn’t hear it. There was nothing but that haze that stole away all coherent thought. I screamed as I came, I actually screamed as it ripped through me and my voice seemed to echo around the room. He came as well, with one last violent thrust that I felt to my core.

  We stayed like that, too spent to move. I was pinned to the wall by his arms and speared by his cock, while my legs kept him entrapped in me. Our cheeks rested against each other’s. Our sweat and the blood from his cheek mingled together to make a vile mess. We seemed to stay like that for a long time, then slowly, he let me down. I still leaned on him for support as I panted for breath and my legs shook underneath me. He didn’t look at, me keeping his eyes firmly on the wall, but I stared at him. Blood was smeared across his cheek giving him a bloodthirsty, crazy look, and I imagined that I looked much the same. On unsteady legs, I turned and walked out of the room.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I slept late the next day. I had showered and washed off his sweat and blood before sliding beneath the sheets feeling exhausted and confused. I was woken by the stern woman who carried a tray with my lunch on it. She placed it on the bed before bending to pick up my stained and torn nightdress from the floor. She didn’t seem surprised by anything.