Shadows in the Dark (Dark Lotus #1)

32. Adrian

I went out front to meet her, but stopped before actually reaching her. She was standing with her back turned toward me, and I soon realized what had caught her eye. Public scenes were not done very frequently, but tonight, a submissive named Anya was with another Dominant I knew fairly well. Again, I could never seem to lose Stavros. Although he was older than me, our ages were close enough to keep up in the same circles when younger. That obviously hadn’t changed even when we both relocated to the States for different reasons.

I wasn’t focused on him, or the submissive he was with. Instead, my attention was strictly on the woman I had summoned to the club. Advancing closer to her, I waited until I was a hairsbreadth away from her to lean in and nip at her ear. She jumped in surprise, but before she could turn around, I wrapped one arm around her as I tongued her ear.

“You’re even more beautiful in person, Karma. Let’s go somewhere more private.”

I gave her ear lobe a sharp nip, then released her from my grasp. She had scened with me twice, so she knew the general direction of the rooms, and I followed her to the long hallway.

The normal sights and sounds from the main area near the bar grew faint in the distance, but their cries of pain and pleasure were not the ones I was still rock hard thinking about hearing. I only had eyes tonight for one female, and when we reached my room, I input my code, then held the door open so she could enter.

Familiarity with protocol set in, and I watched as she removed her robe, then gracefully lowered herself to the floor in presentation. While we had been together a few times, there was still a nervousness to her that was far more effective than any aphrodisiac could ever be. Her fear was like a pheromone, and I was drawn into her web time after time.

I was not the only one affected, however, as my eyes dropped to her chest which was heaving rapidly. Her breasts had been packed into the small cups of the bra, and most of her creamy flesh was now spilling out the top. Her skin was far too pale for my liking, and I would rectify that soon.

I continued my perusal and those satin straps screamed to be released. I had a knife present, and tonight, I would cut them from her body, before turning the weapon on her. A slight growl escaped as I imagined her blood dripping down her belly, and lower. I wanted to not only see it, but taste it, and I would in due time.

The lingerie hugged her like a second skin and I finally looked at the red-bottomed heels that matched the same shade of the shoe itself. It would also compare favorably to her skin. Her eyes rose upward in question, then widened a bit as I smirked.

“Yes, I have intentions, Karma. I intend to fuck you until you’re left nothing more than a dripping mess in front of me. Dripping with your cum , your tears , and even your blood .”

Her tongue darted out momentarily, and I knew I wanted to clamp it. Would it be tonight? I didn’t know, but I would make use of her mouth in another way for sure. “W-where do you want me?”

I released a soft chuckle. “You’re very impatient tonight. Do you ache for me, Karma? Are you throbbing in anticipation of me pounding into you after delivering indescribable pain?”

“Yes,” she said, but to which question wasn’t even important.

Extending my hand, I waited for her to grab it, then I pulled Brynn onto her feet. Her lips were still wet from her tongue, and undone by the urge to kiss her, I yanked her hard against my chest. I held her there against me with one hand, while roughly grabbing her chin with the other.

“The things you fucking do to me.”

I wouldn’t admit to her, or even myself, what things those were, but we both knew. I could see it in her eyes, and knew she could see it in mine. My mouth came down hard on hers, and I quickly conquered her control with my teeth and tongue. Darting the latter into her mouth, I explored every crevice before pulling away to nip at her lips. I attacked them with a ferocity I usually reserved for well into a scene. This woman did unexplainable things to me, and it wasn’t long before I licked away a few coppery drops of red from her busted lip.

I eventually pulled further away, then led her to a bondage table. We’d discussed one before, so she knew what to do after I motioned for her to lay with her back against the leather. The cuffs were in the same material and while not as immoveable as metal ones, she would have very little give to move anyway.

I restrained her wrists and ankles, then stepped back to admire her natural beauty. Some of the submissives here spent a great deal of money to alter their appearances to be what they thought we wanted them to be. Whether it was tattoos, boob jobs, or butt lifts, they constantly shelled out cash to become something they were not.

Brynn was different. Her breasts were the perfect size for me, even if others might consider them on the smaller end. She also had natural freckles, long eyelashes, and lips that would never require fillers to plump them up. She was truly luscious, in looks and taste. My mind moved to that, as my eyes lowered to her panties. Later, I would cut them off, but not before I filled in the stripes of bare flesh.

“I assume you remember your safe word.”

“Lug Nut,” she replied, and I shook my head.

Never had I had a submissive choose a word off the name of their pet. It was what it was, though. “Very well. Use your caution words if needed, but remember the rules about them.”

With all the plans I had for her body tonight, the very idea of her ending whatever this connection between us was had a sour taste filling my mouth. It was almost bile-like, but with more of a tinge of regret. She said nothing more, but I did watch her visibly relax. The trust she gave me was heady, even if it was foolish and unwarranted. It was there, however, and tonight, I would push her to her limits. Whether it would remain when all was said and done would be something to see.

I moved away from her, and because she was not blindfolded, her own natural curiosity won out and I could feel her eyes following me as I walked over to the nearby table. After picking up a match, I struck it against it box, then used the flame to light the two candles. They were very different in that one would prepare her for the other which was much more intense in its heat. She would feel the burn with either, but the darker one would make her scream.

My dick continued to throb and ache, and the need to forge ahead with the scene became more urgent. I hated this uncontrollable sensation I had, but at the same time, it excited me, too. That excitement was what would pull me from my own comfort zone, providing the benefits I needed from a scene as well.

“Our pleasure will be mutual. The pain will be yours, and that will provide mine. I want to hear you. Every. Fucking. Sound. You will give me whatever you are feeling, and not hide anything from me. I want to expose you for who and what you are.”

“I don’t follow. What do you?—”

“Shhh,” I whispered before placing two fingers in front of her lips. “Tonight, you are mine. That is all you have to remember... All you have to feel... All you have to be. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I picked up the white candle first because it was the lesser to two evils. Her current lingerie had large black straps that crisscrossed over her pale skin. It was that flesh I wanted, so starting on the slit on her left side, I tilted the candle and watched as a few drops hit her.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

“Ohh,” she lightly moaned, especially as I moved to her right side and repeated my actions.

Brynn’s eyes were closed, and I continued to paint the beautiful canvas of her skin with the white candle in the very spots she would least feel it. After, I set the candle back into its holder, then retrieved the knife. When I returned to her, I placed the flat, cool blade against her, and her eyes immediately widened.

“Trust me, Karma.”

I didn’t need to say anything more. I tapped the long black strips of dark satin with the flat side of the knife before turning more focus on ridding her of them. She didn’t do more than gasp as I cut the first one, and with no protest from her, I continued until I had cut every piece of black from her skin. Then, I picked up the black candle.