Page 12 of Dark Time

There was little she could do, but I fucked her hard and fast, until I felt it, that first tingle that said I was about to blow my load right there in her wet walls.

I came apart, and her body sucked me in to take me on that ride with her. Fuck, I loved the places she took me. Who would ever want to give that up? I stopped thinking then and blew into a million tiny pieces.

I heard her cry my name, somewhere far away, but I couldn’t answer. My voice was gone, and all I could do was hang on until the force of this orgasm let me go.

Emily

I thought something had changed between us when Dylan came back from Kansas. He was gentle those first few days, and even loving. Two weeks passed, and he got busy with his new hotel, which I was proud of him for. He’d beaten my brother at his own game, and I admired him for that. He’d told me about the new hotel while we were at the cabin, his face full of excitement and joy for the future.

I wished we were still at the cabin. There’d been one small window and a couch had been placed under it. I’d sit there for ages just looking at the snow, and he’d join me. It was peaceful, loving, and one of the best memories he’d given me so far. We’d even gone out a couple of times, and walked around, tossed a few snowballs around at each other. It had been playful, almost like we were teenagers falling in love for the first time. Those days had been sweet, and I’d come home with a lot of hope.

Then, something changed.

He’d come home in dark moods, and he wouldn’t speak to me at all. He’d just type on his computer or phone until dinner was ready. When he was finished with his work, he’d take me into his playroom.

Last night had been one of those nights. He’d come home from a day at the hotel and hadn’t said much. He’d complimented the dinner I’d made him and thanked me for it, before he’d led me into the playroom. I hadn’t protested. It wasn’t a horrible thing, but at the end, I felt as if I’d been punished.

He’d used language he’d never used before and had called me his little toy. At one point that would have thrilled me, but after he’d adored me so sweetly in the mountains, it kind of hurt to be back to this.

I had to wonder if he had to punish me for the fact that he loved me? He might not have said it, but I was fairly certain Dylan did love me. I was different to other women he’d been with. He kept me around, and he couldn’t let me go. Either he was obsessed with me, or he loved me. Dylan was not the obsessive kind of guy, but he was protective. That was love, not crazy.

I sighed heavily and got up from the couch. He’d come home tonight quiet, reserved, and gone to his swimming pool. I was waiting on him to come in before I served dinner. The lasagna would start to dry out of if he didn’t come and eat soon. Finally, he did come out of the swimming room and into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, Dylan?” I asked as I set a plate in front of him. He still looked distracted, and I knew where the night would go.

“Nothing. Just, work. Thank you for dinner, it’s lovely.” He ate, but I doubted he even knew what he’d put in his mouth.

I cleaned up the plates and put the leftovers away. When he didn’t get up, just sat on his phone texting someone, I went into the living room to read. I’d pulled a blanket over me to ward off the chill in the air. I settled in and got comfortable. I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep until Dylan woke me up.

“I need you, pet. Please, come with me.” He held his hand out to me, and I followed along behind him.

I wasn’t prepared. I’d been asleep, but I followed along behind him. He turned the lights off, but soon he’d lit a few candles, just enough to illuminate part of the room with a golden hue.

“There, Emily.” He pointed to a mat on the floor, and I knelt obediently.

As he’d done the night before, and the last time I was in this room, he blindfolded me, inserted a ball-gag, and then he plugged my ears. A few times last night, I’d thought I heard him speaking, but I couldn’t hear him. He’d taken the earplugs out eventually, and I’d heard the things he said. While they were thrilling, I’d also kind of wished he’d put the plugs back in.

He attached handcuffs to my wrists, and he pushed me down so that I was prone on the black mat. I had no idea where this was going to lead, but part of me wanted it. That had been the original attraction. He would be my master, he would rule me, and I’d have no say. To an extent, of course. Now I felt as if he wanted to punish me for something I hadn’t done, or maybe I had. I hadn’t told him about Trent or my family.

I turned my head so my right ear was pressed against the mat and waited. Dylan didn’t do anything for the longest time. I waited patiently, unsure of what was happening. Dylan needed to work something out in his mind, and this was his version of doing that. I’d let him have his way.

I felt massage oil string along my back, cold but silky. He never warmed it, because he liked the reaction he got when I felt the cold liquid against my skin. My skin went over in gooseflesh, and I tensed. He massaged the oil into every inch of my back, worked out more than a few kinks I had, before his hands went lower. He indicated to me that I needed to lift my hands, and I raised them up as far as I could. His hands massaged beneath that area, and then he pushed my hands down.

Thank fuck, that was starting to hurt.

His hands probed deeper down my body, and the oil slicked the way as his fingers plunged down to coat my vulva with the oil. He spread it around, down my thighs, and back up. More of the liquid spilled onto my ass, and I knew where he wanted to go tonight.

I sighed and relaxed, the only thing I could do in this position. His fingers dug into the skin of my ass, kneaded it, until his fingers found the entrance hidden between them. One finger, perfectly manicured, teased at the puckered hole.

My hips arched back into his finger, my body on fire for the promise of that touch. Desire was like breath when it came to Dylan, no matter what he did it turned me on, and he knew that every inch of me was his. He could fuck me wherever he wanted, and I wouldn’t protest, because I’d be too busy enjoying it.

His finger pressed against me, until the silky oil helped the digit to slide into my ass. Fuck, I shivered so hard when he first plunged into me. It felt like an invasion, every single time, but it also felt so damn good. My hips bucked again, a demand for more. A plea to please fuck my ass.

Dylan’s finger slid deeper, and he began to move in and out of me. It went deeper, further, and then there were two. His other hand found the entrance further down, and the mind-fuck really started. I could hear myself, panting his name around the ball in my mouth, but I couldn’t say it, not really.

I wanted to, but he’d cut off our communication. This was how he wanted to fuck me tonight, and all I could do was let him. I let my mind go and focused on what he was doing. If he wanted to make me come so hard, I nearly broke my jaws on the damn ball he’d put in my mouth, then so be it.

I let my thoughts go and focused on his fingers. They were in my ass and in my pussy; he had filled all of me, almost. What I hadn’t planned on was something thick, warm, but not his cock sliding into my ass. It felt like a real penis, but I knew there was no way this man would ever let anyone else fuck me. No way.