Into the Darkness

Humming, 'La Vida Loco' to myself, I finished drying the last of the dishes. I was eager to be done.

You'd disappeared after dinner, telling me to clean up, I wanted to be near you again. Wiping my hands off with the dishtowel, I folded it meticulously and hung it over sink to dry. Turning away from the sink, I ran humph, into your chest. Immediately the humming stopped, my eyes dropping to the floor, a flare of heat rising to the tops of my ears. Damn I hate blushing.

"Sir, I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know you were behind me" I swallowed, more from surprise than any sense of alarm. I was starting to adjust to your quietness, eyes roving over your bare feet. Who'd have thought men's feet could be so attractive?

I grinned at the random thought. "Perhaps it was just his feet I was so particularly enamored of."

Suddenly my thoughts went spastic. Inhaling sharply, I fought not to look up at you as your fingers closed quickly around my throat. Leaning into the tightening grip, I relaxed completely, pressing into your hand further in acceptance. My heart rate doubles, with a staccato burst of adrenaline. Shifting my gaze upwards slightly, I follow the line of your arm to your shoulder, not daring to look any higher.

Still, you said nothing. Instantly my mind kicked into guilt drive. What had I done wrong? You weren't speaking. Had I burned dinner, was something not to your liking?

You'd been so relaxed as you ate, often making small comments to me as I served you. Even while you were relaxing afterwards, pushed back from the table, you had spoken about random things while I'd been curled up against your leg. You'd run your fingers through my hair quietly, tugging gently every so often.

Your grip tightened, almost a pulsing feeling against my throat. It was thoughtless, as if you couldn't help but squeeze, testing the limits of my neck with your fingers. I held my breath as you released your grip, holding myself completely still as you shifted out of my sight, fingers trailing along the column of my neck until you were behind me. Ducking my chin down, I moved forward instantly as you pushed, guiding me out of the kitchen. A sense of dread filled me. You hadn't been this non talkative since I arrived. I knew in my gut I was in trouble, but for the life of my scrambling brain, I couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong.

I did a quick shuffling gait beside you, bending as your hand lowered, pulling me to your hip. You lead me across the living into the dimly lit hallway. You halted me suddenly, turning my body with your hip and pushing me quickly forward into what I knew to be the hall bathroom. Your touch removed, I came to a stop, just as the door closed, all light diminished into utter darkness. I started to turn, hand lifting automatically to switch on the light. Your hand hit my arm, knocking it aside. I froze, tensing as I realized you were in the room with me. I hate the dark, especially the total absence of light. My hands clenched into fists, pressing against my sides as I strained to make my eyes focus. 'I won't panic' ringing steadily in my head, my newest mantra of the moment.

Shivers crawling up my spine, I nearly jumped out of my skin as your hands suddenly gripped my arms. You rubbed your hands lightly against my skin calming me with that contact; instinctively I swayed backwards, seeking the comfort of your body. You again used your touch to shift me, turning me and pressing me against the wall, nudging my arms upwards above my head.

You insert your thigh between my legs, your foot kicking between my ankles, spreading them to your liking. I inhaled deeply past the clutching unease in my stomach, taking your scent in, using it as a focus for my whirling thoughts and rollercoaster emotions.

A low whimper escapes my throat as I feel your body press against mine, your breath wafting warmly against my neck a second before your tongue follows, trailing down along the jugular, pressing and delving into my flesh.

You shift against me, leaning away from my chest as your mouth moves lower, nudging my shirt collar aside impatiently. Your mouth is so hot against my skin, your tongue lathing, teeth lightly scraping down towards my breasts. I gasp suddenly as your teeth nip and settle hard into my tender flesh, grinding together, causing me to jerk up suddenly on my toes, hands beating back against the wall behind me. The release of your teeth is quickly followed by the gentle drag of your tongue across the abraded mark melting me. My knees weaken as I settle back onto my heels, only to surge upwards again as you turn your head, giving my other breast the same quick harsh treatment. You move again, quickly, your body driving me into the wall, lips finding mine in a hard, demanding kiss. I can do nothing but yield, opening as wide as I can in acceptance.

You remove your body, your mouth still raping mine savagely, stealing my breath away. Sharpness bites into my sternum, the light cool line and pressing point causing me to inhale suddenly. You have a knife. Tracing faint designs against my flesh, you shift away again. A quick twist of your wrist and the blade turns over, cutting through the material of my shirt like warm butter. I freeze, trying hard to contain the quivering breaths while that blade moves lower, releasing the front of my shirt to hang from my shoulders. I sucked in my stomach, rolling my body with the lowering skim of the blade, feeling it drag across my skin, sometimes flat, sometimes point first. A soft whimper fills the darkness, enhanced by the random panting sounds issuing forth from my suddenly dry lips.

I strain my eyes, trying so hard to focus on your face. You're so close, I can feel the warmth radiating from your body, but I can't see you. My distress grows; I need to see your face, your eyes, and your emotions. The back of your hand brushes the inside of my breast, quickly followed by the steel. You push the blade in, breaking the skin lightly and drawing it sideways across the bite mark towards my nipple. Arching my back in offering, my whimpers become more frantic. I can feel the faintest trickle of blood trailing from the cut. It burns, yet feels so right.

I curl my fingers into my palms, nails pressing deeply into the skin in the effort to not move away from you. Straining towards you in yearning, while at the same time wanting so badly to pull away. I gasp, trying to catch my breath and ease my frantic thoughts, shaking my head back and forth against the wall in an attempt to fight the darkness closing in around me. The knife tip pauses on my nipple, my body trembling beneath it. Suddenly you push it inwards, point first, pressing fully on my nipple. My teeth bite down on my lower lip, desperate to remain quiescent to your wishes, my heart sounding loudly in my own ears.

It's gone, the suddenness startling me. You shift again, your hand cupping the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair and closing tightly, fisting it. You pull, drawing me forward. I lower my hands, reaching for you unthinkingly. You twist your hand, forcing me to turn around and face the wall. You press forward, driving me once more into the wall, my hands rising yet again of their own accord to break the pressure and momentum. I can feel you grind against me, the length of your thighs, your erection against my ass, causing my hips to instinctively push back against you.

"That's it slut, you like this don't you?" You murmured in my ear.

I can do no more than mewl out a response as your hand slides from the grip in my hair to my throat, stroking it gently. You growl softly, pressing your lips to my ear as your arm locks all the way around my throat, drawing me upright onto my toes as you straighten, forcing me to lean back on you for support.

"Don't move your hands bitch. Keep them on the wall."

My nails scrabble at the wall, pressing desperately against it at your command. I can feel the knife again, dragging and scraping all over my abdomen, across my breasts and lower to my stomach, causing me to suck it in as tight as I can. I work my head up and down, pushing deeper into the crook of your arm. My breath ceases momentarily against the increased pressure as you flex your arm. My mind shifts back and forth between the hold on my neck, the body's need to gulp air, and the trailing knife moving ever lower. It slices through the waistband of the jeans I'm wearing, the ripping sound almost shrill in my ears. Small jarring movements along the seam and it starts to part, opening up around my hips, the tip occasionally sharply poking into my flesh in various spots.

You remove the chokehold, instead swinging your arm behind my neck and forcing me face first into the wall again, holding me there with your forearm. The knife makes another ripping cut down the back, shredding the jeans from around my hips easily. A stinging feeling laces down over one hip. I suck in a lungful of air against the sudden sensation, knowing you drew blood yet again.

Your whole body vibrates with an intenseness that transfers itself to my blood, causing my heart to race even more. Your hand slides down my back, pressing against the swell of my hip, steadying me. I feel the tugging, as you pull down sharply, the cloth ripping from me slowly in harsh jerks. My head turns of it's own accord, eyes wide as I try to distinguish the darker shape of you against the blackness, my eyes adjusting minutely.

" Step out" You breath, letting me hear the rising excitement in your voice. You crouch down by my feet as they lift one at a time so you can remove the ruined material.

I settle my feet back to the floor as the jeans are tossed away from me to fall with a soft thud onto the floor somewhere behind us.

My breathing starts to regulate, the tenseness slowly filtering from my body as I focus on your movements behind me. I lean my forehead to the wall, closing my eyes with the brief respite. My thoughts begin to form, leaping from one plausible scenario to another. Cool air moves up my heated body as the air conditioner kicks on. My legs barely support me, I want nothing more than to sink to the ground and prostrate myself before you. The deep yearning inside me is to go low before you, to show you my submissive yielding to your Alpha presence, to beg you to take me.

A bright flare forms beyond my eyelids, causing my head to jerk up as my eyes flare open. The bright light flickers on and off several times, forcing bright dots as my pupils attempt to narrow against the sudden light. My body rears back from the wall of its own accord.

"Stay" you, bark, jerking me forward again with the simple command, my nails digging into the wall for purchase.

Before my eyes can fully adjust to the light, you turn it off again. Once more I'm completely blinded by the utter black. I sigh as your hands roam over my hips and upwards to my lower back. Suddenly I'm jerked backwards as you grab my t-shirt, ripping it from my body, yanking my arms downwards with the pull. Free of the shirt I immediately put my hands back onto the wall. Pressing my head to it even as my hips shift backwards, needing contact with you. I can hear you breathing, your scent heightened with your exertion surrounds me, soothing, exciting. Your scent mingles with my own smell of arousal painfully obvious to me now that I'm stripped bare before you. Registering that in my mind, I become aware of exactly how damp I am, the moistness trailing down my thighs.

A loud crack, then a steady buzzing alerts me to your presence again. I half smiled, and then swallowed, recognizing the sound of a Violet Wand. My hips start swaying side to side of their own accord, the rhythm helping to steady my whirling mind.

A sharp yelp escapes as I feel the first shock right in the middle of my back. The sensation crawls along my skin in fitful starts and stops. A random touch here, a soft stroke there, the constantly changing locals never giving my body a chance to become used to the sensation. I twitch, shifting from side to side to escape the sharp needle like prickles as you toy with my lower back, up to my shoulders and down the sensitive backs of my raised arms. I swallow back several giggles, squealing as you hit my arms.

Your arm snapped around my neck, squeezing off my air supply. Your voice rasping in my ear, " You find this funny girl? You think I'm doing this for your amusement?"

I cringed, struggling to shake my head against your grip, a sob welling up in my throat at the tone of your voice. My whole body trembled and it had little to do with anything other than the simple sound of your voice. My hand moves, stroking gently along your arm, not in an attempt to stop the chokehold, as much as to sooth what I feel rampaging through you. I let my weight drop into your hold, batting back the onslaught of tears filming my eyes. Your voice continued in my ear, alternately growling and hissing in what my mind portrays as disappointment.

" Did I tell you to move your hands, slut? You think you can simply disobey me and I won't do anything about it?" Your arm tightened once more on my throat, jerking upwards slightly on my toes.

"Didn't I tell you if you ever gave me any hesitation I'd put you on that plane right back to where you came from?"

Panic hits me, slamming both my hands against the wall as my body goes rigid with fear. I babble, trying desperately to talk past the choking hold. Twisting my body against yours helplessly. In my struggles I feel you shift to the side, a sharp stinging slap welts against my ass, startling me into a frozen state for a moment, eyes widening against the dark.

More slaps follow, rocking each side of my ass with a burst of pain, then an overwhelming heat that continues to spread. Your arm eases, allowing me to swallow a large gulp of air along with a distressed sob. My body shakes with the repeated slaps raining down on my ass and upper thighs, the warmth quickly turning into searing heat. I feel my hips starting to rock back into your hand, seeking the contact and the heat. Your strikes lower, working the backs of my thighs, my feet spreading of their own accord, my lower back arching to give you all the access you need.

I can feel the breath starting to rattle in my throat, causing me to hiccup to get in enough air. Your arm loosens, sliding your hand to my shoulder instead, once more steadying me against the wall. The feel of your hand cupping the heated part of my ass delights me, your fingers digging in slightly, nails scoring across the blood fused skin.

" Put your hands back on the wall, girl" You rasp, pushing against my shoulder.

"Don't make me repeat myself again, you won't like it."

Sliding my hands up the wall, I find purchase with a towel bar, grabbing it quickly for security. I needed something, anything to hold on to. You withdraw from me, leaving me to drift in the darkness, still struggling for breath, to settle my racing mind. I hear the click and rattle of the violet wand starting again, bracing myself for the electrical shocks. A high pitched whine slips from pressed teeth, my body arching inwards at the first touch of the knife to my ass cheek, the static shock from the wand forging through it. I hissed, the feeling much like a scalpel slicing through my flesh, such an intense feeling it's almost more than I can bear. You work the blade along the tender, stinging flesh with such precision; it almost feels like your drawing a design. I sink into the sensations, focusing on nothing but the way my body burns, twitching and wiggling away from, and into the moves of the knife. Slow hiccupping sobs echo into the stillness as the knife skims lower, tracking along the insides of my thighs. My muscles bunch and flex against the sensation, my body tightening and rising to slide along the wall until I'm straining on the tips of my toes, seeking escape. It's too much; I jerk my leg upwards, away from the knife blade, squirming against the wall. You merely switch to my other leg, causing me to dance from side to side in anguish.

The knife moves just as your hand cracks against my thighs, jarring me forward. You start slapping both of my thighs, inside and backs repeatedly. My legs flex and shift, dancing for you, the stinging driving me insane. Just before I explode you rise, moving the slaps upwards to my ass, then further up to my shoulders, working my back over, falling into a rhythm. I sink back down, rounding my shoulders to expose more, my head dropping down to press against the wall. Each touch of your hand, each brush of your legs against mine, your hips, sends a spark of flame to my skin, enhancing the feel of your slaps, sharpening them.

The continual up and down, from neck to thighs sends me into overload, my knees finally buckling, sliding me down towards the floor, head hanging down in acceptance. Shudders wrack my body, chest expanding with the effort to suck in enough air. Tears track freely down my cheeks; I can taste the salt from them on my lips. I barely register the sudden silence, the wand being turned off.

You cup my neck, pulling me back towards your knees, whispering softly "release the bar." I fold my legs to kneel, pressing backwards against your legs, tipping my head back to brush my cheek against your forearm. Your hand slides down my neck, a stroke of your thumb along my jaw line. I arch my back, pressing upwards toward you as your hand drops; fingers trailing over sweat dampened skin. Your palm settles right at my collarbone, as if to hold me still. I can feel the minute shifts of your body against my back, and then I see a very dull flash, blinking in surprise, realizing that I can see somewhat against the darkness. The knife.

My eyes close, pressing back against your leg, coming up on my knees in acquiescence, soft strained sounds filter through my exhalations. I moisten my lips as the knife touched my neck, pressing against the rapid beat of my pulse point. Eyes opening, I looked up at your face, unable to distinguish features, merely your form as you curl over me, supporting my body with yours. The blade skims over my chest, leaving trails of silvery coolness over my skin. Occasional sharp pain causes me to inhale, falling into the languid sensations, letting them sweep over me.

I close my eyes again, accepting completely whatever you want to use my body for. My hands move to my back, wrapping around your ankles easily, getting as close to you as I can. The warmth and heat in my back and ass fade to a pleasant pulsing ache. Surpassed only by the throbbing at the juncture of my thighs. I squirm, shifting from side to side slowly in a haze of need for your continued touch. The feel of the knife fades away; all I can feel is you, enveloping my body with your heat.

You lean down, pressing a nipping kiss to the corner of my lips, drawing my head upwards towards yours in need. Whimpering unknowingly I seek your mouth, fusing our lips together in a deep consuming kiss, my fingers tightening around your legs. My knees widen instinctively as your hand slides lower, brushing across my inner thighs, teasing me. Bowing my back away from your legs I strain upwards towards you. Your tongue works magic in my mouth, searching, taking. You swallow my low moan, your fingers stroking my slickness, dragging up the insides of my legs, and gathering the moisture there.

Pulling away as I whine in distress, you replace your mouth with your fingers. My lips close over them hungrily, tongue swirling around your finger tips as my lips tighten, drawing them deeper into my mouth. Your chuckle of amusement thrills me, heightens my need even more. My mouth works steadily, lathing your fingers with my tongue and lips, cleaning them of my own fluids.

You pull your fingers free, leaving me to run my tongue over my lips in an attempt to gather any taste I might have missed. Your hand returns, finger once more offered to my parting lips. I swirl my tongue along your finger gently at first, growling when I realize it's you I taste now, and not myself. I tilt my head back further, sliding my lips over your finger to the knuckle, sucking as I curl my tongue around the digit. You pull your fingers to the side, my mouth following, refusing to give them up.