Monsters in the Dark

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Erotic Sex Scene taken from the book Tears of Tess by New York Times Bestseller Pepper Winters. To keep reading about Tess and Q, please download the free ebook on all platforms.

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Q came up behind and slapped my ass. “Stand in the centre of the room.” The scent of alcohol warned Q’s inhibitions were completely gone. Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed until he was sober.
When I didn’t move, Q grabbed my throat, sending arcs of fear and want through me. “Obey, esclave.”
He let me go and I scampered to the centre of the room. My feet sank into thick, silver-white strands of the carpet. Facing the magnificent fireplace, I noticed carvings of foxes hunted by hounds, and deer impaled on spikes. At first glance, it was pretty and fanciful. But when studied, it writhed with hunger to kill and maim.
A sliver of terror darted down my back; I looked behind for Q. He stood by the wall, pulling on a lever.
Tinkling sounded from above, and I craned my neck as chains with leather cuffs descended.
My throat closed. He wanted to restrain me like he had in the sparrow room. Panic flared, turning my heated blood into a volcanic eruption.
Q’s hot form pressed behind mine. I trembled as he rubbed his erection against my ass. “Put your hands up, esclave.”
I agreed to do anything he wanted, but I didn’t have the courage to go through this again. All I could think about was the Russian and his knife.
Shaking my head, I whimpered, “I’ll do anything but this.”
He sucked in a harsh breath. “You’re disobeying?” His tone held nightmares. “I’ll punish you if you don’t put your arms up immediately.”
I bit my lip. The force of the command buckled me, and I slowly raised my arms. Everything Q was about to do would put my entire mind set to the test. I would either fall head long into love, or break completely. I wanted this to hurt. I wanted to feel every inch. I wanted to remember it for the rest of my life. And if it meant tying me up again, so be it. Perhaps it would replace the memories of the Russian and his knife, just like Q replaced the rape with himself and the shower.
My eyes fluttered closed as Q secured my wrists in the leather cuffs. When the last buckle was tight, I whispered, “I have one request, if I may, master?”
Q pressed his face against my neck, licking the bite he’d given earlier. “One request and no more. Make it count.”
I trembled and opened the remaining barriers inside. This request was for me. Only for me. “I want you to call me Tess.”
He froze, cock hard against me, chest against my back. A minute ticked past before he murmured, “You want to link your name to this? But you fought so hard to keep it from me.”
I nodded, swallowing as he rocked his hips once, causing me to sway forward in the bindings. “I know. But I want you call me by my name. I want to know you own me.” My core clenched and I moaned as Q found my breast, twisting my nipple so hard it erupted into flames.
“As you wish, esclave. Every time I call you Tess, remember I can do anything I want to you. I fucking own you.”
“Yes.”
“After tonight, every time I say your name you’ll get wet for me. I not only own your body but your identity, too. Do you deny it?”
“No, I don’t deny it. I’m yours. Through and through.”
With another twist of a nipple, Q strode toward the fireplace. I stood meekly in my cuffs, watching.
He didn’t load the fire with logs or fumble with matches. One click and gas flames roared, immediately searing.
Q faced me, running hands over his head. He shed the remaining tipsy haze, cloaking himself with sovereignty. Stalking forward, he pulled silver scissors from a pocket.
I gulped and didn’t say a word as he stopped a breath away. Snipping the scissors once with a tight smile, he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and cut.
The blade tickled my stomach, up between my breasts, until the collar broke apart and it hung in tatters. Q clenched his jaw, cutting away my bra and shorts. With a hot look beneath heavy eyes, he snipped my knickers and watched as they fluttered to the floor.
I stood in naked glory, spreading wings of fearful happiness.
Gathering the ruined clothing, he threw them in the fire. The smell of burning filled the room and the drunken lust on Q’s face magnified to desperate proportions.
I couldn’t stop how fast I breathed, and hated when Q disappeared behind me. I heard the sounds of latches being undone and a heavy lid creaking open. Things tinkled and clanked sending imagination into overdrive. I strained to look over my shoulder, mouth hanging open at the toys and apparatus in the mirrored chest.
Silence descended, apart from the hiss of flames; I grew more and more uncomfortable. Anticipation played with my mind. What am I doing? I don’t want this. I don’t want pain and humiliation. I should say the safe word and admit this was a huge mistake. I shouldn’t be chained, naked, allowing a man to do anything he wanted. He could kill me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
A slithering sound came from behind, and I tensed. I didn’t want to know what it was. Q paced behind, footsteps almost silent on the carpet. “Seeing as I’ve got you in such a compromising position. I’m going to use it to my benefit.” His voice was gravelly with sin.
Oh, God. I wanted to ask what he meant, but he stopped directly behind, a few metres away. Why was he so far?
“How long have you fantasised about being fucked? Tortured? Used completely?” He stressed the word fuck; it resonated with erotic waves in my belly. It had to be the most graphic, raw question anyone ever asked.
But it was also a question begging for a lie. I couldn’t tell him that ever since hitting puberty I craved something I didn’t know. I gave myself orgasms to thoughts of domination and fear. I pressed lips together, not answering.
Out of nowhere, my shoulder blade licked with the pain of a thousand bees. The snap and crack of a whip echoed around the room.
I cried out, jerking in the restraints.
He fu

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Written by pwinters
Cargado June 18, 2021
Notes Erotic sex scene between a Dom and his submissive
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