The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

They got angry. They cried. They screamed, but I looked her over. My eyes grazed over the small change in her breathing. The rise and fall that she was trying to control stood out to my trained eyes, and she had her legs tightly together, but it wasn’t from fear. I chuckled again. I knew that look. It was in the eyes and stance of anyone I dragged to my bedroom.

“I expected a lot.” I told her, and I let my accent out this time. It was Middle Eastern, and she wasn’t expecting it. I was good at hiding it when I was searching. My looks stood out enough, after all.

“I was expecting you to shout, Ms. Bannon, but I did not expect you to get wet for me.” I almost purred, catching her off guard. She said nothing to me, but if looks could kill, then Alice Bannon would be a murderer at that very moment. It amused me, and I knew I had chosen well.

“You can ask me one question.” I said, amusedly as I pulled the chair out to lounge there, looking at her chained to the bed. Her eyes narrowed as if she thought that this might be a trick, and I arched a perfectly groomed dark eyebrow at her.

“Well? My patience grows thin for your silence, Alice.” I said, softening my voice at that last syllable. I wasn’t going to let her figure me out just yet.

“What is goi

ng to happen to me now that I’m here?” She asked, and her voice was softer, but it didn’t break. I smiled at her for a moment, but there was nothing charming about my smile. Somehow, she still seemed to find his charm alluring despite herself. I knew that flush.

“You’re going to be trained, and you will listen. There will be good times.

Pleasure that you probably didn’t think your body was capable of, but there will be pain if you anger me. Pain if you upset me.” I told her, leveling her reaction. It seemed like she was at war with her own emotions. I watched as her tongue darted out, licking her dry hips, and I smiled at her. I tried to relax, making my edges soften a little for her.

“Would you like some water?” I asked. It served two purposes. This way, she wouldn’t have to ask questions. She’d just process, and I watched as Alice nodded. I disappeared, leaving her to her own thoughts to go grab what I had put aside for her.

Date with the Devil

He had left the door slightly open, as if teasing me to jump out of bed and run to freedom. He was showing he had control, but I didn’t need to move an inch to remember that the chain would hold me there if I tried to move at all. I just stared at it, empty and processing what he said.

Pain. Pleasure. The idea was something new. I wanted to recoil from it. Before this, my life had been dull and simple. I went to work. Went home. I didn’t have anyone to talk to. A few online friends that wouldn’t think twice about me going missing. I wanted to recoil. I wanted to run, but I was always smarter than that.

You didn’t grow up where I grew up with the looks I had without being smart. I was sure that was something he didn’t know. I had to grow up running, and I learned to find ways out of sticky situations. I was snapped out of my thoughts, looking at him with head still pounding as he carried two bags. Fear rose up in me, but so did curiosity.

If he wanted to hurt me, then he would have already. I reasoned, allowing curiosity to take over. There was no expression on his face, but those dark, piercing eyes promised mischief still. I had ached to see what mischief they held, but I had never expected this. He sat them down at the small table with its chair.

It was the only other furniture in the room. I scooted back closer to the headboard that was chaining me so that I had more room to move, and my hand brushed a thin pillow. I gave him an odd look. It was a comfort he hadn’t a need to give me. He pulled out a bottle of water and popped open some Tylenol, handing them to me.

“For that pounding head of yours. It had to be done, but no reason for you to suffer.” He said, and I wanted to scoff at him.

This mysterious man had brought me here to ‘train me’, and it was ludicrous to think that he didn’t want me to suffer. He popped the water bottle, cracking the lid for me as he gave it to me. I took the medicine and water almost greedily, gulping half of it down before I came to my senses. My stomach growled, and he smiled at me. He went to the bag, opening it up and the smell made my stomach growl louder. He started to pull out Chinese food. It was almost comical, but my growling stomach wouldn’t let me find it humorous for long.

“I thought you’d like take out.” He said, and he went to me, pulling a key from his breast pocket and unclicking the chain from the collar. I noticed the leather collar stayed on. He sat on the bed.

“Don’t get up yet.” He said. I looked at the door, and his gaze slid to where mine was. There was a small, arrogant smile curving his lips.

“You think you can outrun me, Alice?” He said softly and with more familiarity than I would have liked him to have with me. I bristled instantly. I couldn’t run with him having that much warning. I knew I wouldn’t get far.

“No.” I said simply.

“Sir.” He corrected. “No, sir.” He said, and I said nothing.

He moved quicker than I expected, pulling me to him, and I started to fall from the kneeling position that I was into, falling into his lap. He had me bent over his knees in no time, and to my surprise I felt something hard against my naval. He’s hard. It slammed into me so hard it made my eyes widen, making me squirm on his lap. I don’t know what I expected, but it hit deep to think that he was getting off seeing me like this. Of course he’s getting off. I thought bitterly before my thoughts were interrupted.

Thwack. It echoed in the room, and my ass burned as I jumped on his lap, but he had me easily pinned down with his other hand resting on the small of my back. What he had just did sunk in slowly.

“You will learn respect, and if I must treat you like a child before I treat you like a woman to do so, then you will be treated as such.” He said before his hand rose again to hit my other ass cheek, and pain sprung up in the shape of his hand.

I was sure that there were red handprints marring my pale bottom by now, and I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t been spanked in years. I had never let a lover touch me like this, and even so they would have been gentler than his calloused hands raining down smack after smack on me despite my cries. I could feel him twitching against my stomach, obviously taking great joy in my situation. There wasn’t a part of my ass that wasn’t burning by the time I settled down and he stopped.

“Now, say it again.” He said softly, but there was almost a growl in his voice. I realized then that this man certainly was a devil. He couldn’t be reasoned with, and I tried to remember what had caused this in the first place. All I could do was concentrate on the burning of my ass.

“Alice, answer me or it will be with my belt next time.” He hissed, and the idea startled me. I couldn’t imagine a belt after what his hand could do.

“No, Sir.” I cried out, as if I couldn’t get the words out fast enough. Still his hand held me down, but the pressure eased away.