The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

“Would you like food, Alice?” He asked me, almost taunting. I could tell that he was aching for me to disobey again, but I wasn’t going to let it happen.

“Yes, Sir.” I said, and my voice cracked more than I would have liked. He let me up, gently helping me stand as he crossed over to the table to give me the food. Chicken and broccoli. Fried rice. Vegetable not pork. A shrimp egg roll. It was my favorite. I had a feeling that wasn’t a coincidence. My heart sunk. How long were you watching me? I thought without daring to voice the question.

Startling the Rabbit

I knew in those first weeks she would see me as a demon, and I felt like one. What she caught onto quicker than some of the rest was that I liked being the demon. That first night, I could tell she caught on quickly. The way she had squirmed against me was something I relished. I ached to plunge deep inside of her, teaching her the pleasures that only a woman could feel. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but when I had researched, I knew it was unlikely she had many partners at all.

By the way she had looked at me the first time she saw me, I knew that they had been boys. Not men. They weren’t men. They were just boys. I thought with a satisfying smile. I didn’t often sample any of the women that I’d later be selling. She’d be sold off to the highest bidder when the exhibition took place, or I’d keep her. It was just a show of my skills, after all. I didn’t have to make a decision just yet. She had been more stubborn than I had initially thought. She had needed to feel the belt against her skin, and I had relished the look on her face as she had seen me pull it from my own pants.

The leather had scared her. I hadn’t even had to strike her too hard. I hadn’t wanted to leave too many marks on that perfect, porcelain skin. I had led her to the bathroom afterwards, allowing her to relieve herself and clean herself up. Sweat had dripped from her, but as I found out much to my surprise, it was not the only thing that was dripping. Alice was full of surprises.

“Why won’t you learn? It’s Sir, and I can give you as much pleasure as I give you pain. I give you food, attention, sleep. Do you think others are as nice as I, child?” I had chastised her.

She was smart in this, as she had said nothing. I had her hands tied to the bed, and she was face down. She had tried to get to her knees as my calloused hands trailed up those bare legs. She squirmed, but it wasn’t out of fright. I narrowed my eyes at her, knowing she couldn’t see me. I nudged her legs apart, but quickly she had clamped them down.

“Open your legs unless you’d like the belt again.” I said, and she knew she had a choice.

She had learned that if she took the punishment, I wouldn’t push, but I had started to make the punishments harder, making it clear that they weren’t worth what she was trying to protect. She had lost the bra and panties, stripping them away the day before in order to get her first shower. I could be kind if only she’d give in, and Alice was learning. That’s why she spread her legs.

I could tell that she was embarrassed, and as my fingers trailed to her wet sex, I could tell why. Even her thighs were wet. I was glad that Alice was looking at me. Masochists were hard to find, and they were a rare jewel. I hadn’t pegged her as one when I first saw her. She had tried to stifle her moan as she jumped away from my fingers. Alice only managed to push her ass into the air, presenting herself to me even more clearly as she tried to move away. It took her a moment to realize this, and I took the opportunity to slide a finger inside of her. I could tell her eyes had widened without needing to look at them. She was shocked. It was apparent by the moan that escaped her lips.

It had been three days, and I had yet to touch her like this. I had made her learn to ask for what she wanted, but never violated her. I had let her wait in anticipation, and this is what I got. A dripping wet girl that was pushing herself back against my finger even as a soft ‘no’ escaped her lips. Her body said different, and I added a second finger slowly without saying a word. I twisted my fingers inside of her, pushing them in and out slowly, deliberately.

“What a surprise, Alice.” I cooed at her, and she only moaned softly in response.

It was half pleasure and half distaste. She didn’t want to want this, but here she found herself nonetheless. Acceptance would come quicker for her than it would for most. That was something I was sure of. This time, I didn’t make her beg for what she wanted. I knew what she wanted, and I ached to give it to her as much as I ached to be inside of her right now.

As I moved my fingers in and out with delicate, deliberate motions, my pants seemed too tight. Too constraining. It wasn’t long before her pussy clenched around my fingers. She said nothing, but her moan was enough. The tension in her body relieved, and I could feel the wetness as she came, hard and fast. I pulled my fingers from her quickly, leaving her empty. She barely was able to keep from moaning at the loss.

“I think you got more out of your punishment than you were supposed to, but perhaps you’ll remember that pain and pleasure can go hand in hand for you, Alice.” I said, unchaining her as I helped her to sit up. Her cheeks were bright red, and she refused to look at me. I walked her to the restroom in silence, telling her to enjoy her shower this time.

What she didn’t know was that even there I had cameras watching her. I had seen her masturbate herself to orgasm with her fingers trying desperately to do what mine could to her. I had seen the frustration in her face and body as it slumped against the shower walls, and I could see it now. I didn’t need to tell her I was watching. I think we both knew by now, and Alice didn’t ever stop doing what she did. She desperately sought release from the buildup of sexual tension she seemed to get every time I entered the room.

Dreaming of Passion’s Fire

I hated what this had become. It was routine. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I wasn’t supposed to ache in the shower, fingers sliding between my sexes, trying to copy what he had done to me. I shouldn’t let my eyes linger on his pants a little too long, wanting to feel that hard bulge deep inside of me. That wasn’t what was supposed to happen. I was supposed to hate him. The police were supposed to come. I was supposed to be free, but I was learning not everything went as expected. I certainly wasn’t supposed to be sitting here, remembering a dream I had the night before as he talked to me.

“What are you becoming, Alice?” He asked for the third time since I had arrived here. I had tried to count the days, but I knew it had to be past a week now. I knew the answer he wanted.

“A slave.” I said, and the word was like acid on my tongue, but it also sent a thrill of pleasure through me.

“Your slave. I’m yours. Oh God.” I would shout as he had me bent over the bed. His hands pulled my ass up higher in the air, making my calves strain as I was on tip toes so he could get deeper inside of me, filling me. His voice interrupted my memory of the dream.

“How are you coming to terms with that?” He asked, seeming genuinely curious as I ate the lunch he had brought me. It was a sandwich with chips and a glass of soda. My favorite soda to be precise. I hated when he treated me nice. The lines were blurring too much. Good and bad. I hated thinking he was kind. I didn’t answer. He chuckled. I didn’t need to answer.

“Do you know the only thing I haven’t done to you that you’ll need to get used to, Alice?” He said, teasing me with my name again, making me tune into him. I knew what he was talking about. The dream played in my head again.

I could feel him against me, driving into me deeper than any man had ever reached. He was better than his fingers had ever been. He was thick and hard, and he reached around to pinch my nipple with one hand, making me arch back against him, pushing him deeper. I came, hard and violently in a release like I could never get on my own. It was only something he could force out of me, forcing me to endure pleasure I’d never find in the soft, gentlemen I had before him.

“No.” I said softly.

“Treated you like a woman.” He said, “I’ve shown you pain. I’ve shown you pleasure.” He said, taking a sip of his scotch as he watched me eat. There was no need for the chain anymore. I knew better than to run. He had informed me quite coolly before that we were quite a ways away from anything, and not even in the same state as we were before. I wanted to believe he had been lying, but his voice told me differently. I knew what he was getting at, but I didn’t want to think about.

“I hadn’t fucked you yet.” He said, spitting it out, and there it was between me and my captor. I looked at him, biting my lip and my breathing hitched. I was getting wet, and I couldn’t hide it. I was sure that he knew. He knew me better now than I had ever known myself, and I hated it. It also thrilled me.

“Do you want me too?” He asked, and his voice was softer than it had ever been before. His eyes were cool. They were still intense when I looked up. I couldn’t answer, and that all too familiar smirk curled over his lips.

“Think about it, Alice. You know what you are now. What you’ve become. Do you want me to fuck you or do you only want the pain this life can offer? Will you take the pleasures it has for you as well?” He said, and he got up.