The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

His thumb was at my ass, and my eyes widened, but he threatened to take away my sight, and so I closed my eyes, trying to relax as he pushed his thumb inside of me, opening up my ass to him.

I knew what he wanted, but I had yet to give it to him. I had yet to give him all of me, but Ivan was good at taking what he wanted, and he was even better at making you think that you wanted to give it to him all along. That’s what I thought now. That I wanted him to have it, but I was just too afraid. He had taken that fear from me, and here I had no choice but to enjoy every moment he gave to me. His other fingers were at my clit, rubbing in soft, slow circles.

“Relax for me, my little slut.” He told me before his thumb fully entered me, and I did relax. He had played with my ass multiple times. I was lost in the pleasure as he added another finger, using lube to make sure that his fingers glided into my anal ring easily, opening me up for him.

“If I don’t open you up this is going to hurt a lot more than it should.” He consoled me, seeming to whisper it as a promise of pleasure.

I could feel myself clench, somehow on the verge of coming as this dark, beautiful god toyed with me, leading me to the brink of orgasm and keeping me there. It wasn’t long before he withdrew his fingers, replacing it with his thick cock, trying to push it into me where I thought it’d never fit. He leaned down to kiss me, bending me again as the heels of my feet rested on his broad shoulders, and his soft lips met mine, kissing me as I cried out as he finally entered me there. I had never felt as full as he thrust his hips back and forth, working himself deep inside of me. Pain ebbed away giving way to pleasure that I had never known as Ivan used me in a primal, carnal way that only he seemed to be able to do, giving me orgasm after orgasm in the process.

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Chapter Four

I almost cursed again. The chicken was browned perfectly, but now I was aching. If I hadn’t been wearing a bright blue thong with a matching bra, I was sure that my juices would be dripping down my legs, and my thong would only keep my wetness from doing so for so long. I had made sure to remove the wine from the freezer, but placed the glasses in it. My mother said she’d be bringing a date, but I tried not to think of what businessman she may have ended up with this time. It was too much to think about. I never really liked them, and they never really lasted. No matter how much mother said they’d’ last this time.

“This time, next time, that time,” she had said the same thing when I was growing up, but no one ever lasted. I never had a dad, but that was just fine for me. I went back to steaming the vegetables in the wok, looking at the clock. I knew that she’d be here soon. I didn’t want to think about Ivan anymore. I knew I’d be useless company at dinner if I did. I had to somehow escape the way his absence haunted my desires for him. But at this moment I just wanted to run to my bedroom, grab my vibrator, and ease this incessant need.

I had gone to the gym every day since he seemed to have disappeared. Ivan had not shown up, and it had made me feel more frustrated by the day. Just as I thought everything was going as planned, and that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate much longer, the choice was taken from me. I heard the doorbell ring. I yelled for them to come in, and sure enough my mother walked through the door. Her hair was the perfect caramel color, with red highlights. My mother always loved red, and her hair always lay relaxed, unlike my unruly, curly hair. She smiled at me with those bright green eyes of her and she was even tanner than the last I saw her.

“Baby! It smells delicious in here.” She said in that sugary sweet voice of hers.

“Hey mom. Where’s that boyfriend of yours?” I asked, expecting her to say that she got tired of him.

“Oh he’ll be up in a moment. He’s taking a call at the moment. Business.” She said, waiving it off as if there was no real reason he wouldn’t be there.

“Oh, stir fry. You flatter me. You usually make some health-nut choice, but this smells great.” She said, and I tried not to let my mother’s comment sting.

I wasn’t a health-nut. I just liked looking good. My mother did as well, but she was a little more padded than I was. She was curvy, but proportionate. Not like me. I liked my exaggerated figure eight, and I knew that men loved the perfect hourglass as well. Like Ivan. I thought.

“Ivan.” I heard my mother say, as if hearing my thoughts and I couldn’t help but to be startled.

“Ivan?” I mimicked, trying to figure out how my mother had seemed to know the man who was on my mind, and that’s when I saw him walk through the door.

I thought my heart was going to explode and I was going to implode with the sheer need I felt at him. I wanted to be angry, but if he was here to whisk me away, how could I be? I just wanted to be in his arms again or in his bed. I didn’t care which, but that’s when the impossible seemed to happen and things got even weirder. I didn’t know what to think. He looked just as much like charred bronze perfection as he did the first time I saw him, almost two months ago in the gym.

He looked just as muscular as every time we were in the bed together. Or the floor. Or the shower. I thought, trying to cut those thoughts off, but I wasn’t the one in his arms this time. My mother was. It was like my whole world shattered, and I didn’t know what to do about it. The rest of the evening would be torture. I’d sit there and chat with my mother, smiling and trying not to let that smile fall. I knew she didn’t know that I had intimately been with the person that may as well be my new father soon.

Ivan glanced at me in a way that made me flush with heat and have to excuse myself more times than once. My mother was convinced I may have come down sick, to which I replied that I planned to sweat out my frustration later at the gym. Ivan mentioned he’d probably go to the gym tomorrow too. It was an off-hand comment, but it seemed to be directed at me with such an intensity I didn’t know what to do with it. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

Chapter Five

I had tossed and turned all night sobbing over his betrayal, yet still lusting for him, remembering how he had contorted me and made me scream his name. I remembered how much I ached for him, and waking up was the same. I tried to take a long, cold shower to sober my distorted emotions, before I heading to the gym, but it was useless. I was once again sucked into the memory of how he had taken me; how he had betrayed me.

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His cock thrust in and out of my pussy, making me ache for him. I cried out, pushing back against him as much as I could. He had me tied to the bed. My hands were fastened with zip ties to his headboard again, and the bed creaked under us. I could feel him filling every inch of me as his calloused hands worked over my breasts. He tugged on the chain that connected the nipple clamps together, which he had fastened to me tightly the moment he had my hands tied to the bedpost.

I shivered again as he pushed inside of me, thrusting in and out, before getting on the verge of coming, and Ivan had pulled back. He always knew when to pull back, as if me orgasming was something he gave me, and he wouldn’t give it to me until he felt like it. It was both humiliating and exciting. I could feel myself blush a deep, dark red.

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My subconscious continued to punish me with daydreams, and when I stumbled yet again into reality, all wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to think of the moments I had shared with Ivan. I didn’t want to think of him as he was last night. With my mother. I wanted to think of us. I wanted to think of the way he told me that people were meant to work out. I just wanted everything to go back to normal, but I knew it wouldn’t. When I finally stepped out of the shower, I was able to get dressed, drying and tying my hair back.

I drove to the gym, and I was prepared to stay there all day if I had to. I was going to see Ivan. How could he be with my mother? How come he didn’t call me? Why didn’t he say anything when he got there? Everything was spinning in my head so far, that I couldn’t think of anything else, and anger was rolling up inside of me. When I got to the gym, it seemed almost anticlimactic. He wasn’t there, and so I tried to burn off as much energy as I could just working out. It felt right, but it was also empty.

Every time that I looked around, I was looking for Ivan, but he wasn’t there yet. I put in my headphones, turning on Nightwish until her soprano voice was singing so loudly in my head that I couldn’t think of anything else. When I gave up and stopped thinking about seeing Ivan every moment, that’s when I saw him. I hadn’t seen when he’d gotten there. He was once again, as usual, pumping iron. Like déjà vu all over again, he looked every part of the god that he was the first time I laid eyes on him, and it made me wet for him all over again.

It also sparked the anger that I felt before, and I didn’t hesitate to put everything aside and go over there this time. I stormed over there, and he looked at me as I came over. His eyes were once again all too aware of me, and he just looked at me walking across the gym; my large hips swaying as sweat glistened on that perfect chest of his. I somehow knew that he wouldn’t stop even when I wanted him to. I knew that he would keep going until his rep was done, and that was too much to bear, but I waited there, tapping my foot. I could feel onlookers watching.