Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 (DARK EROTICA)

Ivan had tied me up tonight. I had expected him to use silk bondage rope, maybe his tie, anything but what he had used. Just like everything about him, he once again surprised me by pulling out the zip ties. Hard plastic cut into my wrist, and I knew I was completely at this God’s mercy. He was going to play my body like the violin it was.

I had looked at him with excitement and a mild amount of fear running through me as he had then put the blindfold on me. My hands were secured behind me. I was thrown onto my back, and his silky, satin sheets seemed too soft in comparison to what he was going to do to me, making me vulnerable to him again because without my eyesight all I could do was feel. It made Ivan that much more intense, just like every orgasm he pulled out of my prone body.

“You’ll have to trust me now, little one.” He had teased me.

He often called me ‘little one’ or ‘little slut’ due to our age difference. At first it had bothered me, but now it seemed a dark promise that he would soon make me come undone. I didn’t trust him, but now I had no choice. I knew that he’d do anything to cause me pain and pleasure, mixing

together in an intoxicating way I couldn’t get enough of. 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 that 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 told 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 that primal, carnal way that only he seemed to be able to do, giving me orgasm after orgasm in the process.

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, this time, this 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 him again. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to think of anything but hi if I did. I would want to go into my room and then grab my vibrator, hoping that it’d take care of that incessant need this time. That it’d make me ache a little less.

I had went 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 it was relaxed unlike my curly hair. She smiled at me with those bright green eyes of her and she was even tanner than I was.

“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 other men liked 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, and 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, and I had odd dreams, 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 had to take a long, cold shower before I even went to the gym, and I was once again sucked into the memory of how he had taken me.

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.

When I woke up I just 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.