Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 (DARK EROTICA)

“Damn it.” I shouted, and he chuckled before starting to fuck me hard but slow, teasing me.

“You like it.” He hissed in my ear, and I bit my bottom lip. He had taken everything from me, and I didn’t want to give my enslaver any more control over me. At least I didn’t think so. My body betrayed me yet again.

“Yes.” I moaned soft and sweetly before I could snatch the words back up against. He shoved me back down on the bed with my ass up in the air faster than I thought was possible. His hand was on my back, pressing between my shoulder blades and keeping me from getting up as his nails dug into my hip with his other hand, fucking me like an animal. I came, clenching around him as my entire body shuddered with my orgasm.

“Master.” I cried out for the first time in my pleasure before I felt him push in one more time, roughly as he started to come inside of me. There was no going back now. My world had changed forever. I don’t know when I figured it out, but somehow I knew it would long before this moment. That was just a thought for another time, and so I pushed it back as best I could.

Damon: Capturing Perfection

I looked at the girl with cool, calculating eyes. I could tell that she was still sleeping. She breathed shallow, easy breathes, and it was probably the most peaceful I was going to see the girl for a while. It had been a long while since I had seen a girl sleep so peacefully. Usually, it was more of a struggle to get them where she was now. She was so small though. She was a true figure eight with her large C cups looking like DD’s in her thin, short five foot frame, and her hips looking wide, but she was small nonetheless.

Yet, now she was in his room far from the city that she knew. I looked over her pale blonde hair. It wasn’t the honey blonde that you saw with so many girls. Where it was just about to go brown. No, it was that platinum blonde that when the light caught it, you could see almost silver threads in it. It was beautiful, and her blue eyes weren’t that murky blue green that so many had. They were baby blue, and they looked so innocent on her small, high cheek bone, chiseled face.

I could feel myself hardening just looking at her, and I wanted to take her and show her the first lesson that she’d need to learn. Not yet. I reminded myself. She had to wake up. She had to learn. She had to know what fear was, and fear would breed obedience through my teachings. That was something I was sure of. I looked away from the camera and decided to go out for some food. I had no fear that she’d get out. She wouldn’t even make it off the bed if she tried to run. I thought to myself with a small chuckle as the door clicked behind me.

Alice: Down the Rabbit Hole

My head was pounding. That was the first thing that I could think about. Everything about me hurt. I couldn’t remember anything, and any time that I tried to pull up a memory it seemed like my head was pounding more. I wanted to panic, and I almost did, but the pain wouldn’t even grant me that as I tried to sit up. I don’t know how long I stayed there, begging my body to respond to me, but it didn’t want to.

Finally, I was able to sit up, but I was sure that I had slipped in and out of conscious long before that. Sitting up was all I could do, as I soon found out. I felt pressure on my neck in a way I had never felt before. My fingernails dug at cool leather. It was a collar, and horror started to set in as I was finally able to take stock of my situation. I was cold, and it had nothing to do with the temperature in the room.

It took a long time for me to be able to open my eyes. I looked down, seeing my pale legs were bare and dirty. My feet were bare, and I knew without needing a mirror that I was in nothing but the bra and panty set I had been wearing that day when I closed the coffee shop. Why me? Was my first thought?

That’s when it all came flooding back in one painful flash. I don’t know how long I had been out, but I remember breathing deep, something acidic. I remembered strong, gloved hands taking me into his control, forced against a hard chest with strong arms holding me still and silent. I hadn’t stood a chance. Not with my small frame.

Tears pricked at my eyes, and cotton sheets felt almost too hot against me. I looked for something to cover myself, and moving a few inches was when I felt the collar tighten. My head whipped around quickly. Too quickly. The pounding increased, making me groan out loud. I saw the thin metal chain, but it didn’t matter how thin it was. I wasn’t going to be able to budge it.

Breathe. I thought to myself, but it was easier said than done. I could feel panic choking me. A scream wanted to rise in my throat, but there was no point in it. I knew, rationally, that there was no point in me doing anything besides checking out my surroundings and waiting for an opportunity. I looked around the room for a door. There it was.

There was no lock on this side, but I had an uneasy feeling that I was locked in without the ability to lock anyone else out. Windows. I thought, looking around as frantically as my throbbing head would allow, but I saw none. That only increased my panic. I’m not in a basement at least. I thought. At least, I don’t think so. My thoughts were interrupted soon after. The door slid open, and I stilled. I could hear it click open, and I turned my head to face the person that had captured me, and tears pricked my eyes again. I re

membered this man.

* * *

It was just another shift, but it was a slow one. I wasn’t getting any tips at all, and I couldn’t help but to sigh to myself. That’s when he came in. his dark brown hair and olive colored skin was beautiful. He was one of those men that you knew when you looked at him, that he could steal your breath away with a single glance. He was just perfection, but he was wearing dirty jeans and a tight fitting shirt under a leather jacket. He obviously wasn’t American, but that didn’t stop me from beaming at him. If anything, it made me want him more.

“Welcome to Katy’s Coffee Shop.” I said with a little more enthusiasm in my voice than needed. He looked over the shop, and his gaze slid directly to me. Those dark, piercing brown eyes seemed to be wiser than any man of his age. They promised mischief, and his smile was dazzling.

“Well, I feel welcome.” He teased.

“What would you like?” I said, and my voice threatened to crack. I had never had someone say something so teasing. It seemed to drip with lust, but I tried to remind myself that it wasn’t possible. No man would look at me like that. Not a man like him.

“A tall, dark espresso.” He said, and it seemed like the only drink that would fit a man like this. I went to start it.

“Anything else?” I asked. My voice was stronger when I wasn’t looking him directly in the eyes. “Anything sweet? We have the best muffins in town, but the pastries are better. Oh jeez. The blackberry Danish is to die for.” I said, but I knew I was gushing. I had to turn back to face him, and his eyes seemed intense.

“You don’t have any sweets that would fit my appetite.” He said with a small wink, and I felt my cheeks heating up as his eyes slid down my body in a teasing, almost taunting manner.

“No?” I squeaked out, and he chuckled. It was a deep, rich sound. I remember thinking he must be a God. No one sounded that perfect.

“Not that you’d be willing to give me.” He said, and I handed him his espresso, and he slid me a twenty, walking away.

“Don’t you want change?” I managed to say almost breathlessly, but the man hadn’t looked back.

* * *

That had been two weeks ago. I thought I’d never see the man again. I had dreamt about him at night. I had gotten wet at the sight of him. I had imagined it going very differently. I had imagined him telling me that his appetites were for a woman like me. I had imagined the man giving me his number, bending me over the counter, stealing a kiss instead of leaving me a large tip. I had looked for him in the streets, and I thought I would have given anything to see him again.