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  “I’m good, thanks,” I said, shrugging off his coat and passed it back to him. I had too many drinks at the club, I didn’t want to get sick and ruin his white furniture.

  “I’m sorry, I thought you looked cold,” he flushed again as he took the coat from me and threw it over the back of his leather couch. He ran a hand through his dark hair; his large strong hands revealed every muscle and sinew. He must work out often.

  Cold my ass. I wasn’t born yesterday, but I was willing to let his snobbiness slide. The light dusting of grey along the side of his hair made me guess that he must be at least ten years older than me. I found the age difference enticing; I was no longer interested in boys my age. They were immature idiots. This guy was a man, a sophisticated man.

  “Come,” he motioned to me, guiding me through a long hallway. The walls were all pure white and everything was sparkling clean. We passed what looked like a bedroom and I wondered if he should have taken me in there. Then he opened a closed door at the end of the hall and my jaw dropped. Oh shit! I’ve read about this, who hasn’t? This was definitely not my thing. Voyeuristic sex and sex parties had been giving me the high I needed but this… I was not sure about this.

  My mouth hung slightly open and my eyes must have been round. He didn’t notice because his own eyes had glazed over with lust. His dark brown eyes looked almost black in the dim light. There was a large bed in the center of the room with white satin sheets that looked firmly pressed. A large black lacquered chest against one wall was the only other piece of furniture in the room. Above the bed was… no, it couldn’t be. They looked like old-fashioned shackles that you would see in a dungeon for legs and arms. I’m glad that I put back a few tequila shots before I came because it was helping to ease the anxiety crawling up my throat and warmth swarming through my stomach.

  Looking around I began to understand. I borrowed this outfit from Nessa, my best friend. And yes, it was a little over the top. The black leather bra and leather mini skirt were definitely sexy, and I could see where this guy might have gotten the impression that I was in to this kind of thing. When I left Nessa at the sex party, she was busy with two guys and she begged me to stay and join in, but tonight I was looking for a more intimate connection. A connection that would take away the loneliness that had slowly been creeping its way into my life.

  “Come,” he said again, assertively drawing out his hand and hooking it around my waist, bringing me in close to him. As his nose grazed my hair and ran down my neck, I shivered. My bold side, the side I showed at the parties, had withdrawn. As much as I wanted to numb my pain, I didn’t know if I could handle what this guy had to dish out.

  “Undress yourself,” he commanded. His eyes smoldered but his demeanor was rigid. I slowly began to undress myself. I wasn’t sure if I should escape or try this new experience with the hopes that it would make me forget my present situation, even if it was for just a short while. Life isn’t fair, I can tell you that. It was hard when you live a perfect life and everything gets taken away from you with almost a snap of a finger. I lost my family and my boyfriend in such a short amount of time, it felt like I only blinked and the rug had been pulled out from under me. Since Nessa introduced me to the lifestyle of sex parties, it distracted me enough to keep me from completely drowning.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered along my neck, pulling me from my morbid thoughts. He was so damned sexy that it sent a shiver up my spine. I slipped off my bra and skirt. “No, leave those on,” he said, referring to my four inch black stilettos. Okay, this should be interesting.

  “Come,” he repeated, extending his hand and pointing his head toward the bed, gesturing for me to climb up. He really didn’t say much but he was so smoking hot, I couldn’t deny him or turn him away. It was unfair that I turned to putty with only his subtle touches. I lifted my left knee onto the mattress first, not wanting to stand with my stilettos on the bed. The bed was hard and firm under my knees, and I easily stood up maintaining my balance. Being naked in front of a stranger doesn’t faze me. After attending a number of sex parties, inhibitions get lost. He unzipped his black dress pants and lowered them. My breath hitched when I saw his Calvin Klein boxer shorts and washboard abs. He really did look like he stepped out of a magazine. And those tribal tattoos across his chest. Looking at them made my mouth water, and I unintentionally licked my lips.

  “Stand here and spread your arms and legs,” he ordered. Maybe I should have feared that he wanted me tied up, how bad could it be? Excitement coursed through me and I was a willing participant. Especially when I saw his throbbing dick and realized how badly he wanted me. He placed the shackles over my wrists and they pinched my skin. There was going to be pain involved in this, I was sure of it. The thought of pain caused my adrenaline to spike and my heart to beat fast. I wanted this, badly. He placed the shackles around my slim ankles and the rough metal rubbed my soft skin.

  “Hold still,” he continued with the same firm voice. His beautiful face lacked expression or emotion, making me wonder what was coming next. “Hold still,” he ordered again and my inner-self chuckled, like I could have moved if I wanted to. He remained quiet, almost like the calm before a storm hits. He opened the chest against the wall and my mouth dropped in a large O. Holy fucking hell. He pulled out a cane and I took a big gulp thinking that thing looked like more than I could handle. My rapid heartbeat turned from excited to frantic.

  “You like it rough, little bitch?” he asked, flipping his monotone voice into something cold and angry. I must have swallowed my tongue because I couldn’t find the words to answer. He pulled on the long metal bar where the shackles were attached. Shit! This thing moved on rollers. The bar was in a shape of a T and he could turn me any way he pleased and the rest of my body followed. He spun me to face the white wall. My breathing was shallow and I forced myself to gasp for air. The room was so quiet that if a pin dropped you could have heard it. He cupped my ass in his hands and squeezed. “Nice, I’m going to enjoy making this ivory skin pink.” He grinned. Fuck! He was a damn psycho.

  He stood up behind me; I could see the cane from the corner of my eye. His muscles were tensing and he looked turned on, but there was another look on his face that I couldn’t place. Okay, give it to me, baby! Was all I could think, give me pain. I was craving it. As the thoughts entered my mind, I questioned my sanity and realized how far I’d strayed from the girl I once was. The girl who loved her high school boyfriend and stayed with him for years. I saw my childhood pass me by in a brief glimpse, the good times and my innocence. And then it came, SMACK straight across my behind. Between the sting and the biting pain, I hissed in a deep breath and tried to breathe through the pain. Before I had time to recover. SMACK. This time it was across my back. My head fell forward and colors passed me by. I willed myself not to give in. SMACK. Okay, I wanted numb. I wanted pain. I had it. This. Was. Pain. If she only knew what I was doing right now to fill the emptiness she would die. SMACK. He was giving me no time to recover; he was a fucking animal. Why didn’t I tell him to stop? The nice gentleman from earlier had left the building.

  I was lost, drunk in pain. Every ounce of innocence that had been left to redeem had withered away. SMACK. Oh, this was too much! Tears spring from my eyes. Actual tears. This wasn’t me, I don’t cry dammit.

  “You’re a strong bitch, aren’t you?” he snapped with a devilish grin. Of all the men at the sex club, I chose to go home with the devil. He threw the cane to the floor, I could barely see past my tears, but I was alert enough to realize that he had pressed up to my behind, his erection pressing into my back. “Blood,” he muttered under his breath. He spun me around so that I was facing him. This sex crazed woman batterer showed me that he had blood on his finger. Then he stuck it into his mouth and his dark brown eyes turned almost cobalt. He walked away and I tried to catch my breath, but my body was screaming violently to get up and run. Only I didn’t listen. The shackles bound me so I could barely move and my fight and flight skills
had temporarily vacated, along with my sanity. He returned a moment later. “We’ll need to lube you up,” he said, pouring what looked like a bottle of lubricant into his hands. He rolled it over his cock. I couldn’t imagine him sticking his dick inside me now.

  “Do you have any hard limits?” he asked. I had no idea what he was referring to. I was too upset and lost to answer. Then he ran some lubricant over my ass. Fuck, he wasn’t planning on going in there, was he?

  “Look, I think we have a misunderstanding here…” I began to say.

  “Shut up, you dirty cunt,” he replied. Holy shit! This was worse than I thought. Getting tied up was a turn on. The caning was hell but he got me to cry, maybe I needed to cry. I didn’t think I could handle his next move though. He rubbed his hand along my ass and slid his thumb inside. I felt all my muscles tensing around him.

  “Very tight, this is going to fucking hurt,” he said, causing my breath to hitch. I pulled at the restraints like a wild animal needing to flee, and I heard his perturbed laugh behind me.

  “Please, I don’t want this,” I cried out.

  “So you’re a fucking tease, are you?” he spluttered. Then he walked away to the chest and retrieved a box of condoms. I heard the plastic of the wrapper tear and out of the corner of my eye watched as he rolled it over his cock. I tried to slow my breaths and figure a way out of this mess but I was at a loss. From behind I could feel the crown of his cock warm and thick circling my behind and I inhaled sharply. Then in one swift rough movement he rammed it into my ass, I felt like I had completely ripped open and I was seeing colors. Fuck. I scrambled to get away from him but I was still tied up. My heartbeat was so erratic I thought I might have a heart attack. As tears spurted out of my eyes, I begged him to stop but he kept to his forceful rhythm.

  “Please, please stop!” I cried out.

  He picked up speed and I could feel him lengthening and tearing me until he groaned and stiffened. It may have only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity of hell. He pulled out of my ass, and I wanted to scream from the pain. I had never engaged in anal sex or anything close to it, and I was far from ready. My behind was burning. I was sure I was bleeding from there. I turned my head watching to see what he would do next. My body was revolting against me. I felt vomit crawling up the back of my throat. I didn’t think I could keep it down. I thought he would probably kill me if I threw up all over his white sheets. I began to gag until I couldn’t keep it down. I vomited violently and it landed on his sheets. Instead of helping me, he had the audacity to laugh.

  “This is too fucking good. You cry and you throw up, eh, stupid bitch? I’m going to fuck that hot pussy of yours now,” he said as his eyes glistened. The cool blood slowly oozed its way down my back, I wondered how bad it was, how much blood I was losing. I was having a full-blown panic attack, but it was completely internal, my pulse was frantic. I was sweating and my vision was blurry. He pressed me up against the wall so that he was facing me, and ran his fingers over my pussy.

  “Hmm, you’re dry.” He looked surprised. Then he dropped to his knees and began to lick my pussy. My arms and legs sagged, and I wished I could lie back on the bed and die. I just wanted to die. I was looking for a way to numb the pain but this man broke me. He licked me relentlessly and my legs gave out, causing the shackles to dig deeper into my skin. When I was almost over the edge, he stopped and pulled back. I didn’t even understand how I had responded to such a monster, but with nowhere to run my body must have relented. He walked over to the chest and picked up an old style key. Fuck! I hoped he planned on releasing me. As much as I wanted to be put out of my misery, I didn’t want to die here. He unlocked my left hand first then my right. When my hands were freed, I rubbed them and saw the dark indentations left behind.

  He unlocked my legs and flipped me on my back. When my back made contact with the bed, it burned and the wetness seeped into the sheets, making me wonder how badly I was bleeding. Maybe it would be better if I just bled out on this bed after all. I slowly got up to leave. I didn’t have any fight in me. If I wasn’t completely broken before, I was now. He picked up the box of condoms thrown on the bed and took another condom out. How many victims has this guy had? I can’t imagine anyone enjoying this.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked with his brows furrowed. “I’m not done with you. You can’t be a cock tease in here, look how hard I still am for you,” he said pointing to his man parts. The thought of having sex with him caused me to dry heave and he threw his head back laughing. He took me by the wrist and I knew I had to let him do this. I had no strength to fight him, and he was clearly not going to let me go. He pushed me against the bed and threw me down so I was flat on my back. My back and ass were throbbing, and I was scared he might have ripped me open. I winced from the pain and his eyes turned to dark pools of lust. His rough rhythm was torture. He reached over for the lube again and pulled out of me as he spread it over his cock. Then he slid back inside me, I closed my eyes, willing my mind to take me to a different place and time. As he rolled his hips, his finger dipped between my legs rubbing my clit. It was borderline painful. He lifted both my legs over his shoulders and the real pounding began. His smooth features and cute dimples from earlier were lost and before me was a man that looked stark and dangerous, a man that gets off on causing pain. He pulled my hair into his fist and yanked hard, causing my chin to lift backward. He smacked into me hard, again and again and then he came, and I prayed that this was finally over. My earlier tears drying along my cheeks, my mind and body were numb. He climbed off of me, and the smile he had earlier returned, leaving the serious brute from moments ago behind.

  “That was good.” He smiled and his skin glistened from his exertion. I didn’t respond.

  “Can we meet again?” he asked, showing off those deceiving dimples.

  I couldn’t answer him because I was scared of him and I was scared of myself. What the fuck was that? What’s wrong with me? I’d seriously lost myself. I quickly rushed over to my clothes and frantically got my bra on. It hurt to close it over my wounds, but I needed to get out of there fast. My heart rate was borderline berserk and my breathing was so labored that I thought I would pass out, but I couldn’t let that happen with this sick fuck to take care of me. I slipped on my skirt and fell over with my damned heels on. I needed to get home. I had responsibilities there.

  “Do you want a warm cloth?” he asked, pointing his chin to my back. Are you for fucking real, buddy? He beats me raw then wants to take care of the wounds he caused?

  “No thanks,” I muttered, grabbing my jacket and purse.

  “You’re leaving?” His tone was one of surprise, leaving me flabbergasted.

  “Yes.” I turned my head, looking toward the door and dashed out of the room, down the long narrow hallway that we entered from. The main area of the condo was huge, but I saw the door and made a straight line for it.

  “Can I get your number?” he asked, walking after me briskly. From the corner of my eye I noticed the cute grin from earlier plastered back on his cruel face.

  “No.” I opened the door and walked out. Fuck, it was good to be out of there. With trembling fingers I pressed the button for the elevator, hoping he didn’t follow me. He followed me out of his apartment wearing the dark slacks from earlier sitting low on his trim waist.

  “Wait, was that not okay?” He took my wrist and asked with a confused tone. His thick dark brows bunched together. I couldn’t even answer him, the walls were closing in on me, and I needed to get out. The elevator door dinged and opened. I pulled my wrist out of his grip and walked into the elevator. When it arrived on the main floor I exhaled. I wanted to fall down and cry, but I wouldn’t allow it. This short burst of weakness had to be buried. I called Nessa. She didn’t pick up. I’m not surprised. She was probably tangled up with more than one man. I walked out of the condominium, thankful to be in a public place. I didn’t know this city very well, so I flagged a cab.

 
“Where to, Miss?” The middle-aged cabbie asked, looking back at me smiling. I decided right then that I hated smiling people. How can they smile at this shitty life? Maybe their life was good and that’s why they smile. I hadn’t smiled in six months and I doubted I ever would again. Fate had dealt me a shitty hand.

  “To the nearest hospital,” I replied and my voice was almost a whisper. The truth was that it hurt to breathe. My dammed back was stinging, and I felt like I could barely walk because my ass felt like it had been torn apart. I wouldn’t have cared if I died right now, but I was needed at home, so I had to get my shit together and fast.

  ***

  I walked out of the hospital with stitches in my back and in my rectum. The asshole actually tore me inside. The pain was excruciating and the thought of stitches where his cock should have never gone was traumatizing. Luckily, the nurse gave me enough painkillers to last me the ride home. I felt woozy and not completely with it. When the doctor asked me if I was raped and if I would like to talk to a counselor or even worse, the cops. I wanted neither of those things. I felt like a worn out rag. Used too many times and thrown away. Did the man with no name rape me? The thought scared the living hell out of me. Remembering his dark eyes sent a roll of pain over my body and caused goose bumps to erupt along my bony arms. I thought it was losing my family that would break me, but I was broken and they weren’t even gone yet.

  I repeatedly remembered asking him to stop and he wouldn’t. I don’t know much about the BDSM lifestyle, but I assumed it was supposed to be consensual. I realized I didn’t protest at first, but when I begged him to stop and he wouldn’t, he morphed from handsome man into monster. He was a sick fuck and now I was drowning in a pool of darkness that is so much deeper than the one I had been swimming in. I pulled out my phone again to call Nessa. On the third ring she finally picked up.