Consumed: A Dark Paranormal Romance Page 10

  I cried out, but still, the wax continued torturing my nakedness, marking me as his.

  The candle moved closer to my breasts and with it, the flames surrounding us did too.

  The sweltering fire stole every hint of coldness from my body, devouring it into a pit of ashes until all that was left was torrid heat.

  My whimpers soon turned into screams.

  Agony. Pleasure. Hurt. Desire.

  My mind a mass of confusion, my body reacted as though it knew that Markos was my master. My clit throbbed. My nipples pulsed with unreleased passion and my inner walls fluttered against empty air. I wanted to come.

  I needed it as much as I needed air to survive.

  The air became thin, smoke billowing up around us as flames crackled closer to my flesh. I turned my head anxiously, watching them crawl toward us, swallowing up one inch after another. Its progressive crawl seemed inevitable. We were trapped.

  If this continued, I was going to be burned alive. I thrashed, trying to escape, but soon, I realized my efforts were useless. I wasn’t going anywhere. Markos had me right where he wanted and that was where I was going to stay until he decided differently.

  Still, the candle moved closer to my chest and so did the flames that threatened to steal my last dying breath.

  Each drop of the wax was like liquid fire, searing and burning into my flesh. I sobbed with pain, the agony tearing right down into the depths of my soul. My body betrayed me, taking that hurt and transforming it into pleasure and soon, I was on the edge of orgasm once again.

  Markos knew how to play my body and he did it well.

  The candle drew closer to my breasts, barely above the points of my nipples and I froze, both with terror and an insane arousal that held me captive.

  “Markos, please,” I begged as the flame crackled, scarce inches from my flesh.

  He didn’t answer.

  I boiled from inside out, pain twisting into demented pleasure and capturing me completely in its clutches. I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them, staring down at my painted breasts just as he tilted the candle a bit more, bringing the flickering light right down toward my greedy, pebbled nipple.

  Another flame appeared over the opposite side, a twin to the candle that threatened both my breasts at once.

  “Don’t. Please,” I begged.

  Pleasure shivered up and down my spine and I began to scream.

  The flames edged closer. The fire burning around me grew hotter, almost as if I was a witch about to be burned at the stake. My shrieks echoed around us, bouncing off the rock walls around us and amplifying even louder. The sounds of my own voice both terrified me and thrilled me, and my passion grew higher still.

  I was going to come.

  And I might burn alive.

  My pussy throbbed, and I felt liquid heat gather in between my legs, soaking the gauzy fabric lining my folds. My wetness burned against my flesh and still, I yearned for release.

  Drops of wax cascaded down, dripping down onto my nipples.

  Intense desire, more powerful than ever before surged hotly from deep inside me.

  The candlelight flared, hot and bright until it consumed everything. Nothing else mattered but the fire and my passionate desire for more.

  I screamed, my pleasure igniting just as the flames brushed against my nipples and I shattered into a million pieces.

  * * *

  The next time I woke, I found myself in a new place entirely.

  Hesitantly, I opened my eyes, expecting to find myself in heaven or in another of Markos’ dungeons. No longer was I surrounded by domed walls lined with red candles. Instead, I was kneeling, my wrists bound behind my back in a lavishly decorated boudoir. Beneath my knees was a soft, dark red rug and I was grateful for it. To my right was a massive bed, lined with plush scarlet velvet quilts and a tremendous number of soft, fluffy pillows. I longed to lie there and sleep for the rest of my days, but I wasn’t going to be so lucky.

  I looked out the window and only saw the night sky. Outside, stars sparkled brightly. It felt almost tranquil, but the anxious feeling in my belly told me anything but.

  I gazed down at my body, surprised to find myself naked once more. My legs were wrapped with black rope, tied together tight enough that it left me with little hope of being able to stand and run away. I couldn’t even walk over to the bed if I wanted to.

  My breasts felt sore, but upon further inspection, looked entirely normal. I narrowed my eyes in confusion. I couldn’t quite remember what had happened to them, but I felt as though I recalled searing, burning heat.

  My memory felt fractured.

  What was happening to me? Was I suffering from more visions? Had the doctors taken me and forced more medication into my system? Was I dreaming?

  Question after question swirled through my mind, only stopping when I heard footsteps outside of the door to the bedroom. Swallowing nervously, I turned my head and watched as the heavy, carved wood swung open.

  Markos walked inside.

  My naked body yearned for his touch. With just his presence alone, my nipples peaked, and I felt my pussy become slick with arousal. It was almost like some ancient, powerful magic. My muscles clenched tightly, nervously awaiting what he was going to do to me next.

  He stared at me hard and I dropped my eyes, only to see the firm bulge of his cock in his pants hardening before my eyes. As much as I wanted him, he wanted me too.

  “You’ve been a good little girl, Kassandra. I’m thinking perhaps I should reward you,” he said, and I raised my gaze hopefully. Licking my lips, I held onto the hope that maybe he would untie me, throw me down on the bed, and fuck me until I was senseless with pleasure.

  “Such a pretty mouth,” he mused, and I began to grow uneasy. Chewing on my lower lip, I watched him with trepidation as he moved closer. Dressed in a black button-down shirt with gray slacks, he looked as powerful as I knew him to be. Under those clothes though, I knew he harbored a darkness that only I could satisfy.

  He scrutinized my body as he approached me, reaching for my chin and tracing his thumb over the wetness on my lips. He squeezed gently, and I opened my mouth obediently.

  “It’s time I took this mouth of yours and marked it as mine,” he said quietly, and I shivered at the dark promise in his tone. I wanted to ask what he meant, but I couldn’t figure out how to make my voice work as I wanted.

  Then he dropped his hold on my face, instead, bringing his fingers to the button on his pants. I watched slowly as he undid them, feeling heat pool between my thighs. I shifted, restless and needy. Next, he gripped the head of his zipper and dragged it down, the sound lurid to my ears. I trembled slightly.

  Pushing his slacks out of the way, he revealed his cock to my view. It was larger than before and quite a bit longer, but I no longer trusted my memory anymore. Still, I gazed at his girth nervously, wondering what he was going to do next.

  I licked my lips again.

  Suddenly, I longed to taste him. I hungered for him.

  I looked up at him and he stared down at me expectantly. He waited, making me feel small and submissive.

  Slowly, I opened my mouth, all the while keeping his gaze captured in mine. When he nodded curtly and a tiny smirk edged at the corner of his lips, I knew I had done what he expected of me.

  “Good girl,” he replied, and my insides fluttered with excitement.

  His hips angled forward slightly, and the head of his cock grazed against my tongue. I leaned forward, immediately ravenous for his length. Curling my tongue, I ran it up and down his shaft and was rewarded with the sound of his heavy sigh. His cock throbbed in my mouth and I tightened my lips around his girth, seduced by his dark pleasures. His fingertips brushed my hair behind my ears, his tenderness cracking a fissure in my heart.

  Dutifully, I began to suck his cock.

  At first, his hips pumped back and forth with a certain gentleness and I reveled in it, but as more time went by, the more forceful he became. His fing
ers, once soft against my cheek, moved to grasp the hair at the base of my scalp, pulling harshly as he demanded my full and complete obedience. It had begun by taking my mouth and assuring my compliance to the hard use of one of my holes. He showed no mercy.

  Rigorously, he fucked my throat, ravaging its depths as I struggled against him. I gagged around his cock, but he didn’t seem to care. I struggled to draw in breath, soon learning to time each intake in tune with his powerful, controlled movements. My whimpers turned to cries, tears burning at the corners of my eyes, but then a strange wave of power fell over me and my struggles quieted.

  Instead of pain, pleasure surged inside me. My pussy remained untouched, yet still, my clit throbbed as though his fingers brushed against it, my inner walls shaking as though his cock surged inside me and my core pulsed with unreleased ecstasy. Even my breasts trembled, heavy with desire.

  His fingers curled roughly, pulling my hair and my head back. My eyes rolled backward at the pain in my scalp, pleasure and pain twisting into a confusing, intoxicating mixture that left me wanting.

  I would have begged for mercy if I could have. Even still, I knew he wouldn’t have granted me any. He lived and breathed to torture me, and I sought every second of it. Maybe it was fate after all, or maybe I was actually insane.

  His cock slammed into my throat and I struggled to open for him, gagging every now and then, but still he demanded more.

  I gave it to him.

  Between my thighs, I felt myself growing slick, evidence of my arousal beginning to drip down my legs. Desire pulsed heavy, the feeling of it a heady powerful pull that sucked me in and held me subjugated under its captivity.

  He fucked my mouth roughly, as though he owned it. He wasn’t gentle or kind anymore. Instead, he was showing me that he was my master, in more ways than one. His grip was as tight as the ropes binding me, merciless and ruthless, demanding my submission in all ways. I struggled against him and his fingers tightened even more, and the first tears escaped the corners of my eyes.

  My own fingers squeezed into little fists, bound behind my back. My body grew impossibly hot. Despite the torment of his cock in my throat, liquid heat gathered between my thighs. I felt myself grow slick with it and I knew that if either one of us dipped their hands in the folds of my pussy, it would be sopping wet.

  He groaned low in his throat.

  My body hummed in reaction.

  My vision grew hazy and all around me, the walls began to crumble, stone by stone until the night sky was all I could see. The rocks dissolved into ash, and a hot breeze swirled them all around us. Bright stars twinkled in the darkness, the only light in the shadows. A soft glow surrounded the edges of the horizon and I wondered if the sun was beginning to rise.

  In some perverse sense, it began to feel romantic.

  Hot desire sliced through me. The wind caressed my clit, circling and pressing down on my needy bud and I cried out at the sensation. More aroused than ever, I trembled with the power of my passion, wondering if this time, I was going to come. Before me, a quiver passed over Markos’ features and I knew he was close to orgasm too.

  He may be using my flesh for his own gain, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t indulge in my gratification too. My nipples peaked and my clit throbbed, and I squeezed my thighs together in anticipation. His movements became rougher, more erratic and I moaned around his hard length, swirling my tongue around his cock more voraciously than before, caressing him in the best way I knew how.

  My hunger for him only grew and soon, I could feel the head of his cock sliding into the depths of my throat, taking my mouth and making it his, forever and for always.

  All around us, the glow on the horizon grew, slowly morphing into tiny flames dancing in the night sky.

  I suckled him harder, desperate for his seed, wanting to taste all of him and take it for myself. I needed it, craved it, and would do anything to get it.

  The fire grew hotter all around us, closing in slowly, but surely. It crackled and snapped loudly, making me tremble in its wake. Something about it felt familiar, but still it was terrifying all the same.

  Markos grunted, and the sound was music to my ears. He was enjoying this.

  My pleasure grew into a fiery blaze, mirroring the intense inferno surrounding us. My flesh danced with it. My spine arched, and my hips rocked back and forth, my wet inner thighs sliding against one another and reminding me just how turned on I was.

  “Your mouth is mine. Your throat is mine and I’ll fuck it whenever I want, warrior. You’d do well to remember that,” he said, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

  The flames were so close that they licked at the bottoms of my feet. I cried out in pain, but Markos held me still, forcing me to take it all. Agony twisted into sick desire and within moments, I was panting with need.

  And I wanted it. Only orgasm by his hand would bring me relief.

  I wanted to beg, but his cock continued to devour my throat.

  A towering bonfire surrounded us, and the air grew thin.

  My body shivered with quaking desire, and I felt his cock pulse hard in my mouth, once, twice and then, his seed shot into the depths of my throat.

  Molten fire seared my insides and I screamed with both agony and pleasure as my own orgasm burst over me. Intense sensations swirled around within me, and I flew apart. I could have sworn that I had been burned, from the inside out.

  It was too much. It was all too much.

  * * *

  I woke, tied facedown to a bed. It looked familiar, soft, crushed red velvet pressing against my flesh, almost like a comforting hug. My breasts felt sore and my throat felt scratchy. I couldn’t remember how I got here.

  Vague recollections of fires and wax played at my senses, but I didn’t know if they were real or just figments of my imagination. I laid my cheek against the soft quilt, fighting back tears as I tried to figure out what had happened to me and my life.

  It was hopeless. I couldn’t remember much at all.

  All I could pull forth was fragments of memories. Donna. Nicole. My job. All of them felt far away, like a dream or perhaps something I’d made up some time ago and forgotten the details. The only thing that I was sure was real was Markos.

  The skin at my neck throbbed hotly and I remembered how he’d bitten me there. The memory of the moment I had realized that he was a vampire was clear as day. I’d remembered how the heat of his touch had singed my skin, how the stubble on his chin had scratched at my tender flesh, and the pain and pleasure that raced through me the second his teeth had pierced into me.

  I closed my eyes, wishing I would just wake up, but unsurprisingly, I didn’t.

  I pulled one arm and then the next, but my wrists were tied to the bedposts. It was the same with my ankles. I was spread open, my thighs parted. Underneath my hips was a thick pillow, which only served to bring my ass up high in the air. I swallowed, wondering if Markos would spank me again. My pussy convulsed with arousal at the thought.

  I groaned. This couldn’t be happening. When was I going to wake up?

  I was entirely naked. Not a single stitch of clothing covered my body. I shivered, wondering what was going to happen to me now.

  Completely captive and at Markos’ mercy.

  My breath drew in and out of my lungs, each one shaky and unsure. Mentally, I felt totally off balance. He’d shattered each and every one of my defenses and now, I was utterly vulnerable to anything he wanted to do to me.

  “Kassandra,” he murmured softly behind me.

  He’d been there the whole time, watching me struggle in my bonds. I should have known. He got off on my shame.

  A desperate, terrified keening sound emerged from my throat. It horrified me.

  His fingers curled around my ankle. He remained out of my sight though, and my fear escalated with every passing second.

  “I want to punish you.”

  I cried out, panic and dread rising up from the very tips of my toes. No matter what I did, I could
n’t quell the surge of emotions inside me and I struggled against them.

  The sound of a whip cracked loud overhead and I stiffened.

  “No! Please. Don’t!” I cried, even though I knew my words were falling on deaf ears.

  “I know you crave this, little warrior. I can see that ravenous cunt of yours clamp down wildly at the sound of my lash. I can see just how soaking wet you are. You hunger for this, don’t try to deny it,” he said firmly, and I moaned low in my throat.

  My body was a fucking traitor.

  His fingers traced up the back of my leg, over the curve of my ass and up my spine until his palm rested at the back of my neck.

  “You poor little soul. You have no idea what’s happening to you, do you?” he whispered, and I trembled. What did he mean? Had I done something wrong?

  “Please don’t whip me. I’ll obey you,” I said quietly, trying to figure out what I had done to anger him.

  He didn’t answer, and the ensuing silence was so tense that it made even the air around me heavy and difficult to breathe. Instead, he walked around the bed, toward the side where my head was turned. I saw his pressed, professional-looking black slacks first. By his side, he held a long, dreadful-looking bullwhip. I stared at it for a long time, both in anticipation and fear. It dragged along the floor, a menacing, evil promise of more pain to come.

  His hand fell away from the back of my neck and the one holding the terrifying implement left my sight. I held my breath, trying to prepare myself for what was to come.

  The whip cracked again, only this time, it connected with my vulnerable, naked backside. At first, I didn’t feel anything, shocked by the terrible loud sound, but then a single line of blazing hot fiery pain sliced through me. I felt my skin rise, welting from the harsh blow of the leathery hide. The more it rose, the more it hurt. Over time, it built higher and higher and I keened in shock.

  Nothing could have readied me for that.

  A crescendo of pain and pleasure twisted my insides to their desires. Every muscle in my body tightened, trying to fight against this harsh punishment, but the ropes held fast. I couldn’t slip my fingers through them or loosen them in any way and I moaned forlornly at this discovery.