Dark Love - Box Set

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Sophia

Anxiously, I stumbled after Iwan. He was angry, but he exuded an irrepressible calmness that frightened me more than if he had yelled at me. We stopped in front of a door and he unlocked it.

"Iwan, I am ..." I started, but the next words remained stuck in my throat as I became aware of the room we had entered.

This was one of those playrooms like in Fifty Shades of Grey. There were various benches and equipment, lots of whips and other instruments of torture, a big bed with attachments for shackles and in the corner a big x-shaped cross to which we headed relentlessly.

Oh no! No! No!

I resisted Iwan's iron grip as he dragged me across the room to the awful cross. Why was this happening to me? If I hadn't woken up, if I had stayed in my room instead of getting a glass of milk, I wouldn't have caught Iwan in the act. Would he have simply stolen the damn notebook and disappeared without k********g me?

"Please let me go," I begged in tears, but Iwan mercilessly dragged me along.

When we reached the cross, I began to defend myself fiercely against him. If he thought that I would surrender without a fight so that he could strap me to this instrument of torture and hurt me, he was mistaken. I knew that I was no match for my kidnapper's strength, but I was determined to make it as difficult as possible for him. My fingernails clawed into his cheek, leaving deep scratches that immediately began to bleed. Apart from the anger in his eyes, he showed no emotion when I hurt him.

Instead, he put his hand around my throat and squeezed. He pushed my back against the cross. His eyes pierced mine. I held his gaze. A silent fight. Who would be the first to look away? I had never been so afraid in my entire life, but strangely enough this fear also gave me a dose of courage. Unexpectedly, his mouth twisted into an amused grin.

"Looks like you're not going to make it easy for me, darling," he whispered.

"You can bet on that, you bastard!"

The pressure around my neck increased and I felt my oxygen supply being interrupted. My fingers clawed into his wrists and forearms, but his grip was like a steel band. He was not going to let go unless he wanted to. Black spots began to dance in front of me as I stared into Iwan's cold eyes.

How can a man be so beautiful and so cruel at the same time? I thought when my eyelids began to flutter.

Unexpectedly, the pressure around my throat disappeared. His hand was still there, but he was no longer squeezing. Gasping, I tried to suck air into my lungs. My knees were weak, but the pressure of Iwan's hard body kept me upright.

"It's pointless to fight against me, darling. I'm stronger than you and I'll get what I want in the end."

Tears ran down my cheeks. I knew he was right, but I did not want to submit to my fate. Iwan leaned forward and kissed my tears away. The tender gesture stood in stark contrast to the hand around my throat, which had strangled me just before. Iwan’s mouth moved toward mine. He placed tender kisses on my lips. Playfully he nibbled on my lower lip and coaxed a surprised gasp out of me. A shiver ran through my body, which seemed to have forgotten that this man had just hurt me minutes before. Iwan's tongue slipped into my mouth. All tenderness disappeared when he kissed me hard and dominating. It was a statement: You are mine! My stomach was knotted with fear, but at the same time my clit began to throb. I whimpered as Iwan released the kiss and turned me around so I was now facing the cross. Holding me in place with his pelvis, he took my right arm and raised it up to fasten it. The other arm followed.

"Nooooo!" I screamed in panic and resisted, but of course my tormentor could not be deterred and I was defeated by his strength.

It was only a matter of seconds until my feet were also shackled to the x-shaped cross. In no hurry, Iwan released the clasp of my bra and let it fall to the ground. Then he grabbed into the waistband of my panties and tore it off me with a jerk. His hot breath was tickling my neck as he pushed himself against me from behind.

"You are going to learn to carry out every command willingly. You will long for the pain because you want your reward. First I will hurt you, then I will give you pleasure. You are a fighter and it may take a while until you break, but you will break. Sooner or later. Have no doubt, darling."

"You are sick!" I sobbed with accusation.

Iwan gently bit my earlobe before he answered.

"Darling, you have no idea how right you are. My soul is much darker than you could ever imagine, but now I am all you have. You will have to earn any kind of attention. By your obedience."

His hand brushed my long chestnut colored hair aside and he bit me gently on my neck, eliciting a shiver from me. Tantalizingly slow, his mouth brushed upwards on my neck, nibbling on my ear until I involuntarily began to tremble.

"Your body is reacting to me. It knows its master. It's your head we still have to convince."

His hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. The other hand slid around to my breasts. Against my will my n*****s got hard. Iwan grabbed a hard tip between his fingers and twirled it firmly. Pain passed straight from the tortured n****e into my groin.

"I am never letting you go again, Sophia," Iwan whispered into my ear before twirling my n****e again. "You belong to me. I will do with you as I please. Be warned, neither your tears nor your pleas will soften me. I expect your unconditional submission. Be a good girl and you will be rewarded. Be disrespectful or rebellious and you will be punished. This is not Fifty Shades of Grey. There is no safe word. No limits. I'm not a Dom. There are no rules to this game for me, because it's not a game. I am a sadist, darling. But I promise you, once we reach our goal, you will be satisfied with your place. I will bring you pleasure like no man has ever done before."

His hand wandered from my chest, over my belly to my vulva. I hated myself for the moisture running down my thighs as I waited for the moment when his fingers would touch my most sensitive area, with a beating heart.

"Don't forget the rules, darling. You won't come until I allow you to!"

My God! What was I doing here? I wanted to go home, back to my boring life. I was afraid of this man. He promised to hurt me and I did not doubt for a second that he would stand by his word. But why was I waiting breathlessly for this psychopath to touch me where my unwanted desire was almost painful?

"Do you understand me?" Iwan hissed into my ear.

I nodded hastily.

The hand disappeared and shortly after a hard blow struck my bottom. Frightened I screamed out.

"Words, Sophia! When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. So, once again, did you understand what I said?"

"Yesssss," I whimpered.

Again, a hard blow struck me.

"Yes, what?"

I sobbed. I was confused and scared. I had no idea what he wanted from me. Iwan delivered a series of blows to my ass. I screamed and tugged at my shackles. When the blows stopped, my bottom was burning and I was a wailing lump of misery. Iwan wrapped one arm around my middle and pushed himself against me from behind.

"Shhh," he whispered into my ear. "Shhhhh."

One hand gently rubbed my neck while he held me firmly in his arm.

"It's okay, darling. I got you. I'm not letting go of you."

It took a while for my sobbing to subside.

"Can we try again now?" He asked quietly.

"Y-yes, sir," I sniffed, confused by the constant change between brutal and threatening to gentle and calming.

"Good girl," he praised. "So, do you understand the rule I explained to you before?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"Very good," Iwan said satisfied and let go of me to squat down and release the shackles around my ankles. Then he got up and loosened the cuffs on my arms.

My shaky legs did not want to carry me and I slumped against him helplessly. He picked me up and carried me to bed where he carefully put me down.

"Do I have to tie you up or are you going to be a good girl and be still?"

"I ... I'll be good – s-sir," I promised with a shaky voice.

"That's my girl. You will learn that it is much more pleasant for you if you are obedient and respectful."

Iwan stood up and took a few steps away from the bed. His intense gaze made me shiver. I felt defenseless and naked. But there was also an excited tingling sensation in my core and my breath was heavy and irregular. With a wildly beating heart I watched Iwan undress slowly. The man was built like a warrior. Muscles upon muscles and not an ounce of fat. His six-pack was more like an eight pack. He was tattooed almost all over his body. His c**k was long and thick. I already knew how good it felt to be filled by him. My p***y hadn't forgotten either, and tightened demandingly. Iwan's hand wrapped around his hard girth. I gulped. Confused by the feelings my kidnapper triggered in me, I turned my gaze away.

"No!" Iwan's sharp voice sounded. "Look at me!"

Terrified, I opened my eyes.

"Another rule: Never close your eyes in front of me! Do you understand?"

"Y-yes s-sir!"

"Good. Now put your hands above your head and open your thighs."

With a beating heart, I obeyed.

"More. Open your legs all the way. Your p***y belongs to me and I want to see it!"

I blushed as I followed his commands and opened my legs further. His eyes were now fixated on my p***y and I had to fight against the instinct to squeeze my thighs together to elude his hungry gaze.

"Stay like this, darling," Iwan said and proceeded to a series of whips hanging on the wall to my right, arranged by size.

He took a riding crop in his hand, the end of which was a rectangular piece of leather. Iwan let the crop soar through the air and looked at me with a sadistic smile.

"If I remember correctly, we came here to punish you," he said in a soft, dark voice.

"Please, sir. It ... won't happen again. Please."

"No, darling, you need to learn your lesson not to disobey me. I am going to ask you again: Do I have to tie you up, or will you obediently accept your punishment?"

"N-no shackles. Please. – S-sir."

"Okay. Brave girl. I like that."

He came closer and I trembled. A tear slipped from my eyes and rolled down my cheek. Iwan stepped beside me, bent over and licked the tear from my cheek. He growled softly.

"We are going to start slow," he said gently. "This is all new to you, which is why I am willing to allow leniency. But be warned. Next time I will use full force. – Understood?"

"Yes, sir," I sobbed trembling.

"Good. Be brave, darling. It'll only hurt a little and if you relax and accept the pain, you might even enjoy it. You did like the s******g after all, didn't you, darling?"

Oh my God! I couldn't admit that. But I couldn't deny it either, because he knew exactly how wet I was after the s******g. A lie would surely lead to additional punishment. When I didn't answer, the crop crashed hard onto my breast and I screamed in pain.

"I'm waiting for an answer. Did you enjoy the s******g?"

"Y-yes," I whimpered.

Another blow struck me, this time on my other breast.

"Yes?"

"Yes, SIR!" I shouted in a panic.

"Good girl," Iwan said surprisingly gently.

He bent over my breasts and kissed the red welts left by the crop. Unexpectedly, he let his tongue jump over a n****e and I gasped quietly.

"Let us begin with your punishment," Iwan said and stood up. "You didn't just argue with me, you argued with me in the presence of Robert and his assistants. That's twice as bad. I promised you I'd leave the punishment mild, but be warned, I won't be so forgiving next time. You will receive twelve strokes, but I will not strike you hard. Keep your hands above your head and your thighs open."

I trembled as I stared into Iwan's face. More tears were falling from my eyes. Iwan's face was motionless, controlled, but for a brief moment I thought I saw an expression of tenderness in his eyes before they returned to their usual hard glow. I was probably only imagining it, hoping the sadistic bastard would refrain from punishing me. No! I must have been wrong. He had told me himself that my tears and pleas would not soften him.

"Are you ready, Sophia?"

"Y-yes, s-sir," I croaked.

It was hard for me to bring the dreaded words over my lips, but I knew if I didn't say them, my punishment would be even worse. Iwan just nodded and with a quick motion of his wrist the riding crop descended on me and hit me just above my left breast. The pain made me scream out, but I had to admit that I had experienced worse pain than this before.

"One," Iwan said calmly and let the crop strike me again.

Iwan counted every blow. He struck purposefully, controlled and paused each time. He was completely concentrated and in control. That reassured me a little. There was no anger, no brutality in what he did, even if it was painful. Strike number eight hit me just above my pubic area. Nine and ten hit the inside of my thighs. They sent a tingling sensation into my pelvis and when the eleventh blow hit my exposed p***y, my scream turned into a moan. One last stroke remained. My gaze turned to Iwan. Our eyes met and I saw the dark sparkle in his eyes before the last blow struck me. He hit my clit directly and I came unexpectedly and hard. With a scream I straightened up, when pain and pure lust made my body tremble. Iwan had thrown the riding crop to the side and jumped on top of me. His dark gaze was piercing mine.

"Bad, bad girl," he said in a dangerously dark voice. "You must have forgotten rule number one."

"I ... I'm sorry," I whimpered. "I ... it was so ... unexpected. I'm sorry, sir. Please."

I started to sob. Iwan buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"Shhh," he whispered into my ear. "I forgive you. I admit, I myself was surprised. The way your body reacts to me is unique. You are meant for me, Sophia. I just know it. You know it. Deep inside you feel it too."

He kissed a burning mark all the way from my neck to the base of my breasts. Warm, tingling feelings rushed through my body. I was confused by the many emotions that were raging inside me. I was afraid of this man. He had hurt me. He intimidated me. But he held me, calmed me down and for no good reason at all, I felt protected and it felt so good when he held me. Then there was this unexpected lust, which he awakened in me. A lust like I had never known before. None of it made sense and I felt like I was drowning in these confusing feelings. I sobbed and Iwan stopped his kisses to look up at me.

"Sophia!" He said in his calm but commanding tone. "Look at me, Sophia!"

I obeyed. My wildly beating heart calmed down a little as I immersed myself in his dark gaze.

"Sophia, darling, I'm here. I got you. Okay?"

I just nodded.

"Relax, darling. Let me give you pleasure. Surrender to me."

My body relaxed with his calm words. Iwan placed a kiss between my breasts and his hands embraced my boobs, massaging them lightly. I suddenly remembered that I had only answered Iwan with a nod without him scolding or punishing me for it. Did he simply not notice or had he consciously refrained from punishing me? So many questions were buzzing in my head until Iwan's lips wrapped around one of my n*****s to suck on it and my thoughts finally stopped. All I could do was feel. Iwan caressed my breasts, sometimes tender, sometimes hard. He licked and kissed, then sucked and bit. The mix of affection and pain intoxicated me. I moved beneath Iwan, moaning and no longer thinking about the fact that he had kidnapped me, held me captive and hurt me. At that moment, he was just a man who made my body vibrate with his masterful caresses. I had no idea how starved my body must have been. No man had ever made me c****x. No man had ever taken so much time to explore my body, to give me pleasure. The foreplay had been a matter of a few minutes, like an annoying preview before the main movie. Iwan didn't seem to be in a hurry to get to the main course. He seemed to enjoy touching and kissing me everywhere. And he wasn't even below my belly button yet. The mere thought of how much pleasure he could give me when he finally moved further down made me tremble. The tension in my body became almost unbearable. I was sure I would come as soon as Iwan's lips reached my clit. – Oh no! I was not allowed to come. Not before he allowed me to. Anxiously, I braced myself. Iwan lifted his head.

"What is it, darling?"

"I'm afraid I'll come when you ..." I started with a tremble.

A hint of a smile slipped over Iwan's face and his eyes sparkled darkly.

"Would it relax you if I told you that you had permission to come?" He asked quietly.

"Yes-yes, sir."

"Then relax, darling. I hereby give you permission to come."

I sighed when Iwan placed a kiss on my belly button. One hand was placed on my knee and was slowly stroking up the inside of my thigh. I trembled uncontrollably. Delicately like a butterfly's wing, Iwan's fingers stroked upwards over my swollen vulva.

"Come for me, Sophia," growled Iwan and flicked his fingers over my clit.

With a scream I reared up, when the tension in my body unleashed itself in a gigantic eruption. I trembled all over as the waves of my c****x slowly subsided. I could not stop sobbing. I was an emotional wreck. Iwan lay down next to me and pulled me into his arms. I cried on his chest as he slowly and gently stroked my back and muttered soft, soothing words. When I finally stopped crying, he rolled on top of me and looked down at me.

"Open your thighs for me, darling."

I obeyed with a wildly beating heart. I felt the head of his c**k between my thighs.

"Look at me, darling. I want you to look me in the eye when I take you."

I obeyed. Iwan's eyes were dark with desire. I felt Iwan's hard shaft making its way through my slippery folds and pressing against my hole. Iwan pushed inside of me a bit further, then slowly retreated again to ram his c**k into me with a hard push. I gasped. He stretched me so far that it was slightly uncomfortable, but when he began moving inside of me, the slight pain disappeared as my narrow passage adapted to the thick intruder more and more. Iwan still held my gaze captive. Lust and triumph were written all over his face. He accelerated. I tried to remember that all this was happening against my will, that this man had forced himself on me, but my body had a different idea. While my mind and heart fought bitterly against this possession, my body had long since surrendered. I could feel myself heading for another c****x.

"You're mine, Sophia," Iwan growled, his mouth pressed hungrily on mine.

I offered no resistance when his tongue pushed between my lips and pillaged my mouth. I surrendered to these overwhelming feelings, no longer able to resist my tormentor. He had complete control over me, over my body. And it felt so damn good. In a way, it was liberating.

Iwan released the kiss and f****d me harder. The tension in my body increased. I wanted to come, I could feel that I was close, but I didn't know if I had permission.

"I want you to come again for me, darling," Iwan whispered as if he had read my thoughts. "Come all over my c**k, Sophia. – Now!"

My body obeyed without any action on my part. A volcano exploded inside of me, filling my veins with liquid fire. I screamed and reared up beneath Iwan.

"Yes, that's it, darling. – f**k! So beautiful," Iwan said roughly and threw his head back.

He roared when he came. I felt his hot seed flooding my narrow passage. – f**k! He wasn't using a condom.