Shadows In The Corner (#1.5 Masters Of The Dark Series)

EPILOGUE

Tana and I were in a period of tranquility and calm where we had completely left behind the worries of the ghosts that haunted us after we escaped from the clutches of Richard, who still continued living his life as if he really deserved it. Rogers was still investigating Richard and all the activities he was allegedly involved in. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take some credit for the son of a b***h's impending downfall, so I contributed the necessary money during the investigation and Rogers towards the fieldwork.

“What are you doing?”

I sensed Tana coming up behind me, soon after she wrapped her around me from behind. Her delicious, fragrant scent drove me mad with need to have her- but I behaved. I needed to. Well… at least for a few mor minutes.

“Nothing.” I replied lazily turning to face her in the pool. “I didn’t hear you get in.”

“I’m stealthy and lethal.” She grinned.

“I bet you are.”

She suddenly pushed my shorts down my legs. I was amazed that she still had the energy to have s*x now since we had a marathon all morning. "Don't you want to rest for a while?" I asked her knowing her answer even so. She shook her head as she took hold of my ass. Lately she had become a little more ... adventurous in bed with me. There were nights when while she took me in her mouth, her fingers explored where they had never explored before and I let her because I had discovered that this was what I needed. Other nights she tied my arms and legs to the bedposts and used me until I begged her to stop. But tonight, I had no clue what was under all this want of hers.

“I wanted to know, I’ll understand if you don’t want to,” she was tiptoeing around something big, it seemed. “Do you remember when we… well, when I used that harness?”

“Oh?”

“Yeah… I was wondering if you’d like to give it a go.”

“Let me get this straight,” I said failing miserably to keep the smile from my face, and not because I was happy but because she’d brough it up. “You want to f**k me with a strap-on.”

“I understand if you don’t want to and really is no biggie.”

I teased Tana until she had had enough of me and came out of the pool angry. Laughing, I pushed myself out of the pool and ran after her completely naked. "Who gave you permission to go?" I growled into her ear as I ripped off her bikini bottoms and smacked her ass right after. She yelped but still grind against my already rock-hard length.

Later that night after our love making by the pool, I dreamed of Richard again. This time he had me restrained and gagged on a spanking horse with my front completely exposed to him. I never considered finding myself in a device like these. I had seen some with dildos and others with a built-in vibrator to excite the submissive while the dominant focused on other things. I guess I always associated the device as an implement of torture rather than pleasure - just looking at it caused a fresh surge of anxiety and I almost fainted when Richard told me we would play with it. "There is nothing to fear." He told me while putting on me some kind of harness made with rope before I got on the horse. Of course, it was easy for him to say for he wasn’t the one being used and chewed on. After he put the gag on me, he had the decency -for once- to explain what would happen. “Do you know what’s so special about this rope, Madox?”

I blinked twice, for it meant no and once meant yes. I remembered from our first encounter when he drugged me and had his way with me.

He smiled seemingly pleased with himself at my lack of apparently common knowledge. Well gee, excuse me for not knowing s**t! “What I like about this particular material is that there’s copper fibers in it.” Huh? “And copper is an electricity conductor- quite effective I might add.” No, no, no. I could have sworn he read my mind. “Don’t worry about it.” He said dismissively waving my worry off. “It doesn’t even hurt. I’ve had this done to me and I can assure you is nothing but pleasurable.”

Richard then bent down and heard a snapping sound. When he rose, he was tugging at the black rubber glove on one of his hands in which he was holding some strange looking instrument. It had a black glossy handle attached to a power cord and a glass thin tube that spread into a flat oval at the tip. “Don’t fret. This won’t hurt, I promise.” As if his promises meant s**t. Then he pushed a button and I heard sizzling noises as the tube changed color; it took me a beat to understand it wasn’t a sizzling sound but electric. He hovered the flat surface over my shoulder at first so I could feel it and stop panicking. “See?” I blinked once and he continued to hover. It felt, odd. As if million needles grazed my skin without actually touching me. It tickled at first but when he moved to my n****e, a whole other kind of sensation shot to my groin making me groan through the gag. My arms and legs hurt from being pulled taut, when I tried to squirm away it only added to the feel cruising through me. “I will increase the intensity, okay?” What could I say? No? I barely had the chance to blink this time for the electricity spread all through my body, expanding beyond the rope’s boundaries. A steady stream of sparks shot through me like an infinite lightning bolt. My moans cut through the gag when I felt Richard’s adept fingers play with my balls.

If I could have said a word, I’d beg him to f**k me right there. I’d beg him to put an end to my pathetic misery. I was past the point where I cared about my dignity; finding release seemed far more crucial than anything else at that moment. “Is there anything you need, Madox?” he slurred, flicking the tip of my c**k as if it was nothing. I screamed, my eyes closed shut. Such a little thing and I was already over the edge. When I heard slurping sounds, I had to open my eyes- he was sucking on his middle-cloved finger staring at me as if I was the most delicious piece of cake he’d ever seen. I knew what he was up to, I should have been in denial or something for I blinked once. He smiled at me triumphally guiding his finger over the tight ring of muscles, gently prodding as he moved the tube over my throbbing shaft. I was panting then, too far gone to even comprehend what was happening to me. He barely pushed the tip of his finger in and I shot c*m all over my stomach, screaming through the damned gag.

“Would you like for me to clean that up?” He asked.

I blinked.

“With my tongue?”

I blinked again. Honestly, if I could have… I would have smiled.

When he was done lapping at the mess on my stomach, he removed the gag and had me suck on his c**k. I didn’t want to admit it then but now that I think about it, I really enjoyed it. Even when he made me swallow every drop of his c*m, it was nirvana.

I guess Richard didn’t broke me like he broke Leah, but he took a part of me a reshaped it. The only question that still remains is whether I am glad or not.