Erotic Short Stories: Rough and Wild

Story Six - Bad Romance

I want your love, I want your disease...Caught in a bad romance...

That's what I was thinking as I made my way to his dungeon. He summoned me like always. I thought about declining. I thought about running. But in the end, here I am, outside his door. What would he have for me this time? Strapped to a table? Swing me from the roof? I didn't know, but I was as eager to find out as I was dreading it.

I want your horror, I want your desgin...oh oh oh, oh oh oh, I want your love...

I don't knock, I just walk right in. My heels click on the marbled floor. He spared no expense when h

e built this room. Its opulence could be felt, if not seen at the moment. It was cavernous. A bit cold. This time, the entire room was in complete darkness except for the exact center. A king-sized bed with black silk sheets stood there. I couldn't see him anywhere, but I knew he was there. Hiding in the shadows. I walked further into the room and the heavy door I had just come through clanged shut behind me, locking me in until he was done with me.

I had dressed for the occasion. I had on a sliver dress that would sparkle when the light hit it. It was short. If I bent over he'd be able to see that I wore no panties, per his demand. The neckline was a deep V that showed off my perfect size C cup. He had it sent with his invitation along with the shoes. How he knew my size, I'd never know. He was observant though. He noticed everything, always. He most likely knew how nervous I was at the moment. It was the unknown, always the unknown. And he liked it that way. It was part of his routine. Almost like his mantra. He did things in a certain way and rarely varied. He liked control. Craved it, perhaps. Needed it, surely.

I want your leather studded kiss in the sand....

The scene is what he varied. He had a great imagination for s****l things. And this room was all about s*x. What was along the walls and in the cupboards of this room rivaled the world's best torture rooms. He had every f*****g machine known to man and more that he had created himself. I don't know what he actually did for a living. I can't imagine him living on his Daddy's money, of which there was plenty. No, he was his own man, except for that one thing...

It was why he brought me here. To control me through blackmail. The funny thing was, I loved him once. He hadn't needed to blackmail me but what was done, was done. I wasn't that naive girl anymore. He'd made sure of that.

I finally heard footsteps coming toward me. I had reached the bed and the light was blinding me but I turned towards the direction of the sound. He appeared from the darkness, as if an apparition. He was fully clothed, as usual, in dark dress pants and a crisp white dress shirt, unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled up. This was causal for him as I knew he always wore a suit jacket and tie as, was his daily wear. He stopped a few feet away to observe me.

I have never understood his reason for bringing me here. For forcing me to meet him. He doesn't even seem to like me. Not after we grew into adults. He grew morose, never smiling or joking. Always so serious. He has that serious expression on his face right now. I waited for him to speak. I have nothing to say to him.

"You look beautiful tonight. I knew that dress would be amazing on you." I don't know why he bothers to compliment me. I don't believe him. I lifted my chin in recognition that he spoke, but still I said nothing in return.

"Because of Father, I have been tethered to the woman, Liliana, for three years. Our divorce was final today. I want to celebrate."

I shiver. Liliana. The reason everything in my life got f****d up is because of her. If I ever hear her name again, it will be too soon. He motions with his arms and two huge men come out of the shadows. My first instinct is to run, but to where? And in these shoes? I would not get far and just incur a punishment. I turned back to him. What is he planning?

"Do you remember the first night I brought you here?" he asks. His voice sounds nonchalant, but his demeanor is not.

"How could I forget?" I told him. I must answer direct questions or, punishment...

I tried not to think of that night. It was when my love for him died. He escorted me that first time, picking me up from my apartment as if we were on a real date. It ws the last of a lot of things for me. Hope for one. Trust for two. And, well, the last one was the loss of s*x. Oh, yes. He made sure I would never have s*x again unless he allowed it. Which he hasn't, to this day.

"Did you know I built this dungeon with you in mind?" He changed the subject, it seemed.

"No. Why would you?" I knew better than to question him, but I couldn't stop my mouth in time.

"The night Father announced my marriage, it was a surprise to me as it was to everyone else. He had made a business deal that included marriage to one of his sons. He had three. You know Edmond and Brady." He swooped his arms towards the two men that had surrounded me in a semicircle. I didn't acknowledge them. I liked this conversation less and less.

" 'Lucas', Father said, 'as the eldest, you shall be the first to get married. The Carvano family name is important in this town. With our name joined with it, no one will be able to stop our rise to the top.' It was only a business deal to him. He traded three years of my life for money. He already had money and power. He didn't need anymore of it. He only wanted to exert his control. Over me and my brother's. He tried to marry them off too, but I learned manipulation during the past three years. I thwarted him at every turn. Now I am richer than he is, and I am in control. I went to him a few nights before that fateful night, asking him for your hand in marriage."

I gasped. I guess I didn't mention that Lucas was my brother. Well, my step-brother until his father adopted me while he was married to my mother. We now share a last name but not a drop of blood. We lived under the same roof for a few years when we were teenagers. Then my mother and his father divorced. I went to live with her, of course, but I still saw the boys, my adoptive brothers and their father. He cared for me in his own way and fought for visitation on weekends and holidays. I realized years later that he might have done it to get back at her for leaving him, but I didn't care. That was between them. I enjoyed my time at the estate and went there willingly.

"You asked Father to marry me? Why did you never tell me? He must have said no, obviously. You were married less than six months later," I said bitterly.

I want your love, ra ra ra, I want your love.

"Oh no, he said yes. He told me to wait a few days and announce it at the big dinner party. I couldn't tell you. He made me promise to wait until that day. But instead of announcing my marriage to you, he announced my marriage to her. I saw the devastation on your face. How would I ever be able to explain that none of that was my idea? I could see that you wouldn't believe me. So I tricked you into coming here with me. You've hated me since that day. My own heart has grown bitter. But now that I am free, our hearts can soar again as one."

Was he joking? All the things he's put me through since that day? No, I will never love again. I'd grow into an old spinster with eighteen cats. No, love wasn't for me. Its very essence had been torn from me. I had no love in my heart for anyone anymore.

"I brought you here that first night and, with the help of Edmond and Brady, I put a chastity device on you. I had to save you for myself. I couldn't cheat on my wife. I'm not that kind of man, but I also couldn't let you move on. I blackmailed you. Yes, I did that but only to keep you near me. To keep you from moving on. None of us have moved on from you."

"What do you mean none of us?" Lucas was confusing me more than usual.

Edmond and Brady moved closer. "We three have been in a holding pattern too. We all want you to be ours. We want to share you. Like we have been doing the past three years. Only now, we are ready to take off the chastity devices."

I want your physcho, your vertigo shtick...I want you in my rearview, baby you're sick...

"Devices?" I asked incredulously. Mind blown. I think he must be a phsycho. How did I never notice it before?