Dark Layers (Volume 3), page 6
"What poker game can you play?” He changes direction.
“Let’s play Texas Hold’em.”
“That’s fine by me.” He lowers his head while trying desperately not to laugh.
“So if you do win, what will you do to me?” I ask curious.
“You will find out soon enough.”
“Always so confident, Darks.”
“Always.” He says triumphant.
THE GAME GOES on for hours. It turns out that he has a full poker set – chips, the lot. We have not spoken one personal word throughout the entire game; I need to keep my chi and I think he feels the same. Glances are exchanged, smouldering stares that almost make me want him again – but I know that I am too sore for that.
The climax comes – finally! We have reached our peeks and feel we have strong enough hands that we can go all in.
“Are you sure you want to do this Princess?” He says confident.
“I’m sure, Darks. I am going to get you for sure.”
I have three kings; two in hand. There is an ace on the river but that is an odd I’m willing to chance.
“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” He says in a low sexy voice.
“Do you mean the cards?” I joke while holding the cards close to my chest.
“Sweetheart, I will have you whenever - but not when you are sore. I don’t want to hurt you.” He says tenderly while gazing down at me with sweet eyes.
This is the best of him, the part of his wild personality that I am in love with. I return his sweet smile with my own and turn puce on cue.
“You know, when you blush, it forces me to smile. It reminds me that I do still affect you.”
“You will always affect me – I don’t think I’ll ever become immune to you.” I gasp.
His smile is large; he’s trying to contain it but it’s not possible. Unexpectedly, he throws his cards down onto the chequered spread – revealing three fucking aces!
“Boom.” He jokes while laughing.
I throw my kings down and cup my face with both my hands – holy fuck! I lost, I fucking lost and now I have to do whatever he wants me to do!
“Okay Darks, give it to me.” I sneer. I peer up at him through my cupped hands.
“Give what to you?” He says, his eyebrows too damn high.
“I lost, what do I have to do?”
“Okay, I will not tease you any further.”
He gets up off of the bed and bends down to the floor. He rises with a blue box in hand. It does not have a bow, nor any design; it’s just a plain royal blue box the size of a laptop box.
“Here.” He hands it to me.
I take it with a sceptical expression; I fear what is inside. I open it to find a bra and thong set; pink lace that is soft and luxurious. There is a pink bow between the breast cups and also a bow in the middle of the thong, just where the pubic line is.
“This is thoughtful. If I had known you were offering me a present, the game would not have lasted that long.” I giggle.
“Try it on Princess, I really want to see how it fits.”
I cannot contain my smile – I feel like it’s Christmas because I know this must have cost him a fortune.
“Turn around Darks.” I say while circling my finger.
“Sweetheart, I have seen it all before.”
“I know but it will ruin the element of surprise.”
He bites his lower lip and I cannot be sure, but I think he wants to laugh. I frown but don’t ask what is so funny. He turns and faces the fireplace. I quickly slip out of my pyjamas and step into the thong first. The material feels thicker than usual underwear, but still soft. I fix the bra in place and turn to face Elijah.
“Well, what do you think?” I flash him a happy expression. I try to appear sexy but let’s face it, I’m still mentally a virgin.
He strangely doesn’t turn to look at me, he stays extremely still.
“Elijah, can you not hear me?” I moan.
I place my hands on my hips and wonder what the hell he’s doing. Suddenly, I’m forced onto the bed by a strange vibrating sensation on the queen of my sex; it literally brings me to my knees.
“What the fuck?” I gasp while cupping my sex.
My breathing picks up as the vibrating continues. I pant in desperation while rapidly heating. A different feeling of euphoria fills my sex, buzzing mixed with ecstasy. Oh God, it feels so good, and naughty. I quickly slide my hand down my thong and hold my sex so the underwear is not touching my favourite spot. The vibrating fizzles on my hand and I now know this must be kinky underwear.
Elijah turns to look at me and smiles viciously. Suddenly the vibrating starts affecting my left nipple. I quickly rip the cups of the bra down from my breasts. My breasts immediately swell and feel full.
“Do you like that Anile?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “A heads up would have been appreciated!” I joke.
“Ah, but then you would not have had that reaction.” He chuckles. “You will wear that at work when we return for an entire day.”
“I am not!” I snap. “I will be a mass mess of orgasms!”
“That is the idea, Princess.”
“No, no way.” I say firm while straightening myself out. I quickly undress and throw on my pyjamas faster than usual.
“You will wear them Anile, otherwise I will kiss another woman right in front of you.” He forces while leaning forward a little.
I grit my teeth knowing he is a man of his word. Fuck, why do I play with the Devil?
“Fine, we will head home tomorrow morning to get this over and done with.” I snap.
I'm snapping away at him but for some reason, deep down, I want to do this. I really want to do this. I feel kind of excited and curious as to how and when the underwear will go off.
Chapter Four
MY HANDS ARE unavailable. I have a beautiful bouquet of roses in one and a takeout coffee in the other - both courtesy of Mr. Insatiable Darks. My handbag is between my legs and vibrating because my phone is going off. I drop the flowers onto the floor in the hall of my apartment and quickly ruffle through my bag to find my phone.
It's Derek! Oh how I miss him! I answer quickly.
“Derek?”
“Hey Sweets. Where the hell have you been? You have practically fallen off the face of the earth!”
“I know, I’m sorry. Things have been kinda – well, things have been all over the place. How are you? Do you fancy meeting up later for a drink?”
“I’m really busy right now so I cannot speak, I just wanted to make sure you are still alive."
I laugh. "Yes, I am still alive, Derek."
"Well, thank God for that! And yes, I will come meet you later, I’ve missed you.” He says tenderly.
“I have missed you too, Derek.” I whisper down the speaker. A nice familiar feeling fills my tummy – home, he is home to me. “Shall we meet at our usual place?””
“Yes, sounds like a plan. See you tonight at say, eight?”
“Yes, see you at eight.”
"Okay, love you tons Sweets."
"Love you too, Derek." I hang up.
I feel really good after speaking with him – I’ve missed him so much and I should not ever leave it this long.
Elijah and I agreed we would inevitably be late for work so we are going in at noon. I walk through my hall and into my bedroom. My home is dearly missed – I feel like I’m hardly here lately. I must stop staying out so damn much.
I jump into the shower to get ready for work. The water is warm, sensual. My sex is still sore, so this is indeed needed. Once I have finished cleaning and drying myself, I dress in a sharp black suit with a crisp white shirt – under my suit is the bizarre vibrating underwear. I have no choice but to wear it because I know Elijah will kiss another woman. Fuck, any normal girl would dump her boyfriend for such shit – it’s so strange how we have moulded our relationship this way.
I leave my hair down – it’s flowing nicely today. I smile fondly in the mirror in my hall - my neat curls must be because of Elijah. I apply some makeup knowing that although Elijah does not like me wearing it, it’s my bloody choice! A little mascara and peachy pink lip-gloss, yes, that's perfect - I still have some back bone left! I quickly grab a bright red apple from the kitchen because I have zero food in the house and then head off to work.
I’M ON MY KNEES in the middle of the white-washed lobby at Darks Lawyers. Two security men are trying to get me to my feet but my sex is vibrating badly – insuring I am kept in a submissive position. I try to hold my breath to stop my wild panting but it’s no use. I close my eyes as a euphoric sensation continues to build – forcing a quick orgasm. The shattering sensation is almost here and I only wish I was in the comfort of my own privacy! It feels so fucking good.
"Oh." I gasp.
I peer up and feel my face turn fire engine red with my embarrassment. The security guards are eyeing me suspiciously. The vibrating suddenly stops and so does my rising orgasm. I take a second to allow the stupendous sensation to leave my sex and I mentally sag after what feels like an eternity.
“Sorry, sometimes I’m so clumsy.” I say sweetly.
"No, it's okay, Miss Gooden."
I smile again - crap I'm so shamefaced it's unreal!
I allow them to help me to my feet because I’m worried the vibrating will start again. Fucking Bastard! I cannot believe he actually did that on my fucking entrance into Darks Lawyers! I’m puce, I'm still burning up like Muspelheim. Once the security guards release me, I practically run into the lift – I am so embarrassed but excited! I close my eyes and expect another jolt of ecstasy but the steel lift doors ping open, making me feel sort of gutted. I don’t mind the feeling when I’m in privacy – in fact, I could get used to it.
Hester is nowhere to be seen, so I glide - feeling on edge - into my office. If that wanker does that again in public I will perfect sucking his dick so it feels rapture - and leave him on the verge of an orgasm! I giggle to myself while wild thoughts degrade my innocent mind.
I release my jelly legs of my weight and fall into my office chair. My office smells nice, Elijah has added fresh flowers - he's so thoughtful in the most unrecognizable ways. White and red roses are placed in every corner of my office in grand cream plant pots. I cannot help the smile that is plastered on my face. I turn and peer out of the palatial window and cast my eyes across London's magnificent vista. How strange to look across so many buildings and not see one person in sight.
I shake my head and quickly turn my attention back to my desires. I fire up the Mac; I have a desperate hunger to one up Elijah in the bedroom so I have officially decided that I am going to do some research – just half hours’ worth and then I will get to work.
At first I type the most ridiculous stuff into google and laugh with every search result.
I click on the first link in hope that I can stop laughing and take this seriously.
I cannot even manage page two, it’s just too much, it’s too degrading and cringe worthy! I want to literally laugh my head off. I try one last search and read the most... inhuman things. The Gates of Hell - holy fuck! People actually put metal rings around their penises! That looks painful! I am open mouth shocked - but I keep reading, or my fingers continue to scroll down the page without my brains permission. There is also some pretty amazing stuff on here too - minus the weird stuff!
Give him oral sex and tell him he cannot cum until he has your permission; strip out of your thong and tie his hands behind his back with them while you dance for him.
The list goes on and on and now I finally feel more sexually experienced - well, mentally I do. I feel… elevated, powerful with my new tools of knowledge and I am now ready for Mr. Bastard Darks! I feel like Aphrodite inside!
I decide to start working now I have a little knowledge of dominance. I open a grey folder that is placed neatly on my desk and cast my eyes over my instructions. The first thing inside the folder is a note saying-
Anile, you have been taken off of the Timothy Allen case. The Judge that is overseeing the case likes one Lawyer to remain on cases at all times – unless of course there are uncontrollable circumstances. As you couldn’t attend the hearing, I now have to finish the case alone.
I have another case that I would like you to oversee. The girl is called Frayer.
Please do not think I did this on purpose or that I have an alternative agenda. And if you do not want to take it, I can find someone else.
She is pressing charges against a Jason Rickwell for attempted rape. All the information is in this pack.
I hope you are okay with this.
Elijah. X
Fraya! That is my mother’s name! I drop the folder and gently place my forehead on the desk; I relish in the coolness of the wooden surface while my temperature tries to drop. I don’t believe this case just randomly came to us and I do not believe he does not have an agenda for handing it to me! And the day started out so good – I somehow know it's going to end badly. After all the fun I was having about our growing sex life, he had to go and ruin it with one stupid idea - or test!
I act on impulse, I grab my suitcase and the case folder and leave work. I don’t want to go over all this today – I desperately need one solid week of nothingness, normal, endless boredom! I head out to lunch and call Derek to meet me early.
Elijah has called me twenty times already and it’s barely one o’clock! I refuse to answer him, I just need a little break.
I HAVE BEEN patiently waiting for Derek for a half hour. The restaurant is busy and full of business men. Meetings are being held beside me, table after table. All the business tycoons of London - and any major city for that matter - definitely possess traits of Athena. I shake my head at the thought of a power lunch with your secret enemies.
I spot Derek walking through the huge transparent doors to the restaurant and instantly lose all my tension. Wow he looks gorgeous; he’s wearing a sharp, royal blue suit with a plain sky blue tie – he looks loyal and fit for his job. His golden hair is shorter than before, cut into a neat crop. His thick golden eyebrows are shaped perfectly too, they melt around his watery brown eyes.
“Hey Sweets.” He says with pure joy in his voice.
I rise to my feet and give him a huge hug; I hold him tightly in my grip.
“Hello you! I have missed you.” I say in a desperate voice.
“Me to.”
We get seated opposite one another. Our table is dark brown, round and small for two; there is no table cloth and you can see it’s been used to the extreme - but it matches the rest of the restaurant. It's an Italian; charming and low lit with bread sticks dressing every surface. There are over used wooden signs of the best spaghetti in town, and way too many wines on a deal written on black boards. The bar thankfully isn't that far from us so if our waiter gets busy, I can get myself a wine in less than seven steps.
“Why did you want to meet so early?” Derek says curious.
I roll my eyes at him. “Do you want me to bore you to death?”
“Anile, I am sure that whatever you have to say will do many things to me – bore me is not one of them!” He says serious while raising his elbows onto the table top. He cups his chin and readies himself for what I have to say.
THE HOURS PASS QUICKLY; I tell Derek everything that has happened between Elijah and I since the last time I saw him, including, the sex, the dares, Elijah’s family, Castor kidnapping me, the Police; literally everything. He’s very, ‘oh okay – ah-ha - keep going – okay – what else’. Before I know it, it’s six-thirty and we still have not eaten. We have drank our way through a few bottles of wine but not a single piece of food has passed our lips.
“Well, say something constructive Derek.” I say after hours of waffling on.
He pouts his lips while in deep thought.
“Anile, I am speechless.”
“You always have something to say Derek.” I say with narrowing eyes.
He frowns while ruffling his hair. “Why haven’t you dumped his arse?” He asks confused.
I stare with my mouth agape - now I am speechless.
“Because I love him.”
“Yeah but still, the things you have told me are... they are fucked up Anile.” He screws his entire face up in question – he really does not get it.
“Have you ever loved someone with everything you have?"
He raises his eyebrows as if to mock me.
"What is love if it’s not sticking by the one you are supposed to be in love with? Would you just quit on me if the tables were turned and I was Elijah and you were me?” I ask serious.
He rubs his chin for a few seconds. “No, I wouldn’t just quit on you.”
“Now do you get it?” I ask hoping he will understand what I am going through.
“I do understand why you are still here with him Anile, I’m not a complete moron. What I don’t get is, you have had such a rough life and it will continue to be hard if you stay with him – you know that don’t you?”
I stare down at my wine glass in confusion.
“I know it will be hard but the difficult times are worth it when we have the good times. We don’t truly know what happiness feels like if we don’t suffer sadness, do we? The same as we don't really know what love is until our hearts are broken.”
“Hun,” he breathes, “I suppose that makes sense.”
"What do you think I should do about the Fraya case?"
He squints his eyes in question. "Have you actually spoken to him about it?"
I shake my head shamefully. "No, I left work and rang you."
"Anile," he scolds me, "if you want things to work you must talk to him."
"I know," I peer down at my knotted fingers, "I just find it so hard sometimes. I just get the hump and act on impulse."
"That has to stop, Anile, if you truly want to make this work with him."
"I know."
"Go and speak to him, tonight if you can."
"Derek, after the week I've had, I just want a break tonight."
