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Darker I
The Novice
M. S. Parker
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 Belmonte Publishing LLC
Published by Belmonte Publishing LLC
Contents
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The Darker Trilogy
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
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The Darker Trilogy
Thank you for reading Darker: The Novice, the first full book in my new Darker Trilogy. I highly recommend reading the books in this order:
Prequel – Darker
Darker I: The Novice
Darker II: The Inquirer (Sept 25th)
Darker III: The Fugitive (Oct 9th)
One
The pulse of the music thrummed in my blood like a second heartbeat, and I considered leaving it on. I usually preferred absolute silence, wanting nothing to drown out the exquisite sounds I could draw from my subs.
Tonight was different.
The man I’d chosen for this evening’s pleasure was generally loud enough to be heard over most any volume. If I gave him permission to make noise, that was. If I didn’t, then he kept a silence that would please any Dominant.
I didn’t do the whole relationship thing, even casually, but I’d been at Club Privé for three years, more than long enough to get to know most of the other members and learn who I could partner with multiple times without them reading anything into it. Rafael Gonzalez was one of those subs.
I turned the music down enough for Rafael and me to be able to hear each other, but didn’t turn it off completely. The underlying beat filled the room, and I smiled. Perfect.
My attention was back to the man standing in the middle of the room, his head bowed, feet shoulder-width apart, hands clasped behind his back. Rafael was at least six-and-a-half feet tall, with broad shoulders and the sort of muscular build one would expect from a professional athlete of some kind.
Except he wasn’t. Rafael was a corporate attorney who made more in a week than I did in a month – and Club Privé paid its staff well. He and I hadn’t exchanged much in the way of personal information, but after the first time we fucked, he brought up his job.
Worried that he might be interested in deepening our relationship, I’d asked why he wanted to share that part of his life. His response was a relief. Since he knew where I worked, he felt it was only fair to give me the same information about himself.
At that point, it made sense to discuss whether or not he would be interested in future encounters. Neither of us wanted to be limited to only one partner, but having a recurring partner meant we already knew the limits and safe words. We could focus on sex and nothing more.
“Undress.”
He kept his head down as he obeyed, methodically unbuttoning his dress shirt before shrugging it off and laying it on the chair next to him. As he moved on to his pants, I admired his body. And it was definitely something to admire. All that warm, golden skin and rippling muscles.
Damn.
Then there was that tattoo.
I’d recognized Sitara Polliver’s work the first time I’d seen it, but I hadn’t told him that I knew the artist. It was a nice piece of artwork. A detailed rendering of a timber wolf howling at the moon wasn’t entirely unique, but Sitara had a way of making her tattoos come to life.
Rafael took off his pants, and I lost interest in his tattoo. Like the other times we’d been together, he wasn’t wearing anything on under his pants, which meant I now had an unobstructed view of his long, thick cock as it bobbed, half-hard and waiting for attention.
“If you ever get tired of law, you could definitely make it big in porn.”
A small twitch of the lips was all the reaction I got, but when he was in this space, that was a lot. At the beginning of a scene, he usually had no problem keeping his face expressionless. It was one of the reasons why it was always so satisfying to make that mask crumble. To see this man begging to come, pleading for relief…the control and power that gave me was almost as good as the sex.
Almost.
I ran my finger along the top of his cock, bending my finger enough to scratch my nail on the sensitive skin. He fought a shiver and won. My smile widened, and I wrapped my fingers around the thick flesh. With firm strokes, I worked my hand over his penis, and it thickened under my touch.
“You never disappoint, Rafael,” I said as I swiped my thumb across the tip. “Most guys need a cock ring to keep it up without coming as long as you do.”
My clothes hung from the hook next to the door, which left me in my favorite black cotton bra and panties. If I hadn’t been working tonight, I would’ve worn something skimpier, but my job required practical underwear. Years of working security had taught me that most ‘sexy’ lingerie for curvy people like me offered very little in the way of support. It was pretty much always one or the other.
Fortunately, Rafael had never minded me wearing my work clothes. He’d once said that he often came to the club straight from work, and if I didn’t mind his work clothes, why would he mind mine. Yet another reason why Rafael was the closest thing to a regular sexual partner in my life. We’d probably fucked a dozen times, and it’d never gotten weird between us.
I licked my thumb. “What am I going to do to you tonight?”
It was a rhetorical question and part of our unique routine. Neither of us enjoyed humiliation, but he did love to hear me talk about what I considered doing. I think part of the appeal for him was that he didn’t have to be the one speaking for once. Well, that and dirty talk turned him on.
I took a step back, letting his now full erection bob in the air. “A flogger, maybe? I could use it on your back, make some pretty red stripes. Or maybe on your ass. I like thinking of you squirming in your chair while you work. All those rich clients of yours, their eyes on you.”
I went to the wall where the toys hung, turning my back on Rafael and taking my time considering each option before me. I wondered, sometimes, what had prompted the Mannings to equip the room so generously. They always had a wide selection, and not just of the usual stuff like dildos and butt plugs and handcuffs. The rooms had ball gags, expanders, cockcages, anal beads, paddles, and more. Right now, I wasn’t looking at any of those, though. I wanted something to cause a specific kind of pain.
Rafael needed that for a satisfactory experience, and one of the things I’d learned from the Mannings was that a good Dominant always took care of their submissive. Besides, it wasn’t like I minded.
“Not a flogger. I think you need something a little sharper than that.” I reached out to touch a long whip coiled on the wall. It was the scary-looking thing that looked like all the stereotypes. I would have loved to try it out, but I hadn’t yet worked up the courage to ask Carrie to teach me how to use it properly.
The crop, on the other hand…
“There’s what I wanted.” I took the long, thin instrument off the wall and smacked the end against the palm of my hand. A slight sting followed by spreading heat confirmed my choice.
I moved back over to stand in front of Rafael again. If I hadn’t been on a timetable, I might’ve worked up the anticipation for a while.
“Remember the last time I used this?” I tapped Rafael on the chest with the end of the crop. It was barely as hard as I’d smacked my hand, but it wasn’t meant to hurt…not yet, anyway. That was to come.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
He raised his head, and those nutmeg brown eyes of his were like the woods in that poem I had to learn for one of my English classes. Lovely, dark, and deep.
It was too bad I wasn’t the type of woman who could lose myself in them.
“Where should I use this, I wonder?” I smacked one dark nipple, and the muscle underneath involuntarily twitched. I did it to the other with the same result. “Have you thought any more about getting nipple piercings? Could you imagine what this would feel like with a metal bar through your nipple?”
Two more quick smacks, and he let out a little moan.
“They’re fun to play with,” I added. “Especially for someone who has sensitive nipples to begin with.”
I gave two more hard taps to each nipple, and he cursed, but he still didn’t move. H
Perfect.
I stepped back again and ran my tongue along my bottom lip. The only thing more beautiful than a naked Rafael was an aroused, naked Rafael.
A flick of my wrist sent the tip of the crop into contact with his balls, and he cried out.
What a sweet sound.
A smack on the base of his cock earned another cry. One to the middle made his toes curl, and a hit to the top had his entire body jerking as he struggled not to back away. I ran the crop along the underside of his dick, enjoying the way he tensed, waiting for another blow. I didn’t disappoint him, but I did make him wait until the crop reached the tip before snapping plastic against flesh.
“Fuck.” The word came out in a hoarse growl.
“Not quite there yet.” I allowed myself a soft smile. “But we are going to move on. Go sit down.”
As I set the crop in the box for toys that had been used, he moved to the empty chair and sat down. I took off my bra and panties, then picked up a condom. As I approached Rafael again, I smiled when he licked his lips, his eyes locked onto my breasts. When I reached him, I stepped to the space between his legs, which put my breasts at mouth level.
“I want you to get me nice and wet, but you’re not allowed to touch me with anything but your mouth. And only my tits.”
He nodded, heat in his eyes. The moment I leaned toward him, his mouth latched onto me. My eyelids fluttered as he put his mouth to use. Deep, hard pulls, and the wet friction of his tongue had me moaning. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at the soft strands to encourage him.
Not that he needed the encouragement.
He worked his teeth back and forth on my nipple, creating a sharp friction that held the threat of something painful and good enough to send a thrill through me. I closed my eyes as he moved to my other breast. The cool air pebbled my skin, my now-wet nipple hardening into a little point. It would’ve been nice to draw this out, but the passing time and the throbbing between my legs meant I needed to move this along.
I pulled his hair harder, and he released my breast, his lips slightly swollen. I moved back enough to roll the condom down his cock before turning around so my back was to him. We’d fucked with me on top or him taking me from behind, but anything face-to-face felt too intimate. To avoid that here, I’d ride him this way. It’d get us both off, and neither of us would have to worry about what it meant or how the other one felt.
Which was exactly why this worked for me.
He let out a stream of curse words as I lowered myself onto him. With no fingers or toys during foreplay, I had to take a little more time than usual. Some nights, I didn’t mind being really sore when I left, but I definitely didn’t want to have to deal with that for my entire shift. An inch at a time was what worked for tonight.
I sighed as I sank the last little bit, the hair on his thighs pleasantly scratching at my skin. I rolled my hips, earning a low groan that made my stomach clench.
“You feel so good,” I said, savoring the feel of him inside me.
I closed my eyes, secure in my control of the situation. We’d done this often enough that I knew he wouldn’t break the rules and touch me without my permission. It was probably the closest thing to trust I had when it came to men, and even then, I only did this with Rafael. He wasn’t the type of submissive who liked to disobey in order to be punished.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his muscles tensing underneath me. “Need you to move.”
I made my voice sharp. “You don’t give the commands here.”
“Sorry, Mistress.” The words came out from between clamped teeth.
I didn’t usually go for the whole ‘mistress’ thing like some women, but it was one of the few things Rafael had asked for, and since he was always agreeable to what I needed, I’d agreed. It also seemed to give me more power and control in our scenes, so it wasn’t all for him.
While I had to admit that it turned me on when he said the word, it wasn’t something I’d carried over to other partners. Doing different things with different men helped keep me from getting bored…and it kept me from falling into the trap of monogamy and relationships.
“I think I should stay like this.” I leaned back slightly to get in a more comfortable position. “Just rub my clit and get off without giving you anything to work with. You did try to tell me what to do. Maybe a little denial is exactly what you need.”
A sound that could only be described as a whimper came from him, and a rush of adrenaline went through me. Mr. Bigshot Lawyer, who never lost a case, was whimpering because I threatened to deny him an orgasm.
“Or maybe you need the opposite,” I said as I tightened around him.
His body jerked before he could stop himself, but his hands stayed in place behind him. I had no doubt that he wanted to touch me, play with my nipples, grab my hips, and make me ride him.
“Maybe I should make you come quick and then work on getting myself off after.” I rolled my hips. “How would that feel, I wonder? Me keeping your dick inside me after you come? Me riding it until I came too?”
“Please,” he begged.
“What are you begging for?” I rocked back and forth to give us both some friction. “Begging me to move and get us both to come? Or are you begging for the pain that’d come with you climaxing first?”
“I…I don’t know.” His voice cracked. “Please, Mistress…”
I dropped my hand between my legs, quickly finding my clit and pressing my fingers against it. With my eyes closing again, I bounced on his lap, giving him the friction he needed to get where I wanted him. I wouldn’t be quite so cruel as to drag it out, but I liked the idea of teasing his sensitive, post-orgasm cock a little.
“Don’t hold back,” I instructed. “I want you to come as soon as you’re ready.”
Up and down, back and forth. My fingers making circles on my clit and Rafael moaning behind me. Every so often, a word would slip in, but mostly it was just the sound of him over the music still playing in the club.
I hovered on the edge of pleasure, keeping myself there until he cried out, his hips jerking up, pushing him deeper. I kept moving, drawing out his orgasm until I felt him change. The sounds of pleasure became laced with pain. The tension in his body turned from stiffening muscles in pleasure to fighting against that too-much sensation that now filled him.
I didn’t torture him long, as much because I didn’t have the time as anything else. I let my control slip, allowing my own orgasm to crash into me. My muscles all tightened as a shudder went through me, and I let myself go into that timeless space that was just pleasure and nothing else. It never lasted long enough, but it was a high I continued to chase.
After I came down, I made sure Rafael was fine. Once I was done with him, I’d use the employee showers to clean up before starting my last shift as security at Club Privé.
Two
My encounter with Rafael had gotten my final night at Club Privé off to a good start. Nothing like an orgasm to put a positive spin on things.
He had smiled at me when he left, and I’d wondered if I would ever see him again. Not wondering in a wistful sort of way, but more like an absent ‘it’s been fun, and maybe I wouldn’t mind if we did it again’ way. But ending my job also meant the end of the perks. And a membership to the club was far out of my reach financially.
Most people thought working security in a BDSM club would be crazy. Breaking up fights. Dealing with people abusing others. Drunk patrons being assholes.
