Dark Needs (Tales of Dystopian Decadence Book 1) (6 page)

When he looked down at me, I pulled my hand back and said, “I’m sorry. I…”

“Just talk to me,” Icharus said in a low voice as the waiter served our meal. Resting his hand over mine on the table, he said, “Forget about him and look at me. I don’t care what you say, but say something to me.”

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “In any particular language?”

He laughed. “English, if you please. But tell me, where did you learn all those languages? Was it in school?”

“Partially, though I learned some in my spare time as well.”

“You learned languages in your spare time? You make it sound like you did it just for the fun of it.”

I nodded. “Well, I did. The school teaches us to please potential patrons, and basic French, Spanish, Germany, Russian, Arabic, and Japanese are all part of the curriculum. I just took it a step further, challenging myself to become fluent in each and adding some other languages. It actually isn’t that difficult to do.”

The waiter finished setting our food in front of us and I looked at the various dishes as he retreated. The scallops I’d ordered were covered in golden-brown breading with a generous drizzle of butter, and I was suddenly very hungry. Culinary excellence wasn’t exactly a consideration at St. Eden’s. Every so often, the principal or a teacher took a handful of girls out to eat to test their manners in a social setting, and we had many parties at the school for the same reason, as well as to encourage matchmaking. However, this was my first visit to an upscale establishment and the food smelled delicious.

“Maybe it’s not difficult for you,” Icharus said, cutting into his steak. “Some people have an ear for languages. Some do not.”

I tilted my head to the side and considered his words. “I suppose I do have a talent for this sort of thing. I guess you’re right. We all have our strong suits.” Picking up my fork, I speared a scallop and placed it in my mouth. It was the most decadent and wonderful thing I had ever tasted.

“You are much more interesting than I expected.”

“What did you think I was?” I asked, forking another bite. “A blank slate with no personality? A doll to be used however you saw fit? Someone who can be reduced to a mere fucktoy, as your father suggested?”

“I must admit, yes, that’s what I was expecting. But you…” He gestured with his steak knife. “You’re much more dangerous than I gave you credit for. The headmistress told me you were, but I didn’t believe it until now.”

“Speaking a few languages makes me dangerous?” I narrowed my eyes.

“No, being beautiful and intelligent is what makes you dangerous. Now we just need to use that against my father.”

After eating a few more scallops, I said, “I suppose I’ll never be alone with him, in a place where I can get the job done without suspicion.”

“Back to business, eh? Actually, I’m sure you’ll be able to do it.” Icharus glanced around the restaurant, then back down at his plate. “Father might have made a show of finding you inadequate, but trust me – he will want you very much for two reasons. First of all, you’re Delilah’s daughter, and he’s a pretty twisted fucker who would get off on nailing you.” When I recoiled, Icharus reached out and squeezed my hand gently. “Sorry to be so blunt, but that’s how he thinks. Second, you’re mine. It will give him a perverse sort of pleasure to take advantage of you, whether you’re willing or not. If you go willingly, he’ll enjoy betraying me. If you don’t, he’ll enjoy betraying your mother’s memory. Either way, he’ll see it as a win.”

“What a bastard,” I muttered.

“Oh yes, you’ve got that right. Not that you needed to know those things to realize that. Why do you think I want him out of the picture? I don’t covet the family wealth, but I do want to see things done right. The reason Commander Korroziya can afford to maintain his regime is largely due to my father’s wealth. But if we do this, we can make things right together.”

“Should you be talking about this in public?”

With a chuckle, Icharus said, “Probably not, but I want you to understand where I’m coming from.”

I nodded and said, “I’m even more prepared to do this than I was before. Just say the word.”

Icharus took a sip of his wine. “There’s a Regime ball at the Embassy in a few weeks. Representatives from the Oriental States are coming to make nice-nice with Korroziya’s lackeys, including his financiers. So the DeVille family are guests thanks to my father’s huge economic stake in the Regime. If you’re with me there, that will be the perfect opportunity for him to make his move on you. There will be hundreds of people there and plenty of shadowy corners and empty rooms for liaisons. We’ll make sure to attend a few smaller events first, of course – let him see us together in public again and again, so he can get his own little scheme sorted. The cozier we look together, the more he’ll want to mess with that. He loves a good mindfuck and I plan to give one right back to him. Odds are he’ll bring up the Embassy ball the next time he sees us. He’ll probably ask if you’re going, and leave it at that. Then, at the ball itself…”

“If he tries to get me alone, I go willingly and that will be my chance,” I concluded. “But how will I do the actual deed?”

“Those are a couple ways of doing it. You can set up a whole seduction scene if you so choose – drugged wine and all that. Or you can go for the self-defense angle.” Icharus glanced around the restaurant and then back at his steak. “I’m not sure what you favor. This is your revenge, but you can’t get carried away if you want to protect yourself from getting caught. Whatever we decide, we need to keep it simple.”

Without raising my eyes to his, I set down my fork and raised my glass of wine to my lips. “Oh, don’t worry about how I want to do it. My only preference is having him dead.”

“All this talk of seducing and killing him is one thing, but knowing you won’t blame me for the opportunity is another, especially if anything goes wrong.” Icharus moved closer and nudged me. “How do I know you won’t turn me in to the Regime as the mastermind of the entire plan?”

“Your word against mine?” I looked up at him. “I would be foolish to even try, considering the power you hold as Mr. DeVille’s heir. I’m a nothing, a nobody. That’s enough to keep me quiet.”

“For now, you’re also my slave. I can order you to keep quiet.”

“You can,” I agreed, my throat constricting as our eyes met.

“And I can reinforce it in ways you may or may not appreciate.”

When I recovered my breath, I said, “Why don’t we explore those ways and see what’s most effective?”

Chapter 7

When we returned to Icharus’s home, we could not undress each other quickly enough. He pressed me against the wall in the downstairs hall and whispered, “I don’t care if we put on a show for the servants, as long as we do this tonight.”

“Neither do I,” I agreed, “as long as you do whatever you want to me right now.” It was like a switch had been flipped. Something told me there was more to Icharus than met the eye, far more than there was to his father. Whatever it was, the pain his father had caused went far deeper and was more nefarious than I had first suspected. Icharus and I did not have to be enemies. We might not exactly be on the same side, but we could still work together against a common threat.

His hands reached beneath my dress to pull it up and his fingers found my panties once more, like they had at the restaurant. Playing with and under my panties seemed to be a favorite activity for him.

“Spread your legs,” he told me. I did as he commanded and he brushed the pads of his fingers up over my clitoris again and again, the silky fabric the only barrier between us. I moaned and arched into his touch. “You wanted to jump up and kill him then and there,” he said to me. “And while I admire your willingness to do the job, I can’t have a slave who isn’t in control of her emotions. We’re going to address that tonight. There will be no more shows of rage until we have a logical, tactical plan in place. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Call me ‘sir’, young lady.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. We’re going upstairs.” He abruptly stopped teasing me, withdrawing his hands from beneath my dress. I let out a small squeak of disappointment as he took me by the wrist and led me up to the second floor. For once, I didn’t want to wait for him to hold me, touch me, and play with me. I wanted this to be a dance for two – to touch Icharus and show my desire for him. He hadn’t even shut the door to his room before he commanded, “Bend over the bed.”

I did as he instructed and waited while he closed the door. There was a draft on my backside as he lifted my dress and then I felt his hand on my ass.

“I’m going to spank you, which I’m sure you’re accustomed to from attending the school. However, that’s just the beginning of what I intend to do to you tonight.”

My body tingled with excitement at the thought of him mastering me through this kind of discipline. It wasn’t something he’d done to me yet and I was curious to find out how he approached spankings. Even though I’d considered myself fairly immune to them after four years of being spanked by the school faculty, there was something about how Icharus loomed behind me, biding his time, that made me both fear and anticipate the punishment. After another moment passed – another moment of him standing beside me, simply looking at my exposed bottom – I felt the wetness seeping through the crotch of my panties.

He let out a low chuckle as his hand rubbed wide, firm circles on my bottom, and then he smacked me twice on each buttock. Each slap was measured, hard, and stinging, and I cried out in surprise each time.

“That wasn’t enough to hurt you or even redden your ass. I just wanted to give you a little warm up.” His hand dipped down between my legs and then he pulled my panties aside so roughly, I nearly lost my balance. When he ran his fingers along my soaking pussy, I couldn’t bite back the long moan that escaped my lips. “You liked that, though. Maybe they didn’t spank you hard enough at the school or reward you well enough for taking it hard. Trust me when I say, you will take it very hard tonight.”

I felt him immerse his fingers in my wetness, three sliding inside of me effortlessly to fill me. The sound of my arousal as he thrust in and out of me was obvious, and I leaned forward just so I could lift my backside even higher for his use.

“That’s a very good girl,” he said, “lifting your tail for your master like that. I have a special surprise for you tonight. Place your hands over your head and keep your wrists close together.”

I bit back the groan of disappointment that welled up inside me when he removed his hand and stepped away, but I did as he said. Footsteps retreated from me and then there was rummaging around in what I guessed was the bedside table. In a matter of moments, he approached me again, his crotch pressed against my rear as he leaned over me. I liked that feeling – him coming up behind me when I could not see what he was doing, making me feel small and vulnerable in front of him.

His body pressed down on mine as he bent over me and I heard the metallic sound of handcuffs jingling. When they snapped shut, I gasped at the sensation of the cold metal clamped around my wrists. I tugged experimentally and found that I could not move my arms at all. He had looped the cuffs around one of the narrow columns in his headboard, which kept me bent over the bed.

“Now, spread your legs wider for me.”

His favorite command.
I took a deep breath and did as he ordered.

“Pain is not what you need,” he said, “though it may help teach lessons. What you need is regular and thorough discipline through the thing you dislike the most: humiliation.”

A shudder of eagerness ran through me as I waited to see what would happen next.

“What makes you blush, my dangerous slave? Perhaps describing each and every thing I do to you will make you very uncomfortable.” I felt his fingers running up along my thighs, making their way to the one place I wanted them so badly at this very moment. “I know you feel me touching you and I’m sure what you really want is my cock buried deep in your pussy. You’re already soaking wet for me.”

At that statement, he slid one finger inside me and I gasped at the intrusion. How I hoped he would add more, like earlier…

“What I’d really like to do is put you in a truly public situation and see how you take it,” he said. “I want you kneeling before me, naked, and calling me ‘sir’ while others watch. Then I would make you suck my cock for their entertainment. Doesn’t that sound like a good idea?”

It sounded like a decadent and thrilling idea.

“Or perhaps suck someone else’s cock in front of me. Do you think you would like that?”

Would I?

I barely got the words “Yes sir” out when he gave me more sharp spanks with his free hand, alternating between each cheek. A brief moment passed and then it happened again, but this time I felt a strap snapping against me. The pain burned along my flesh and I let out a sob.

“So you are susceptible to some punishment,” he said. I felt his fingers searching between my legs, parting my flesh, and then his tongue ran along my slit, sending shivers through my entire body. It was a strange sensation – the pleasure mixed with the hot, stinging pain of my ill-treated buttocks. “And then,” he said, his breath on my inner thighs, “I’ll show them just how very much you belong to me by doing whatever I want – perhaps grabbing you by the hair and bending you over to fuck you in front of them, while you continue to suck someone else off. What do you think of that?”

“I…” My voice quavered as I lied. “I don’t like it, sir.”

“You don’t like the idea? Well, all the more reason to do it.” His tongue delved into me again and I wriggled against his mouth, sighing. Every lap of his tongue against me felt better than the last as the scalding tingle along my rear receded. I felt my body trembling on the edge of orgasm at the thought of the proposed scenario.

“Please,” I whispered.

He pulled away from me and I heard him rise to his feet, then felt him press his erection against my bottom. “Please what?” he asked.

“Please fuck me.” It was a whimper and I squeezed my eyes shut, as if I could deny how much I wanted him just by closing them.

“Not just yet,” he murmured. As he slid his hard, heated length between my wet lips, swollen with arousal, his hands squeezed and fondled my buttocks. “Perhaps you like the idea of sharing you, but you refuse to admit it. What would you think of straddling me, taking my cock inside you while others touch your body?”

Oh my…
I didn’t doubt for a moment that he would do such a thing if he thought it would further his personal plans, and my hips bucked back toward him in a silent plea for him to alleviate the ache I felt deep inside.

“There’s my girl, so ready when I want her to be.” I felt movement at my arms, then freedom. Two hands held my waist and moved me up on the bed to straddle him as he lay beneath me, his stiff cock ready to penetrate my willing body.

“Watch me when you fuck me, Adette,” he said.

Doing as he commanded, I quickly averted my gaze from his face down to his naked, muscular body. The heat in his dark eyes was too much, so I focused on the way his stomach tensed with excitement.

“Ride me,” he said, reaching up to push my tousled hair back from my face. “Fuck me like you really want me.”

“I…”

His other hand reached beneath my skirt and he fingered my clit, then pinched it, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. “What was that?” he asked. “Don’t you want to come? I know you do, but I’m not going to do it for you this time. If you want it – if you’re so in control of yourself – then come and get it.”

As his hand moved away, I felt bereft of the warmth and sought contact once again. I lowered my hips over him, rubbing my vagina along his throbbing erection. With a gasp of pleasure, I sank down atop him, taking every inch until he was balls deep in me. When I thrust closer to him, my clitoris rubbed against his pelvis and I clamped my hands down on his shoulders.

“That’s it, you want this,” he said in a soft, almost soothing voice. “Take it, my slave.”

I moved once again, panting with delight every time my clit brushed against him, and his cock stroked along the inner walls of my dripping wet cunt. Before I knew it, I was riding him as hard and fast as I could, thrusting my hips back and forth against his until my whole body shook with ecstasy. His hands gripped my hips and he pumped his seed into me with a groan of “Adette…”

As soon as my body stopped twitching with orgasm, I slumped atop him, my face buried against his neck. For a moment I just lay there, inhaling his scent, and sighed. It was the first time I could remember feeling warm and safe, like I was with someone who understood me and knew what I needed.

I didn’t want it to end.