Dark Erotica Stories 1

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REKINDLING

A simple request for dinner; that was all it was, Caroline told herself again. Their relationship had been history for over ten years. There was clearly nothing between them anymore. How could there be? She was happily married with two kids and a husband she still adored more than anyone else in the world after seven years of being together. Why did she need to keep reminding herself of that? And why did just the thought of Gavin Paine still make her feel wet between the legs?

Caroline was at a relationship low when she first met Gavin. She had just turned thirty and finally decided to ditch the man who had been her complete soul mate for three and half years. Michael was just perfect for her... but he was married to someone else!

It was during one of her wild and morose nights out; flitting around her groups of friends and drinking far too many Jaeger Bombs that she looked up and found herself drowning in the most beautiful pair of eyes she had ever seen. She didn’t get any further than the eyes though. The curious look he gave her back was a hard mix of compassion, fire and imperious longing. She held his glance for no more than five seconds before she had to look away. And she didn’t look just anywhere, she had to look down. And so began Caroline’s journey to submission.

Of course He didn’t call her Caroline. His pet names for her were many: pet, mouse, little one and slut were his favourites. And each time He spoke them it was as if no one else could claim them. They were His names for her and that’s all they were. That night he took her back to her untidy flat in his Porsche and told her he was going to fuck her hard. When she told him it was her period, he wordlessly pushed her to her knees to callously use her mouth. And she loved it. And then he spanked her for not keeping her flat tidy. Caroline had had a few play spankings before and this was nothing like one of those. He pulled her over his muscular thighs and ripped her cotton knickers to shreds before pounding her rounded buttocks. It hurt like hell and she was soon blubbering like a battered child. And then he lightly ran his finger over her clitoris a few times and she came in a shuddering heap.

The following night, Gavin tied her securely with washing line and took her arse for the first time. Caroline was terrified at the prospect. The couple of times she had tried before it was just too painful and she’d stopped. This time the decision was effectively taken away from her; she struggled a little because he told her he enjoyed it but had no hope, or wish to escape what was coming to her. Yes it hurt when his lovely cock entered her. It hurt more than anything she could remember but the situation was just so exciting that anything would have been bearable. And then the ripples began, quickly growing throughout her nether regions to leave her twitching and moaning incoherently in a mind-blowing orgasm.

It went on for weeks and increased in intensity with each session. He spanked and whipped her. He hung her from the ceiling as he fucked her. He taught her to deep throat and he strangled her until she passed out while He ejaculated deep inside her.

And then he just left!

Caroline woke up one morning to find Him gone. She waited all day for Him to call and He didn’t. She emailed and then went round to His flat, only to find it empty. A single rose arrived two days later with a small card that just said:

And now you’re free little one!

That was ten years, two months and ten days ago and was the last Caroline heard of her incredible lover. Until last night.

In the intervening years, the confused young woman lurched from one disastrous relationship to the next until she was literally picked up from the floor by Sam. Kindly, reliable Sam. He was actually about the same age as Gavin; some ten years older than herself but he carried those extra years very differently. He was mature, wise and gentle; whereas Gavin was deep, smouldering and full of suppressed energy. The picking up had happened at a friend’s house party when Caroline had tripped over her own feet and landed at his feet. The seduction was slow and involved a lot of romantic dinners in expensive restaurants as she gradually fell in love with him.

Sam was a gentleman throughout and Caroline found that novel and endearing. By the fourth date, however, she could contain her frustration no more and threw herself at him. His lovemaking was just like everything else about him. It was reliable, wholesome and considerate. Their relationship flourished and Caroline felt safe with him.

***

She was ten minutes early to the restaurant; one of her favourites when she was with Gavin. As she sipped a large glass of white wine much too quickly, she felt a shiver go down her spine, looked up and He was there in front of her.

Hello little one, He said in His incredibly sexy voice. Caroline looked into His face for the first time in an age and saw that nothing had really changed. He was just past fifty she calculated but apart from a bit of distinguished grey on his sideburns, still looked no older than thirty-five. Five years younger than she was now, she thought wryly. Immaculately dressed as ever in a black, pin-striped suit and still at the pinnacle of physical fitness; he just radiated sexual energy. You haven’t changed at all, he lied as he sat down opposite her.

Caroline summoned up all of the courage and indignation she normally wielded in her professional and domestic life. Is that all you can say after just walking out on me and disappearing for a decade, she hurled across the table.

Gavin reached across the table and touched her hand, making her melt and knocking all of her hard fought for bravery right out of her. I will explain all in good time Caroline, he said simply and reached for the menu.

He ordered for her of course. It wouldn’t have even occurred to Him to ask. They ate their way through caviar and sea bass and several bottles of wine while Caroline told him everything of significance that had happened to her over the past ten years. He said very little in return and practically nothing about himself. As he finished off his main course he set his fork down and looked across, fixing Caroline with his burning hot gaze again. Sam seems like a good man, he said. Does he keep you satisfied?

Caroline flushed bright pink. She knew exactly what he meant. He is a good man, she quickly replied. He makes me very happy.

I see, Gavin smiled, acknowledging quietly that she had avoided the question. Does he know you’re here? With me? He added.

Caroline went even redder. I thought it best not to tell him, she said quietly.

We’re leaving now, He told her.

Whaaat? Things had just accelerated into hyperspace. Look, things have changed, I’m married... I shouldn’t, she blustered.

You want to know don’t you? Gavin said simply as he dropped two fifty pound notes on to the table and held out her coat for her to slip into.

Yes Sir, she said and lowered her eyes before following him out to the car park.

The twenty-minute journey passed in silence. Gavin still drove a Porsche but this one was jet black, rather than red like the old one. Black like his soul, Caroline thought and then blushed again; almost as though he could read her thoughts.

It was a different flat of course but only a mile from where he used to live and that was only three miles from her family home. She had to wonder if he had been here all that time. Maybe he had watched her from afar, walking her kids to school or setting off for work. She banished that thought straight from her mind. If he had been in the area, he probably didn’t give her a second thought. She blinked and realised He was standing next to her and holding the door like the gentleman he always would be. Allow me to show you round, he said and guided her with a hand in the middle of her back.

There was a lift to take them up to the top floor. Gavin operated it with a key and a code. The door opened directly in his lounge and Caroline caught her breath as she stepped out. The place was amazing! The door closed behind her and he turned to face her. Her breath caught and her eyes dropped again and then... His big hand planted itself in the centre of her chest, just above her small breasts and he pushed her hard against the cold, metal elevator door; hard enough to knock the breath out of her. And then his hot lips closed around hers. She resisted for maybe a second and then just melted into him. The feelings that she had so desperately been trying to hold back all came flooding back at once.

The kiss was long and hard, leaving Caroline panting for breath by time He released her. You’re still mine, he told her, without leaving room for discussion. Come with me, he added and led her off towards the master bedroom with his hand on her lower back again.

The short walk took no longer than a minute but it was enough time for Caroline to begin to get control again. His bedroom was no less impressive than his lounge. A huge four poster bed sat in the centre of the room but it seemed almost small with the huge amount of floor space and high ceilings. He pulled her straight across to that bed, sat down and draped the young woman over his lap. Caroline was just building herself up to protest but the feel of his muscular thighs against her belly brought back feelings that had been tucked away for many years and she just wilted.

Gavin looked down at the young woman across his legs as he lifted the hem of her dress and stroked the back of her thighs; luxuriating in the little wriggle of arousal and protest he initiated. The passage of time had been kind to her; she had clearly worked hard on herself. He squeezed and rubbed her firm buttocks and they were indeed firm. There was no cellulite or extra flesh; they still made a perfect sphere. Give me your hands, He commanded and she awkwardly lifted her arms back behind her as she balanced on His knees. Gavin grabbed them with his left hand and pinned them behind her back as his right gripped her knickers and then: Riiiip! He tore them cleanly off her body to expose her pretty sex to his view. She was clearly ready, even at that stage but he had a lot more playing to do before his pet would be rewarded with His cock.

Gavin had always been a Dom of sorts and his previous relationship with Caroline had certainly not been his first D/s one. All the same, he had still been learning and a lot of what He did to her ten years before had been trial and error. Not any more though. During the intervening ten years he had perfected his craft with a succession of experienced subs and by speaking with other Doms. Now he was a Master. He understood the psychology of a submissive and knew exactly what Caroline was thinking and therefore how to get the best from her. He understood her fears, her guilt, her shame and her helplessness. He knew what she craved and how to give it to her. And he was going to give her exactly what she needed. But not yet! First he needed to accentuate those cravings. He was going to make her beg...

Smack! The first contact of His big hand across her firm buttock shocked Caroline. The passage of time had kidded her that it didn’t hurt that much. She bit her lip so hard that she drew blood but she didn’t utter a sound. By the fourth smack in exactly the same place, her bravery had left her and she couldn’t stop a strangled cry: Uhhhh!

Gavin admired the bright pink patch on the girl’s left cheek and moved to the right to duplicate his artwork. At ten he stopped and let his fingers explore her very wet pussy. You’re still as tight as I remember, he told her. Pretty good after two kids... How did you manage to keep in shape?

I had them by C Section, Sir, Caroline mumbled. And I do kegel exercises.

Thwack! Gavin gave her another hard swat across her sore arse. That’s Master, not Sir!

Sorry Master!