Descent (Inferno Book 1) Page 10

  I heard the distinct sound of a key rattling in the lock. Hope leapt into my heart.

  “Mom?” I whispered fearing that it would not be her, rather Robert’s angry face on the other side.

  The door creaked as it opened. There stood my mother her face pale as death. Her eyes were deeply bloodshot as if she’d been crying. Her pale blue robe was stained with something dark.

  Without a word, she untied me.

  “Mom, what happened?” I touched her robe feeling the dark stained area. It was stiff.

  “Come upstairs.” Her toneless voice echoed throughout the room.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked as I held my aching ribs with one arm.

  She motioned for me to follow her.

  As I walked up the stairs, I was grateful to be out of that horrible cellar. The bright morning light hurt my eyes as I walked into the kitchen. A terrible odor filled the air.

  “Mom, where’s Robert? Where’s Christy?”

  No reply.

  “Mom,” I began.

  “I had to do it. He wouldn’t stop hitting me. I had to do it.” She kept repeating those words.

  Suddenly, I got very frightened. What had she done? Ignoring her, I crept up the stairs to check my sister. She was still lying in her bed peacefully sleeping her arms curled around her Bear-Bear.

  Sighing with relief, I clutched my side as I walked towards my mother’s bedroom.

  16

  Leda

  I pressed my fingers against a red spot on my thigh. The red coloring momentarily went away, only to have it return with full force when I removed my fingers.

  My cell phone went off in my bedroom, pulling me away from admiring the work of the water. I picked my phone up from the bed and stared at it.

  INCOMING CALL: COLT

  “Hello.”

  “Leda, it’s Colt. I’d like to see you tonight at Seven. Can you be there in an hour and a half?” Colt asked in a rushed voice.

  For whatever reason, I glanced around my room, as if it held the answer to his question.

  “Yes, I can be there in that time frame.”

  “Good. Wear a short skirt, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. What kind of top?” I asked.

  “Doesn’t matter. You won’t be in it long.” Colt paused and then repeated, “An hour and a half, Leda. Drive carefully.”

  And with that, he was gone. I pulled my phone away from my ear and stared at the screen. Yep, the call had in fact ended.

  I tossed the phone on my bed and raced to my closet. I was so excited! I pulled out the black skirt and found a dark top to wear with it. A chill ran down my spine as I recalled his voice telling me that I wouldn’t be in it long.

  I started to pull on some stockings but stopped as I got one leg pulled over my heel. Colt hadn’t said anything about stockings. He could be testing me to see how well I can follow instructions. I flung the stockings away from my feet and pulled my skirt up.

  “Oh, shit!”

  Before I pulled the skirt over my thighs, I caught a glimpse of my glowing skin. Shit!

  Would make-up work? I was about to attempt at covering it with some concealer but realized it would get on my black skirt. I finished getting dressed in a flash, did my hair and makeup.

  Wade and Chastity were out at dinner, so I left them a note. I know in today’s modern day, I could have sent Chastity a text, but I didn’t want to deal with what her texts back to me might say. I grabbed a bottle of water and was off.

  I worried the entire drive about my skin. I know it takes my skin some time to return to normal, but I stayed under the hot water a lot longer than I normally do. Would Colt notice? Would he say anything? Colt was sharp.

  Once I parked, I pulled the hem of my skirt up to check my skin.

  “Dammit!”

  It was still red. I sighed and prayed that my actions at home wouldn’t have a negative impact on my evening with Colt. Ignoring the woods that were at my back, I hurried up the steps and once inside, I pulled the hem of my skirt down a bit. I made my way past the wall that housed all of the Doms, frozen in time, and their lineage.

  The couch that Colt and I sat on together on Initiate Night came into view. And there he sat. My feet stopped propelling me forward. I just wanted to stand there and look at him. He hadn’t noticed me yet. Colt sat back, comfortably confident and his legs parted. His arm was casually resting on the top of the sofa while his other arm was propped on the arm rest. Colt looked like he owned that sofa. His presence and the way he carried himself had me in awe. When I finally pulled my eyes away from his crotch, I noticed that he had been watching me.

  As I walked closer, he didn’t moved an inch. His chest puffed out and expanded as he took a deep breath. Colt cocked his head to the left and tilted his hand toward himself while he examined his watch.

  “Right on time, Leda.”

  Panic hit me as his eyes slowly roamed my body. Oh shit! His eyes were stalled at my thighs. He leaned forward, over his knees and continued to look at my legs. His intense gaze settled on my eyes as he stood.

  “Follow me, Leda.”

  We made our way down a different hall and into another room. Colt closed the door gently behind him.

  “Any new hard limits crop up since Thursday?” he asked calmly.

  “No, Sir.”

  Accepting my answer, he nodded and began pacing in front of me.

  “Undress, Leda.”

  I prayed he wouldn’t say anything about my legs. I quickly undressed and set my clothes on a small table by the door. All while I undressed, Colt didn’t once look at me. Instead, he kept his eyes focused on the floor.

  Colt stopped in front of me, and his eyes went immediately to my legs. I felt very embarrassed. Ashamed, even. I was about to ask permission to leave and excuse myself, but just then, Colt looked up at me. I remembered how my parents looked at me when they found out what I had been doing, and the look in Chastity’s eyes had been similar and a few other friends I had…and lost. But Colt’s eyes held a different look. Acceptance, maybe.

  “Leda, I brought you in here to play. Before we proceed, I need to be certain that your mind is clear.”

  I nodded and followed up with, “Yes, Sir. I’d like to play.”

  “Safe word?”

  “Metal, Sir.”

  Colt placed a wooden chair in the center of the room and slapped the seat of it with his hand as silent instruction for me to sit down. The chair was another unique handmade piece of furniture in Seven. It was made of thick wood, and the seat was wider than the average chair. Each of the legs and the backrest had iron eye holes that could be used to attach restraints.

  While he went to an armoire in the corner of the room, I took a seat. Colt spent little time finding what he was looking for, and with a handful of items in his arms, he returned to a table behind me and out of my sight.

  I wondered what he had back there.

  The element of surprise had me on my toes as I tried to listen to the items and materials he was moving around behind me. I heard chains for sure.

  I was pretty sure.

  I think.

  Colt stayed behind me for a few minutes, motionless. It had been a few moments since I last heard any movement. My heart was pounding, and my eyes darted around the room.

  What was he doing?

  I stared at the clock that was on the wall directly in front of me. It approached ten minutes of no noise or motion from Colt when I started to fidget in my seat.

  “Settle down, Leda,” Colt’s firm voice advised.

  I swallowed hard and began to panic. I couldn’t see what he was doing!

  Was he just standing back there watching me? What kind of implements had he pulled from the armoire? What was he planning?

  “Leda, clear your head.”

  Closing my eyes, I forced myself to take a deep breath. When I opened my eyes, I nodded my head.

  Footsteps. I heard his feet making a slow path behind me from left to right…then
back to my left. One of his fingers twirled a lock of my hair as he spoke.

  “I want to get to know you a bit more than what our conversation the other night provided.” Colt let go of my hair and began his slow, purposeful traipse behind me again. “I want to see what’s past the pretty exterior. I want to see the parts you don’t show anyone…the parts you don’t want anyone to see…the parts you keep hidden.” My heart pounded in my chest, and he came to a stop directly behind me. Colt startled me by bending over and speaking quietly in my ear, “I want to see what you think are the dark parts.” He walked around and finally came into my line of sight. Shirtless, he stood before me. “I will see those parts.”

  All I could do was look at him. My eyes couldn’t leave his all-consuming stare. Colt returned to the table behind me. Trying to remoisten my mouth, I swallowed a few times, though it hadn’t helped much. He reappeared with two spreader bars, metal cuffs, and a couple of short lengths of chain. Colt crouched down in front of me and reached out to take hold of my left ankle.

  When his firm grip came into contact with my ankle, I began to relax a bit. My eyes followed the quick work his hands were weaving. Soon, my ankles were wrapped in cool metal and the spreader bar was attached to the cuffs. He adjusted the bar, which effectively forced my legs apart. I could feel the heat begin to color my cheeks. He could see everything. He was right there. Colt stared at my pussy, and a smile spread across his face. After he attached the spreader bar to the legs of the chair, he sat back on his haunches and gazed between my legs.

  “Your cunt is wet, Leda.”

  I smiled and looked down between my legs.

  “What? You don’t trust me?” Colt asked.

  He reached forward and pushed three fingers into my pussy. Oh, my God. His fingers felt incredible buried inside, and I shut my eyes, reveling in the bliss. I felt the familiar swelling, pressure building in my clit. My mind began reeling. His fingers…he was going to make me come.

  “Leda, open your eyes.”

  I opened them slowly, willing myself to think of something non-sexual. His eyes pierced me, and suddenly, Colt stopped moving his fingers. Lodged deep inside of me, were his three fingers. I was teetering on edge, trying hard not to go over. It was almost as if he knew. The pressure was building, and I couldn’t control it.

  As I came, his eyes were fixated on me. He told me not to look away while I came. I had never, ever looked into someone’s eyes while I came. It was so personal. The wave slowed, and I could feel the guilt knocking on the door. Here I sat, completely exposed, spread wide and I just came in front of this man; Master Dom of Seven.

  I felt filthy.

  Too many unpleasant thoughts and feelings came crashing into my mind. I fought one feeling off, only to be assaulted with another. I didn’t let my eyes leave his, as he instructed, but I continued to hold my ground as the war raged in my mind…all while he stared at me.

  “There it is,” Colt said quietly.

  I was lost as I tried figuring out what he was referring to.

  “What, Sir?”

  “A glimmer of the dark.” He retrieved his fingers from my pussy and sucked my juices from them, all while maintaining eye contact with me. “Exquisite, Leda.”

  Colt stood, making it known that his pants were hiding his erection. So much was running through my mind. Had he seen in my eyes how damaged I was?

  Colt placed the same type of metal cuffs on my wrists. My arms dangled on either side of the chair and he pulled my wrists behind me a little bit, attaching them to the other spreader bar. He attached that bar to a spot on the seat of the chair in the back. This pulled my shoulders back and pushed my breasts up and outward.

  When Colt came back into view, he had a thick dildo in his hands. He leaned over and pushed it into my pussy in one motion. Shit! Instantly, I felt the pressure build again.

  Colt disappeared behind me again while I tried thinking of anything not even remotely sexual again.

  “Chin up,” Colt said as something lightly slapped under my chin.

  He stood in front of me with a crop and a smile.

  “Feel good?”

  “It feels thick, Sir.”

  “Imagine that up your ass.”

  Damn, I was. And now I was trying hard to fight off another orgasm.

  “I’m going to ask you some questions, and I expect answers. I’ll give you little rewards here and there though.”

  I nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

  My pulse was going a mile a minute. I was nervous about what he’d ask, based on what he said earlier.

  “We’ll start off simple…how many men have had their cocks in your pussy?”

  My eyes shifted as I thought. The Service Tops would count, so three of those. Two guys in college…my mind stalled. Grandpa.

  I felt the sting of his crop on my left breast.

  “That’s a simple question, Leda. You’re in for a long night if you struggle with that one.”

  I nodded and swallowed a few times, trying to work past my dry throat.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. Six.”

  “Any of them long term boyfriends?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Were they all Doms?”

  “No. Three of them were, Sir.”

  “When was the last time you masturbated?”

  How embarrassing.

  “This afternoon, Sir.”

  He was smiling.

  “Good,” he said while nodding.

  Colt flicked the crop between my legs and the leather landed perfectly on my swollen clit. He gave my clit another slap with the crop, but this time held it still after it made contact with my swollen nub. Pressing the leather flap against my clit, Colt began to move the crop in a rubbing motion. Shit! His laugh preceded another slap from the crop against my clit.

  “Tell me about it. What, or who were you thinking about, Leda?”

  I took a deep breath. No one had ever asked me something like this.

  “I was thinking of you, Sir.”

  “What was I doing in this fantasy of yours?”

  I hesitated for a moment. Would he think I was really messed up for fantasizing his hand around my neck as he fucked me? He said he wanted to see all of the things I kept others from seeing. My hesitation earned me another slap of the crop, but this time on my right breast.

  “Leda.”

  “I had imagined your firm grip wrapped around my neck while you fucked me, Sir.”

  I looked up at him, and he stood there, just staring at me. Another smile danced across his face.

  “Do you like hands on your neck, Leda?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Colt slowly walked out of sight again. I could feel him behind me though. He pressed his chest and abdomen against the back of my chair, leaned over me a bit. Colt’s big hand wrapped around the base of my neck. His thumb rested on one side of my neck while his other fingers sat on the other side. I knew he could feel my pulse.

  “Do you like this, Leda?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Notice how tiny your neck is in my hand?” Colt flexed his fingers and thumb lightly. “Feel that, Leda?” I nodded my confirmation. “I bet you feel it here.” Out of nowhere, he brought the crop down between my legs hard.

  Oh, fuck! It felt so good! I didn’t want him to move. His hand felt incredible around my neck as he spanked my pussy and clit. I tried pushing my pussy forward to get more. My body was begging for the crop.

  “Imagine the dildo that’s buried in you is my cock.”

  Colt randomly swatted around my pussy, clit and the insides of my legs as he held my neck in his enormous hand. Using the leather flap of the crop, Colt began rubbing my clit with it. He was going to make me come again.

  “Oh, Sir,” I whispered.

  I didn’t think I could hold off much longer. He abruptly stopped the rubbing motion and then spanked my clit.

  “Ahh!” I moaned out.

  As I came, Colt continued to bring the crop down on my clit. I
loved the way his hand felt wrapped around my neck. I felt so safe with it there.

  Quickly I felt the guilt creeping in further. He let go of my neck and walked around to stand in front of me to assess me. Colt crouched down and looked deep into my eyes. I felt so safe in the embrace of his eyes. Even though he wasn’t touching me, I felt so protected. Gently he tapped on several places where my red skin was from my shower.

  “Your legs didn’t look like this Thursday night. How did this happen?” I was quiet and felt so ashamed. I could barely look at him. “Eyes on me, Leda. I’ll ask you again...how did this happen? Is someone hurting you?”

  “No, Sir. It’s nothing like that. It’s really tough to explain.”

  His eyes didn’t move from mine as my mind raced. He said he wanted to see my dark. Could I tell him this? How could I tell him and it not lead to something else darker?

  “Are you still giving hope a chance, Leda?” I nodded. “Then tell me.”

  I sagged in the chair and felt the lump in my throat forming.

  “It’s from water. Hot water from the shower.” His eyes still held mine as if he were expecting me to continue. “I sometimes take hot showers, when I’m feeling inadequate, or when I’ve been bad. The, um, pain, it gives me a release…Sir. It makes me feel better.”

  He broke eye contact with me and looked down at my legs. Colt ran his hands over my red, blotchy skin on my both of my legs. Then his fingers lingered to the scars on the inside of my legs and I flinched. His dark eyes came up to mine.

  “Do these hurt?”

  I quickly shook my head.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Your body jerked.”

  “I, um…no one has ever touched them.”

  He carefully traced them while frowning. I’m sure he thinks I’m a mess and not worth the trouble.

  “Did you cause these?”

  Did I cause it?

  Quickly I thought about my reply, and while thinking of how to answer, I got lost in the woods again.

  “Goddammit, Leda!”

  I had kept trying to lean forward, away from my grandfather. I finally leaned forward far enough that I fell off the log he had me perched on.