RED - A billionaire Dark Romance

Five

Brenda

I ate without wanting to; my stomach was in a nervous knot. Sebastian ate calmly, without prey. I couldn't look at him. Tears wanted to run down my face, but I couldn't. The butler approached at his signal and poured red wine into his wine glass. I looked at that red liquid pouring down and my heart raced. Red's night is my nightmare. It's where he makes me his submissive, but don't think it's something pleasant for me. It's far from it. Maybe it's for him, but for me it's the worst night possible. The butler fills my glass too. I keep my head down, so the ritual begins.

"Cheers!"

I hear his voice. I lift my head and look at him. His eyes are resting on me. An air of lust. He has his glass extended. I take mine and hold it out for a toast and I whisper.

"Cheers!"

He raises the glass to his lips without taking his black eyes from me. He looks at me over the rim of the glass, drinking that liquid as if it were my blood. I also raise the glass to my lips and just sip the wine. I can't drink anything at that moment; it might make me vomit.

When the meal is over, he gets up and I do the same. We head to the living room. I already know what I should do. As he sits in his favorite armchair, I head to the bedroom, so nervous I rub my hands together. Upon arriving, I go to my closet and sit in the armchair in front of the dressing table. I stay there immobile, waiting for him. I look at myself in the mirror. My honey-colored eyes are so scared. I can't hold back the tears. Then one runs down my face. I immediately wipe it with trembling hands. On Red Night I can't cry. Woe to me if I do.

I close my eyes and try to think of good things in my childhood, always with lots of love. I had such a loving family; my father, my mother, and especially my brother. Sigh, I miss him so much.

I hear the door. I open my eyes and stare into the mirror. He walks into the closet and looks at me through the mirror. His gaze is so intense, my heart races. He approaches and extends his hand. I immediately take his outstretched hand and he makes me get up. I already know what's going to happen. He opens a door in my closet that is only open on Red Night. There, arranged in rows, are nightgowns and lingerie. They are all sexy and red. He runs his hands over the pieces, caressing them. His hand stops on one and takes it off the hanger. He extends the piece in front of him and looks at it.

"This!"

He hands the clothes to me, and I take them with shaky hands. He sits in a chair that is in the closet, his eyes full of malice, staring at me as if he's going to devour me. I started to undress. The lingerie has two pieces; a tiny thong panty and a short bodice with bows in the front. I still haven't worn that one. When I finish changing, I look at him. Now comes the other part of the ritual. He gets up and opens another compartment that is also only open in the Red Night. In this place, resting on black velvet, are countless necklaces, all of Ruby. The red stones shine in all their brilliance. Again, he runs his hand over the necklaces, caressing them and choosing one. An all-ruby necklace with small diamonds around each stone. He makes me sit in the armchair in front of the dressing table, and positioning himself behind me, he puts the necklace around my neck. He keeps looking at me through the mirror and bends over. His lips rest on my skin. He runs his lips down my neck until he reaches my ear and, in a husky and low voice, he says:

"You already know what to do."

He walks away, but he doesn't leave. He stays behind me looking. I open the drawer and take a lipstick in red. I apply it to my lips. Finally, I let go of my hair, which fell like chocolate cascades down my shoulders and back.

Sebastian

Holy shit, this woman is hot. My fucking dick is hard, almost coming out of my pants. Damn! I'm going to fuck her until dawn today. But first I'm going to leave some marks on that delicious body. She must never know how beautiful she is, how hot she is, that she's a bitch and I'm going to show her how much of a bitch she is.