A Dark Love |Under Construction|

Chapter 5

It was as if time itself had frozen, every thought, word, and even breath suspended in mid-air, leaving only the relentless pounding of my heart as the sole sensation that remained. And then, in an instant, the spell was broken, and reality crashed back in with a jolt.

"You the one?" The deep, resonant voice boomed, and I felt my head jerk upward to meet the gaze of the stranger who had spoken. The 6-foot titan of a man loomed above me, his piercing yellow eyes seeming to bore into my very soul.

I managed a weak, "Uh... yes," as my heart raced in my chest. Dumbfounded, I stared up at him, taking in every detail of his chiseled features and broad shoulders. The gray button shirt and black suit jacket he wore only accentuated his muscular frame, and his raven-black hair seemed to absorb the light around him. His eyes, those brilliant yellow orbs, seemed to hold me captive as he surveyed me with an air of quiet confidence.

"I'm the escort," he said, his voice like velvet, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He turned and motioned for me to follow, and I stumbled after him, my mind reeling with a mixture of fear and fascination.

As we walked, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, my eyes drinking in the sight of him. His broad shoulders and powerful physique were a stark contrast to my own slender frame, and I felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of what the night might hold.

We reached the hotel room, and I fumbled for the key card, my hands trembling with anticipation. As I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I was struck by the realization that I was about to embark on a journey that would change me forever.

The room was small but cozy, with a single bed that seemed to loom before me like some kind of altar. The escort shut the door behind us, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt a wave of heat wash over me as he stepped closer.

"What's in the backpack?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, and I felt a jolt of fear as I realized he had noticed my bag.

"Uh... toys," I stammered, my mind racing to come up with some kind of explanation. He gave a short, harsh laugh, and I felt my heart sink as he flashed me a killer smile.

"Name?" he asked, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I answered, "Kota."

He nodded, his eyes raking over me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "So... on your form you said you wanted to experience pure, pleasurable pain," he said, his voice dripping with seduction, and I felt my body respond to his words.

I nodded, my eyes fixed on his, and he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "On a scale of 1 to 10," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine, "how painful do you want it?"

My response was immediate, my body arched toward him as I cried out, "10!" His eyes flashed with something like surprise, and he pulled back, his gaze raking over me with a newfound intensity.

"You a virgin?" he asked, his voice cold and detached, and I felt my heart sink as I answered, "Yes."

He laughed, a harsh, guttural sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "I haven't had a virgin in a very long time," he said, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

"Are you sure you want 10?" he asked, and I nodded, my mind reeling with excitement and fear.

"Is there a safe word?" he asked, his voice smooth and seductive, and I felt my heart race as I answered, "No."

His smile faded, and he stepped closer, his eyes fixed on mine. "Am I the Master or am I the Slave?" he asked, his voice low and menacing, and I felt a wave of emotion wash over me as I answered, "I'm the Slave."

His eyes flashed with something like approval, and he stepped back, his jacket slipping off his broad shoulders. His tight-fitting shirt revealed the definition of his muscles, and I felt my heart race as he began to unbutton it, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Take off ALL of your clothes, Slave," he commanded, his voice like a whip, and I felt my body respond, my hands moving automatically to obey.

As I stood there, naked and trembling, I felt a sense of darkness engulf me, a feeling of submission and surrender that was both thrilling and terrifying. The escort stepped closer, his eyes fixed on mine, and I felt my heart race as he commanded, "Get on your knees... NOW."

I complied without question, my body trembling with anticipation as he stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with a fierce, almost feral intensity. And then, without warning, he struck, his hand crashing down on my back with a force that left me gasping for air.

Pain flooded my body, a searing, white-hot sensation that seemed to ignite every nerve ending. I cried out, my body arching upward, and the escort stepped back, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Remember, Slave," he said, his voice low and menacing, "you asked for this." And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the darkness, my body screaming for mercy.