My Jaded Sanity (Bdsm)

Luxury Pain.

"Wow, this is nice" it was like a luxury suite, there were 4 doors near the back: all closed and a beautiful black crystal chandelier in the middle of the room, just dangling there like it's tired of looking so magnificently elegant. The colour themes almost spoke out: passion; the deep blacks and reds gave it a slight gothic element but it's interior was a refreshment.

"I'm glad you like it" he says with a humble glare, his phone begins to ring and he gives me the 1 minuit signal. I continue to appreciate the work on the ceiling: all I really hear is "..... easier..... Joe... tomorrow.. . definitely.." and a whole lot of other mumbled words. I try walking to the white piano before I realise that my legs feel like jelly, falling into a black oak cupboard I quickly stumble onto the couch. He comes back in with a grin on his face : "sorry about that" he says quickly putting his phone back into his pocket, "do you have a thing for black and red?" I smile, "you could say that, when doing the interior for the club, they were the main colours that I liked so I decided to do the whole building that way" his gaze lingering from the satin shredded rug to me. "You own this club?" I say slightly surprised, "yeah, you only latched on" he says amused, so he owns the club yet he just came and sat next to me at the bar.... Hmm he must really want some tonight. "Guess so" I say looking into his sea of grey clouds. He looks away, breaking the gaze; I don't think he likes eye contact. He looks at his phone and I see a rapid change of emotion: bland. "I don't have time" he says coming towards me, "time for what" I question absent mindedly, he runs his hands through his hair and walks back and forth: I really don't understand his extreme mood swing.

"I'm going to kidnap you" he speaks blankly, with no emotion at all. Surely when kidnapping someone you'd feel something: adrenaline? excitement? anger? something! But all I see is a blank expression unlike the one I've seen all night. "Why" I questioned, cocking my head; completely confused as to how he went from charming to kind of scary. I have been observing you for quite sometime Perry and.. there's something about you" He smirks mysteriously. "How do you know my name" I demand, "I know everything about you: Perry Karou Lacen" The reality of this whole happening begins to sink in as the alcohol wears off a bit: he grabs me by the shoulder and throws me down.

He ties my hands and feet together; for my hands he pulls off his tie and firmly wraps it around my trembling wrists all while locking eye contact with me. "What the fuck do you think your doing" I try to resist a little by kicking at his hands, but I was hopeless and to be honest I'm strangely enjoying it. His smokey grey eyes are piercing my chocolate pupils, "your only going to kick, no screaming?" he murmurs "I don't know, a little, im just very turned on" he looks up and there is lust lurking under clouds of passion. "I know that you work as a PA, you live with your friend Flaure, your hobbies are: art, reading, metal bands and your a writer but in none of my research have I found that your in favour of s&m" his whole description causes me to giggle "is that all you found?" He places me on the black leather couch and turns to look at me. "Oh trust me Perry, I found enough"

I have no idea why but I want him so much, I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter: this was meant to be a rebound thing yet, I'm getting the feeling this may he something more.

"What's my favourite colour" I question fluttering my eyelashes "Deep blood red" he replies with a smug look on his gorgeous face "Nope. Your wrong" I say in a false correcting tone. "Your lying" his eyes darken as he clenches his jaw "Don't. Ever. Lie. To Me" he says through gritted teeth. I could see his anger and frustration building up, I wanted him to snap; I mean what's the worst he'll do."I'm not lying" I say in the most innocent way. "Yes.. You are!" He grabs me by the neck of my dress "You are going to be punished"

He picks me up and takes me to the door at the back of the room he pulls the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door, all I see are the dark maroon walls.

He throws me down onto the bed and ties me to it with the same grey satin tie. "Im going to show you exactly whom you are lying to you fucking slut" his words sent shivers all through my body; I want him so bad.

Without any warning he rips off my black lace dress leaving me in just my lingerie, he carefully slips both of my red platforms off and throws them onto the floor. He lifts me up and undoes my cream satin bra and sets me back down before shredding off my matching thong. He strips in front of me, lust growing in my eyes as his toned, tattooed body is exposed to them; he has both of his arms, partial chest and majority of back inked up with beautiful calligraphic writing and symbols that I can't quite make out.

He climbs on top of me and stares into my slightly scared eyes "know this, stop isn't a valid response anymore" and with that he slams his cock into me, he fills me up then thrusts out and in. His penis begins to get lubricated with my hot wet juices, I wanted him so much more. "Harder, please" I begged, "you want it harder? Oh you dirty whore" his breath hugging my neck, he begins licking and biting at my jawline.

He began to push further in me, so much I felt that I couldn't take it but I want it even more. I feel his foreskin grinding against the the upper wall, I can't help but whimper with pleasure. He carries on pounding at my wetness till I crumble all around him, my whole body tingles with the orgasm I just had. I close my eyes as I let the sheer ecstasy feeling warp my senses, but he was still going. "Don't think I'm done yet" he carried on for another 10 minuits I had atleast 5 orgasms but I really can't take it anymore. "Please... Stop..." I moaned, it started to hurt, he was pushing too much " you are going to take me" he pulls my arm to the side. He gets out a blade from nowhere and strokes my upper arm with his tongue then digs the tip of the knife into my skin, as it sinks into my skin it sends tingles all through my chest and arms. "Do you like this?" he growls; I felt him throbbing inside of me. " No... Please... Stop.." I whimpered, " as I've told you before Perry, no isn't a valid response". He slits the blade down toward my elbow, I see the blood dribbling down the side of my arm; running to the satin sheets. He pulls out of me, leaving me panting manically; pulling me up and turning me round so I'm on all fours, he gently blows down my back, "ready for a spank, pet?" he questions in the most dominating tone I've heard "no.. I don't..." but before I can finish my sentence he slaps my ass cheek with something that feels leathery and tassily: as much as the overall tingles are leaving my flesh numb; with every gash of the strand of leather I feel myself giving up and letting him do what he wants. The excruciating pleasure is too much for me to resist. He keeps going, again and again "you like this" he chuckles "please.." I moan.. not exactly knowing what I want; the combination of pain and pleasure have introduced me to a world I never knew existed: to sensations I never knew I could feel, to surrendering my body to someone I hardly know.