FaCade (Deception #1) by Ker Dukey, D.H. Sidebottom Page B

the happy mixed with fear streaming through my body at the vision of him there in a black tailored suit sculpted to his frame, his dark green tie contrasting nicely against all the black. His hair was ruffled from him running his hands through it … or Maria’s hands. I closed my eyes to quash my inner voice raging war with my sense of what was right and wrong.
    “You were warned, Belle.”
    My eyes sprang open from his deep voice glazing me in a weird sense of familiarity. The giant appeared behind him. I hurried to cover myself from his disappointed gaze. Fuck him, fuck them all. They were playing with me, starving me of life.
    Mr. Troy moved inside, allowing the giant to enter behind him, then came over and placed a box on the bed. “Get dressed.”
    I opened the box; a deep red satin dress was inside. It felt beautiful against my fingers. Lifting it out, a creamy pearl necklace caught my eye as it lay underneath. I scooped it up, my fingers running delicately through the few layers of stunning pearls. My eyes darted to Mr. Troy who smirked. The giant had exited the room but he wasn’t going anywhere.
    I dropped the cover I had used to conceal myself and draped the fabric over my head. The cool soft touch flowed over my skin, the luxury of the expensive material sliding elegantly against my body. A hiss sounded from behind me. Ignoring him, I slipped the pearls over my head, trying to work out how they were supposed to lay.
    “They don’t go there, Belle, although I’d be happy to give you one that did.” He lightly chuckled.
    Confusion pinched my face, and he walked over to me. Taking them from my neck he rearranged the loops then dropped to his knees in front of me. His hand came out to tap my ankle. “Oh my God,” I breathed. They were underwear.
    He caressed them up my legs, the beaded balls kneading the flesh as they travelled up my thighs, skimming under the red satin dress that had gathered around the top of my legs.
    Cool beads came to rest over my bare pussy, a string of them sitting against the crease of my ass like a G-String, two layers resting above my hips. His warm fingers stroked at my flesh as they left me, making the air around us thicken, his dark pools penetrating my inner whore. I craved his touch and as much as I hated him for it, the craving was the stronger urge now.
    He moved away from me, standing and turning to leave, crooking a finger over his shoulder at me to follow. Placing one foot in front of the other, I gasped as the pearls moved over me in delicate strokes. Biting down hard on my lips to stifle my heavy breaths, I followed his lead, passing the giant in the hall.
    My footfalls tapped against the cold floor, and I stopped at a door when he did. It opened into a warm, richly decorated room; heavy curtains draping from the ceiling, creating a gothic vibe. The dark red matched the color of my dress. A dinner table was set in the center of the room.
    “Sit.”
    Walking to one of the seats at the table I slowly lowered myself down. I jumped violently as he swiped his arm across the table, knocking everything that was on it to the floor. The cluttering noises made my heart stop, before rebooting with his next command. “On the table, Belle. You wanted to give me a show… I want it up close.”
    I didn’t move. I didn’t know if I could move. He refused to wait; he reached out, grasping a fistful of my loose hair. Each follicle blazed from his rough hands. He dropped into the chair at the other end and placed me between his splayed thighs. His hand relinquished its hold on my hair as he reaffirmed his authority with both hands digging into my hips, lifting and placing me on the table. “Like to taunt men, Belle? Like to touch your pussy and cum in my honor?”
    My head was shaking back and forth. “I didn’t cum. I couldn’t for a pig like you,” I spat. The backhand to my cheekbone stunned me, the pain exploding heat along my entire right side. Tears filled my eyes, my hair