Dark Love

By TL Clark

Male sub Jonathan is faced with the possibility of leading a 'vanilla' life as tragedy strikes.

Delve into the dark realm of Mistress Eigengrau, and the love that exists in the relationship between this female Dom and her male Sub. 

Jonathan (our gorgeous Submissive) has his attention diverted by another but it leaves him conflicted and confused. 

Can he turn away from the only kind of love he has ever known, to explore new avenues? Can he like vanilla?
Or is it just a passing fancy; a light shone on a new world that ultimately has no longevity? 

Jonathan's life is certainly about to get a lot more challenging. 
 

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"I loved this story for the emotion that it evoked from me" ~ cthor ★★★★★

"Heartbroken heartbreaker! This book was sexy but also sweet." ~ Blake ★★★★★

"Definitely an engaging read, although dark indeed and provocative." ~ Jacintha Topaz ★★★★★

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CAUTION - This is not a book for the faint-hearted or under-18s as it contains explicit scenes, so strap on tight for a rough ride! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: TL Clark
• Release date: Jun 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781498901963

TL Clark

TL Clark is a British author who stumbles through life as if it were a gauntlet of catastrophes. Rather than playing the victim she uses these unfortunate events to fuel her passion for writing, for reaching out to help others. She writes about different kinds of love in the hope that she‘ll uncover its mysteries. Her loving husband (and very spoiled cat) have proven to her that true love really does exist. Writing has shown her that coffee may well be the source of life. Love & light TL

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Dark Love

By TL Clark

Text copyright © 2013 TL Clark

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 1

Lucy hated going into Melanie’s office, the woman gave her the creeps without her really knowing why.

Maybe it was her almost gothic appearance; she had pale skin but long black hair swept up in a chignon and her dark narrow eyes.

Whatever it was, Lucy was trying to keep calm as she handed the woman some papers from her own boss.

Lucy was the PA to one of the other directors in the high finance firm, and he’d asked Lucy to take these papers into Melanie urgently.

Unlike the other PAs, Jonathan (Melanie’s underling) sat at a desk within his boss’ office. Lucy smiled at him as she said good morning.

She felt sorry for him; he hardly ever spoke unless it was to answer the phone.

She looked at his sweet puppy dog brown eyes as he murmured his bashful good morning response.

Melanie’s hand went to the silver chain at her neck as she spoke to Lucy, Thank you, Lucy.

She accepted this as her dismissal from Melanie’s office and hastily beat a retreat to the safety of her own desk.

How did Jonathan put up with her? She was so stern and scary.

Once Lucy was safely out of her office, Melanie scowled at Jonathan.

Call her, she commanded.

Jonathan needed no more information, he knew exactly who the ‘her’ was and just how much trouble he was in.

In fact, seeing Melanie’s fingers touch her necklace was all the instruction he’d really required.

Sure enough, that evening ‘Veronica’ arrived at Melanie’s house on the outskirts of London.

She had purchased the property partly because it was a good investment for some of her bonus money. And also because it was detached with a private gated road, and had a basement where Jonathan was now waiting for his correction.

His Domina (Melanie herself) was not in her standard S&M black leather tonight. She was wearing a black and red corset and black stockings. The ones she knew he liked.

Long red silk gloves and bright red lipstick finished the ensemble.

Veronica was smiling her own appreciation. She had once been a submissive herself, but her Dominant had turned her away when he found someone new. He had always been fickle with a short attention span.

Since then she had become more of a freelance prostitute, not wanting to replace her master. He had been her first and maybe last.

She had met Melanie at a sex party and the two had found a concord with each other.

Besides, Melanie paid well, and she quite liked helping with Jonathan’s corrections. There was something about him that made her jealous, so administering some lashings was even more pleasurable. Plus she got to release some of her own tension in the process.

Melanie usually liked Jonathan to wear his Spartan outfit in their scenes, and tonight was no exception.

With her help, his pecs had developed nicely, so his chest was on full view.

He was wearing nothing but a leather ‘skirt’ and long red cloak, and was kneeling in his assigned spot, head lowered. That and a leather collar which was chained to a metal ring on the wall next to the black four poster bed.

The basement room was painted black all over, and black candles which dripped red were alight in the wall sconces.

The bed was covered in red satin (impractical but Melanie liked the feel of it next to her skin).

Tonight, the standing lamps with their red coverings had also been switched on.

Stand, Melanie commanded, and he obeyed, eyes still lowered.

Wall.

He stood facing the wall with his palms resting on it as he leaned forward, and carefully raised the flaps on the back of his leather covering.

He had placed the whip he knew she’d want in the stand for her, which she now took in her hand, and struck the air, making a cracking sound with it.

What have you to say? she hissed.

Sorry Mistress.

You know what you did, don’t you?

Yes, sorry Mistress.

You know I hate you looking at other women. You’re mine. Do you hear me?

Yes Mistress.

Crack, the whip struck his ripe as peaches buttocks.

I think you do it on purpose to taunt me.

No Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress.

Crack went the whip again.

Naughty puppy.

Crack. There were red welts where she’d struck him, but he didn’t flinch.

Well, since you like looking at women so much you can watch us tonight. Watch us and only us, nowhere else. Nod that you understand.

He nodded silently.

But don’t embarrass Veronica. She doesn’t want to see your ugly, pathetic excuse of a cock peering at her. No arousal. Hear me?

He nodded again.

Take your position.

He knelt next to the bed, where he would get a full view of everything that the ladies did.

Veronica was in her early twenties, Melanie in her early fifties, but Veronica still envied the Domina’s figure; she was well toned and slender. She worked out every day to keep it that way.

With her, Melanie was not a dominant per se, but she was still in control.

Melanie laid down on the red satin and held Veronica’s hand to bring her closer.

My puppy likes to look at girls. Do you want to show him how to lap like a kitten instead?

Veronica perched herself at the foot of the bed as she replied, Yes, Mistress Eigengrau.

It was out of respect for Melanie that she used that name, not because she had to.

Veronica slid her fingers into Mistress Eigengrau’s lacy thong and skimmed them off her milky white thighs, which parted in anticipation.

Veronica knew her client well, and went straight for her sensitive spot with her tongue, making small lapping strokes at first.

Yes. Good girl. That’s it. There. Mistress Eigengrau encouraged, whilst keeping an eye on the ever watchful Jonathan.

Veronica let out soft mewing sounds as she slowly turned her laps into licks, flooding her mouth with her client’s silky moistness.

Miss E was now starting to make her own groans and was beginning to rock her hips.

Taking her cue, Veronica took a long hard suck on the clitoris in her mouth, making Miss E come.

Good girl. Ah; very good girl, she moaned appreciatively.

Jonathan was finding the non-arousal command easy to obey.

Although watching this should have been horny as hell, he felt an antipathy towards Veronica, which had been encouraged. Besides, he’d been well trained; he saw without seeing.

Miss E grabbed the twin-ended strap-on from the side stand, and fastened it on herself.

Time for your reward, she whispered to Veronica.

Actually, it was part of her own power trip. She loved the feeling that she was in command as a man would be, giving pleasure to a woman.

Veronica was on her back now.

Are you ready? Miss E asked as she rubbed the girl’s luscious lips, only to find the sleek answer at her fingertips.

She parted her legs so Miss E could plunge the dildo in.

Veronica uncupped her breasts from her basque, ready for Miss E’s fondling, and if she was lucky, her kisses.

Mistress Eigengrau was indeed in a generous mood, if only to put on more of a show for Jonathan.

She sucked on the girl’s breasts sumptuously before starting her slow pushes and pulls.

Veronica revelled in the satisfaction of the feeling. It was smoother and more filling than many of the men she had, and gentler too.

Their bodies merged and writhed, as they built the friction between them. Miss E let the girl come before letting go of her own release.

You can look away now, she told Jonathan as Veronica got up.

This was not a romantic episode. There was no need for kisses and cuddles after the act. She had done her job, and now it was time to go.

Let yourself out, Miss E dismissed Veronica.

Veronica nodded and slipped out of the room.

Mistress Eigengrau beckoned her Sub over. She put a small bowl of food on the floor for him and spat in it (showing just how pissed off she was still).

Once he’d eaten his food under her foot she undid his chain.

Come here and show me you’re mine, she said a little more softly.

She was about to leave him for a week, whilst she went on a hedonistic holiday.

She liked to go as a ‘single lady’ so left him at home for the week whilst she had her fun. But she was going to miss him, and just wanted to be with him right now.

She stripped him out of his uniform and removed her corset and stockings.

Naked, they left the basement and went to the sanctuary of her own bedroom. This was an exceptionally rare event, which oddly made this feel more of a taboo than the kinky stuff they did normally.

This was as close as they had ever got to admitting their love to one another.

She surprised him even further by being the one to lie down first. She was always on top. He wasn’t quite sure what to do.

It’s OK. You can come here, she soothed, but he was frozen to the spot.

Jonathan, here.

He just stood there, looking confused, so she got up and hugged him. Actually hugged him.

I’m going to miss you when I’m away.

I’m going to miss you too, Mistress, he said, looking sad and lost.

She knew this was a mistake. No, she’d not take him here. She’d had a moment of weakness.

She took him back down to the basement dungeon where he got up on the bed on all fours.

She slapped his arse hard.

Ahhh, he moaned, feeling better.

He looked over his shoulder at her, his grin was impossible to hide.

She spanked him again, making his erection grow a bit more.

There’s my good boy, she chortled, hitting him again and again.

When he was good and ready she gave the word, and he laid back for her, letting her fasten his wrists above his head.

She mounted him quickly. She really needed this tonight.

Veronica had been fun, but this was much more than that. This was her conserving the memory of her lover.

She really was going to miss him, but she’d soon be caught up in the fun. She wasn’t going to pine. It’s just she liked what they did here. It was hard to beat, but sometimes a girl needed some variety.

She felt him sliding in and out of her as she rose and fell on his cock. She clung onto the bars hanging down from the ceiling to increase the motion.

She let go to tweak his nipples, pinching them hard. Hard enough that he let out a small yelp, a combination of pain and pleasure.

She felt his urgency increase so she leant forward and clamped her teeth where she’d just pinched.

He hissed through his teeth. She looked him in the eyes, which were oddly not covered by his blindfold today.

She licked his lower lip tantalisingly. It sent shivers through his entire body. His beautiful brown eyes were alight with excitement.

She bit that beautiful lower lip, making him flex his hips. She grabbed onto his shoulders and rode him in earnest. Harder and faster until she came and then withdrew.

She looked at him, lying there. OK. She wouldn’t deny him today. She remounted and started to move.

You may, she told him as she reached down and squeezed on his balls, making him come hard and frantically inside of her.

Clean me, she commanded as she pulled herself up to his face, so he could lick his cum out of her.

Once he was done she commented, I’m going early in the morning, so I won’t see you before I go. Just be a good boy whilst I’m gone.

Yes, of course Mistress.

With that she strode upstairs, leaving him to clean up.

He placed the whip back where it belonged and hung his ‘uniform’ up.

He cleaned the sex toy in the sink at the far end of the room.

He bundled up the sheets to carry them upstairs along with her garments which he was going to have to wash.

He flung the sheets in the washing machine, but would only switch it on in the morning.

He warmed up a cup of milk in the microwave and took it up to his bedroom.

He probably should have grown out of the comfort drink by now, but he liked it. And he needed its comforting warmth tonight; being taken up to Melanie’s sanctuary had been an odd shock.

He sat on the bed in his spacious bedroom and flicked the TV on. Melanie’s bedroom was the other end of the landing, so she wouldn’t be disturbed.

He sipped the milky liquid and smiled, feeling replete. He adored the sex he had with his mistress. The relationship suited him perfectly; it gave him a structure he’d never had. And tonight he’d been allowed his climax. The feeling of satisfaction still flooded through his veins.

Jonathan had been born to abusive parents, who beat him whenever the mood suited them. Usually, when his father got drunk or his mother needed to vent her frustrations.

It had taken three broken arms and two broken legs all on separate occasions before he was on the Social Services’ radar.

He had always been quiet at school, but the teachers hadn’t seen anything unusual, and his plaster casts were always down to his clumsiness; falling downstairs/off his bike.

The regular bruises were always out of sight, and he’d been careful not to show them when he got changed for PE, turning them towards a wall in a corner of the changing room.

He was a loner; the other kids pretty much left him alone.

He was finally taken into care when he was eight years old. He moved in with a foster family with two older ‘brothers’.

The parents were kind and tried to bring him out of himself but when they weren’t around his two ‘brothers’ would beat him up for his pocket money, or just for kicks sometimes.

Jonathan had spent his whole childhood feeling black and blue.

He had left college with an A Level in Business Studies.

He turned eighteen, and was granted a council flat and had to make his own way in the world.

He had never seen his parents again. He was all alone. He had turned up at the interview with Melanie in a cheap suit and had shuffled into the office, looking at the floor, looking as if he was afraid to speak.

He had been so scrawny back then. Melanie had immediately been attracted to him, and instantly seen his potential.

She had recently lost her Sub who had decided to go travelling and ‘find himself’. That had dented her ego.

She took on Jonathan as a pet project. She carefully trained him up at work, and found he was very quick to learn and eager to please.

They were working late one night, alone in the office, and she ‘accidentally’ dropped her pen. She bent over to pick it up,