Release In The Dark (DARK erotic romance series) by Natalie Kristen Page A

at Dell's eye
level. He puts his palms on her taut thighs and presses his face
into her pussy. Kylee's face remains stoic, even as his hands and
mouth busy themselves between her legs.
    With a loud slurp, Dell backs
away from Kylee and mounts the bedded platform. Pam is the only one
who is not chained and cuffed to any of the gory devices in the room.
She is simply kneeling on the platform with her head bowed, her
chest rising and falling ever so slightly.
    He begins to unbutton his red,
silk shirt with one hand. With his other hand, he fumbles with his
belt and zipper. Completely naked, except for the black satin mask
over his eyes, he yanks Pam's leash violently.
    “ On all fours,” he
orders.
    Soundlessly, Pam leans forward
on her hands and knees. Dell gently moves her hair to one side and
finds the strings to her leather collar.
    Growling, he pulls the black
string to tighten the collar. He lets out a satisfied laugh when Pam
jerks back with a gasp, her small hands flying to her throat.
    He pushes her body down,
maintaining his hold on the black string. He rubs his short, hard
member vigorously between her butt cheeks before pushing into her.
He pulls on the string as he starts to pound, throwing back his head
and making wordless sounds of ecstasy.
    Pam's hands are clawing
desperately at the collar, her body shuddering. Between the sounds
of slapping flesh and Dell's bellows, I can almost make out tiny,
choking sounds emanating from Pam. I try to squint at her, but the
clamps are clenching my nipples with so much force now that my own
anguish is the only thing I can focus on at the moment. I thrash my
head, trying not to focus on the burning sensation radiating from my
nipples to the rest of my body.
    The pressure on my nipples is
now so intense that it is all I can do not to black out. Dell's roar
jolts me back from the brink of unconsciousness and back into the
darkness of Room Number Five. I shake my head and take deep, quick
breaths. Dell's is cursing and swearing noisily, and his grating
voice slaps me fully awake.
    I snap my eyes to the bedded
platform, and see Dell yanking angrily at the black string. Pam is
lying on the platform, her body limp and pale. She doesn't stir even
when Dell wrenches the string so hard I hear a loud crack.
    “ Stop it!” I cry
hoarsely. “Stop! You'll kill her!”
    I gasp, the full meaning of my
words smashing into me like a sledgehammer. “Pam!” I
scream, jerking against my cuffs. “Pam! Wake up! What have
you done to her? Stop touching her! What have you done?”
    Dell whirls round to face me,
his eyes full of hostility and frustration. “What are you
making such a ruckus for? Just shut up!” he spits. He drops
the string, and Pam slumps like a rag doll.
    “ You...you've killed her,”
I choke.
    He shrugs and snorts in disgust.
“And I'm not even done yet. I haven't finished, and she dies
on me. Bitch!”
    He turns to snarl at Kylee and
me. “One of you will have to take her place.”
    Kylee stares straight up at the
ceiling, not turning her head to throw even a glance at Pam's body.
My reaction is the complete opposite of hers. I am sobbing and
screaming uncontrollably, unable to look away from Pam's still body.
    How could he have strangled her?
Why didn't she cry for help? Why didn't he stop?
    The answers are so glaring, and
so painful.
    He strangled her simply because
he could. She did cry out, but he didn't want to stop.
    Dell looms over me and I spit
viciously at him. He inhales sharply then rears back with a roar.
He backhands me, and my head lolls to one side. I taste blood in my
mouth, and I turn back and bare my bloodied teeth at him. He slaps
me again, and again, until I can't see or feel anymore. I don't even
realize I am blubbering incoherently, until Dell places a finger on
my lips and shushes me. “Shh, there's no need to get so
emotional. Hush. Quiet now. Be good now. She's just a whore.
Nothing more. No need to cry and spoil all our fun. I said