His Temptation

Sky

I hold my mouth shut with my hands as I shiver watching the horror unfold in front of me.

Secluded in such a dark area had hidden me from participating in the trauma of my life but my eyes were not shielded from it as I watched it all unfold.

Standing in the room was five men, four of them dressed in black while one of them, tall and husky wore a grey pant and a black shirt, his build was bigger despite being hidden under that oversized shirt. A couple of inches taller than all the men in the room, it was easy to know he was the leader of the group.

Right in the middle of them was the Klaus family, his wife and his 24 year old daughter who was the same age as me.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Mr Klaus demanded, his breathing heaved.

His eyes daring as he stared at the men before him.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't" the man replied, he leaned on the wall with his left leg raised up. A smug look on his face as he flicked through his fingers.

"How dare you come into my home?" Mr Klaus yelled. His voice high pitched annoying the man in front of him.

He pulled off the wall and walked closer, a slap to his face was enough to make me jump.

He had just slapped Mr Klaus. He grabbed a fistful of hair raising his face to his.

"You don't seem to grasp what is going on here?" He breathed out.

"I could have you killed"

The man moved away from him and then came back with speed knocking his jaw with his knees, Mr Klaus fell with a heavy stud to the ground. As an average man with a rounded stomach, he bounced like a ball on the floor.

Blood dripped from his nose and mouth, he rolled to the side as he coughed out on the ground.

He slowly sat up to face the man in front him, "What do you want from me?" He asked.

"Revenge" the man answered, his eyes daring and mysterious. There was a familiarity in the way he spoke, like he had known Mr Klaus for a long time.

His wife and daughter were being held down by those men, he knelt in front of them like a shield but there is not so much he could do when he was at the mercy of this man.

I gulped down as I gazed into his eyes, I have never seen so much hatred and resentment, my skin crawled and I could feel the darkness envelop me. I dared not to make a sound, I could never face a man like him, I would be dead in seconds.

"Please spare my family" Mr Klaus began to plead. He probably realized that he was not going to make it out alive, he was no match for the man. I could feel the fear in his voice as he spoke. He had no one to save him, he was all alone.

The man leaned down a bit and grabbed his Adam's apple,

"Did you think you could deceive me and get away with it?

I served you for years, I gave you a chance to come clean to me but you decided to use me" the man threatened.

As I sat in the darkness, I wondered whath meant by that, I never knew Mr Klaus as a deceiver, he was a very honest man. He had men at his beak and call but he was never violent, not that I knew him to be.

"I am sorry" he began begging, pleading on his life, wishing and praying that he and his family would not be hurt.

A shrilled laugh filled the room, it was dark and filled with evil thoughts,

"Tie him up" the man ordered.

Mr Klaus struggled with two men that held him but for a man who was short in stature with a protruding stomach and a bald head, he was like a potato thrown on a chair, soon he was tied up and unable to move.

"I gave you the chance to walk away, to avoid all these but you chosed to look the other way.

You know I don't give second chances"

I was getting more confused by what was going on, if Mr Klaus wasn't guilty considering the type of man I knew he was then why was he begging or could he have been in the wrong?.

Kayla has been quiet ever since, wrapped in her mother's arm who was shielding her from what they would do to her father.

"Please forgive me" Mr Klaus pleaded.

"Hmm" he breathed out picking something from the dinner table, I couldn't figure out what it was until he got closer to Mr Klaus and stabbed him in the eye.

It was a Fork.

My body began shaking and I tried so hard to hid my hasty breaths, watching blood gush out from his eyes and his screams of agony, I couldn't bare to look at him. How could a person be so wicked to do that to anyone.

"Now with one eye, I want you kill your daughter, let's say your vision was blurry and you didn't see her and shot her by accident.

No, not Kayla, I thought to myself. Kayla was my best friend, she was the closest thing I had to a family. I watched them take her out of Mrs Klaus care, they held her still making sure that she wouldn't move a muscle.

The man moved closer to Mr Klaus, he positioned a gun in his hand and raised his arm up to Kayla's head.

I wanted to run out, I wanted to save her but I was just a weak and defenseless girl who couldn't move because she was terrified.

Bang, came the gunshot and Kayla dropped to the ground dead with a bullet hole to her head. I could see her staring straight at me, it was like I could hear her last words to me.

"Found you"

An hour before her death, we were playing hide and seek while Mrs Klaus made dinner, I hid in a closet by the corner of the room while she searched everywhere for me, it was my favorite hiding spot and not once has she ever caught me there. Everyone knew about my spot except her.

Mrs Klaus screams woke me from my thought, she had been pleading with them ever since to spare Kayla but they didn't listen to her and held her down. She held her daughter in her arms, shouting and crying.

"Kill me" she yelled at the man.

Her family was already taken from her, her only daughter laid lifeless in her arms, she couldn't deal with it anymore and wanted her life to end sooner so that she could join her daughter in the afterlife.

"Do you hear that?, even your wife wants to leave you after you had the audacity to kill her only daughter.

Shame on you, how could you be such a wicked father" the man teased Mr Klaus whispering those vile words into his ears.

Strangely Mr Klaus believed it, he believed that he was the one who killed his daughter, "Honey I am sorry, I didn't mean to do it" he cried out.

He had totally forgotten about the pain from his eyes and was more focused on the pain in his heart, the emotional pain.

"Kill me" Mrs Klaus kept on pleading and screaming.

The man sat on the sofa spreading his legs wide open,

"I am considering giving you a second chance"

Mr Klaus slowly turned to him, confused why he would be getting a second chance after he had killed it daughter.

"Yes, it is true" he lifted his hands in the air showing his sincerity and change of heart.

"But you will have to do something for me, can you do it?" He continued.

Mr Klaus nodded his head in agreement, anything to spare his life at the moment but what about his daughter?.

"Shoot her, put her out of her misery and I will walk away and leave you alone for the rest of your life"

The room fell silent as Mr Klaus was lost in great contemplation,

"If you don't do it then I will kill you and your wife, you cannot blame me for your child, you did that.

But If you do kill your dear wife then you will be set free" he explained further and silence once filled the room again.

This man was sick, he was a murderer, he was terrifying, to hell with him.

After five minutes, Mr Klaus came to a decision, I could see his hand lifted up, raising the gun towards his wife.

"I am sorry Honey" he said and pulled the trigger.

"Son of a bitch" the man cursed after escaping a bullet that grazed his arm, if he wasn't fast enough then the bullet would have gone straight into his heart. Mr Klaus had made a last minute decision to shoot him instead of his wife but because of his fast reflexes, he missed his target.

Several shots were fired and Mr Klaus and his wife were both dead, I had just watched the massacre of a whole family and it shook me to the core, my face was now dry from all that crying and my mouth was sore from being clenched together against its will. I couldn't move an inch, the hairs on my body stood in sync.

All I wanted was for the men to leave the room and I could finally run for my life.

"Clean this up" the man ordered and it dawned on me that they would be there for a few more hours trying to get rid of the bodies. A few more hours

They could find me in minutes if they decided to search around. My thought were a ramble, since all the previous victims were dead then I might as well be the next victim, I didn't want to die.

Slow and steady footsteps began approaching the closet, my heart raced faster than the beatings of a drum. It was literally out of my chest, I moved backwards quietly to hide myself when he stopped right in front of the door and turned his back to me.

I let out a sigh of relief after almost being caught when the doors opened wide revealing me to five hefty men in the room who were surprised to see me.

"We got another one" the man picked my fragile little body on top of his shoulders as he strode towards the man in the grey pant. I tried to struggle with him fighting and kicking him but I was a mere chopstick and he could break my bones easily if he wanted to.

I was thrown down harshly at his feet, I turned forward only to be met face to face with him. My hands were shaking and breaths became heavy again, more faster than when the man approached me. His eyes were green and dark, It was like staring at death directly in the eye.

Horrifying.

"What do we do with you?" He spoke tilting his head a bit. I try to avert his gaze but I was scared that he might kill me if I dare blink.

"Please don't hurt me, I will do anything you want me to, I will not tell anyone anything. I swear on my life, I don't want to die please" I pleaded, it was the least I could do in a situation like this. After all that I had seen, I knew I was nothing to him than just another body that he could drop dead. I closed my eyes hoping and praying that he would spare my life.

"Anything?" I hear him say and I open my eyes immediately. Was he accepting my offer, was he going to spare my life. He was already standing in front of me, I had to tilt my head backwards a great deal to catch a glimpse of his face.

"Yes anything" I nodded my head.

His rough hands touched my face and then caressed my lips before he squeezed my right nipple in his hand.

I knew exactly where this was going but it was the price to save my life.

Sky

I am standing in front of a bed in a room filled with lavender scent, a vanity table adjacent to the dressing area, the surface adorned with trinkets and treasures. A pair of curtains flutter in the breeze, the green folds pushed to each corner allowing the rays of sunlight into the room.

He stands behind me, his gaze lingers, unwavering, sending a shiver down my spine. As if he could see the layers underneath the clothing. A tremor courses through my fingers, I try to stay calm but fail helplessly, fear and uncertainty grips me, making me rethink my decision. Should I have just died like the others, should I have ended my fate right there when I was caught.

No, I don't want to die.

His shadow stood enormous on the bed almost like I had disappeared into him, I was nothing but a fragile and petite girl standing close to his figure.

I could hear the sound of cushion bring pressed backwards, strange enough that my hearing was at its highest peek when my life is in danger. Everything was loud or perhaps I was too scared that I listened to the tiniest of things. I bet that if a pin actually dropped then I would hear it too.

"Strip" his voice cold just as I have come to know it, I couldn't turn back to look at him because then I would be more scared of him than I am right now. I slowly took off the black t-shirt I was wearing revealing my red bra, it was hard to take off my jeans because I had overgrown them and they were tightly pressed to me body but luckily he was patient with him.

All that was left was my matching set of Mira secrets, a red bra and a red panty.

"All the way" he said.

My eyes opened as I realized I was going to be naked in front of him, in front of a man I had just met last night, a man who had massacred a whole family but was willing to let my life slide because I agreed to do anything he wanted. My panties were slipped down and there I was stark naked in front of him, it soothed my mind better when I wasn't looking at him, but then came his voice to me.

"Turn around"

I wish I could disappear, turn invisible at this point, run away from the face of the ear but none of that was happening.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life, my head hunged low as I faced him. I could feel his stare on me. His gaze travels the contours of my form, I feel a flush to my cheeks displeased about the inspection. I raised my head a bit to face him,his legs crossed and his head rested on his palm. I didn't want to look at him but I found myself lifting my head up.

He ravaged my body with his eyes, I wished to cover myself from his gapes but I was smart enough to know it would piss him off. I have heard of men like him, they pry off the dominance they feel from a woman they desire.

'Desire', what am I thinking?. This is more like Rape not only was I abducted against my will. Maybe I was the one who gave myself to him but that didn't mean I was willing to give my body to him, I had my limits and I was not going to let him touch me.

I am only here because I could not afford to be killed, the things he did to Mr Klaus family were still imprinted in my mind, I could still see Kayla's face when she dropped to the ground. This all happened because of him and here I am standing in front of him naked because I didn't want to join them.

"Hmm" his soft exclaimation filled the room and my body tensed up, could I have offended? Perhaps he said something while I was deep in my thoughts.

I immediately caught his eyes and it felt he was gazing into my soul, my nipples became hard giving off a weird meaning, I wasn't begging for his touch but his gaze alone was able to make my body react.

I blame myself for having such a weak body.

"Interesting" he smiled.

The room suddenly became hot despite the open windows and the curtains pulled all the way, I have no idea how to express it but his stare was doing things to my body that no man could.

"On the bed" came the next command.

"What?" the words slipped out of my mouth faster than I could think and I instantly regretted it.

I quickly covered my mouth, the air had carried my words all the way to his ears before I could retract it. Don't blame me.

No man has ever given me such a command, it made me feel like I was a slave serving her master.

I was offended.

I watched as the light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by darkness that sent a chill down my spine. The tempest had been unleashed, I had triggered him.

My legs gave out and pushed backwards until I hit the bed frame.

He leaned forward,

I didn't need to be told twice as I climbed the bed.

What position I should be in, I had no idea,I already felt like a slut putting on a show for her master.

With a commanding tone, "Spread your legs" his voice resonating and grabbing my attention. Each word dripped with authority.

His voice alone was enough to force the quickest reaction from me as I spread my legs apart to him, how far should it go?

I had no idea.

Slow and steadily he advanced towards me, his movement free but purposeful. As he closed the distance between us, I could feel my heart beating than ever,

He drew closer until he was right there, standing in front of me, his presence looming over me.

Ofcourse I knew what he was going to do, it was what every man does, what every man wants but was it what I wanted?. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to him, my heart skipped a bit, a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. It was as if time itself had come to a standstill.

He spread my legs further like he was staring at a fucking object of interest.

His two fingers slid into my pussy searching them, my eyes closed for a minute drowning myself in the pleasure, rolling to the back of my head. How could his two fingers be more pleasurable than anything in the world, they were huge and he spread them apart strecthing my walls. I could feel my legs twitch and I was certain he saw that.

"Not a virgin, Good" he pulled his hands away and licked them. Expecting to be disgusted by his actions, a smile crept my face, I was already fucked up, it didn't take him a minute to mess with my head.

My pussy clenched searching for more.

A soft knock came on the door drawing our attention to it,

"Come in" he replied.

An average young woman walked into the room with a tray in her hands filled with all kinds of sexual toys and dildo.

"On the bed" he ordered and she placed the tray before me, in between my legs then exceeded the room.

"What is this?" I asked, not like I wasn't allowed to speak, I could say whatever I wanted as far as it didn't annoy him and it was his choice to answer me.

"What do you think it is?"

"I don't know"

"They are for you, I want to see you pleasure yourself, I want to know your limit and how long you would last until you have your cum pouring out of you"

As his words sank in, my jaw dropped, hanging open in disbelief. What sort of fucked up situation was he thinking.

He sat back on the couch staring at me while I wondered what the hell I was doing.

Was he some kind of fucked up pervert who loved watching women pleasure themselves?, if this is what I think it is then sign me the hell out. The next thing I know he would have men line up in the room ready to fuck me while he watched.

"I am not doing this" I raised my head, I put myself in this mess so I might as well walk out of it.

Before my feet could hit the ground, I was slammed to the wall, his hand curled around my neck gripping it.

"You will do as I say unless you want to end up dead like the others"

We both knew who he was talking about, I had watched their massacre, it was the reason I was with him just so that I found escape my death.

To me, he was death knocking on my door, instead I made a deal with him.

I gulped down, his grip lessened until he let go of him, after gasping for air for a few seconds, I sat down properly on the bed with my legs spread out like before.

There was no escaping this man, there was no escaping what he was going to do to me, I was too terrified to defy him.

Staring at the tray, it had several dildo of different sizes ranging from the smallest to the longest.

I picked up the middle one then raised my head to him, disappointment was written all over his face.

"Was he expected me to pick the longest" I thought to myself. That shit would probably make me bleed.

"Go on" he gestured.

I slid the toy slowing into me and let out a gasp when it breached my walls, escaping into my own world where I had forgotten that he was sitting right there watching me.

"Hmm" I let out a soft moan.

I heard the couch ruffle and opened my eyes to see him fixated on me. Not blinking for a second like he didn't want to miss a tiny bit of the show I was serving him.

Filling myself with as much pleasure as I wanted, I could feel myself ready to let out, he looks at me, now relaxed on the couch. It was like he could sense what was coming, I blinked my eyes for a second and I swore I saw him bit his lower lips or maybe I was just seeing things.

Reaching climax, I pushed myhead backwards and arched my back into a better position as I pushed the dildo deeper into my pissy. My eyes rolled all the way to the back of my head.

I was in Heaven as I pour out cum all over the bed. Waking myself up, the room fell silent. He was no longer seated in front of me, I turned to my side searching for him when I was met face to face with him.

His green eyes pierced mine,

"You will learn to hold out much longer when it is my cock deep into that pussy.

You will beg me to make you cum quickly but I won't heed to you until I am done with you" he said then walked out slamming the door behind him.

Dare

The morning sun springs up in the sky, I sit on the sofa in the living room staring at a door that catches my view. I had given her just one rule, never step out of the room without my permission. I have no idea why I want her to defy me, why I want her to open that door and step out. Ofcourse I would feel good about punishing her, a little gore play doesn't hurt.

The sound of the door bell catches my attention and I make my way to the door. An unexpected guess stands there with a smile on his face.

"Dare, it's been a while" Mark says. He is wearing a blue Jean on a black leather jacket clad with his combat boot. I spot the BMW right behind him and he turns his eyes to it.

"Sweet ride don't you think" he asks and I give him a slight nod.

Mark and I have been buddies, we work for the same organization until I left and decided to start afresh. When he first joined us, he was a naive little boy who needed a family, I thought him everything he knew, made sure he could stay on his back on his own. He was my right hand man, I'm certain that when I left he took over my position.

"Why are you here?" I ask leaning on the door, the urge to let him in was the last thing I thought of. I didn't want him in my home, especially now that I have company. Mark thinks like me, women are nothing but prey in our eyes, a means to do whatever we want with them. He didn't know that before until I showed him what it was like to dominate a woman, to have her crawl to him, to beg for his mercy and his touch.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" He answers and brushes past me into the house.

Despite working for the same organization, we wanted different things and that was what grew us apart, we were only alike when it came to work. I had his back and he did mine, if we didn't work together then we would be dead by now and we both knew that.

His combat boots create shoe prints on my ombré tiles, I frown at it but his unregistered access into my home is what boils me up.

"This is cool" he crosses his leg and his hands tap on the side table beside him. I fold my arms together watching him, he has something to say and he is taking his damn time to tell me. He knows i am fucking impatient, he is trying to tick me off.

I lean on the brown walls, my left leg raised up, my hands on my chin. He had grown a few inches and the Mustache underneath his nose reminding me of how mature he has grown.

He moved forward, the sofa makes a crumbling sound, he has his elbows on his knees and then he looks up to me.

"Something happened Dare"

I blink my eyes showing forth an expressionless face, anything could happen, he has to be more specific if he wants a reaction from me.

"The Boss, Mr Klaus is dead" he informs me. I fucking know that, I was the one who killed him but I would never tell him that.

"What happened to him?" I ask instead, allowing the damn conversation to continue. Mark wasn't smart enough to suspect me and even if he did, he had no evidence. I made sure there was no witness or clue left at the crime scene, except her but she won't be a problem right now.

He let out a sigh, I don't know if he was affected by Boss death or he was just overreacting. We have never met him, the closest we got was hearing his voice as he sent us on assignment that claim our lives. None of us has seen his face, he made it that way so that he could never be traced. It took me eleven years to find out who he was, only his secretary could see him and talk to him. He was a retired general and there was nothing in this world that you would do to him to make him spill, I tried.

"He was murdered along with his family, the news is only shared amongst us, not many people know it"

He looks away from me, fixing his focus on his shoes, the room becomes silent.

He pulls back up to me and I match his gaze, was he expecting me to say something. We had no relation to the man who except business.

My eyes catch sight of the blood residues in his finger, he was coming from there and came over to tell me the news.

"I am going to find the motherfucker who did this to him and I am going to make him pay" he threatened.

"If you need anything don't hesitate" I replied, it was the least I could do. Not like I cared about the man's death, it was his fault for crossing me. I had dreamed of taking his life for a long time and just when he messed up, I seized the fucking opportunity and did what I had to do.

I don't care if the gang comes after me, I will kill them one by one until I am the only one standing.

He bolts to his feet, "Thank you" he says and makes his way to the door.

"Mark" I call before he could step out.

He sharply turns towards me,

"Congratulations"

"For what"

"You are now the head of the gang" I inform him and he nods.

With my absence, he was now in charge of the brothers. He would be the one receiving orders from the higher ups, he had several men to feed and train. I couldn't be more proud of the boy I had raised.

"Thanks"

I turn away moving towards the couch, I hear the door shut but the footsteps drew much closer until his eyes were now on me. A considerable amount of distance between his legs, his brows breached downwards and forward and those brown eyes darkened.

"How is it that you left us not long ago and three days later, the boss is dead?" He asks.