TWISTED FANTASY

Twisted fantasy. (His obsession, Her possession)

Genre; Bully Romance.

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CHAPTER ONE

CLARA's Pov

My 6 inch heels clicked at the red terrace floor noisily with desperation fanning my desire and adventure seeping through my blood.

The black and red expensive furnishings in the club had me questioning if I mistakenly got into a horror scene.

The darkness associated with this place had me scared to an extent but I shook it off. Pleasure and pain were inseparable.

"Good evening ma'am." My lips pursed and formed a fake smile at the blonde receptionist that had a mask on. There was no way I could hide how impatient I'm beginning to grow.

The receptionist had a boob metal ring and wore no piece of clothing except G-string panties.

She looked incredibly sexy and must probably be most men's wet dream.

"Good evening. Can you show me your pass?" She asked sizing me up and down. Her eyes lit up when she saw that I was changed into their uniform. It was a clear indication I received my package by invitation.

"Yes ma'am." I brought out the photocopy of the mail I received and their stamp on it.

"Wow, congratulations. You're lucky to be granted an invitation." She smiled at me and I saw the glistening pierced ring from her tongue.

"Thanks, ma'am where's the room?" I asked impatiently.

"Not so fast." She waved at me and brought out a red leather mask and handed it over to me.

"You must wear this, that's one of the rules."

I put on the mask and waited for her next instructions. I've been following rules since getting the invitation and various strict guidelines with threatening consequences if I failed to abide by them.

She flashed a smile when she saw me putting on the mask. "I'm glad to see you're ready to do whatever we ask. But first of all, I'd like to give you a contract to sign. That's the only requirement to get you to the pleasure you seek. Whatever you entered into our data about your fantasies and what you need is personal to just you and the Dom who will bring your fantasies to fruition. Do you understand?" She took a pause.

I took a deep breath. "Yes, ma'am I understand."

"You're to carefully read the terms and conditions. You're not to tell your experiences or anything related to this club to anyone except past clients and that must be in a positive light. You're expected to abide by the rules and lastly enjoy your fantasies."

She brought out the contract paper with a pen but without reading a thing I hurriedly signed it and handed it over to her.

"Done!" The ache in between my legs was the one thinking and not my head. I couldn't wait any longer to get into that room and bask in the euphoria of pleasure.

"You're excited. I could smell your arousal in the air." She picked up the file and handed me a key to the room.

"Thanks, ma'am." I smiled sweetly at her and hurriedly marched to the room where the key number was boldly displayed.

'Room 333'

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My hands turned sweaty and my lips quivered as I walked into the darkroom. I felt like a sheep walking into a slaughter as my heartbeat thumped in my chest.

"I want to do this. I can do this." I muttered under my breath and adjusted the red mask on my face.

I've always been ecstatic and hoped to be provided the opportunity to fulfil my fantasy and today it came at the platter of gold.

A one-night stand!

Getting into 'Eros-Mania' that's what the fantasy club was called proved hectic. I had sent uncountable emails and contacted those who have been here and they have one testimony on their lips.

'It's heavenly.'

I want to taste that heaven. I want to feel, touch and experience what it feels like to live.

I stood at a spot and with the corner of my eyes scanned the darkroom. There was no iota of light and it was silent so my sense of hearing was higher and I could sense, hear even the smallest sounds.

Am I doing the right thing? What would Mom think of me when she finds out what I'm involved with? Would she be proud or repulsed?

Those thoughts permeated my brain but I pushed it to the back of my head. I've made my mind there's no going back on what I want.

Mom won't find out because there's no one to tell her so my secret is saved with me forever!

Just then the door was slightly opened and I heard eerie footsteps behind me and the door slammed shut with a loud thud that almost made me jolt in fear.

My fingers gripped my thigh in sheer terror, anticipation, and curiosity. I could feel a rosewood scent that filled my nostrils. It was that type of scent that made you hardly get out of bed with a partner because it was exciting and made you wet.

The room was extremely dark and the mask was of no use because I couldn't see anything but feel.

The cold brushed against my skin as goosebumps formed, my nipples got hard and taut as I rubbed my thighs together. I was instructed not to wear panties, bra but a flimsy short lacy gown that stopped at the lower part of my ass cracks which showed a major part of my cleavages, toned arms and wide hips.

A tall figure stood in front of me and before I could strain my eyes harder to catch a glimpse I'm shoved to the floor while his hands grabbed a fistful of my hair.

He spun me around and pressed his hard groin to my ass cheeks as I felt his hot, hard, erection.

My skin flushed with the body contact and I bucked my hips towards his groin rubbing at it shamelessly.

'Taa!'

He spanked my ass and I thought my skin split into two as it stung.

"You're prepared for me. Nice ass." He muttered and bit on my earlobe that sent electric waves through my body.

If I wasn't held by him my legs would have fallen and I would have landed on my face.

His fingers played with my gown and slowly pulled it off circling my nipples and the swell of my bosom till I'm completely free of any piece of protection.

"You like this don't you?" He asked with his sultry powerful voice that made my skin servile.

He had a dark, hard, and powerful aura. I simply nodded lost to the sensations building up in my thighs.

He grabbed my hair tightly. "Answer me!" He yelled. The sound of his voice bounced through the walls, as my heartbeat accelerated higher.

"Yes."

I could feel him smirk behind me as he traced his fingers from my earlobe down to my neck drawing circles around it at a slow pace. His other hand went to my bosom and began tugging, kneading, and caressing.

I tried to swallow my moans and kept it buried but no matter how hard I tried to keep it back in it came crashing out like an eruption.

"Ahhh!" I exclaimed burning in the furnace of pleasure as my head fell back and beaded sweat formed on my forehead. He was skilled with his hands as he knew what to touch to increase or decrease my pleasure.

"Are you ready to cum for me slut?" He gritted to my ears as he tugged painfully at one breast and twisted the other making it unbearable for me to act sane.

I wanted him not to stop. I wanted his hands all day fuck! I wanted this pleasure for life. I don't care if I die from it. It felt so good to ever think of anything else at this point.

He called me a slut and I didn't get mad at his choice of words. Instead, I found myself getting wettie, hornier, and excited in dire need of an orgasm.

"Yes!" I answered quickly, licking my lips.

He spun me around to face him. "When next I ask a question, answer yes sir! Have I made myself clear?" He ordered as his hands gripped my throat as though he wanted to choke me.

It felt sexy to me. I wanted to be choked, scratched, pulled, assaulted whichever he chooses to take me and how.

I'm a slave to my fantasies.

"Yes sir!"

He let go of me, my fingers crawled up to my neck where his grip had smeared and a naughty smile spread across my face.

He moved away from me and stepped a few distance as I heard the shuffling of clothes and my skin tingled in anticipation.

I felt his whiskey breath fan my face as he slid behind me. His tongue traced the outline of my ear down to my neck and I felt a shiver run down my spine. We were unclad skin to skin.

I was ready for the taking.

My pussy throbbed painfully wishing for an intrusion to soothe the aches. His hot tongue on my skin fueled my sexual tension and it slowly rose to a peak to the extent I wanted to cry.

'Please fuck me!'

I felt him scratch my neck with his nails and instead of feeling hurt, I felt elated, aroused, and hungered for more.

His fingers shoved into my anal and I squirmed due to the invasion but I relaxed and let him do whatsoever he wishes to. He pulls his fingers and thrusts them into my womanly folds as it grips him, my juices were flowing out of my thighs and it coated his fingers copiously.

"My slut is wet!" He smirked and grazed my lips with his thumb coated with my juices.

I parted my lips and sucked on his finger tasting myself.

"Stand!" He ordered and I stood up quickly with his fingers still buried in my mouth.

He pulled his fingers off. "You desire to be pleased and want to please in return. So what do you want for a start?"

His words rang in my head and I contemplated what should my answer be?

I'm dying to have this strange man inside of me but a thought came to mind. If I pleasure this strange man and make him see the stars he would do the same to me ten fold.

I gulped and my words came out in a whisper. "I want to please you."

"Good slut! Now please me, cocksucker!"

I licked my lips and dropped to my knees as I ran my fingers across his warm skin. I couldn't see him properly but I could feel him and his breathing gave way to his manly parts. His skin glowed even in the dimly lit room and I strained my eyes to stare at him and he was wearing a black mask.

I felt a sting on my cheek.

"What are you waiting for? Your time starts now Whore!"

My clit pulsed with his words and I nodded and ran my hands to his long, thick shaft. I pumped his cock with my fingers and licked the tip with my tongue as a lubricant while I pumped it with both hands.

"You're a worthy slut!" He exclaimed and I smiled with his compliment and increased my pace, pumping him with my fingers before I took him into my mouth and tasted his salty precum leaking from the tip.

He hissed when my tongue darted around his cock and sucked his balls, playing with it as I sucked up and down.

He yanked at my Auburn hair and I felt my scalp burn. "Suck me harder bitch!"

"Yes, Master!"

Whatever he was doing to me I requested it from the form I filled with my fantasies. I want to be hit, hurt, and fucked like a slut if I wasn't one already.

I sucked him harder, faster and paid attention to every detail as I worshipped his organ with my tongue. Tears slammed my tear ducts as I choked with his huge maleness that sank deep into my throat.

"Slut!" He groaned and cummed in my throat and flashed his jizz over my hair, face, and boobs. It took a while before he stopped spurting cum.

I was bathing in his release and it was the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed and discreetly my fingers crept into my aroused, swollen clit.

"Don't dare!" He gritted out with a hoarse tone, his hands yanking at my hair with a tight grip as he dragged me from the floor and placed me on the couch roughly like a man possessed.

I like that! It turns me the fuck on.

He cups my boobs with his left hand and slammed his palm to my womanly folds as I shrieked.

"Tell me you like that slut!" He commanded as he widened my legs and stuck a hard finger into me.

"Yes, I do," I replied with a moan.

"What type of slut are you?"

"A cheap slut made to suck cocks and serviced by cocks." I replied and felt his cold tongue on my clit eating me out. I laid my head backward on the couch as my fingers dug tightly into the leather couch. I widened my legs to give him a better view of my privates as a shiver ran down my spine when he blew some air across it.

My hands itched to touch him to hold his head while he eats me out and I felt him tense and used his teeth on my clitoris.

"Ouch!"

"Don't touch me unless I give you the permission to do so!" He growled and pinched my nipples hard as I felt a mini orgasm rung out of my body.

My eyelid closes and I saw stars floating.

"How bad do you want to be fucked?"

He spun me across the couch so I'm bent with my ass raised in the air and my face pressed against the couch while he grips my throat.

I was thinking of what to say when he smacked my ass cheeks harder this time around. I'm sure it left a mark and instead of crying I loved it.

I wanted more of his smackings and brutality.

I wanted it all!

"I want to be fucked like a whore! Fuck me! I want your cock ripping me apart! I'm a whore!" I screamed and laughed hysterically like one who has gone mad.

Of course. I'm mad in pleasure!

He slammed into my entrance without preparing me with his huge organ that tore me wider to create a passage for his beast.

He wasn't slow. He thrusts powerfully into me from behind and smacks my ass while he yanks my hair.

"I'd give you the pleasure your greedy pussy desires." He growled as he moved inside of me roughly as I whimpered and my moans were muffled by the couch I was pressed on.

He turned me around to face him and placed his tongue on my nipples, sucking and licking at them while he slammed into me so hard a shudder ran through my body and my blood turned cold.

Is he a sex god or is he gifted in the art of sex?

"Master!" A scream tore from my throat as my anticipated orgasm broke free, I squirt, twisting and shaking, crying and grabbing my hair before my body remained still as my laboured breathing slowed down.

He lifted my legs high to his shoulders and with a sharp tone. "Hold your breath."

He pushed himself into my anal and boy he was big as I felt him tearing me apart.

"Ahh!"

He slapped me hard across my lip before slowing down and allowed me to adjust to his size before slamming into me roughly as my chest and skin glistened with cum, sweat, and blood.

I could taste the strong bitter metal taste in my tongue, my lips were swollen and I smiled in astonishment.

This is the best day ever. I had a happy jump mentally.

He fucked my ass and my breasts bounced in rhythm to his hard thrust and he spills all over as his release gushes spurting cum to my boobs, nose, eyes, cheeks.

"Open up slut! Taste my cum!" He growled and my tongue was blessed with his release as the taste hit my throat.

'Taa!' He slapped my cheek and bit on my collarbone. "You're one good slut."

I bit my inner cheek and nodded as he sprang up, wore his clothes and walked out slamming the door shut with a loud thud.

My fingers crawled to my swollen clit and it was sensitive, as I roamed my nipples that still had his saliva on them. My hands moved to my ass.

It was dripping with his cum so was my vagina, my face and skin glistened with him, his cum.

"I'd kill to have this again!"

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CHAPTER THREE

Harper POV

The beating of the door had me tossing in bed lazily with my eyelids heavy with sleep.

"Harper!"

"Harper!"

The knock at the door was consistent as I slowly opened my eyes. My lips looked chapped and I'm sure I had eyebags from my lack of sleep last night.

It was Monday morning and it was a school day. Sunday I attended a weird club with my twin sister Clara.

I don't attend parties but I saw her sneaking out last night so she forced me to come along so I don't tell on her.

I stayed up in a different room and watched how people kissed, smoked, and joked while she excused me. I kept to myself Without dancing or talking to anyone till I dozed off asleep.

I felt Clara wake me up for our departure. Once we got home we sneaked into our various rooms and slept.

My eyes scanned the big bedroom that I've come to love and hate as I grew older.

It had a vase with a pink coffee table and two chairs, a vase by the side of the dresser. The walls were colored pink and by the side, I had posters of my favourite musical geniuses. You got that right Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston. They are my absolute faves.

I could listen to their music all day with my ears plugged without getting bored or slightly irritated.

I jumped out of bed wearing my flip-flops. My milky skin complimented the milky colour of my favourite pyjamas and I loved it.

"I'm coming." A yawn escaped my throat as I walked to the door and unlocked the door with the keys.

The door flung open and standing before me was Mrs. Marshall.

My head buzzed in fear seeing her standing right before me in all her glory with her hands folded.

She looked great apart from the red lipstick that had been smudged. Mrs. Marshall had her blonde hair in a perfect ponytail, her eyes had a black eyeshadow with a dramatic mascara on her long lashes sticking out.

She wore a black and white striped suit with black shoes. I didn't need to be told she was ready for work and the look on her face had turned into an angry scowl.

Lord save me!

"Good morning Mom!" I tried to cover my fear and act ecstatic smiling and showing off my nice sets of teeth.

"Why are you waking up so late?" She pushed past me and walked into my bedroom with an air of superiority and command.

Don't get me wrong. She's my Mom alright but this woman standing here wasn't acting like a mother but a dictator.

It was time to bring in my acting skills and get ready for some class act. "I was busy with my assignments. It was difficult but I pulled through." I lied smoothly.

"Hmm.." Mrs. Marshall nodded and her hands picked up my alarm clock by the bedside.

"Why didn't you set your alarm?" She added.

I almost screamed in shock! She was going to get me grounded. There were rules to always set my clock by 6:am for school. My eyes looked up at the big pink wall clock up the wall and it was 7:45 am.

My room was covered in pink exteriors. You know the reason why I said I had a love-hate relationship with my bedroom.

My tissue paper was seriously pink!

"Are you listening to me, Harper?" Mrs. Marshall flicked her hand in my face to get me back to the present away from my thoughts.

"Yes ma'am."

"Why didn't you set your alarm clock? I won't ask that again." She asked sternly.

My fingers begin to fidget. "I forgot to set my alarm. I'll never do it again, please don't get me grounded." I fell to my knees trying to buy her sympathy.

Mrs. Marshall was the dictator of the family. My father Mr. Marshall was her boy toy as he bent to whatever she said or wanted.