The Darker Side Of The Moon - Book 4 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 1: Crushed Future

(Tuesday 26 March 2014)

"Gary!!! Seriously..." I beg with an imploring expression, but his scowling only gets worse.

"Kneel, I said!" he barks again and I almost flinch because I know I am not doing this the right way. I mean... I know the rules and I shouldn't be talking back to him. I know there are much easier ways to get what I want! I have been in this lifestyle for almost five years now, and with Gary for long enough to know that things don't work like this with him. Gary is probably one of the strictest Doms at the club and at the same time, once you have gotten to know him and his soft spots, it is so easy to make him yield. "This is the last time I repeat it, Pet. KNEEL! NOW!"

This time, I drop to my knees, part them shoulders width, rest my hands palms down on my thighs and lower my head in submission. I am in for a good spanking, I know that, but I don't really mind. It's not like I don't like to feel his hands slapping my buttocks. I don't have a huge tolerance for pain, especially when I don't want it, but a spanking is alright. And anyway, it's not meant to bring me pleasure.

What worries me a little more is that I may have pissed him enough to reject my request, even after I have been punished and forgiven; that would be annoying. For a long moment, he remains standing in front of me, as silent as a stone and leaving me no other choice than to contemplate his shoes on the old wooden floor of my living room. I know he likes this. He likes to let the tension build with uncomfortable anticipation before a punishment, and I often wonder if he doesn't have sadistic tendencies; not physical ones, but mental ones. But I also know who he learned this from...

"Look up and recite!" he orders firmly after at least ten minutes of utter silence. He doesn't need to say more. I know where I failed and what he is expecting, and thank God, the lecture shouldn't last for very long. I raise my head until our brown eyes meet, imploring chocolate on stern cocoa. Damn! It's a long shot...

"Article three, subsection two. The Submissive agrees to bring honor and respect toward his Dominant at all times. Sulking, defiance and talking back are strictly forbidden. The Submissive is allowed to express his opinions and requests as long as this is performed respectfully," I declaim without hesitation and avoiding nonchalance.

"Did you fulfill this duty, Pet?"

"No, Master, and I sincerely apologize. I know I should have remained calm and respectful, and I'm sorry I messed up. I should have contained my eagerness. I am ready to face the consequences and to take my punishment as I should. I promise to do better next time, Master," I reply with honesty and determination.

"Good boy. Stand up," he then instructs, and once I am in the right position, head lowered, he keeps silent for another moment, adding to the tension. "In position, now."

Once again, he doesn't need to say more than this and I obediently bend over the back of the couch like I am supposed to. Since we are at my place tonight, there is obviously no playroom or accessories, but it doesn't mean the lifestyle rules don't apply and Gary will always find ways to achieve his goals on his dominance. At least, I will slip through the paddle and only endure the palm of his hand this time, although it doesn't mean I am not going to feel it dearly. As a matter of fact, Gary slowly tugs down my boxer briefs to my ankles and pulls on my hips until my butt is fully exposed.

Gary and I form a special couple.

Every couple is special in their own way, but we evolve in the BDSM lifestyle. Gary is a Dominant and I am his Submissive. This means I surrender control to him, in various ways, and he provides me with the necessary guidance to become a better man. For that matter, he has set up rules that I must follow. Should I breech, I get punished. Of course, this is all consensual, we are not in an abusive relationship. The physical punishment is used to drill a lecture into the Sub's head after he has made a mistake and to correct his behavior. I trust Gary to know what is best for me, that's what it is about.

"I'm a bit disappointed you don't seem to learn your lesson on talking back, Pet," he lectures dryly while he kneads my buttocks to warm them up. "This is the third time in less than a week. You need to grab a better control on your smart mouth because you know full well you're not going anywhere with disrespect. And since you went even further tonight, you will be spanked thirty times instead of twenty!"

It is true I didn't mince my words tonight, telling him how obtuse he can be sometimes and calling him an old blockhead, fossil and even a bastard. I don't know what got into me exactly, because I really have no reason to behave as such. For one, I have never fallen for someone as hard as I have for Gary. Besides, he recently renewed our contract, then amended it to a permanent one, and more importantly, he collared me last weekend. Moreover, he is anything but an old bastard, so I guess I really deserve this punishment. But fuck! Thirty spanks! I am definitely going to feel them!

And that, I do! The first ten blows are rather gentle, only aiming at warming me up and I brace myself for the rest. There is no way I am going to safeword or complain because I know this is the only way to gain his forgiveness and that he would never go over my limits. I almost flinch in my resolve though, toward the end of the next twenty slaps. He seems to have decided he was going to teach me a lesson for real and I should learn it by heart because, damn! It hurts! The semi hard-on I was sporting when he asked me to bend over has completely deflated now, and as I count the slaps up, the sting on my butt cheeks increases with the numbers. When I finally reach thirty, I can tell my skin is so warm that I could almost turn off the central heating despite the cold outside.

"Don't move, I'll be right back," he says sternly enough.

I try to withhold the tears which have pooled in my eyes; not so much from the pain of the punishment – though there's a lot of that too – but mostly from the shame and embarrassment. Like any other Submissive who has an unlimited faith in his Dominant, I hate disappointing my Master, and at the end of the day, this feeling hurts more than the physical sanction. However, while he applies a fair dose of soothing lotion on my backside, I manage to relax at the thought that once I have apologized again, I should be forgiven. "Come here for a hug now, Baby," he says softly once he has pulled up my briefs.

"I'm so sorry, Master. I won't do it again..." I promise as I lean into his strong chest and let him embrace me within his safe arms. Gosh, I could stay like this forever and revel into his reassuring scent. Not that I ever felt threatened, but there is such strength emanating from Gary, he is like my sanctuary.

"You took your punishment very well, Pet. I'm proud of you and you're forgiven now."

With my eyes closed, I exhale a discreet sigh of relief at the comforting words, but I mostly bask at the sound of his soft tone. His appeasing voice never misses to alleviate whatever anxiety or worries I may have and my body entirely relaxes in his hold. This is the Gary effect on me. No other Dominant ever did that to me in the past. No other man ever affected me more than when he cups my face and kisses me with utmost affection, sensuality and dominance like he does now.

"Go and wait for me in bed now; I'll finish cleaning up here," he then whispers as he breaks our kiss.

"I can hel..." I try to say, but his scowl prevents me from finishing my sentence.

"Obey," he commands me firmly.

I know better than to seek more problems, so I pull away from him and scurry to the bathroom, leaving him to finish clearing up our dinner while I proceed with my evening routine. I suddenly feel extremely horny. It might have to do with the first part of the evening that we spent at the Black Diamond, a BDSM club we are members of. We only stayed there for barely an hour to watch the first show because Gary had promised this Dom he would attend the guy's first public performance, but sadly, he didn't rent a playroom and we went back home right after to have a late dinner.

Between the mental teasing of watching a super-hot scene and my eagerness to please my Dominant, my lust is clearly awake. I terribly need to feel him inside of me now; to stretch me with his beautiful cock. So I even prep myself with an enema, hoping I am back into his good books. I am under the shower spray and about to shave when he joins me, circling his arms around my waist and taking the razor from my hand. "Forget about that for tonight," he whispers in my ear. "I want to make love to you..."

I turn around to face him and smile at his sincere expression. Our D/S relationship has always prevailed on a more regular one and the way we have sex clearly reflects this, but I must admit a bit more of tenderness once in a while is actually quite pleasant; especially with Gary. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press myself against him, feeling his erection against my lower abdomen while mine pokes his thigh, and let him take possession of my mouth. We make out for a good five minutes under the showerhead, tongues swirling while my hands run all over his chest and his fingers prepare my butthole. When he leans back up, he leaves me breathless and needy for more, but I don't protest and obey as he asks me to get out and wait for him in bed.

Once I have wiped myself dry, I hastily go back to my bedroom and roll the comforter down, before I throw myself on the bed. I can't help wincing and a little whimper, being reminded of my earlier punishment as my bottom hits the mattress. Oh crap! That stings! I immediately flip on my stomach and take deep breaths of air until the pain calms down. Ugh so much for some vanilla sex in a missionary position! This is not going to happen tonight unless Gary confirms some sadistic tendencies and forces me to rub my ass against the bed sheets.

"Mmm... Someone has a cute bright red backside..." he teases as he sidles up against me and starts showering my back with kisses.

"Ugh it hurts..." I grumble, making him chuckle above me.

"That's kind of the purpose of a punishment, you know?" he scoffs as he shifts to kneel between my legs and rests his fresh hands on my buttocks, making me hiss in pleasure.

"Don't count on me to lay on my back, though..." I mutter.

"Don't worry, I can definitely make love to you from behind, Baby..." he purrs before he gently parts my butt cheeks and dives his tongue inside my hole.

I gasp and tense in surprise but quickly get to savor the sensations provoked by the rimming. Gary is so good at this and he knows how much I love it so, although he already prepared me a few minutes ago, he still continues to stretch me with his wet muscle and my back door quickly loosens thanks to his skills. After only a few minutes, I am already a moaning mess and my cock is dripping with precum. I then feel his lips trail a path of kisses and nibbling from my hole, up the crack of my ass, and along my spine until he reaches the nape of my neck.

"Let's keep a bit of tightness to this hole..." he whispers in my ear while he hovers above me and strokes the head of his shaft between my much-salivated cheeks.

"Ugh please, Gary..." I beg him, trying to bulk my hips backwards to push him in.

"Is that what you want, Baby?" he purrs as the head now probes my entrance. I only moan in answer and he finally slips in, pausing for a minute once the mushroom has passed the ring of muscles. He takes this opportunity to lean down on his elbows, covering my back with his body and dropping soft kisses on my shoulders. "Relax, Baby..."

I try my best to ignore the slight sting of the penetration, but I can't help wincing at the warm sensation on my buttocks when he fully settles in and his hips get to rub against my heated skin. Of course, he notices, so after a few more thrusts, he pulls us back in order for us to both kneel, me in front of him, and although his hands firmly grip my waist, he lets me take the lead in the pace. Now that I am in control of our moves, deciding on the pressure I want to use each time I impale myself on his rod, all the pain I felt previously fades away and soon turns into pleasure.

I even press my back against his chest, allowing him to tease my erected nipples. Each time he twists them between his index fingers and his thumbs, it sends jolts of pleasure down to my groin and I don't even try to refrain the fire building up down there. I know all too well I have permission to come whenever I want to when I am not restrained or in a real scene. So, after a while, I shift a bit in order to tilt my head to the right so that we can kiss.

His right hand grabs my jaw while the left one goes to wrap around my cock. His hold on me doesn't really allow me to move anymore so I let him take control again and as his tongue claims my mouth and his hips rock back and forth, I feel my orgasm build up even faster until I finally explode. The tightening of my asshole around his shaft is his undoing and he slams back in one last time to release his load deep inside of me before he pulls out and lets us slump forward on the mattress, completely spent. Completely spent, but he still takes the time to clean me up with a warm washcloth and to apply more soothing lotion on my butt before he pulls me in for a cuddle.

"How's your bum doing?" Gary asks after a little while.

"Hmm... which part of my bum are you referring to exactly?" I ask in a smug tone.

"All of them..."

"My hole is pleasantly sore and it's okay. Then my buttocks sting a bit but I'm sure they'll be fine tomorrow... and if they don't, I'll be glad that I work standing or kneeling and that I don't have to sit at a desk all day long!" I chuckle.

"That's right... Maybe I should think about another kind of punishment in the future..." he replies thoughtfully. He still hasn't switched off the light; however, my head is resting on his chest so I can't see his expression, but I wouldn't be surprised about his seriousness.

"Don't bother... It's still painful..." I argue pleadingly.

"Yes, sure... You should feel compassion for your friend who does sit at a desk all day long!" he scolds me playfully, hinting at my best Sub friend Liam and thus to the subject of our argument earlier.

"Ugh, no need! Master Joshua is not as hard as you are..." I huff.

"You think so? Are you sure about that?"

"Positive! Master Joshua has a lot of flaws but he's not as strict as you are!" I scoff again, and he remains silent for a while. To be fair, this is not entirely true. I would say both Dominants are pretty equivalent in terms of strictness. Master Joshua might even be a bit harder.

"Am I too strict, Jeremy?" he then asks with concern, causing me to lift my head up and dive into his intense eyes. Damn! That man is so handsome and such a generous soul that I could die for him!

"No, you're not. Well, yes, you are sometimes but... I wouldn't have agreed to a permanent contract with you if I couldn't deal with it... or I would have asked you to change some of the terms..." I stutter shyly, wondering if I should bring up the subject of our earlier discord again.

"I'll think about it," he just says after a long minute of deep staring. "About Sunday," he clarifies when he sees my eyebrows furrow and I give him the most genuine smile I am capable of before I lean back down to hug him.

"Thank you, Master! I promise I'll take care of all the cooking and everything!" I whisper.

"I didn't say it was okay, Pet. I said I'll think about it!" he warns me as he switches the bedside lamp off.

"I know..." I reply, still smiling because I am pretty hopeful he is going to yield.

Gary had planned a visit to one of his Great Britain childhood friends who lives two hours away from Chicago on Sunday, a guy I met twice already and who is boring as hell because Sir is from the upper classes – like Gary – and can only talk about business, stock options and heavy profits. However, unlike Gary, he has a very low tolerance on lower people and the guy cannot understand what his friend is doing with a boy like me – poor bricklayer that I am who doesn't give a shit about the stock market! I don't think Gary appreciates him a lot either, but as he says, he is a family childhood friend and out of respect for his own family, he wants to keep in touch with the guy; at least a minimum.

The problem is that I had other plans for the weekend! About a month and a half ago, Joshua and Liam invited us for dinner on a Friday evening and I have wanted to return the favor for a couple of weeks now, but there are always things to do. Sunday at noon seemed good to me. I just can't wait for a nice lunch and a whole afternoon with my friend, in a different environment than the club. Gary and Joshua get along very well so it should be fun. Certainly more fun than spending the day with the other moron, his wife and kids! I just hope Gary will accept. After all, we can postpone his plans to another weekend. Or never.

With that in mind, I slowly drift to sleep, allowing my body and mind to relax in Gary's safe arms. I have never felt so good with anyone before him. There have been other men of course, but with Gary, it has always been different. Even when we had our first contract about three years ago. He was actually the first Dom I got a long contract with.

One year later, when he told me that he was moving to Asia and wasn't able to renew our contract back then, I really had a hard time. My feelings were growing for the perfect Dominant and as much as I tried to replace him with someone else, I never stopped thinking about him. Even when I was with Master Siegfried for almost two years. Or maybe was it because after Gary left, I learned to clock my feelings, not willing to suffer anymore?

In any case, when Gary came back from Asia four months ago and offered me a new contract, I naturally accepted with eagerness. My emotions were a bit dampened by my previous experience and the fear of seeing him leave again, but since then, he has proved me time and time again that he is staying in the US for good and I have managed to slowly let go of my emotional restraints. I don't know where this relationship is going to take us, but I sincerely wish the road will be long or even endless.

"I love you, Jer..."

My brain is so dizzy by now that I can't be sure I heard this low whisper or if my mind it up. Whatever it was, it allows me to fall into a deep and dreamless slumber.

* * *

"Jer!!! Hurry up, I've got to go now! My taxi will be here in a couple of minutes!" Gary calls from the living room while I am finishing to get ready in the bathroom.

"Coming!!!" I shout back, lacing my last shoe before I hurry out and join him by the entrance door.

No way I am letting him leave without a proper kiss goodbye, even if we are seeing each other tonight!

I throw myself at him and wrap my arms around his neck while he pulls me up into his arms, allowing me to encircle his waist with my legs. My lips mold against his and I immediately open them to grant access to his tongue, allowing him to dominate my mouth like he dominates my entire self, body and mind. The kiss quickly turns to making out with high fervor as he pins my back against the door and starts rocking his hips, rubbing his erection against my swelling crotch. Damn!! We're such horn dogs and I swear we would have gone at it if it wasn't for the honk that suddenly echoes from outside.

"Gotta go now..." he whispers against my lips.

"You could stay a bit more... You said you're working from home today..."

"Yeah, but I need to attend a conference call, so I really have to go... Still okay to stay at my place tonight?"

"Hmm... I guess so... That's if you give me some good news about Sunday..." I try, using the cute puppy face.

"You're impossible..." he sighs. "I'll see what I can do... Now hurry up or you'll be late at work!" he scolds me as he puts me back down on my feet. "And don't you dare touching yourself..."

"You know I won't..." I reply, almost rolling my eyes.

"You'd better! Or you'll end up in a chastity cage until the end of the week, and that would be a shame considering what I have planned on Friday night... Something extremely intense..." he warns me huskily with a deep lustful glint in his eyes. Oh Gosh!! Is it going to happen at last? Is this what I think it is?

"I will, Master!" I reply cheerfully before he leans back down to give me another passionate kiss. I run my fingers through his hair and caress his stubbled cheeks. Fuck! I wish we could stay home for the whole day and alternate cuddles and sex for the next twenty-four hours; or more. However, the taxi driver uses his honk again and after a quick peck on my lips, Gary leaves, reminding me to hurry up.

Almost a quarter to six! Damn! Yes, I had better hurry up indeed! I gather a few clothes in a bag for tomorrow, lock the apartment and hastily walk toward where I meet my boss and two other colleagues, happy to find myself right on time to jump in the truck that is going to take us to our current worksite, which happens to be in Naperville. This town just outside on the west of Chicago is one of the wealthiest suburbs of the city; and this is also where Gary lives. The good point is I won't have to deal with the one-hour drive tonight and tomorrow morning since this is close by Gary's place.

I have never been a brains kind of guy. It doesn't mean I am stupid, right? Gary actually often says I am rather smart and that I should even start my own business in the future. The truth is that I am just not interested in staying locked in an office all day long, sitting at a desk; I need to move and use my fingers; not on a keyboard obviously. The world needs all sorts of workers and I am one of those who work with their hands, and according to Peter, my boss, I am pretty good at what I am doing now, but he has taught me well.

What I love in this company is that I have the opportunity to do so many different things and don't have to stop at masonry; the boss slowly teaches me plumbing, electric installation, tiling and so on. I still have a lot to learn in most of the domains, but I like it and I am lucky I found such a great and patient man who inculcates me all he knows. Another important point is that he trusts me enough not to be on my back all the time, which is quite pleasant. This is our third week working on the big extension of this house in Naperville, each of us focusing on our tasks. I am putting the second coat of primer on the walls while the three of them are working on the outside surface of the construction for once the weather is mild. It is almost eleven when I get a text from Gary.

Gary - Have you been a good boy?

Jeremy - As always, Master...

Gary - I think I just choked on my coffee, reading this! Anyway... The brunch with Terrence is now postponed. We can see Joshua and Liam on Sunday. I am so happy about the news that I clumsily step into the tray of thick paint that spills on the floor. Damn!! What a klutz I am sometimes! I still take the time to reply to Gary first.

Jeremy - Thank you, Master!

Gary - You'd better be good! Remember I actually have another surprise for you on Friday. So behave! Okay, so this is it. This can only be it! Last weekend, he said the threesome was all set and that it would happen soon. I only pray that Master Aaron will be the third party!

Jeremy - I'll be a good boy, Master.

Jeremy - Have you called Master Joshua already? I dare ask a few minutes later.

Gary - Not yet, Pet. I will do so either tonight or tomorrow.

I am a bit disappointed by the answer to say the least, but if I push him further, it will only go against me. I just hope our friends don't have any plans coming up on Sunday in the meantime, but I am mostly upset because I would have liked to speak about it with Liam already. However, I don't have enough time to dwell on this or even send a last thankful text to Gary as my boss suddenly walks in and scowls at the mess I am cleaning up at the same time. Mistakes can happen, so he just shakes his head and proceeds to check on my work.

"You've done a great job, Jeremy," Peter praises me. "Just do not hesitate to insist a bit more where there are darker stains or where the wall bears more flaws."

"Alright! Will do!" I reply cheerfully.

"We're going to have a long lunch outside today with the guys. Are you joining us?" he then offers. I would have normally accepted right away because I always enjoy the time I spend with them, but an idea suddenly forms in my head. Gary lives close by and I could surprise him with a quick visit! I could make it pass as another thank you – with a quick blow job for instance – and encourage him to call Joshua as soon as possible.

"Hmm... No thanks... If you don't mind, I'm gonna use this opportunity to run a few errands...?" I ask shyly.

"Sure! Just do as you please, Boy. You can take two hours today!" the man kindly says. Wow! Two hours!! This is more than I need!

"Thanks Peter!"

I return to my tasks and apply myself to provide the best job I am capable of until noon. I hastily go to the sink to clean myself up a bit and leave the worksite in the opposite direction of Peter and the other guys. As I head North on the long and straight avenue, bordered by fields and woods across from the pavement, I suddenly remember Gary's whispered words last night as I was drifting to sleep. Did I make them up? Or did he really say he loves me? I am pretty certain he did say it and damn! It scares me a bit.

I guess I should have replied something, but my mind was already too befuddled to think coherently, but now that I am wide awake and capable of lucid reflection, I wonder what I am feeling deep down. Gary is exactly the kind of man I have always dreamed of. Despite his occasional flaws, he pretty much represents perfection to me and I know for sure I never felt anything like this before. Everything about him reassures me and makes me feel good. So what? Does this mean I am in love? I think so...

I think I'm in love.

No! I don't think I'm in love. I know I'm in love. I know it for certain; as surely as I need air to breathe.

How old do you have to be to fall in love anyway? Is there even an age to experience that frightening feeling that we call love? Or can it happen whether you are 13 or 18 or 35 or 52? I personally don't know because this is not something I have been used to in the past and it sometimes scares me. It scares me shitless and at the same time, it gives me wings. Large wings to fly high in the sky! Like nothing else matters anymore...

Far from flying right now, I am rather walking on the pavement, completely oblivious to what may happen around me and determined to go and see Him; the one man who saved me from troubles; the one man who took care of me, put me on the right rails and who taught me what it feels to be cared for and loved; the one man who has become my everything after only a few months; the one I rely upon for every decision I need to make; the one that you could call my Dominant; the man I simply love. I just need to see him now; not tonight, just now. I need to tell him how much I love him, face to face.

The brief noise of screeching tires barely pulls me out of my reverie, and before I realize what is going on, side-doors slide open and the next second, I am brutally pulled inside a sort of van before the door is shut close again. A dark fabric is wrapped around my head, blinding me while another piece of cloth is shoved inside my mouth, its taste disgusting. I try to struggle but several pairs of powerful hands are holding me down so firmly, gripping my arms and legs; all too soon, my ankles, knees and wrists are tightly tied with rope or whatever it is.

"Sure that's him?" someone grunts.

"Positive!"

I scream at the top of my lungs, but only low muffled sounds break out of my throat and through the gag. Oh My God... What is going on? Am I being abducted? But why me? I don't have any money! My family never had any money! And if that's my man they are after, they should know he is no filthy rich business man!! If only I could tell them that their plan is pointless because they won't get anything from me?

"Shut up!" someone growls with a weird accent, and I get a huge kick in my stomach, making me curl up in pain.

The van has obviously restarted and even if I keep writhing on the floor, I can tell that the vehicle is driving at a rather slow speed. I don't know how long the ride lasts but by the moment it pulls to a stop, I am pretty sure that my entire right side is bruised. I am pulled out of the van and hauled on somebody's shoulder, quite unceremoniously at that, before that person starts walking. I don't have a fucking clue where I am and can only hear the silence except for the footsteps on gravel.

I try to swing my body from the man's hard shoulder, desperately hoping to fall. That would be stupid and would only result in more pain I guess, without mentioning that it wouldn't get me anywhere with my bound legs and arms, but I still give it a few tries as we now seem to progress across rooms with tiled floors. We apparently go down some staircase and I am finally dropped on the floor but before I have time for any kind of attempt, more hands pull me to my feet and keep me upright. My wrists are suddenly freed and I wish I could take this opportunity to take a chance at escaping but these hands holding my arms are so strong that I can barely move an inch before more rope is tightly wound around each of them, separately this time. Within a few seconds, I find myself with my arms stretched upward. As much as I try to pull on my restraints, I still can't move.

The same thing happens with my legs; my shoes and socks being kicked off and my feet unable to close due to a cold bar, and in another situation, I might have gotten aroused by such roughness, but I doubt this is a trick of the man I am in love with, here; and panic hits me hard when I hear the sound of scissors cutting through some fabric. I immediately understand that this is my tee-shirt being cut at the front, and then over my shoulders and along the sleeves, leaving me bare chest. Someone fumbles with my belt and soon the same happens with my jeans. No! This can't be happening! My boxer briefs don't resist either to the blades and here I am, stark naked and tied up.

For a long moment, I am being cleaned and rinsed with buckets of cold water and entirely shaved despite my almost hairless body. Those hands only leave me alone when my manhood is secured in what I guess to be a cock cage and the cloth gag replaced by something that keeps my mouth open and that is tied at the back of my head. My assaulters haven't spoken a word at all throughout the whole deal, but I still heard some chuckles and whispers. The rope stretching my arms gets slightly loosened as someone kicks at the back of my knees, forcing me to kneel on the cold floor and the rope is stretched again.

And then, there is only silence. A deafening silence.

With the damn bar between my ankles, I cannot stand up and I don't know how long I am left in that position, but my muscles get painful after what seems to be hours. The metal gag in my mouth prevents me from withholding my saliva and I can feel it drool at the corners of my lips and down my chin.

"Beautiful..." someone suddenly whispers in a very low tone, and my heart starts thumping in my chest again.

The man walks in, his shoes clicking on the floor. I actually think someone else is in there too. For endless minutes, he slowly paces around me, occasionally touching this or that part of my body until I sense him stop in front of me. A zipper is being pulled down and before I have time to say weez, something hard and warm and wet is shoved inside my gaping mouth, making me want to throw up.

"Welcome to your new life, Kitten!" a voice that vaguely rings a bell in my head says while some hands press at the back of my head, pushing me further around the disgusting thing and until it reaches the back of my throat.

And right then, I understand that my life is about to become hell.

I don't want this... I don't want to be here. I want my man. I want his strong arms. I want his comfort. As tears spill from my eyes, wetting the blindfold that blocks my sight, one question pops in my head: will I ever see him again?

Will I ever see Gary again?

"Yeah, that's it... Take it deep... So good..." the familiar voice keeps repeating endlessly.

Please God let me hear Gary's voice now! It has to be one of his tricks! It has to be a repeat of that intense scene we played once a few years ago; the one that matched both our fantasies and served to celebrate the renewal of our contract back then; the one that first scared me to death and that was probably the most intense scene I ever experienced. However, as much as I saw Gary discuss with this man once or twice at the club, I doubt he would have chosen him to play with us.

This is all fucked up!

Published on 1 November 2017

Hello Readers!

Here you go with the first chapter of The Darker Side Of The Moon! Hope you are ready to embark on a new ride with the Black Moon series :)

You may have recognized the prologue of Twisted Moon this time, but now you know it's in Jeremy's POV and you have the entire context. So, if you remember well, we are in March 2014, about in the middle of I Would Give Him The Moon (chapters 43 and 44). Liam has been with Joshua for about five months now and become a good friend of Jeremy's.

This book will be very different from the others like I already explained, in the sense that it's built differently. Most of the time, you won't get the day after day unfolding over a few months like in the previous books since this one covers 8 years. That would have been an endless book! Instead, a lot of chapters focus on a particular event and give some background to it. This is also the case for all the flashback chapters.

Hope you're not too confused for now, but you'll understand things better (mostly about that threesome) once we have come full circle in the flashbacks and reached the present. In the next chapter, you will discover the intense scene Jeremy mentions in the last paragraph. This is the only flashback that will be out of chronological order since it is set in 2011, but it had to be here after this one. You will get what I mean when you read it ;)

This is it for this week... See you next Wednesday for a new chapter! And before you read it, I recommend that you read (or reread) the one-shot called A Training Going Out Of Control in the book of one-shots since it is related to this next scene.

And happy birthday to KellyRose94 and werewolfzayn 😘😘