****** Dancing with the Devil by Razi ******
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Dancing with the Devil


For Malc...sometimes knowing you is like dancing with the devil...Mmmm
temptation.

Please do not post elsewhere with permission from the author.

This story contains: Role Play, Suggested D/s, violence

Chapter 1: Dinner with Daddy

The crispness of the morning air brought freshness to Dahlia. A rebirth of
sorts, where the sins of yesterday were forgiven and the way paved for this to
be her very first day of forever. All she had to do was choose the forever she
wanted.

She decided to take her coffee on the terrace and sat in solitude wearing only
her T-shirt allowing renewal of spirit as the breeze still drenched in dew
kissed the tenderness of her flesh.

As the maid brought her breakfast, Dahlia stared out at the grounds, the night
before they were a buzz with guests in full costume, all of whom came in search
of their own version of ecstasy.

The maid placed a small fruit salad in front of her and filled her now empty
cup. She looked at the bowl then looked up at the servant waiting to be
dismissed, "And what of Malcolm?"

Dahlia was famous for half sentences, but the staff at the house had grown
accustomed to her habit.

"Gone for the day Miss."

"Then why do you bring me prunes instead of pancakes?" She thought that she had
made it clear that when Malcolm was away the staff was to clear the day's menu
with her.

"Mr. Malcolm cleared the menu this morning Miss."

"And this should mean what to me?"

"Miss?"

"Oh never mind. Take this away, I have lost my appetite."

Dahlia finished her coffee quickly and returned to the comfort of her bed to
try to sleep off the memories of the night before. It was not very often that
Malcolm allowed her to drink, and she was feeling quite ill and now understood
his reasons.
A few hours later, the ringing of the phone awakened Dahlia. She pulled the
receiver to her ear and moaned into the speaker.
"Up and at 'em sunshine. Remember our plans today?"

"Oh Malc do I have to?"

Malcolm shared his reasons for her having to and told her that everything was
already laid out and waiting. All she need do is drag her butt out of bed and
dress for the day. She knew better than to argue and hauled herself up while
still on the phone. After assuring Malcolm that she was up and that she would
not be late, she headed to the shower.
Once finished in the shower she headed to her dressing room. There on a hook
hung the poorest excuse for a dress she had ever seen. On another was some very
pretty white lace panties. On the dressing table lay a crisp white pair of
ankle socks and a pair of schoolgirl style patent leather shoes.

"How perfectly Pollyanna," she said to herself in the mirror. She knew the
drill; the costume was a hint to her. Malc fully expected that she be in full
character when they met later at the designated spot.

She took her time getting dressed. She wanted everything to be just right and
in place. She put her make up on very lightly. She looked at herself in the
mirror and set off on her way. As Dahlia found her role, she found herself
skipping down the front stairs and into the waiting car.

She didn't need to give the driver instructions; Malc had taken care of
everything. When the car arrived at the mall, Dahlia jumped out of the car and
started on her way. The driver called her back and handed her a nap sack. She
slung it over one shoulder as she headed into the mall.

She wandered around a bit, casually window shopping and stopped by a snack shop
and bought a few treats and stuffed them into her bag. She proceeded to the
meeting point and sat on the marble bench in front of the fountain at the
center of the mall.

Dahlia looked around at the people passing. Some walked by without a second
glance in her direction, but more than one earned a slap from their partners
for allowing their eyes to linger on her for too long.

She knew that Malc was there somewhere watching her to make sure she was
staying in her role. She decided to take a look in the bag the driver had
handed to her. Inside she found schoolbooks, he had to be kidding. She pulled
one out and turned to a page marked by one of those sticky notes. The note had
her homework assignment written on it, so she decided to do some homework until
Malc arrived.

She unwrapped one of the candies she had purchased and popped it into her mouth
and returned to her homework. It wasn't long before she finished the assignment
and put her books back into her bag. As she was zipping it shut she noticed a
very familiar pair of shoes on the floor in front of her. She looked up to see
Malc standing in front of her, "Hello baby how was your day?"

"Hi Daddy. Pretty good actually, I think I aced my science homework. Things
good at work today?"

"Fine, just fine. You hungry? I was thinking that it would be nice for me to
take my favorite daughter out to dinner."

"I'm your only daughter, and yes Daddy, I'm starved."

Malc took his little girl into his arms and kissed her on the forehead. He
picked up her nap sack and escorted her to the car. He opened the trunk and
tossed in the bag, then went to the passenger side and opened the door. Dahlia
sat down carefully so that her white panties rested against the cold leather
seat. She sat with her legs slightly agape so that her skirt would rise up her
thigh just enough to tease, but not enough to expose. Her daddy took his seat
behind the wheel after carefully strapping her in and catching a glimpse of the
white against the seat.
The conversation in the car on the way to the restaurant was kept light and
both Malcolm and Dahlia played their roles flawlessly. They arrived at the
restaurant and once seated at their table Malc reached into his pocket and
handed a small butt plug to Dahlia. She looked at the item in her hand and then
looked at her daddy, "Aww do I have to?" she asked him in her most child like
voice while batting doe-like eyes and a pouty bottom lip at him.

She saw a familiar flicker of annoyance come across his face and a slight flash
of rage in his eyes. "Go!" was all he said to her. She stood to leave the table
and head for the restroom, as she passed Malc he reached out and grabbed her
arm and spun her on her heels to face him, "Do not question me again Dahlia.
Your father knows what is best for you and I will not tolerate insolence of any
kind from you young lady. Is that quite clear?"

All eyes in the restaurant were on them now and Dahlia could feel each pair
burning into her flesh as she whispered, "Yes Sir." Daring not to look into his
eyes.

Once inside the rest room Dahlia cursed him. How dare he embarrass her like
that? She didn't mind playing Malc's silly games within the four walls she now
called home, hell she didn't even mind when he asked her to dress up and
pretend to be someone she wasn't, but now he had gone too far. She paused her
racing thoughts long enough to look down at the plug in her hand and decided
that this was going to be the day where Mr. Malcolm learned his lesson. She
placed the plug into her pocket and left the rest room to rejoin her daddy at
their table. As she took her seat Malc smiled at his triumph. Dahlia smiled
back at him because at least for the moment the triumph was hers, or so she
thought.

"Comfortable sweetie?" Malc asked still smiling.

"Yes, perfectly comfortable daddy." Dahlia wasn't looking at him.

"You are sure that everything is fine and in place?"

"Yes why wouldn't it be?" Damn, her voice was starting to shake. She scorned
herself within her thoughts, she had better get it together fast or he was
going to see right through her.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe because you did not do as I asked you to." Malc was
starting to change his tone.

"Yes I did daddy. I did so."

"Really, then you won't mind me checking then?"

"Why do you need to check Mal.. Um I mean daddy? Don't you trust me anymore?"

"I never did Dahl. Now come over here and stand in front of me." Malc waited,
but Dahlia did not move, she knew if she did he would know and if she didn't he
would know as well. "Now Dahlia! I am in no mood to play silly games with you.
I said come here and stand in front of me."

People in the restaurant were tried looking as if they hadn't noticed what was
going on, but Dahlia knew that most of the patrons in their general area were
watching to see what she would do. She figured she might as well let him check,
because as it was she would be made sorry for causing him the embarrassment of
having to ask her to do something more than once and also the embarrassment of
having to raise his voice to her. Slowly Dahlia slid out of her chair and stood
in front of Malcolm. He did not do what she thought he was going to do and
merely stuffed his hand into the pocket of her dress and pulled out what she
thought was a well hidden plug. He held the thing up in plain sight and Dahlia
looked at the floor trying to avoid looking at the object and trying to avoid
eye contact with Malc.

Malc reached out and started caressing Dahlia's leg through the skirt of the
dress. He seemed very clam and a sigh of relief passed Dahlia's lips. Malc
picked up on her fear and tried to comfort her a bit.

"Oh it's all right baby, daddy understands that sometimes it's hard for a
little girl to do such a big job all by herself," His tone was changing to
sarcasm and his hand was now caressing her bare leg under her skirt. "But you
know that if you needed my help, all you had to do was ask me and I would have
assisted you sweetie."

Malc's hand now had hiked her skirt high enough that everyone could see her
virginal white panties, peeking out from under it. He began to run his thumb
along the waistband and in one fell swoop, pulled them down and they rested
about Dahlia's knees. Dahlia gasped as he did so, he had never done anything
like this to her before, no matter how insolent she had become with him. Now
she was standing in front of her daddy panties around her knees and afraid to
move.

Malc shifted his chair out from the table and pulled Dahlia down across his
lap. With one hand he parted her ass cheeks and shoved the plug into her ass
with the other. Once it was in place, he slapped her ass soundly five times and
set her back up. Her skirt was still resting at the small of her back, leaving
her bare ass exposed for all to see. She reached to lower her skirt, but Malc
told her she could not. She reached down to pull up her panties, but Malc
slapped her hand away. "Take your seat Dahlia. You will eat dinner as you are
and if in that time you can behave I might let you cover yourself before you
leave."

Dahlia waddled to her chair with her panties finding their way to her ankles as
she did. Malc instructed her to kick them off and leave them under the table in
plain sight. She cursed him a hundred times inside of her head and cursed the
restaurant owner for not at least furnishing tablecloth's in his establishment.
Dahlia crossed her legs in an attempt to hide herself from view, but the second
she did Malc ordered her legs opened so that patrons that wished a view of her
exposed naked pussy could see it.

As soon as all was quiet at the table a waiter approached them, not able to
take his eyes off of Dahlia's open legs. He stood in awe for a minute before
asking if they were ready to order. Malc of course ordered lobster, Dahlia knew
he would, he always ordered the best of everything when they dined out. Then
the waiter asked Dahlia what she wanted and as she began to speak, Malc
interjected and ordered for her. "My daughter will have the penne, no bread and
a glass of water this evening." He folded the menu closed and passed it back to
the waiter. Fifteen minutes later the food arrived and Malc began to eat his
dinner, while slowly sipping his wine. Dahlia picked up her fork and spooned a
mouthful of the pasta into it.

"Did you have my permission to eat Dahlia?" he answered the question for her,
"No you did not. Put that fork down. You will now eat your dinner without it
and before you even ask, no you may not use your hands."

Dahlia stared at him in disbelief. What did he expect her to do? She swallowed
hard and then spoke, "Malc this isn't funny at all, I want to leave."

"Then leave. I'm not stopping you."

"Seriously Malc, I want to go home."

"Then go home Dahlia. Am I forcing you to stay here with me?"

"Will you call the driver please?"

"No."

"What? Why not?" Dahlia was getting upset and frustrated.

"You want to leave this table and embarrass me yet again. If you leave this
table, you are to find your own way home. The driver is in my employ and not
yours. He does what I ask, when I ask him to. If you want to go home, find your
own way. I have given him the night off, so it looks like you either stay here
and eat your dinner as I wish or you walk home."

"Fine then, I'll walk." Dahlia rose from the table and started for the door.

"Take the clothes off first Dahlia."

"Excuse me?" Dahlia was now sounding annoyed as she turned back to face him.

"I own the clothes and if you are leaving, I want them back. I have no way of
knowing where you are headed so I want my belongings back before you go. Now
take off the clothes."

"No! I will not! Malc this is not funny at all!"

"I did not say it was, you are the one who decided she did not want to enjoy a
nice dinner with me. For all I know you are going to go running back to Aiden
and tell him what a horrible person I have been to you and I want my belongings
back before you go."

"I will not give you these clothes back Malc."

"Then sit down, be quiet and eat your dinner in the manner I have requested or
I will rip them from your back and send you on your way. I do not need this
from you Dahlia, nor do I want it. Do you understand me?"

Dahlia sat in the chair across the table from Malc. She was in a no-win
situation. She did not want to be there exposed from the waist down, but she
knew better than to push him. He was true to his word and had she attempted to
leave with his belongings she would be doing so naked and in order to get home
she would have to pass through the part of town where drug dealers, pimps and
prostitutes lingered under every street lamp.

"Good now eat your dinner Dahlia. Since you have ruined my plans for this
evening you will remain as Dahlia and I will remain as Malc. You would think
that a man could get a little gratitude for taking care of you. I know that we
came together under unusual circumstances, but have I not always been good to
you and treated you well?"

"Yes Malc, but tonight. Well I was not ready for this."

"Ready for what? Ready to do as I asked? Why not? You have never had a problem
doing it before."

"Not ready to do it in public I guess. With so many strangers."

Dahlia knew it wouldn't wash. Malc had her perform in front of strangers many
times at the house and this was really no different, but something about it
made her feel small, insignificant and dirty. Dahlia looked down at the plate
of food in front of her, bent her head down to it in shame and ate from it like
an animal. She peered up just in time to catch Malc allowing that familiar evil
grin to creep across his face.


Chapter Two: Aiden

Aiden. What could be said about Aiden? Aiden the gambler? Aiden the idiot?
Aiden the selfish? Aiden the immoral? All of the above, but still; Dahlia cared
about him. In fact if she were honest with herself she would admit that she
loved him. How could she not? They were born of the same mother, but their
fathers, now that was a different story all together. Aiden was the result of a
spoiled seed. He thought primarily of himself and only thought of others if
somehow he would benefit from doing so. He was a chip off the old block all
right, and just like his father, ran away the very second his own child was
born, and it was Dahlia who made him take responsibility and to be a man. To
tell the truth, he didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl for about six
months and when Dahlia found out she had a niece, she could only pray that he
wouldn't sell her to the first band of gypsies he ran into travelling through
town.

Aiden had done but one good thing in his life, creating his daughter.
Introducing Dahlia to Malc had come about as the result of Aiden's gambling
habit. Once again he had gotten himself in over his head and once again he was
looking for a way to stay in the game. He had run out of money, jewelry and
anything else he could pass off as valuable. It just so happened that on that
particular night there was a stranger in the game, someone that Aiden didn't
know, but quickly considered him a friend when he offered Aiden a deal.

"Well friend if you can tell me of one thing you have to put up as collateral
against this hand, I might just be convinced enough to let you stay in the
game?"

Aiden's heart quickened, he begged himself to think. He had no money left and
had lost everything else the week before, but he was bitten badly and the bug
was under his skin. At first he thought of his daughter, Lyric but the second
he opened his mouth the word Dahlia escaped.

The stranger raised an eyebrow when he asked him just what a Dahlia was and
laughed when Aiden gave him the answer.

"And just what makes you think that this Dahlia will agree to my terms?"

Aiden hadn't thought of that. Dahlia would be furious with him and of course
refuse to go. There had to be a way to make it work? Then it hit him, Lyric! If
he told Dahlia that he had foolishly bet his daughter in the game, but the guy
agreed to accept an alternate, then she would surely go in Lyric's place. Aiden
somehow managed to convince the stranger that Dahlia would accept and the game
went on. The one thing one could say about Aiden is that he was nothing if not
confident and was sure that he would win.

The game dragged on for forty-five minutes. The stranger sitting across from
Aiden was looking too confident. His eyes sparkled and he was smiling. 'Damn!'
Aiden thought, ' this guy is gonna win.'

The pressure was building and Aiden began to sweat, in a heartbeat it was over.
Aiden folded his hand and looked at the floor in defeat. The stranger laid his
cards on the table. A pair of fours! Aiden had lost his sister to a pair of
fours! The stranger rose from the table and walked over to Aiden, "I trust that
you are a man of your word and that I can expect to claim my prize in the
morning?"

"Yeah, okay...whatever you want." Aiden was struggling to breathe. One stupid
mistake after another and now the worst was yet to come. He had to tell Dahlia
what he had done.


Chapter 3: Introductions

"You stupid mother-fucker Aiden! How could you? Lyric is just a little girl!
She doesn't deserve to be carted off to a stranger. Damn it Aiden, you call him
right now and tell him the deal is off! I don't care what you have to do or
what you have to sell, I don't even care if the guy cuts your balls off Aiden,
this will not happen! You will not give that baby to anybody, do you hear me?"

Yep, Aiden was right Dahlia was furious. She was angrier than he had ever seen
her before. He just had to remember to keep his cool and continue on with his
plan. He picked up the phone and pretended to call the guy from the game. "Yeah
can I speak to..." Aiden went through the whole false conversation. He was
actually a very good actor and convinced Dahlia. He played the regretful daddy
to the hilt, tears and all. When he hung up the phone Dahlia was all over him
again. "What did he say?"

"Well he agreed not to take Lyric from me."

"Thank God!"

"But.."

"What but? Don't tell me there is a but Aiden."

"But he wants something in her place."

"What does he want Aiden? Aiden tell me what he wants!"

"He wants someone to replace her Dahl. What am I gonna do?"

"I don't know Aiden, but you had better think of something fast."

Aiden did his best to convince Dahlia to go in Lyric's place, but she refused.
She told him that he would have to find himself another sucker. She threw
insult after insult at him, and surprisingly he swallowed everyone. Dahlia
headed for the door and Aiden asked her where she was going.

"Unlike you, you insensitive fuck, I happen to know what time Lyric's bus
arrives and I plan on meeting her at the bus stop just to make sure there are
no big bad wolves out there to steal her away!" Dahlia slammed the door on her
way out.

On her walk to the bus stop every unfamiliar face became a suspect as the anger
built up inside of her. She let out a loud 'fuck' as she approached the stop,
but managed to compose herself and hide her fear the second the school bus came
around the corner.
Lyric greeted her with a smile and on the walk home reminded Dahlia that she
was now old enough to walk herself home. Dahlia readily agreed with her and
used the excuse of 'girl talk' to cover the reason why she was there. They
talked about classes and of course talked about boys. As they entered the house
Lyric called out to her father and got no response.

"Was daddy here before Auntie Dahl?"

"Yeah he was, but you know your dad, here one second, gone the next." Lyric
giggled and agreed with her aunt. Dahlia wondered where Aiden had run off to
this time. She asked Lyric what she wanted for dinner as she entered the
kitchen and found a note on the fridge. She read the note, cursed out loud and
then picked up the phone. Dahlia was now doing something that she swore she
would never do; she was calling Lyric's mother. She made arrangements to drop
Lyric off for an extended stay and then set off to pack the child's things.
Lyric fussed and cried all the way to her mother's house, but Dahlia told her
that she would not be there for long. When she pulled into the drive she begged
Lyric to be a good girl, kissed her on the cheek and said her good-byes.

She returned to the house to pack her things. She knew that Aiden was in
trouble, but she had no intention of getting her brother out of the mess he had
made. She went into her bedroom to throw a few things in a bag to make a quick
escape, but he was there sitting on her bed.

"So you are Dahlia. Aiden did not lie, you are an attractive specimen."

"Who the hell are you and where is my brother?"

" Oh I see that Aiden did not give you all of the details. I am Malcolm. Aiden
is at my home awaiting your arrival Dahlia. He remains unharmed for now, but I
am not a very patient man, let's go."

Dahlia refused and Malc pulled his cell phone from his pocket and pressed a
button. He told the person on the other end that Aiden's deal was about to fall
through and to prepare to obtain payment another way.

"Don't you hurt him!" Dahlia flew towards Malc with her fist flying. This
seemed to amuse Malc as he grabbed her arm in mid swing and twisted it causing
her to fall to the floor. He explained his lack of patience to her once more
and told her that she had two choices. One was to get up off of the floor and
accompany him and the other was to remain where she was and forget that her
brother ever existed. Malc assured Dahlia that if payment had to be taken out
of Aiden's backside that she would not recognize him nor would she want to lay
eyes on the grotesque excuse for a man that would be left of him. Dahlia rose
from the floor and grabbed her bag. Malc told her to leave her belongings
behind. She dropped the bag on the bed and took it as a sign that this was to
be only a temporary situation. Malc escorted her by the arm to his awaiting car
and placed her inside of it. He entered through the same door as she just as
the driver was ready to close it, Malc looked up at him and said, "Burn it."

As the car drove away Dahlia looked through the rear window to see her home a
mass of flame.


Chapter 4: The Price of Freedom

It was not long before the car pulled up in front of an Iron Gate. The driver
pushed a button and the doors of the gate flew open. The car proceeded down a
long drive and came to a halt in front of a massive home. It was spectacular in
Dahlia's eyes. She had never seen anything so big in her life and she now
wanted to know what was inside. She expected to see all things done in
splendor, but in fact the inside of the house was furnished rather modestly.

Malc turned to her and welcomed her to her new home and she couldn't help but
be a bit curious of what the rest of the home looked like. She had nearly
forgotten the reason why she was there, but forced herself to ask the question.
"Where is my brother?"

"Don't worry so much, he's fine." Malc passed her question off as if she had
just asked for the morning paper.

"I want to know where Aiden is now." She had a tone in he voice that Malc did
not like.

"I give the orders here Dahlia and you, my pet follow them. Try asking again
and we will see if you deserve an answer."

Dahlia spoke again, "I want to know where my brother is now." Adding a very
sarcastic, "Please." To the end of it. Malc told her that in the future she was
to remove the attitude from her voice when speaking to him or that he would
refuse to answer her. He instructed her to follow him and proceeded to the back
of the house. There was a large black door with an old-fashioned iron lock
hanging from it. Malc waited in front of the door as a maid came running to
open it for him. She heaved the heavy door open and Dahlia followed him through
it.
The stairway down was dimly lit and the walls were made of stone. Dahlia
couldn't help but shiver as the scenes from every bad horror movie she had ever
watched flashed through her mind. When they reached the bottom of the stairs
there stood another door, much the same as the one they had entered in but
without the large iron lock. Malc knocked on the door twice and it swung open.
A rather large specimen of a man stood just inside the doorframe and he nodded
every so slightly to Malc as they entered yet another room. Malc was standing
in front of Dahlia, blocking her view until her heard the door firmly close
behind them and as he stepped out of the way to allow Dahlia sight, she gasped
at what she saw.

It was a dungeon! More horrific than any she had ever seen in a movie. There
were shackles and chains everywhere and each was polished silver and spotless.
So spotless that the light was caught in each causing each to reflect another.
Everything within her wanted to turn tail and run and every ounce of energy she
had seemed to now be focused on keeping her standing upright and suppressing
the scream that she could feel bellowing up from her gut. She stood in awe and
fear looking around and as she looked around she had found what she had come
for.

"Aiden!" she screamed as she ran across the room to her brother. "What has he
done to you?"

"Hey sis, I'm okay, just thought I'd hang around a bit while I waited for you
to show." Aiden always did try to provide the comic relief.

Dahlia turned to Malc, "Let him down! You can't do this! This is wrong, let him
down!"

Once again Malcolm amused by Dahlia's panic responded ever so calmly, "So is
losing your sister in a bet, but that didn't stop him now did it?"

"Let him down please!" her tone was certainly different now, less attitude,
more pleading, Malc liked that.

"Not until we come to some agreement."

"What agreement. I'm here aren't I?" attitude was back. Malc was beginning to
frown.

"Yes you are and I give you credit for that, but we must agree to how long you
will be staying here Dahlia."

"I'm not staying for more than the time it takes to get him down and get out of
here."
Dahlia started to pull on the chains that attached her brother to the wall.

"It is a nice effort you are making Dahlia, but it is no use, they will not
come down, bigger than you have tried."

"Fuck-You! Let Him Down!"

That did it, Malc angrily walked over to where Aiden was hanging and looked
Dahlia right in the eye. There was something about his eyes that Dahlia feared,
something cold, something angry, something missing. "I will make you a deal
dear Dahlia. I will let your brother down if you agree to take his place."

"No! Let him down and then we will discuss things."

Just as the word no had escaped her lips, Malc's fist made contact with Aiden's
stomach. Aiden gasped, the wind knocked out of him; Malc made his offer again.
"Take his place Dahlia."

"No." another punch, this time to the ribs. Aiden cried out in pain. "Stop it!
You're sick!"

This time, a slap to Aiden's face.

"Take his place."

"No." Blow after blow hit Dahlia's brother. Blood was running from his nose and
mouth and he was now barely conscious. After every strike Malc would repeat his
offer and every time Dahlia would refuse which resulted in more abuse and more
pain for the brother she had come to rescue. One final blow to Aiden's stomach
was about all that Dahlia could stand and the desperation returned to her
voice. "Please, don't do this you are going to kill him! Can't you see how much
pain you are causing him? Please stop!"

"Only you can end this Dahlia. I gave you a choice and you have to make a
decision. Take his place and the pain stops, I promise."

Dahlia was just about to answer no yet again, but as she opened he mouth she
heard Aiden whisper, "Dahl..Lyric..Please.."

Dahlia fell to her knees and cried into her hands. How could she give in to
this? How could she forgive her brother for this betrayal? How could she stay
with a man who had no regard for human life? How could she end this so that
some good would come? She thought of Lyric, she heard her innocent questions
over and over in her mind. 'Auntie how come daddy left me? Auntie doesn't daddy
love me? When will my daddy come home? Look at the picture I drew for my daddy!
I love my daddy so much!' She wiped the tears from her face and in one last
effort she begged for Malc to let Aiden go, "Please let him down. Please he has
a child, don't do this."

"Take his place Dahlia and he is free to go. I will make sure he is reunited
with his daughter and the two will live happily ever after, but you have to
take his place."

"Okay, you win. I will take his place, just please let him down." Dahlia was
still on her knees looking up at Malc. He smiled and patted her on the head.

"Smart girl." He took the ring of keys from the dungeon guard and unlocked the
shackles that were around Aiden's feet. He instructed the guard to bring a
wheelchair as he released Aiden's arms. Aiden fell forward in a slump, but the
guard managed to catch him and place him in the chair. Dahlia tried to rush to
her brother's side, but Malc grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the wall. "A
deal is a deal."

"Please can't I even say goodbye to him?"

"A deal is a deal." Dahlia felt the cold metal cuff around her wrist and closed
her eyes as she heard the lock click.

Once all four cuffs were in place, Malc stood back to admire her. Aiden was
gone and Dahlia did not know if she would ever see him again. Malc said nothing
to her as he turned to leave, but heard him tell the guard to leave her in
darkness and silence and that she needed time to think. No more than a minute
later darkness filled the room, the door closed and Dahlia was left with
nothing but her tears.


Chapter 5: After Dinner

Malc and Dahlia finished their meal and afterward Malc asked the waiter for a
warm face cloth and then he wiped the mess of Dahlia's face scolding her for
being such a messy eater at the same time.

When he was ready to leave the restaurant he made Dahlia retrieve the panties
from under the table and offer them to the waiter as a gift. He made her stand
in front of him with her skirt still about her waist while he waited for the
waiter to return his credit card and then made her walk through the mall and to
the car in the same fashion.

Never before had Dahlia felt so humiliated, never before had she cared about
the eyes staring at her, but then again, never before had Malcolm created such
a public display and never before had he made her the main focal point.

The car ride home was a silent one aside from the sound of hand meeting flesh
whenever Dahlia tried to lower her skirt over her thighs. Each time she would
try Malc would push open her legs and a hard slap would follow to her inner
thighs. She knew that resisting him was a futile effort, but her own stubborn
streak forced her to try. Her thighs were quite blush and on fire by the time
they pulled into the drive. She put her hand on the door handle as the car came
to its rest and as she pulled on it she realized that Malc had locked them.

"Going somewhere Dahlia?"

"I want to go inside and get out of this outfit."

"Not quite yet. I want to talk to you."

"Why Malc? Have you not said all that there is to say to me? I understand you
very well. I mean no more to you than your house or this car. I am a possession
to you, won in a poker game and completely expendable."

" That is not true and you know it Dahlia. If you were such, then you would
have been cast off quite some time ago. If you were such, then why would I have
put up with all of your childish behavior and temper tantrums? If you were
such, why would I be supporting your brother and his child?"

"You bastard! You are supporting my brother and his child, because you nearly
killed him. My temper tantrums? And what would you call what just happened
today at dinner Malc, frustration?"

"Is your pussy wet Dahlia?"

"WHAT?"

"Is your pussy wet? My cock is hard and I want nothing more at this moment than
to hear you scream." Malc reached over and grabbed Dahlia by her hair drew her
to him and kissed her deeply and passionately. She couldn't help but
reciprocate and as she did Malc's hand found it's way to her pussy, and just as
he suspected she was wet.
"You see Dahlia," he said as he held his pussy soaked fingers in her face, "I
know you all too well. You can't help but want me. You can't help but be turned
on by what it is I do to you. Tell me that you want this to stop and I will
stop. Tell me that you do not want me to fuck you and I won't. Tell me that you
want to leave and you are free to go. What do you want Dahlia?"

Dahlia could not look him in the eye. She knew that he was right. She knew that
despite the loathing, despite the anger, despite the stubbornness, she wanted
him. He was like a drug to her. One little taste was never enough, she wanted
more, craved more and he was the only thing that could satisfy the crave. "I
want you to fuck me Malc."

"What was that sweetie? Speak up I can't hear you."

"I said, I want you to fuck me."

"Why? Why do you want me to fuck you Dahlia?"

"You know why Malcolm."

"Didn't hear you. Why was it that you wanted me to fuck you?"

"Because I love you damn it! I love you!"

"Oh I see. You love me, and since I think of you as nothing more than a
possession maybe I should just let you stew a bit hmm? Maybe I should just
leave you be and never touch you again, maybe I should make you pack your
things and return you to Aiden myself or maybe I should marry your sad little
ass and make sure that you realize that I love you too Dahlia."

Dahlia opened her eyes in amazement and looked deep into Malc's, "What did you
just say?"

"I said maybe I need to..."

"I heard you, but I never thought you would say it. I never thought that you
wanted to..."

"What marry you? Well I was going to ask you at dinner but you kind of ruined
everything and I did not want to wait until tomorrow." Malc reached into his
pocket and pulled out a ring box, when he opened it there was the most
beautifully cut marquis diamond that Dahlia had ever seen. Had it been from
anyone else she would have questioned it's authenticity, but she did know that
Malcolm demanded the best of everything and from everyone.

She could not help but allow her smile to beam and she wrapped her arms about
his neck and cried into his shoulder. Malc pushed himself over into the
passenger seat of the car and Dahlia straddled his lap as she placed kisses
into his neck. Malc freed his cock from his pants and in one swift motion
entered Dahlia. The two seemed in perfect rhythm. Each time Malc thrust up,
Dahlia thrust down grinding her cunt against him. The timing could not have
been better as the two grew nearer their climax and as Malc felt the first
clench of Dahlia's cunt around his cock and he knew that his own orgasm would
be soon to follow.

His tongue gently teased at Dahlia's nipples as her moans turned into squeals
and her gentle grinding turned into a full-fledged pound against him. As his
cock began to explode inside of her, Malc bit down hard on one of Dahlia's
nipples causing her squeals to turn to screams as his cum flowed into her. Malc
didn't fully understand why, but there was something about the sound of her
pain that intensified his pleasure. Dahlia never complained she enjoyed it just
as much.

When it was over Malc placed the ring on Dahlia's finger and escorted her into
the house. She wanted to call her brother and tell him the news, but Malcolm
had a different idea.

Just before Dahlia drifted off to sleep she thought to herself, "Is this a
marriage mad in heaven or have I just agreed to dance with the devil for the
rest of my life?"


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