Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

I take a step back and look over myself in the bathroom mirror. My friends have been begging me to go out for weeks now, but I’ve become one of those women who seem to drop who they once were for a guy. So tonight, I’m going out, getting drunk, and will probably find myself back here, but at least I’m going to pretend I’m not becoming dependent on a man. The longer I’m here, the more I think I was overreacting. Maybe someone wasn’t following me. I was mad at Haidyn, and it made me think it was him.

I start throwing makeup that I have scattered across the counter back into my makeup bag when I see Haidyn enter the bathroom. He comes up behind me and sets a glass of wine on the counter next to my now full bag. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since I left today.

We’ve both been ignoring one another. I know he did something to Enrique, and he knows I’m aware of it. “Mm, thank you.” I pick up the glass and take a sip.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

He places his hands on my thighs and runs them up my freshly shaved legs. I choke on the cold wine as I put the glass down. “Oh no,” I tell him with a chuckle, pushing his hands away, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

His hand wraps around my neck from behind, yanking my head back. My breathing picks up along with my pulse as his free hand yanks the hem of my dress up to my hips, and his hand goes between my legs, cupping my pussy. “Did you just tell me no, doll face?”

I swallow against his hand at the amusement in his voice while staring at the ceiling. “I’m going out,” I say, panicking.

“Your plans have changed,” he announces in that tone that gives me no chance to argue.

“Haidyn—”

His hand tightens around my throat while the other slides into my thong. “You look gorgeous, doll face.”

I moan as a finger softly plays with my pussy. My hips move on their own, trying to get him to touch the spot I crave the most, but have no such luck.

“You really shouldn’t have gotten all fixed up for me, but I do appreciate it.”

My eyes grow heavy, and my hands fall to my sides as the room sways from the lack of air. But I make no move to stop him. It’d be a useless fight anyway. I’m learning very quickly that I like to lose when it comes to him.

He lets go of my throat, and I suck in a ragged breath. Spinning me around to face him, I almost fall off the side of my heels. He cups my freshly done-up face and waits for my eyes to focus on his before he leans forward and places his lips on mine.

I lift my arms, and they find their way around his neck. Running my hands through his dark hair, I scrape my nails across his scalp. My fingers try to grab the short strands, needing something to hold on to, but he pulls away while grabbing my wrists and pushing them down to my sides.

He reaches around me to the counter, and my eyes drop to his hands to see he’s grabbed my lipstick. Popping off the top, he lets it fall to the floor before he grips my chin and tilts my head back. I don’t stop him as he presses the tip to my right cheek and then my left. He steps back and smiles to himself. “You’ve never looked prettier.”

Butterflies fill my stomach at his words. I know how stupid it is. That I’ve allowed him to make me feel this way. I should be kicking and screaming every day at him. I should be trying to start a new life and run as far as I can. But I know it wouldn’t matter because he’d bring me back. It’d just make me wet, and I’d find myself crawling to him on my hands and knees, begging for him to fuck my life up.

He steps back into me, and I think he’s going to kiss me again, but instead, he grabs my hand. “Come on, doll face. I want to play.”

I don’t even bother to pull my dress down as I let him escort me out of the bathroom, through his bedroom, and into the living room.

Even with the floor-to-ceiling windows, it’s dark in here. It’s after nine o’clock, and no lights are on except for the TV that plays, but it’s on mute.

He brings me to a stop and turns my back to him. “Hands behind your back. Interlock your fingers,” he commands, giving my bare ass a hard smack that makes me moan. I’m confused as to why I’m still dressed even though it’s up around my hips. Why didn’t he order me to strip?

He wraps something around my upper chest, right above my breasts, and I drop my head to see it resembles a black belt. I hear it snap in place, then he tightens the rough material. He places another one below my breasts, restricting my arms behind my back even more. Another one is around my wrists, securing them in place and giving me no room to move my upper body.

“Bend over. Ass up in the air.” He grips the back of my neck and lowers my face down onto the couch while I stand in my heels with him behind me. The position makes it hard to breathe with the tight belts around my upper body.

He places more on my legs. One around my ankles, a second right below my knees, and a third around my thighs.

“Stay right where you are,” he states. Seconds later, I gasp when he pushes my thong to the side and two of his fingers enter my pussy. I can’t help but push back against them, wanting more.

He’s made me greedy. No matter what he gives me, it’s never enough.

“Look at you being a whore begging to be fucked.” He pushes a third one in, and I’m gasping at the pain and pleasure of how rough he is. Removing them, I sag and take in a calming breath. Then he’s running his fingers up and over my ass. He doesn’t let me warm up to it. In true Haidyn fashion, he pushes it into me, and I try to get away, but he grips the back of my neck, pinning the side of my face down into the couch, smearing my fresh makeup onto it.

He enters a second, and I cry out, my body trembling at the intrusion. He pulls them out before I feel something pushing its way into me, and I know by the cold and unforgiving metal that it’s a butt plug. It stretches me so wide that I cry, my heart now racing as he holds me in place, forcing me to take it.

Once it’s in, he pulls me to a sitting position and orders, “Open wide.”

I don’t even have to see him to know what’s coming. A gag. I swallow, knowing it will be my last chance until he releases me from it. Then I open my mouth as wide as I can, tilting my head back for him.

He leans over my head and slides the cold metal into my mouth, slipping it behind my top teeth first before my bottom ones. I whimper around the metal, having to open wider than I thought my mouth would. I’ve never worn one like this before.

“You’re doing great, doll face,” he praises me, and I close my eyes. He stuffs his fingers into my mouth to make sure nothing is pinching. Then he’s pushing my head down and buckling it in place. “You’re almost ready,” he informs me, and I wonder what else he could possibly do. I’ve learned that Haidyn is very creative when it comes to making my body want more.

“This is going to be a little uncomfortable, Charlotte.”

My eyes snap open at his words, but all I see is the couch since he’s still standing behind me.

“But you’re going to look so beautiful.” His hands are in front of my face once again, and I see two small silver hooks drop in front of me before he places them into my nostrils.

I try to move my head, but something sharp digs into my cheeks, stopping me.

“I have you strapped into a spider gag, doll face. It’s very restrictive with its O-ring, and four legs that cover your cheeks. If you don’t want them to dig into your beautiful face, you’ll stay still.” The hooks pull on my nose as he connects it to the harness of the gag, snapping it in place.

Drool pools in my mouth already, and I’m gasping through my open mouth, trying to calm my racing heart. The hooks don’t hurt my nose, but they aren’t the most comfortable thing. I can only imagine how humiliating I look. My nose begins to run, and my eyes instantly start to water.

HAIDYN

I sit down on the couch in front of her. “Gorgeous,” I say, running my knuckles over her neck and feeling her pulse race.

She blinks rapidly, and I pull my phone out of my pocket. Her eyes widen, and she begins to mumble around the gag when she realizes what I’m doing.

I hold it out in front of her face and snap a picture of her. Then I smile, turning it to face her. She looks at it and mumbles more unintelligible words, making me chuckle. Her wide eyes meet mine, and I smile at her.

“Told you I was going to play with you, doll face.” I look over the lipstick and the letters I wrote on her face. T is written in the red color on her right cheek and Y is written on the left. With her painted lips open wide, representing O in the middle.

“You’re my toy,” I inform her, and her eyes close as the first tears fall from her bottom lashes.

I send her the photo. She’ll get it later when I return her phone to her, and she turns it on. I start to record and then place mine on the end table next to the couch, facing her. That I’ll also send to her later. I want her to see what I see—how beautiful she is when I use her.

Leaning forward, I reach around her and pick up my water off the coffee table and take a sip. I then remove the lemon from the glass before placing it back on the coffee table.

“You’re going to kneel until I bend you over and fuck your ass,” I tell her, and her shoulders shake in the belts that I wrapped her in. “But until then, I’m going to watch you drool all over yourself.” I run my fingers that weren’t in her ass over the lemon before I stuff them into her mouth.

Her eyes spring open, and she gags as I push them to the back of her throat. Her mouth is open so wide that she has no capability of swallowing. I grab the back of her head with my free hand and push it down to stare between my open legs.

“I love it when you drool all over yourself, Charlotte. It turns me on to see how much you enjoy being my little whore.” She gags again, and I pull my fingers back just enough to run them along the roof of her mouth, then inside either cheek, pushing her tongue out of my way. She lifts her head up, and her watery eyes meet mine. They’re narrowed on me, and I like the way that her mascara has already started to run. “You’re going to look so pretty after I’m done playing with you. A pretty used-up whore.” She closes her eyes, her breathing picking up when she realizes she will spend most of her night this way.

I pick up the lemon, pull out her bottom lip with my free hand, and gently squeeze it. Enough for the juice to fill her mouth. I watch it run over her bottom lip, down her chin and onto her dress. I left her dressed because I love seeing her clothes wet. I make sure no seeds have fallen out and then let go of her lip.

She sniffs, snot already starting to run from her hooked nose.

“The lemon juice is going to make you produce more saliva than usual. And this particular gag is designed to keep your mouth wide open and make swallowing impossible.” I reach over next to me and pick up the piece of rope. I lean forward and thread it through the back of the ring on the harness and then bring each end around her head and pull on it, forcing her head down in the process. I bring it around her bent legs that she kneels on and tie it off. “This position—your head down—will also help with the excessive drooling.” My eyes drop to see a line already falling onto her legs.

“Punishment isn’t meant to be enjoyable, doll face,” I inform her, and she whimpers. Her body shakes, and she sniffs again, her nose running as much as her drool.

I sit back, spread my legs farther and turn on the sound to the TV, ignoring her. She’ll sit there, gagged and tied with a plug up her ass until I decide to fuck her pretty face before I bend her over and take her ass.