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Love Shadows: Part 1

Darkside Seduction Series

By Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago 12 min read
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"My name is Lena Samuels and I'm not dead, but I should be." Lena's statement left her new therapy group silent. She never wanted to come to this ridiculous place full of false hope. Her doctor had vehemently expressed his concern over her avoiding counseling and never failed to remind her just how important it was for other people to hear how lucky she was to have gotten out of an abusive relationship. Why he didn’t understand boasting about having to kill her husband out of self-defense wasn’t glorious, she wasn’t sure.

But if being lucky meant she couldn't get close to a man without having to control her flinching, or not being able to have her son close to her due to the fact that all she could see was his father's fury in his eyes, waiting to take what was left of her, then yeah, she was as lucky as any woman would be in her position.

Being constantly afraid and being judged for showing it, was just as harrowing as being in love with someone who didn't know how to love you back.

"Hello, Lena," her fellow group mates greeted her simultaneously, and when the silence enveloped them once again, she struggled to find the words to continue. Not because she didn't have anything to say. But because her mind was somewhere else, with someone else, and her body was frequently reminding her of the meeting she had scheduled after her therapy session.

"Is there anyone who would like to ask Lena a question?" their group leader, Liam Reid, the recently divorced father of three announced to the rest of the bored participants. Lena surveyed her audience from her position at the podium and froze in place when a single hand surfaced from the crowd before her.

"Ah, Mr. Cavalier, please stand up so Ms. Samuels can see you," Liam suggested, and while Lena thought of a quick excuse to get out of this session early, it seemed Mr. Cavalier had other plans for her. And seeing as though she was a single and thirty year old mother who hadn't let a man touch her since her ex-husband, her libido had died right along with him. Intimacy was a frightening concept to her now. Not everyone who took the time to notice what made her heart beat had the best intentions and she'd learned that lesson the hard way, long before she met her ex-husband Emmett Samuels.

Lena was the epitome of a broken shell now, despite the facade she displayed on a daily basis. She knew rediscovering what made her legs quiver again was a good start to regaining her control. At least that's what she kept whispering to herself at night when she hesitated at bringing her vibrator out of her closet.

"How do you cope with the fear?" Mr. Cavalier inquired and while she hated being asked that question, the answer was always the same.

"I have an eight year old son. And he's the reason why I'm here tonight," she answered and while the rest of the group clapped for her, Ethan Cavalier, her current pain in the behind, held his hand up for another question.

"Do you still love him?" he resumed bluntly, while the rest of the crowd turned to him in shock. If anyone else has been an innocent bystander watching the group confess their deepest darkest secrets and fears, you'd pick Ethan Cavalier out as a fraud. The man was at least six-feet-tall, with a dark caramel complexion and dimples to top it all off, he had no business being at a domestic violence meeting. Yet here he was, attempting at taking her out of her character when he was obviously faking his.

"Of course not," Lena stated, even though her heart skipped a beat at the lie she just spit out without hesitation. It wasn't something she was proud of. And the thought of still having some sort of connection to the man who had shattered every part of her being, still made her toss and turn at night. Ethan seemed to have read her mind somehow, or possibly the shame on her face she tried to disguise with constant contempt, and sat back down onto his chair, relaxing into it as if he hadn't just brought up something painful. He reminded her of Emmett, and how he always knew the right thing to say to make her question just about everything.

She knew then she needed to keep her distance from Ethan Cavalier. If she took anything out of this meeting, it was that.

The hour long domestic violence meeting at the Staple Hill Chapel flew by and Lena had arrived to her appointment just in time. Spring time in St. Cloud Minnesota was definitely a charming sight for the locals. Lena always preferred the calming effect autumn held instead. But having moved to this small town as of late last year, she could appreciate the quirks hiding behind the shops on Main Street and the scenery that framed the small town life as she headed into the quiet countryside.

She arrived at her destination no later than her scheduled time, and as she observed the tall columns holding up the wraparound balconies surrounding the large nude white Victorian home and the sounds flowing out into the country air from the opened windows, she felt the fear shake her bones once again.

"I can't do this," she murmured as she started down the gravel driveway and headed towards her new car. She'd gotten a Christmas bonus from her boss Dante Jones, and she'd used that money to buy herself a reliable vehicle that could help her see her son at her mother's house at least once a week. It was nine o'clock on a Friday night, and here she was running away from a modern-day brothel while she should've been driving to see her son for the weekend.

"Leaving so early?" the familiar sultry voice came from Sylvia Masters, the owner of the discrete establishment. She looked just like her name exuded, with dazzling sex appeal and an alarming amount of power and control. Lena only wished she held the same confidence she used to have before love had blinded her and caused enough damage to last for a lifetime.

Sylvia held no reservations in her dark gaze, no restraints keeping her thoughts and words hostage. Lena felt the urge to ask her how she had obtained her self-assuring essence but she barely knew the woman. Their only conversation had been over the phone.

"I'm not sure this is for me. I'm sorry I've wasted your time," Lena apologized. Sylvia only smirked in response and shrugged her words right off her exposed shoulders. She was wearing a red silk red dress and expensive stilettos to match. Lena was sure one less customer wouldn't hurt her business.

"Before you make the mistake of not experiencing what we have to offer you, I'd like you to take a look at what you'll be missing out on," she claimed as she made her way towards Lena, hooking over arm over hers and dragged her back towards the Victorian home.

The air was filled with different potent aromatherapy scents as Sylvia took her through a tour of the place. Each dimly lit room she'd taken her to had caught her curiosity. From the rooms that held the kinkiest of fetishes to the chains and whips dungeon in the basement floor of the home, Lena felt herself being swallowed up by the alluring sexual acts taking place around her. But she'd only signed up for one. And Sylvia had purposely left the best room for last.

The entire top floor of the structure was reserved for clients who wished to become a dominant or dominatrix. Lena lost her control the moment she met Emmett and she needed to get it back. Her desperation had never been so pertinent until now, being in a room where all her grievances could finally end.

"I'll stay. What do I do next?"

Lena had chosen a decent outfit for tonight's occasion. A free choice of wardrobe that came with the package she had purchased online when she came across Sylvia's website. The pleated skirt and school girl blouse had stood out to her while she was browsing her options on her computer. It brought her back to a time where being a sinner was the only thing that gave her joy. Saint Josephine's Catholic School for Girls had been the start of her downward spiral and she figured what better way to help her through this process than to tap into the most deviant version of herself.

A knock on the door startled her and her body had become a ticking time bomb of nerves. She took a breath, and took one last glance at herself in the mirror in the corner of the room and headed towards the door. Sylvia appeared in front of her, with an appreciative nod towards her outfit and a smile.

"I trust you remember the rules I expressed to you over the phone," Sylvia mentioned and Lena nodded, recalling the five statements she'd repeated to herself in the last twenty minutes. Number one had stuck out to her the most; no emotional attachments allowed, or you will be penalized.

"When you mentioned no emotional attachments allowed, what exactly are we talking about here?"

"Emotions and feelings only complicate these scenarios. Love has no business being involved with assuming control. It can get out of hand and we wouldn't want anyone's safety being compromised now, would we?" Sylvia explained and Lena couldn't help but nod. She'd experienced that first hand when the husband she had adored more than life itself had forced her to put him six-feet underground.

"Also, remember tonight is only your first lesson. If you feel any kind of discomfort or if you choose to switch your teacher, there is a button on the headboard you can press. An associate of mine will come in and handle the situation," she continued and while her nerves were still dancing about inside of her, excitement quickly stepped in as soon as Sylvia closed the door and left Lena in the room alone.

It looked like a typical cheesy hotel room you would find in Las Vegas, with clean royal blue silk sheets and a mirror covering the ceiling above her. She pictured watching herself eventually on that bed, making her partner do whatever she ordered him to do and momentarily lost herself within the tempting fantasy.

"Are you ready?" the voice came from behind her and Lena turned to the dark figure emerging from a secret passageway hidden behind the book shelf. She requested her teacher wear a mask that wouldn't allow her to see anything but the eyes and while she was starting to question her decision, she still felt her body respond to the female approaching her. Her soft voice had given her away but Lena felt at ease in her presence.

"Do we exchange names? I have no idea how this works" Lena admitted nervously. Her instructor chuckled and took her hand. Judging from the simple dark jeans that covered her thick thighs and wide hips and black tank top that accentuated her perky breasts, Lena could tell she felt comfortable here. She only hoped she'd feel the same soon enough.

"Okay, Lena. I'm going to need you to lay on that bed and touch yourself for me," her instructor ordered and while Lena quirked her eyebrow at the assignment, she didn't question it. She simply climbed up on the silky sheets and placed herself in the middle of the bed, closing her eyes as she dipped her fingers underneath her skirt and drove them straight into her moist flesh.

"Take the time to know your own body, get acquainted with what turns you on and what doesn't. Obtain your release only when your body begs for it," the woman advised, while Lena tried to relax and focus on her own body. She'd come from petite and curvy women in her family. Unfortunately, her curves had taken a larger turn when she had her son Tony, and never quite went back to their original state, despite the martial arts classes she’d taken shortly after the funeral. She thought she had accepted her voluptuous body when Emmett did nothing but worship the plush skin on her stomach and thighs right before he fucked her. But she felt uneasy in her own skin, as her free hand began to caress the rest of her body.

"Clear your head, Lena. I know you're a fighter at heart, but I'm going to need you not to fight yourself tonight."

Lena took in her instructor’s words and exhaled deeply, focusing on the fingertips inside of her and how amazing they felt flicking and rubbing against her aching clit. Her gasps took over the silence in the room seconds later, and that was when she decided to open her eyes and look at herself in the mirror above her. It increased her impatience ten-fold, making her part her legs further so she could see herself and the soaking wet fingers rubbing at her sensitive nub. The climax pulsated at her core first, then progressed to the rest of her body as she pressed onto her clit and palmed her wet mound.

"Can I do that again?" Lena asked as she caught her breath, and her teacher cleared her throat and licked her lips before she answered.

"Yes. Keep doing that until you're comfortable with your own skin," her voice cracked slightly and it made Lena cock her head to the side, and her gaze slip down onto the hardened nipples straining against the fabric of her tank top.

"Are you attracted to me?" Lena questioned her teacher, waiting for the lie that was about to slip through her teeth. She'd studied anatomy when she attended nursing school and the physiological response humans had when attraction was involved was quite explicit. Men had abrupt erections, being the visual creatures they were, while women grew wet and their nipples hardened as their sensual thoughts began to take over.

"You're an attractive woman. Anyone would appreciate your beauty."

The compliment should've been enough to satisfy Lena's curiosity, but the truth was there was so much she'd missed out on while being married. Emmett had been unfaithful to her many times, enjoying the adrenaline rush thrill seekers experienced during the act while she was busy getting her PhD in Forensics and raising a rumbustious little boy.

Like she'd told the other members of her group earlier, she wasn't dead. But it was going take a hell of a lot more lessons to teach her to live again.

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Sharlene Alba

Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry

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