by He||ion
 
 
 

The key ring rattles in her palm as she sorts thru
each one, finally locating the house key.  With a sigh
of tired relief she slips it into the lock, pushing at
the door with one shoulder.  She steps inside the
warmth of her home, feeling the tension of a long day
slowly drip from her shoulders like hot, liquid steel.
Delicate fingers unfurl, the black leather bag she
carries slipping to the floor to land with a soft thud
on thickly piled, hunter green carpet.

A soft moan parts moist lips as her head rolls on the
graceful column of her neck, working at the kinks
coiling in each muscle. Silent as a cat, she moves
thru each room, swaying ever so slightly as gloss
black heels sink into the carpet.  One hand reaches
up, dragging the stethoscope from where it rests upon
shoulders.  Draping it over the couch, she moves on
towards the kitchen, heels now clicking a staccato
beat on the black marble tile.

As she opens the door to the refrigerator, a sound
from above is heard.  Snapping her head up, focusing
intently, she waits to hear it again, a tremble moving
over honeyed flesh.  Shoulders shrug as moments pass
with no echoing sounds.  Removing a crystal bottle of
water her weary steps take her to the smooth oak
cabinets, the free hand tugging it open to retrieve a
finely etched glass.

Laying the carafe and glass on the counter, she eases
a wicked blade from the holder, wrist flicking to send
it sliding thru a fresh lemon.  Her small hand twists
the fruit, sending juice and pulp into the bottom of
the glass. Filling the glass with cold water she
carries it and the carafe back to the refrigerator.
Dropping a few cubes of ice in she takes a sip,
relishing the cold, tart liquid flowing over her
tongue.

Leaving the kitchen with only a soft light to leave a
glow, she moves thru the house, flicking on small
amber globes, wondering how at thirty years of age,
she can still be afraid of the dark.  Gripping the oak
banister, she moves up the curved staircase, drink in
hand.  One small foot comes out to nudge the bedroom
door open, as she wonders silently why it was almost
shut.  Laying her paranoia at a long days feet, she
slips into the chamber, one finger feathering over the
wall, to flick at the switch, casting a soft golden
light thru out.

Slowly, her amber gaze moves about the room, taking in
the gleaming armoire, massive four poster bed, the
slightly open door leading to the Master bath.  For
the first time since getting home, a radiant smile
lights her bold features, transforming them into
something close to lovely, as her eyes stop on one
wall made entirely of glass. Stars so bright they
appear to be a breath away twinkle beyond the panes.

Setting the glass on a cherry wood vanity, she steps
out of the leather pumps. Toes wiggle into the thick
burgundy carpet, as fingers flick at each onyx button
holding the black blazer closed over lush breasts.
Knowing that music will soothe her, she turns to the
stereo, fingers pressing against buttons, as the soft
whir of cd's moving sounds softly in the chamber. The
smooth, dulcet tones of Fleetwood Mac throb as
shoulders shrug, the blazer gliding down lightly
bronzed skin to land in a heap on the floor.

Gaze fixated on the sapphire night outside the glass,
she slowly unzips the back of the severely tailored,
black skirt, hips shimmying as it slips down, settling
near the discarded blazer.  She smiles ferally,
knowing the crimson and black silk of her panties,
bra, and garters are a stark contrast to the primness
of the skirt and blazer she just removed. A lone
thought "what they don’t know" teases at the edge of
her awareness, as she settles upon the cushion of the
vanity chair.

She removes the soft band holding the long, bronze
coloured curls in braided captivity.  As she sifts her
fingers thru the strands, they start to flow in wild
abundance down her shoulders and back.  Once more
trembles goose bump her flesh, some inner sense
whispering that she is being watched. Turning to look
over her shoulder, gaze burning into the shadows,
catching and holding on the bathroom and closet doors,
she waits for the tremors to ease.

Forcefully she pushes the sudden terror aside as she
bends at the waist to unhook the black, silk hose from
each garter.  Nimble fingers roll the hose down over
smooth thighs, calves and the delicate curve of ankle.
 As she stands, fingers curve up to unclasp the tiny
clips nestled between deep cleavage, freeing the
weight of her breasts. Crimson satin straps fall down
to hang haphazardly on her arms, until they fall,
resting by her sides, the sheer fabric floating to the
floor.  Her fingers ease into the silk of  French-cut
panties, skimming them over flared hips, sweetly
rounded bottom, until the scrap of fabric pools on the
floor like a smudge of blood.  Only a thin gold chain
wraps itself around her ankle now, a lone sharks tooth
dangling against skin.
 

A stretch of feline grace arches her back, thrusting
breasts forward, ripples of relaxation coursing thru
each muscle.  Deciding to enjoy the solitude of the
warm night, she moves to the glass wall, fingers
finding the small gold handles by memory. Easing the
heavy weight apart, she slips, waif-like, thru the
narrow opening to stand on the oak deck.  Gusts of
tropical ocean breeze flow thru her hair, sending the
curls whipping about her face.  Lifting her fingers to
tangle in the unruly mass, tugging it away from her
face, she stands silent, still as stone, listening to
the thundering crash of waves far below.

Upturned, coral pink, nipples tighten in the breeze,
giving them the appearance of begging for a kiss, a
nibble.  Her feet are planted in a stubborn stance,
tawni eyes glowing in the darkness of a jeweled night,
making her look like a Pirate princess, in control of
all she considers hers.

Thoughts flow randomly, recalling the hectic day
within the Trauma Unit she calls a second home. For
the millionth time, she asks herself if practicing
medicine is worth it, but already, she knows the
answer her heart will give.  It was never a choice
only a need to serve that guided her.

The sharp click of boots hitting wood is heard, her
head whipping towards the ominous sound.  Too late,
she realizes she is not alone in the darkness as the
shape of a man materializes in the deep shadows of the
deck.  Her breath sucks in, caught in the narrow
column of her throat.  Her hands come up, fingers
clawing at the tightness there, sheer terror robbing
her ability to breathe.  Clarity slams into her mind
with stunning force as thoughts congeal.. the sound
she heard above, the bedroom door being almost closed,
the sense of being watched.  "Oh Lord" whispers
between her lips, and for the first time since she
bought the home she loves, she damns the wall of glass
giving Him access to every moment since she arrived
within the chamber.

She feels as if an eternity has passed in the space of
moments.  The only movement on the deck is her small
ribcage as it heaves, trying to catch a breath of air.
 His head tilts, body langorous in its repose, hazel
eyes slowly roving up and down the flesh bared to his
gaze.   He knows what she does not, that this has been
carefully planned, that he's been watching her, for
quite some time.  Everything about her is familiar to
him, from the scent she wears, every curve of her
body, her work schedule, hobbies, even what books she
reads and music she listens to are burned into his
brain.  A set of keys to her house and car, are hooked
onto a ring within his pocket.

Knowing she has never seen him consciously, that all
these facts are unknown to her, he revels in the
animal caught in headlights look within her eyes.  One
firm legs stretches out, the soft black leather of his
pants molding it like a lovers caress, the small
movement shocking her out of an almost trance-like
state.  Pivoting on one bare foot, both legs taut as
they hit their stride, she runs thru the glass doors
small opening, across the room towards the open
chamber door.

Suddenly she slams forward, careening towards the
floor as his hard body crashes into hers from behind.
One corded arm clenches around her waist, the other
lifting to curl a large hand around her head,
protecting it from the heavy wood at the base of the
vanity.  Graceful as a panther he curls their bodies
together, into a ball, tumbling across the floor.
Howls of her rage bounce off the walls as they come to
rest, his hard body pressing hers into the floor.
Lifting his head, he looks down into her furious eyes,
noting the glittering fury.

Little snarls throb as she lifts her arms, wrapping
them around his back to sink talon-like nails into his
shoulders. She rakes them down his biceps with lethal
force, head lifting as teeth bare to bite into the
softness of his bottom lip.  The tang of blood drips
into her mouth from his wound, growls gurgling around
the droplets coating her tongue.  A large hand comes
up to fasten at her throat, thumb pressing over the
pounding of her pulse, the other enmeshing within the
wild curls to yank her head back to the floor.
Smiling down into her face he whispers softly "My
little kitten, that was not nice at all. Be assured,
you will pay for it."

Rising, he yanks her up by the hair to stand before
him.  Measured steps take him to the bed where he
picks up a flame coloured silk robe.  Turning to toss
it at her, he orders, "Put it on, there are some
things its time for you to know."

Her arms slide thru cool silk, numb fingers knotting
the sash tightly at her waist.  Looking up to meet his
gaze once more, she sees a flicker of regret cross his
features.  His mouth skews into a grimace as he
returns her gaze head on, calmly stating, "Sit down
kitten and listen."  A slow flush of pink stains her
high cheekbones as she hisses back, "I don’t know you
and I don’t know who you think you are, but you can go
to hell."  Like a rifle shot his voice booms thru the
room, "I said SIT DOWN."  Taking an involuntary step
back, her knees hit the vanity chair, quiet now, as
she sinks into it.

Planting his booted feet apart, arms crossed over a
solid chest, he calmly watches her as a silky voice
starts the story.  "You do not realize that I have
been watching you for months now."  Hearing her sharp
intake of breath, he grins, continuing.  "You're
asking yourself why.  It started long ago, when I
walked by a store you were in, a lingerie store. You
were focused so intensely on each garment, stroking
your fingers lovingly over satin, silk, leather, and
lace, that I stopped to watch you thru the window.  I
could almost feel the differnt textures of the fabric
on your skin, smell your arousal as I pictured each
item you touched on your body."  Turning the warm
hazel of his gaze to her, he catches and holds the
warm honey of her eyes, quietly continuing.

"When you left, I followed you, to the Trauma Unit
where you work.  Imagine my surprise as I walked in on
other pretenses, to see you emerge from an office
wearing dull blue scrub pants and a top, the golden
fire of your hair braided tightly, looking
untouchable.  I knew then, I would touch you, deeper
than you had ever been touched before.  I watched the
innate control, strength, confidence within your work
surround you like an aura.  From that point on,
whenever I had time, I watched you, any knowledge of
you noted, stored away for someday.. this day.  I know
that you do not have to be back to work for three days
and I know that you have nothing planned.  You were
going to sit here, reclusive, reading, listening to
music.  Your plans have changed."

Her voice trembling, husky, as she quietly asks, "Who
are you, why me, I don’t know what you want from me.."
A gentle smile touches his lips as he walks forward,
leaning into her until his mouth is pressed against
her ear to whisper, "I am Taltos, what I want from you
is simple, your submission to anything I decide to
take, in return, I will give back to you until you are
full."  A small palm comes out from behind her,
smacking his cheek with brutal force, leaving a red
blotch to mar the harsh plain.  "That will never
happen so you may as well leave, now."

Rising back up, his tongue flicks out to slowly glide
over the bruised flesh of his lower lip, wiping away
the blood from her earlier attack.  With sick
fascination she watches the pink tongue drag, smearing
the crimson, horrified as she feels a twinge of
arousal pulse deep in her core.

A soft laugh parts his lips fully as he watches her
gaze follow the quest of his tongue.  Voice silky as
he whispers, "I know you don’t have a lover.  How long
has it been since you've felt a man cover you, fuck
into your cunt, your mouth, take you.. until all you
can do is scream and beg for more?"

Rage bubbles out of control, choking her with its
force, as she jumps up, screaming, "You are crass,
rude, and barbaric, get the fuck out of my house
now!!'

Leaving her to stand there, shaken, quivering, he
moves around the room, almost speaking to himself.
"Why do you leave all these lights on kitten?  Are you
afraid of the dark, maybe?  Don’t get me wrong, I
appreciate it, you can’t believe how it facilitated
watching every move you made."  One hand flicks out to
light the wick on candles placed thru out the chamber
as he speaks, steps retracing to shut off the lights,
leaving the room near black.

Moving back to where she stands immobile with shock
and fear, he takes her hand, leading her to the wall
of glass overlooking the desolate beach below.  "See
how this glass looks like a mirror, when only
candlelight flickers thru the room?  Well... this wall
will help us live the fantasy I’ve created."

Husky laughter scrapes over her flesh as hazed orbs
look up to meet his in shocked silence, her mind a
spinning vortex of questions, wondering what all this
man knows, what he’s seen.

Almost as if he can read her thoughts, he smiles,
baring even white teeth, "I’ve seen it all kitten.
Your fingers stroking over the soft swell of your
belly, pinching your nipples, and even plunging in and
out of your hot cunt.  Mmmmm yes, I could almost hear
your moans, the sucking noises it made, as it was
pleasured by your own hand.  I only wondered, as I
watched, if you imagined a thick cock taking you
instead of your small fingers."

Stomping one foot as a plethora of emotions storm her
senses, she yanks her hand from his grasp.  Pivoting
on one foot, she shows him her back, the flame silk
robe glimmering in the pale candlelight.  He watches
her silently for a few moments, wondering when she
will finally realize what it is she needs.  One hand
reaches out, stroking thru the curls washing over her
shoulders.  "We can do this the hard way or the easy
way, that is your choice.  Take off the robe."

Feeling his fingers leave her hair, she turns her
turbulent gaze to the open door, wondering why it
seems yards away.  Setting her shoulders back in
determined lines as small teeth clench, she takes off,
on a dead run for the door, blazing silk billowing
behind her flexing calves.

Replayed like a nightmare she feels her back bow
painfully as his shoulder sinks into it, the force of
the tackle sending her sliding over the thick carpet,
burns stinging on her thighs.  Strong fingers dig into
her shoulder, bruising soft flesh instantly as he
yanks her close, growling.."You little bitch, it could
have been easy, but now we will do it my way."

Tugging the black leather belt from loops at his
waist, he swings it in a wide arch over her head,
tugging it hard around her small wrists.  Quickly
threading the end thru the buckle he locks them into
place.  Reaching further he drags the free end around
the post of the bed where it meets floor, tieing off
the leather to hold her there.  His fingers fumble at
the button and zipper fastening the black leather of
his pants, as she kicks and screams.  Freeing his
stiff cock, he rips her silk robe up the middle,
throwing the tattered remains over the lush curve of
her ass.  Both hands come down, gripping her hips,
fingers clawing into her bottom, he lifts her, placing
her at an angle to take the fucking she needs.

With one brutal thrust he buries his cock within the
hot walls of her core, balls slapping against the lips
of her pussy.  A lone scream of pain and terror arcs
thru the chamber, echoing back to him again and again.
 Fighting like a wildcat, fingers clawing at the
carpet, legs kick out uselessly as he holds her in
place.  Tangled bronze locks of hair whip at his chest
as her head tosses, soft screams of pain chasing the
first one.  Lightning cracks of sound boom as his arm
lifts to send the palm of his hand slamming into the
cheek of her bottom again and again.  The writhing
motion of her hips, the smell of her fear and pain
pull him closer to the edge as he thrusts with cruel
force into her clutching cunt.  His fingers dig into
her flawless back, raking down to leave four angry red
lines etched into flesh. White, hot pain sears her
hole as the raping motions tear at tender flesh.

Softly, tears choking her voice, she begs him to quit,
promising anything if only it will stop the pain.  He
pulls his cock from her hole, fingers coming down to
trace slowly over the tender, bruised skin, soothing
her with gentleness.  Covering her with his body to
warm the chill of used flesh he unfastens the belt
from her bed and wrists.  One arm reaches under her
legs, the other at her shoulders, as he lifts her,
placing her in the center of the massive bed.

"Take what is left of your robe off kitten."

Nodding her head in terror and scorching pain, she
tugs the tatters away, throwing them to the floor.
Slowly his hazel eyes move up and down her skin,
touching each swollen nipple, the heaving of her ribs
as she tries to quit crying, the rug burns marring
softly bronzed thighs.  Finally his gaze meets hers,
watching as tears wind their way down her cheeks in
thin rivulets, one plump drop quivering on sultry
black lashes, waiting to join the others.  Small
glossy teeth nibble at the swell of her lower lip,
trying to catch the sobs threatening to burst forth.
He notes how her fingers tangle together, fluttering
softly like a birds wings as she strains for control.

He drops one hand down beside the bed to pick up a bag
that was all but concealed by the fluffy pearl
coloured comforter.  In no big hurry, he opens it,
peering into the shadowed depths.  While he pulls
strips of leather from the bag he murmurs absently,
"Say my name kitten."

Struggling to recall it thru the whirring of her mind,
she finally stammers "Taltos."  Smiling at her, the
curve of his jaw hard, belying the pleasant facade, he
states quietly, "Its one of two things for you, Master
or Master Taltos, take your choice, but if you don’t
use one or the other, it will be added to your payment
plan."

One large hand comes out, pushing her into a splayed
position on the bed, tugging each ankle to a corner.
Using one leather thong, he wraps it around the right
ankle, tieing it off on the bed post.  Following suit
with the left ankle, he checks both to make sure they
are taut.  Tieng off each wrist to a post, he leaves
her lying there to finish removing his clothing.
Shaking the black leather vest off, he tosses it
towards a chair.  Stepping out of his boots, he moves
closer to her, smiling as her head turns to watch him.
Pulling off the leather pants, underwear, socks, he
stands naked before her, stunning in his maleness.
The contrast between their bodies, erotic on its own.
 
 

The weight of his body presses into the bed as he
moves above her, straddling her shoulders, purrring
softly, "Tease my cock with your tongue and lips
kitten, taste me."  Pursing her lips in mute protest,
she shakes her head back and forth.  A scowl mars his
features as he reaches down, taking hold of the rigid
cock to slap it against her lips, "Do it, unless you
want me to rape your mouth the way I just raped your
cunt."  Lips part to suck in a shocked breath of air,
the flicker of her tongue caught by his gaze as he
whispers, "yes my slut, use that tongue, show me its
talent."

Sliding her tongue from between soft, moist lips, she
dabs at the tip of his protruding cock, tasting the
sticky tang of precum as it dribbles from the slit.
His weight settles  upon the delicate curve of her
collar bones, forcing her to take short gasps of air
as she licks over the silky soft, swollen head.
Tiring of her play at timidity, he reaches down,
fingers grabbing at her jaw, forcing it wide open as
ass cheeks flex, sending the full length of arousal
down her throat.  A lethal whisper reaches her as she
lies gagging around the girth of the cock impaling her
mouth, “Bite it and you will feel my pain long after I
do.”

Her full lips wrap around his rigid staff, terror
hazing her gaze to the colour of dawn.  Slowly, his
hips start a slow pumping motion, pulling each inch
from her mouth until just the head lies on her lips
then gliding across her tongue, the bulbous end
forcing throat muscles to open once more.  Tears
shimmer like liquid crystal on her cheeks, dripping
sideways to spill on the pillow beneath her head.
Satisfied that she will suckle his cock how he wishes,
fingers loosen on her jaw, their bruised imprint
remaining to taunt her for days later.  Arching her
neck at an odd angle to look up at him, she meets his
gaze, seeing the fire lick its own flame thru the
hazel orbs.  Running her tongue up and down the length
of his swollen cock as she sucks, the soft hissing
sound escaping between his gritted teeth reaches her.
 

A shaft of pleasure knifes thru her tummy as she
witnesses what her mouth does to his senses.  Giving
up the fight, for the moment, she tightens her lips
around his cock, cheeks hollowing with the deep
suction.  Lewd noises fill the chamber as her mouth
pops off the twitching head, then slurps as she sucks
the shaft back into her throat.  Pouted lips curve
into a soft smile as she hears his groans of wicked
arousal, only wishing that her hands were free to
stroke rounded nails over his balls, grip his ass
cheeks in smooth palms.

Pulling his cock from her mouth in a sudden movement
leaves her feeling strangely bereft.  He rolls off her
body, leaning in to brush his lips over her neck,
teeth scraping at the translucent flesh, causing her
body to quiver with new sensations.  The soft, firm
lips move down, bestowing little kisses over the
bruises marring her collarbones, then up, to where
they mark her jaw.  Mouth pressing against her right
nipple, he flicks his tongue out to lap at it with
firm strokes.  The softest moan trembles on her lips
as he starts to suck at the swollen nub, her wrists
yank at the leather thongs binding each, aching to
clutch his head, hold it close, as he turns his
attention to her left nipple.  Her back arches,
lifting hips a fraction of an inch off the bed before
the leather confining her ankles pulls her back into
place.

His tongue moves lower, laving at the indentation of
her ribs, over the slope of her belly, to bite cruelly
into each hip bone in turn.  Her fingers dig into the
soft flesh of her palms as pain rockets thru her once
more, this time blending with the pleasure coursing
within.  Soft whimpers flow as teeth snap down,
mimicking his, to sink into the lush fullness of her
lower lip. .  Harsh pants flutter her ribcage as his
face nuzzles between her thighs, tongue pressing in to
taste her pleasure.  Two fingers spread her, the touch
rough as he forces her clit free of its protective
sheath.  Once more his head dips low, tongue flicking
over it, feeling the beat of her heart as it pounds
like the surf of the ocean below them.  Smiling into
the soft lips of her pussy as he hears the begging
start, knowing just where to touch, stroke and nibble
to send her spinning out of control.  Her wrists and
ankles yank to no avail within the biting restraints
as aching arousal sends her ever higher, towards some
whirling vortex of mindless pleasure.

Easing himself from between her legs, he teases her
tummy with light kisses, whispering, “Do you want my
cock, slut?  Do you want me to ease the ache for you?
Do you need me to take you over the edge, into the
unknown, where there is nothing left but me, you, and
this?”

Struggling to rise back to the surface of reality,
swim thru the pleasure drowning her with wanton
desire, she looks down into his eyes, seeing the
victory flash with finality within them.  Humiliation
turns her skin a soft rose, overlapping the natural
bronze colour as she comes to the full realization
that since the first moment, something inside her
screamed with silent need for this.  Her whiskey
smooth voice reaches him, trembling over each word,
“Yes, please, please take me, fuck me, rape me, use me
however you wish, just push me so hard there is no
beginning and no end.”

A low growl rumbles from his throat as hands steal
back to untie the leather thongs at her ankles,
wrenching them up till silken thighs press against her
tummy and ribs, his hands making quick work of tying
them against her wrists.  Splayed like the slut she is
for him, her cunt open for his pleasure, he leans down
over her, teeth snapping together to pierce the
quivering lower lip of her mouth, pearls of blood
sliding down her chin.  A retched cry of pain is
stifled by the bite as he whispers.. ““Yes, please,
please take me, fuck me, rape me, use me however you
wish, just push me so hard there is no beginning and
no end…. What??”

Whimpering into the warmth of his mouth, “Master!!
Master!! Please, I beg you!!”  A husky laugh flows
over her face as his teeth release the bruised and
bloody flesh of her lip.  With one strong, sure thrust
he sheathes his cock inside her, his hips plunging,
rocking, corkscrewing the rigid length in and out of
the slick, clutching walls of her pussy.  His tongue
mimics the motions of his cock, as he fucks her mouth,
burying the scream of pleasure she gives at being
filled with him.  Both strong hands come up, gripping
her bound ankles for added leverage as he fucks her
fast, hard, and brutally.

Her mind loses its grip on reality as the pain and
pleasure of his fucking sends her spinning into space.
 The screams tearing from her throat are an incoherent
babble of climax the only recognizable word being
“Master!!!” as it’s shouted from raw depths.  Her
soaked slit clenches around his buried cock, milking
at it with each spasm of orgasm, the lewd noises of
their coupling mingling with the begging screams of
the slut under him.  Pressing down into her soft,
pliant body, he sucks her tongue deep into the
recesses of his mouth, as thick ropes of cum spray in
hot jets against her core.  Falling into a heap over
her battered body, gasping for breath, mouth nuzzling
at her neck.

 His sinewy arms reach above their heads, fingers
working with the knotted leather to set her wrists and
ankles free.  A soft groan whispers over his ear as
blood rushes back into strained limbs, her hands
curling at his shoulders, legs wrapping about his
hips.  She draws in shallow breaths of air, as the
weight of him presses her deep into the tangled
covers.   He rolls over gracefully, dragging her with
to rest atop his damp body, lips brushing over the
swollen curve of her pout.  His ragged voice as he
says “Clean our cum off of my cock with your mouth
kitten.”

Nodding gently, she slides her body down his, curls
spreading golden rays over his thighs.  Refusing to
release her gaze, he watches as her bruised lips part,
mouth opening to take the girth of him inside wet
heat.  Her lips press at the base, drawing up slowly,
the flavor of their combined pleasure coating her
tongue.  Suckling at him with slow movements she
cleans every trace of cum from his cock, leaving it
soft and pliable within her mouth.

His fingers tangle in the mess of curls, tugging her
up by their length until pain throbs in her skull.
Unwinding from the strands, he curls arms about her,
tucking her head into his shoulder to rest.  Like
shifting sands the hours pass slowly by as he watches
her sleep beside him, curled within the fluffy covers
like a small kitten.  His fingers trace over the
bruises marking her here and there, as a slow smile
tilts his mouth.  Rolling onto her back as she
stretches, a soft purrrr sounds as she sleeps.  Slowly
he eases the crisp sheets down her body exposing her
breasts and tummy.

His firm leg lifts, to glide over her body, fastening
her hips to the bed, left arm pressing into her narrow
ribcage, locking her into place as she sleeps.  He
positions his right hand over her tummy, hazel orbs
focusing on the translucent flesh of her neck.  His
head swoops down, mouth parting to sink his teeth in,
suckling hard, marking it purple as he bruises her
once more.  A soft scream rends the air, body trying
to writhe under his firm hold.   Pressing soft kisses
to the smudge of darkness, he soothes her.

Shuddering cries, screams, moans and whimpers of
pleasure, and begging “Master please” follow down the
path of the many that came before as the endless hours
of night blend into dawn.
 
 

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