0 comments/ 27751 views/ 5 favorites First Surrender By: thoughtsakimbo The room with quiet curtains, her hand trembling on the doorknob. Step inside, the world changes. Choose to step inside. Choose. He waits, just inside. A big, imposing figure, yet the smile is friendly. She hangs for a moment in the balance between yes and no, between her old life and new. She steps inside. Yes, he nods, in approval. The first step is the hardest. She hugs her arms to herself, shivering. Removes her coat. His eyes travel across her body, the full soft breasts, the exaggerated roundness of her hips, her long solid legs. Take off your shoes, he says. She slips them off with relief. Easy. Wriggles her toes in the room's carpeting. The first surrender. Now the skirt, he smiles. She loves the way her legs feel under the skirt, breeze blowing up against her body as she walks outside, the freedom of her knees, soft drapes of fabric caressing her thighs as she sits. Loves the way it forms a concealing curtain around the roundness of her belly, the extra curves, no longer smooth, hiding the expanse of her body. Loves the waistband hugging her waist. The skirt, he says, smiling a little less. She pulls it past her hips, lets it fall to the floor. Because she knew she would come here ... because she knew he would like it ... she is wearing the black lace. The one-piece garment holds her breasts up firm and high, creates the desired cleavage, makes her chest magnificent. She is proud of her chest, clothed. Not the soft pillows of breasts she cradles while she sleeps. But this created breast, a soft shelf, adorned, which moves with each breath. Unbidden, she unbuttons the shirt, letting it fall open, revealing the bounty of creamy flesh and rose-patterned lace. His smile is broad again. She can see the hardness begin beneath his robe. She longs to cross the room, lay her head on his chest. But she will follow his timing. This is his game. Beautiful, he says, you do not need to be shy with me. She sighs, stands a little straighter. Her eyes are afraid to meet his for more than a moment. Come here. She leaves her clothing on the floor, steps toward him. The hand around her waist is surprisingly firm. The other hand cups her chin, raises her eyes to meet his. Look at me, he says, unsmiling. Whatever happens here, it's for both of us, for both our pleasure. But you are mine. Your time is mine. And you will do exactly as I say. Understood? His sternness at once thrills her and alarms her. What might happen here? Could she escape even if she wanted to, half-dressed, against the will of this man who towers over her, commands her with his velvety voice. She shivers, nods. He tightens his grip slightly, and she relaxes into it. His lips graze her ear, and she closes her eyes, awaiting his kiss. But he does not kiss. He whispers, right into her ear: I will fuck you. Because I want you, and you are mine. You will lie on the bed, he whispers. I will not tie your hands. You will lie obediently, because I command you to. Held in place by the sheer force of my will. She walks to the bed with slow, dream-like steps, her eyes downcast, disappointment welling in her chest. No bindings. She had longed to be bound, with soft cords, elastic cords, wrists together, arms raised above her head. Longed for the surrender of offering her wrists to him for the binding, knowing with that symbolic act she forfeited any hope of escape. He senses her sadness, addresses it at once. You regret this, baby girl? he asks. She shakes her head slowly. He smiles, lifting a cord from a drawer in the table next to the bed. You desire the bindings then? She smiles, and he traces her smile with a loop of velvet cord, then pulls it across her breasts, across the curve of her hip, the front of her thigh, the inside of her thigh, making her tremble as she stands. On the bed, he says. She sits, and his palm against her heart presses her back. Give them here, he commands. She offers her wrists, feeling the first surge of wetness between her legs. His knowing eyes understand. He raises her arms, encircles her wrists, fastens them to the headboard. Steps back to admire his work, as she rolls slightly from side to side, trying to arrange herself in a comfortable position. She fears the other devices which may be in that bedside drawer, metal clamps, tiny cuffs, long plastic cocks ... She is curious, but fears their invasion. But he has closed the drawer. Only his body, now naked, feels like a threat. He approaches with a pillow, and she feels a moment of panic. Suffocation? She is helpless now. One leg kicks out involuntarily. But he slips the pillow beneath her head almost tenderly, brushes the hair away from her face. Rests one hand on her pounding heart. Easy, baby girl, he says. I won't take you anywhere you don't want to go. Traces her lips with one finger. Easy. Now this body ... he says, and she winces, turns her head. Self-consciousness makes her blush, turn her face. She wishes it was a better body, a proud body, curves only in the best places, firm and young and desirable. She wishes ... Look at me, he says. This body is mine. You cannot hide it from me. I will know every sweet, soft inch. You cannot be ashamed before me. Because this is mine. I will enjoy it and appreciate it, and you will open yourself to me. Understand? She nods, still flush with embarassment. Lovely body, he says, calming her, his hands caressing it. You will enjoy how much I appreciate your body. He strokes her long legs, and she feels them relax under his touch. My body, he says. Mine. To do with as I please. She nods, the warmth of his hand spreading through her lower half, causing her to throb inside her panties. She wills his hand to travel there, and can tell he senses that. But his hand instead touches the crease of her elbow, the back of her knee, the bottom of the big toe, the front of her throat. She shivers, feels her nipples grow hard. His hand brushes against them, pinches one gently, then more firmly. Pinches the other firmly. Slips one hand beneath the bra and lifts out a breast, kneading it with his hand, his thumb flicking the nipple back and forth, watching it contract into a tiny purple bud. Mine, he says, squeezing the nipple. Mine. The electric feeling travels to that sensitive point between her legs, and she squeezes her legs together. Good girl, he smiles. He brings his lips to her soft belly, lets his beard graze across her hip, his tongue leaving a warm, wet trail, dipping momentarily into her navel. Hands cupping and caressing her belly, the soft belly which had made her feel shy, now contracting with shivers of pleasure. She is glad the garment remains in place -- and the instant she thinks it, feels him begin to tug it away, slipping it over her hips, flinging it to one side of the bed. He smiles at her appreciatively. Nothing to hide. Nowhere to hide, little girl. No way to hide from me. He opens the drawer next to the bed, and she feels the apprehension return. He removes a blindfold. This will make you more comfortable, he chuckles, slipping the elastic band softly around her eyes. She struggles briefly to see around the barrier, underneath it. Then sighs and allows her focus to turn inward. It is comfortable, the warm darkness, the soft pillow, the stretchy bindings around her wrist... . His hand has grasped her suddenly, hard, between the legs, and she lets out a little cry. Squirms to back away from the squeezing fingers, which clutch her pubic hair into his fist, one knuckle brushing her clit. She feels his beard tickle her ear. This is mine too, mine, he says sternly. You will open yourself to me. Legs shaking, she tries to spread her knees. Shyness, fear keeps her thighs together. She feels his hands pushing them apart, lifts her head and strains to see. Seeing nothing, her head falls back on the pillow. Her knees sag in surrender. She can hear him laugh. Yes, like that, angel, he says, stroking her inner thigh tenderly, releasing her hairs. She feels the smooth roundness of his shaved head brush past her thighs, then his warm breath against her. A luxurious feeling, making her sigh catch in her chest. She lifts her hips involuntarily, just an inch. Awaiting his touch. His smooth, firm tongue finds not the target she desires, the trembling eager bud, but instead probes deep within her. Her nipples harden again. She contracts, trying to pull him farther in. A moan escapes her lips, as the tongue presses deeper, presses upward, until his face is buried, his nose pressing that sensitive spot. The pleasure washes over her in waves, her hands absentmindedly pulling against her cords, her head tossing side to side, lost in the sensation. Suddenly the tongue withdraws, sweeping upward, an electric shock of feeling that nearly lifts her from the bed. Then she feels nothing. Can hear him chuckle again, watching her writhe. She is afraid to speak. Afraid to know what will come next, afraid the pleasure will never return. After a few moments, she wants to call out to him, but suppresses the urge. She hears nothing. Rests, feeling her heart beat in the throbbing between her legs. Then she feels his finger on her cheek. No, it is not his finger. Hot and smooth, leaving a moist trail of fluid, he traces her face with his hard member, she feels it push gently into her ear, her neck, her hair. She turns her head, lips parted, hoping to find it with her tongue. He rests the head briefly against her lips, nudging. She forms the wet oval eagerly, beckoning him to slide into her mouth, blindfolded, nodding. He slides in a little way, allows her a few firm sucks. Then pulls away. He laughs softly at her disappointed moan. You want more of this? he asks. You will have it all. Everywhere. He presses the head of his hardness into one breast, and thrusts firmly a few times, then pulls it back and forth against the hardened nipple. He pulls the other breast toward him, treats it the same. She shudders as one hand strokes her belly, traveling ever lower, lower, slowly. Willing his hand again to that most sensitive place, she feels his forearm now press lightly against her, and she raises her hips to meet it. Where do you want to feel me? he asks. Here? His thumb presses firmly between her legs, and she gasps at the intensity of the sensation. Here? A long finger strokes her. She realizes how wet she has become, how eager. Here? The finger pushes inside her, and is greeted with a spasm, the first shudder of orgasm. Oh, no, no, he smiles. Not yet, baby girl. The hand pulls away, and the next spasm is soft, fading away to nothing. You will find release when I say, not before. Understood? She nods frantically, biting her lip. Squeezing her thighs together. He pets her lower leg soothingly, calming her. All parts of you belong to me, he tells her somberly. His fingers pinch her ear lobe, her ankle, her buttocks. Behind the blindfold, she waits, wondering where she will feel him next. One finger tickles the back of her knee. Then the curve beneath a breast. Then the nape of her neck. She sighs, smiles. But the next pinch, on her nipple, stings a little. Then at her waist, pinching firmly, twisting slightly. Her smile fades. Her mouth falls open in a gasp as he dips one finger into her wetness, then brushes it against her lips, coating them. Her tongue shyly tastes the slippery, salty liquid. Then he presses his lips full against hers, kissing the moisture away. She moans a dreamy sound, smelling the scent on his breath. With another kiss, he has pulled away. He dips the finger back between her legs, then slides it suddenly underneath her, and up inside her. The brief pain is followed by tingling, then a comfortable soft feeling. He wiggles the finger, to bring the pain back again. But soon, there is only the pleasant, tingling feeling. She rocks forward a little, rocks back against the finger that impales her, riding it in tiny increments. His other hand presses two fingers deep into the wetness, slowly, to take advantage of her movements. She rides both intrusions now, raising and lowering her hips a little faster, reveling in the fullness, feeling her orgasm begin to build again. She moans, longing for him to touch the spot that throbs between her legs, create her release. She feels him lean in, bringing his tongue again to her, feels him tracing upward from his own hand, now deep within her as she writhes, upward by tiny fractions of an inch, her anticipation building. She moves her hips more desperately, willing his tongue higher. He sweeps it upward again, circling, and her sharp intake of breath makes him smile. She feels the smile against her trembling. He circles again, and again, allowing the orgasm to build, his hands probing, tongue teasing. He stops, fingers buried within her. Only when I say, remember? he says. But his voice is kind. She speaks now. Please. Please what? Please, sir. Please. In reply, he plunges his fingers deeper, flicks the tip of his tongue across her swollen, craving places. He speaks the word directly inside her. Yessssssss, he says. The vibrations push her over the top. He presses his tongue now flat against her, his fingers wiggling, letting her ride atop the orgasm, wave after wave, her hips pumping frantically, sighing ah ah ah ah, nipples contracting again into shivering buds, perspiration wetting her skin. She loses track of time, loses herself in an orgasm which goes on and on, carrying her into unconsciousness. She awakens feeling cold. The blindfold is gone, but her hands remain bound. She raises her head, and sees that her ankles are now bound as well, to each corner post of the bed. Sir? she calls. He is sitting in a chair across the room, watching her. That ... was wonderful, she says. He smiles. He rises and walks to the bed. He has dressed. He sits beside her, smiling. Untie me please, she asks, straining against her wrist bindings. His smile remains unchanged, but he does not reach for the cords. You asked for these bindings, you wanted them, remember? he says. She nods. But now I have to go home, sir. No, you have nowhere to go, baby girl, he replies. And all this -- his hand sweeps along her body -- all this is mine. It stays right here. Her smile fades and she pulls against an ankle binding. The elastic cords have been replaced by rope, tied firmly. I don't think that's going to work, he says, chuckling. But ... I do enjoy watching you try. She twists against the ropes, feeling the pain as her wrist cords dig into the flesh. This was your choice, he reminds her. You chose to come here, to submit to me. And now you are mine. She closes her eyes tightly. Wills herself to think. Memories of the sensations, the overwhelming sensations, keep nudging other thoughts aside. But she must think. Was I gentle with you? he asks. She nods slowly. You enjoyed my taking you gently? he asks. She nods again, watching his eyes. You will enjoy this even more, he says. Her eyes widen as she watches him pull instruments she has never seen from the bedside drawer, metal clamps, tiny cuffs, long plastic cocks ... First Surrender Chapter 1 As she stepped into the room, darkness engulfed her, black velvet darkness without a hint of light. She move into the shadows, carefully making her way across the room, laying her coat on the chair as she reached for the lamp, needing the light to chase away the shadows. "Where is that switch?" She wondered aloud, running her hand over the nightstand top, a low growl of frustration crossing her lips. "Ha found it!" She clicked the light and sighed when nothing happened. "Crap blown again, I have really got to get a new lamp tomorrow." She shrugs and turns to head back to living room when a small sound echoes through the room. She stops dead in her tracks and looks around, trying to detect what made the sound. Seeing nothing moving she shakes her head muttering, "Gotta quit watching those horror movies at night, I'm starting to jump at shadows." And heads into the living room. Flopping on the couch she grabs the remote and smiles as the first notes of one of her favorite songs fill the room. "Your favorite drug, right on, love this song!" She laughs, "Something to keep my mind off just how empty this house is now." She looks around, still not able to shake the feeling that something is just a little bit off, like someone is watching her. "Stupid!" She mutters shaking her head again "No body here but me." She lays back on the couch, ready to relax after a long day at work, when she is plunged into darkness and silence. "You have got to be kidding me!" She yells as she looks up at the ceiling, "what did I do to piss off the universe tonight geeze." She swings her legs off the couch and stands up trying to remember where she last left the flashlight. "Ok just a breaker I'm sure, no prob, just go flip it then I can finally get some damn peace." Muttering to herself as she heads for the kitchen and the fuse box. Crack! "Ouch!" She bites her lip to keep from swearing as her knee throbs where it met the coffee table. "Ok this is so not my night." Once in the kitchen she fumbles her way to the fuse box and flips the breakers. Nothing. "Well son of a bitch!" Thinking the power might be out she reaches for the phone on the counter. "What the........" in the place of the phone is a soft piece of what feels like leather. Looking around and starting to get really freaked out, she shivers a bit and finally decides it might be a good night to find a motel. She turns and slowly moves back toward the living room where her purse and car keys are waiting. Carefully avoiding the coffee table from hell she scoops up her purse and looks for her keys for a few moments before she realizes where they are. The mental image flashes through her head of placing the keys in her coat pocket and then laying the coat on the chair in the bedroom. She looks down the dark hallway toward the open bedroom door. "Ok I will just run down there grab the coat and run back out... there is nothing there in the dark that isn't there in the light." She looks again down the hall and takes a deep breath. "Ok yeah I'm so not running in my own house, this is so stupid!" For some reason the sound of her own voice in the emptiness of the room is oddly reassuring. She starts moving slowly toward the bedroom door. "Lalala it's just a small black out, nothing to worry about, no point in being scared of the dark, I'm not 5." She stops for a moment in front of the door and takes another deep breath, then steps into the darkness within the room. "See nothing jumped out at you, damn I feel stupid now." At this last comment a soft laugh and warm breath caress her ear as a hand swoops down to cover her mouth. She tries to suck in a breath but the gloved hand over her face keeps her from taking one. She starts to shake, panic taking over. Another hand softly caresses her hair " Hush little one, and relax, you will enjoy it a lot more if you do." a mans deep voice growls in her ear, as the hand moves to cover only her mouth allowing her to once again draw a breath. "Fight, run, do something!" her mind screams at her, but her body refuses to answer. "I'm going to remove my hand scream and you will be punished, do you understand?" the voice growls once more. She gives a slight nod to scared to do much more. As the hand is removed she takes a deep breath, knowing if she screams loud enough the neighbors will hear here and damn if she was going to let this psycho do whatever he had planned for her. Feeling the scream build up, she manages only a small squeak before her hair is grabbed in a tight grip and a hand closes around her throat. "I told you not to scream!" The voice is harsher now, as the hand gripping her hair forces her to her knees. "P...p..please don't hurt me." she whimpers. But the hand in her hair only tightens its grip "Be a good girl and put your hands above your head." She tries to turn her head to catch a glimpse of the stranger, only to have her head pulls back farther. "Now!" This one word spoken with more authority then she has ever heard in her life. Deciding that maybe if she does what he says he will not hurt her she reluctantly lifts her arms up. Soft leather closes around one wrist then the other, "Such a good girl." The voice whispers. The hand gripping her hair pulls her upwards back onto her feet. Confusion takes over for a moment before the realization dawns on her that he had just cuffed her wrists together. She lets her arms fall in front of her, the rattling chain loud over the rapid beating of her heart. "W..Why?" she asks in a shaking voice. "Why, because I can, and because you will in the end beg for what I will give you." The voice whispers in her ear as sharp teeth nip at the sensitive lobe. She shivers a combination of fear and a sick kind of pleasure that frightens her more then the man in the room with her. She whispers, "No." He laughs as he snakes an arm around her waist and pulls her hard against his body. His hand reaching up to pinch her nipple through the thin silk of her shirt. She jumps and bats at his hands with hers. "Don't touch me!" She snaps, knowing the second those words crosses her lips that she was in more trouble then she had ever thought possible. His arm left her waist and with both hands her shoved her hard onto the bed. She landed on her belly, her hands trapped under her. The bed dipped under his weight as he sat beside her. "This time I will not ignore that disrespect, you will be punished." She caught a glimpse of a profile and a flash of white teeth as he smiled, before he moved and something slips over her face. Plunging her once again into complete darkness. Chapter 2 She fought to move her arms, to somehow get free, but with her hands cuffed she couldn't move them enough to even roll over. "Problems sweetheart?" He said with a laugh, as he rolled her over. He grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head, holding both in his hands. "Let me go." She pleaded, but all he did was laugh again as he leaned down and licked her neck. "I don't think so." Tightening his grip on her wrists, he reached up and released one from the cuff, but only long enough to loop the chain through the iron design of her headboard before recuffing her, and releasing her wrists. She pulled at the cuffs as hard as she could, once she knew there was no way to get free, she took a deep breath and let out a shrill scream. A gloved hand slapped over her mouth once more. "Damn it, once more and I will be forced to gag you." He growled. "And I know you don't what that." She nodded as much as she could, praying her would remove his hand so she could breath. After what seemed like hours, he moves his hand up to caress her cheek, "So pretty." He almost purred. "That voice, I know I have heard it before.... I just can't think where," she thought. "But why me, I don't know him why is he doing this, what did I do?" The thoughts raced through her head, and then another thought hit her. "What's next?" She began to thrash about on the bed, pulling at the cuffs and chains, fear taking over now; the only sound the beating of her heart in the now still and quiet room. "Did he leave? Maybe he came to his senses." She thought, and slowly came to be still, the feel of her familiar bed soft under her. Click. She turned her head toward the sound, unable to see, she knew he was still there beside her. Cold metal touched her skin and she froze, to scared to breath, even her mind paralyzed with fear. "I'm not going to hurt you." He laughed, "As I said before, you will beg me for more before the end." The cold touch of what she knew was a blade moved softly down her neck and between her breasts, parting the soft silk of her shirt with as though it were made of air. It slipped under the front clasp of her bra and with a soft sound parted the material, before continuing down her belly. The silk fell away with a sigh, her soft skin exposed to the kiss of the cool night air. She shivered. She felt the blade slip under the waistband of her skirt, and jumped. "Please no." She begged. "Oh yes, I want you naked before me, bound and completely under my control." He slid the blade down, removing her skirt as easily as he had her blouse. "Mmm such a naughty girl you are. Not even a small scrap of lace to hide behind." She could hear the smile in his voice, and felt her body warm as a deep blush rose up. He leaned over and pressed his tongue to her lips, and before she knew it she was sinking into the dark velvet of his mouth as she shuddered against him. Her tongue tangled timidly with his, drawing him deeper in the storm of pleasure that being touched was causing. Coming to her senses, she growled and bit his tongue and turned her head. He growled back at her. "Just give in sweetheart, I have watched you for weeks, I know all about those submissive desires you hide under that calm cool exterior, I could eat you up." He growled, kissing a soft line down to the rising mounds that tempted him. "Like candy. Like a man starved for the taste of you. Of your surrender." A fever of need burned inside her. Lust had never been like this. It had never stolen her control, had never wiped the pain of her memories through her body. It had never made her tremble from hunger when she should be screaming and fighting. "What am I doing?" She wondered. A little voice whispering in the back of her mind, "Give up control, for once let someone use you as you long to be used." His lips reached her nipples at that moment, his tongue distended and swiped over the delicate bud experimentally. She felt the muscles of her stomach clench beneath his hand, her hips bucking sharply. "Who are you?" There was fear and desire in her voice. A husky little moan of pleasure that betrayed her true desires. He ignored her question. His head lowered, his mouth covering her nipple as his hands worked over her now heated flesh. She arched to him, as he began to suckle the engorged nipple. She was panting for breath, the combination of fear and pleasure like a drug; she floated in a haze of desire where rationality failed to exist His hand smoothed up her thigh and she stilled. His hand neared the humid heat emanating from her smooth wet cunt as his tongue licked her unattended nipple in slow strokes. Her head jerked, as His hand covered the hot mound of her cunt and she cried out brokenly. The sound echoed in the room. She jerked in his arms, twisting against him now as her hunger began to reach a fever pitch. A moan passed her lips, and she knew he was watching her face. Even through the blindfold she knew. Watching her cheeks flushing, her lips opening in a strangled gasp of pleasure as he parted her thighs, his fingers sliding into slick, damp honey. She heard his sharp intake of breath "So hot and so wet for me, see sweetheart I told you you would enjoy this." He growled She couldn't control her desire. She needed him to touch her. He planted soft, sweeping kisses across her chest, her neck, back to her lips. She was hungry for him, her lips opened, her hips arched to his fingers. "So sweet!" He growled against her lips, and then stroked them as his fingers slid into the wet velvet crease between her thighs. She stilled, biting her lower lip, her eyes wide under the black velvet as she whispered "Please". His fingers moved slowly through the slick crease to circle her swollen clit slowly. "Oh God!" Her thighs opened wider, her hips pushing against his hand. His fingers moved through slick honey to the tender opening of her tight pussy. She cried out as he slid his finger shallowly into the tight, hot entrance. He stopped, removed his hands from her body and sat up. She was panting to catch her breath, her body begging for more. As the pleasure left her body the anger returned. "I'll have you arrested," she promised him. "I swear if it's the last thing I do I'll have you locked up." He was quiet for long moments, his eyes glittering with lust, with cool knowledge. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, you need to learn who your Master is sweetheart, slowly. A step at a time. Nothing too hard, baby, I promise." She shivered. He didn't sound cruel, but he was determined. His voice was soft, immeasurably gentle, but filled with purpose. He would have her now, and he would have her on his terms. "This isn't what I want." She said, fighting for breath, for a sense of control. His hand moved lazily across her stomach, his eyes tracking each move, his fingers trailing between her thighs until one ran through the thick, slick cream that proved her words false. She trembled, biting back a moan of pleasure as the thick length of his finger dipped into her vagina once again. "Isn't it?" He whispered. "I think you're lying. You shouldn't lie to me, baby." Before she knew what was coming, his hand moved, then the flat of his palm delivered a stinging blow to the bare flesh of her cunt. She jerked at the heat. "You son of a bitch!" She yelled, jerking against her bond, ignoring the lash of pleasure that made her clit swell further. The bed moved under his wait and he slipped down between her legs. "Let me go!" She bit out, fighting to ignore the rising desires and pleasure rising inside her. "Naughty girl," he whispered, his hand smoothing over her cunt, sliding over the moisture that lay thick and heavy on her pussy lips. "You're tight, how long has it been since you had a lover?" She remained quiet then jerked in surprise as his palm landed on the upper curve of her cunt. She fought the cuffs terrified of the shocking vibrations of pleasure in her clit that radiated from the heat of the blow. "Damn you!" Her body arched as his finger slid inside her vagina once again. It was a slow stroke, the hard digit separating her muscles, making the flesh tremble in building ecstasy. She fought the need to whimper, to beg at the slow penetration. "How long, since you've had a lover?" he asked her again. She bit her lip, and then whimpered "Four months." He slowly slid his fingers deeper; searching for that spot he knew would at last break her. As his finger brushed it she went over the edge, digging her nails into her palms, her cries like sweet music to her own ears as she bathed his hand in her juices. He smiled and whispers "There that's better isn't it?" And moved off the bed. She listened to his footsteps move across the room and the squeak of the chair springs and knew he was sitting there watching her. "Who are you?" She asked once more, again her question went ignored. Chapter 3 She laid there for what seemed like hours, feeling his eyes on her exposed body, watching her, branding her body with the heat of his gaze. "Do you know why I chose you?" He asked. She shook her head afraid to speak. "I watched you, I listened to you, and the most I learned the more I knew you needed a real Master, I knew you would never willingly hand over that control so I took it." He stood and moved toward her, she sensed him before he touched her cheek with his hand. "You want it don't you sweetheart, you long to give me control, to hand over your mind and soul to me?" She shook her head and bit her lower lip. "No, I'm not like that I'm normal, I have a life, I......" and she trailed off into silence. "And your also lying through your teeth little one." He caressed her hair gently, leaned down and kissed her cheek. "You belong to me, now say it!" He growled in her ear. One tear slid from under the blindfold as she whispered, "Yes Master." He smiled, softly kissed her lips and whispered "Sleep now sweetheart." With that voice whispering in her ear she gave into the need to close her eyes and to escape from this nights experience into the land of dreams. Sunlight streamed though the window and cast its rays across her face. She opened her eyes unsure for a moment where she was, then it all came back to her, the power going out, the man, everything. She bolted upright in her bed, and looked around. No blindfold, no signs of the cuffs or the man, then something caught her eyes. Laying on the pillow beside her was a single blue rose and a note that read. "Until next time." First Surrender Hi and thanks for reading this my first story written in a long long time, and inspired by someone very special to me! I hope you enjoy, and please let me know if you do, as that way I can post more! Cheers Hyde ------------------------------------------------- It had been a good evening he thought as he paid the bill and went to the bar to arrange the taxis back to the hotel. The customers had obviously enjoyed themselves and everyone was suitably merry after aperitifs, several bottles of wine, and at least one for the road. The restaurant was quiet apart from the last of the activity from their table, and it was all smiles and laughter as the party stirred in readiness to leave. He glanced over at the table and caught her eye as she chatted to one of the clients, and briefly returned her smile. He tried not to think of how good she looked, and how much he wanted her right now, and how he really shouldn't be allowing his mind to go there! Unrequited desire, he felt like a yearning teenager again, and suddenly the taxi was there, the bill paid and it was time to leave. The cool air of the late spring evening greeted them as he jumped into the back seat of the taxi and shuffled over as she and a customer followed. She sat next to him, happy and relaxed and her jean covered leg pressed tight up against his, the contact sending a jolt through him, causing him to wonder if the contact of her sat so close was accidental or maybe even intentional. He couldn't be sure, but mentally tortured himself with the possibility it was intentional, but either way he kept himself pressed tightly to her and enjoyed the electric thrill of having her so close. The conversations buzzed and leapt around the taxi which bounced and lurched around the back lanes on its way back to their hotel, but all the while it was almost as if she melted her form into his, his mind struggling with the intimacy of the contact, and ratcheting up the desire level he was struggling to suppress. As usual her mobile phone was in her hand, and he smiled, marveling the efficiency with which she texted even while engaging the customer sat next to her on some important female chatty type issue in the way women do, recognizing the importance of the bond she was creating with the client. His phone vibrated, and jerked him out of his reverie back into the real world and he checked his watch, since it was damned late to be getting voice mails and texts at this time of night. He took out his phone from his shirt pocket and got a big surprise when he read the message from the woman sat next to him with her body molded to his. Curiosity was almost killing him, but as cool as possible he unlocked his phone and opened the message! "I am a bit tiddly. If there's a knock on your door later it may be me!" His mind span! Was she messing with him he wondered, as she must know by now how he felt about her, but the message sent a chill down his spine! Thoughts raced around his head like a tornado, and he thought that just maybe it was time to respond with some clarity, so she could be in no doubt about how she was playing with fire. So after a few moments of consideration he typed his response. "Room 501! But if you do knock on my door I promise I am going to undress you, spank you, and take you to bed and make love to you!" His pulse raced as he finished typing! Should he send it, he wondered? The risk of alienating a colleague, embarrassing himself, not to mention potentially losing the friendship of this woman he felt increasingly close to, all weighed heavily upon him! "Screw it" he thought, and pressed send, slipping his phone away back in his pocket, hoping her phone was on silent so the texts between them were not too obvious, "she may as well know how I really feel!" He never got to see her response, since at that moment he was dragged back into the conversation, and a few brief minutes later the taxi lurched to a standstill outside the foyer of the hotel. Only then did the contact between them relinquish, certainly reluctantly as far as he was concerned. But it was very late, and so all said their good byes and left to find their rooms, dispersing from the central atrium onto various corridors. His phone remained quiet with no reply, not surprisingly given the bombshell of the threat he had just dropped on her! "Better she know, and we dispense with any pretence now" he thought as he settled into his room. He changed quickly into the shorts and T shirt he slept in, and selected some soft music on his I phone before padding off into his bathroom to brush his teeth. As he brushed he looked at his reflection quizzically in the mirror, his head shaking as if to admonish himself, first for harboring these foolish fantasies, and second for voicing them. She was out of his league anyway he knew. Tomorrow was going to be interesting, he sighed and realised was going to have to do some backpedaling! Probably best to blame the alcohol. The first blues song had just gently faded as he returned to his room dimly lit by a few side lights only. He cleared the bed of the clothes he had removed and was just about to return to the bed when with as start he heard a soft rap on his door. His pulse raced, heart leaping almost out of his mouth! No surely not! This couldn't be, and he strode to the door and opened it and sure enough there she stood looking very conflicted, and bare footed! Outside the door marked 501 she stood and cringed inwardly as soon as she finished knocking. Was there still time to get away? What was she thinking, what was she doing? She felt crazy and her emotions in turmoil. His text response both scared and thrilled her so what was she doing knocking on his door? No sooner as she made up her mind to leave than the door opened and he was backlit by the dim lighting of his room. He backed away and she followed him in. Once inside his room part of her still wanted to run, but some unknown emotion, deep inside kept her rooted, almost incapable of movement, like a deer caught in headlights! The door swung shut behind her with an ominous click that seemed very final. "I wasn't joking Kaley" he said after an interminable silence broken only by the wailing of another blues guitar riff in the background. He watched her closely, chewing her bottom lip pensively, seemingly struggling with her emotions, while he struggled with some of his own! Finally his resolve crumbled and his desire crashed over him like a huge wave and he stepped forward & gripped her shoulders and crushed his lips to her in a long passionate kiss. She pressed her body forward to meet his, and felt him start to stir through the thin cotton of his shorts, thrilled at the intensity of his reaction. Eventually he pulled away, separating their bodies but still gripping her shoulders before lifting his hand to press a single finger to her lips, gently making his intention clear to her. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, still unsure, and followed his hands down to the first button on her blouse, and watched him open it, felt the cool air hit her skin, and his hand descend to the next button, and flick it open. By the third button her breasts strained the remaining material until he freed the last remaining buttons and pushed the material back over he shoulders letting it fall to the floor behind her. He ran his hands down from the tops of her shoulders, collecting her bra straps along the away and sampling her beautiful smooth pale skin of her upper breasts and now bare shoulders. His manhood thickened and twitched trapped inside his shorts, and he watched as she closed her eyes to his touch. She turned her head to watch him as he stepped back and walked behind her, his hands locating and freeing the clasp of her bra, and she let it fall forward down her arms until it dropped free at her feet. She shivered goose bumps rising, and her nipples firming, partly due to the cool air of the room circulating from the air conditioning, the hum of which finally registered with her, but also partly from the thrill of the unknown. His hands grabbed her shoulders and ran down her arms, and he drank in the feel of her skin until his hands nestled at her hips, before pulling her body back onto his, until their bodies met again. By now his erection was full, straining to escape the material of his shorts, and she could feel his heat and his hardness as he pressed his body into hers before lifting his arms to remove his t shirt and his chest brushed against her naked back. She shifted her hands behind her to the small of her back and reached for his throbbing cock, locating and closed her hands around his shaft which jerked strongly to her touch through the material that encased him. She heard the sigh of his exhalation, his breath warm on her shoulder and in the reflection of the mirror caught his expression, and his eyes tight shut, drinking in this sweetest moment of her touch, and shut her own eyes again. Again she felt him shift away, heard and felt his fleeting movement before he returned, and with a shock she realised her hands touched his naked cock, his shorts now discarded and kicked to the side. Again his member twitched strongly, and with both hands she gripped him strongly, needing to hold him, and feeling his need for her. She felt her pelvic muscles contract and the spread of warmth at the base of her spine communicating her own needs still trapped inside her jeans. His body pressed harder into hers and she pushed back to match him, and almost snorting out loud in surprise as he wrapped his arms around her and slid them up her stomach until he cupped her breasts, feeling their weight, and exploring the roundness of their underside. Again she felt his breath at the nape of her neck and the soft wetness of his lips and tongue as he kissed gently at first, but teasingly quickly nipped her with his teeth, provoking a muted yelp of surprise. While each hand cupped a breast, her nipples firmed up again, but hardened further as he encircled and rolled them between thumb and forefinger, another sigh of breath escaped and flared her nostrils, and she contracted her pelvic muscles again feeling the warmth spread, as the pressure of his fingers increased to her discomfort, and heightened alarm His tongue flitted at her neck and her earlobe and she felt him stretch to reach her and kiss her. His breath was hot and felt delicious as he breathed gently into her ear, whispering her name and punctuated a simple sentence with a small hot breath and a flick of the tongue every few words. "Kaley? You know' "what you have" "coming to you?" "Don't you?" At the same time his fingers rolled and tightened further on her hardened nipples provoking a small cry of anguish, and she felt his member twitch strongly, her own hands tightening on his shaft as if to help her bear the discomfort, and she shuddered, her goose bumps returning. Teeth nipped again at her neck insistently and she realized he was provoking a response, and toying with her discomfort! Her mouth felt too dry to speak, but she managed a weak "Yes"! She shuddered again as he continued whispering his full intent in a deliciously hot and sexy way, all the while punctuating his words with his breath and tongue, fingers twisting and teasing her nipples, his words provoking anxiety and panic, as well as another reaction deep down inside she couldn't understand. Why would she react so to his words promising to spank her, she would hate it she just knew so why was there this dull ache of desire like a roller coaster ride in the pit of her stomach? Why didn't she run, and yet even as the thought entered her head she rejected it, in favor of these dark deep waters with the fear and trepidation of the unknown? Still with her hands gripped on his shaft she stroked him once, and flicked her thumb over the top of his glands spreading a thick drop of pre-cum and feeling him shudder in reaction. Suddenly he pulled away and came to stand in front of her. His hands unhooked the button on her jeans, and he moved in to kiss her again on her mouth, hot wet and welcoming. His fingers gripped the zip on her jeans, and pulled the tag gently downwards an inch then stopped. His tongue swirled deeply inside her mouth, and sucked on her bottom lip. Again he pulled the zipper another inch and gently tugged on her lip, and again until the zipper fully opened. His tongue swirled one last time and he withdrew with his hands separating her jeans and sliding them down her legs. She had to wiggle to help him over her hips, realizing that he was trying to leave her panties in place, until the resistance eased and he pulled the denim all the way down to her ankles, bending over to help her pull each leg over her feet as she placed a hand on his shoulder for balance. He stepped back and drank in the view of her stood, naked apart from the white panties with a lace border pattern that accented her slender frame. He closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. God she looked good. Now she felt vulnerable, her eyes drawn to his shaft still rock solid and proud, as his eyes closed, she not knowing what to do with her hands, as nervy and as jumpy as she felt she could be. Again he came at her to kiss her. The heat of his engorged cock touched her skin and sent a thrill through her like a jolt, pressed hard to her stomach, his hands exploring the naked outsides of her thighs and her ass cheeks, pulling her harder onto him, and feeling him throb for her, and the wetness of a blob of pre-cum adhered to her. Just as quickly he was gone again, and her eyes followed him around the room. He went to his bag close to the wardrobe and shuffled inside for something, returning with a silk tie, and her tummy did flips. He made a display of wrapping the tie around both of his hands leaving about 18 inches stretched taught between each hand, and raised the smooth band of material towards her breasts. He used the band of silk to rub her breasts and nipples, and the fine sheen of smooth silk felt like heaven on her skin. His hands dropped and he moved behind her capturing each wrist and wrapping them together. The silk was tightly wrapped but caused no discomfort although she realized he had not tied the ends, but merely put them into her hands for her to grip and hold. She was bound at her wrists but largely symbolically, making her choose, as if testing her. Her hands closed on the ends of the tie and she gripped them with the same firmness with which she had grasped his member earlier. She found it mildly troubling that she was compliant, and not objecting with the full force of her fiery temperament, but there was something comforting in having her wrists bound, and she flexed her arms, as if playing along, testing to see what this would feel like if they were serious bindings! Her thoughts were short lived as he stood about 1 foot in front of her again, his eyes looking at hers as if to gauge her feelings. He made a show of licking his index finger of his right hand and said "I wonder what I'd find Kaley? Down here!" and he took the finger and hooked it under the elastic of her panties on her hip and ran it around towards her crotch, lifting the elastic from her skin until his fingers found her pubic triangle where he paused momentarily to swirl it through her bush before continuing downwards. His knuckle grazed the inside of her thigh, and he watched her screw her eyes shut and bite her lip again. Slowly and inexorably he continued chasing down the elastic and his probing his finger forward glancing down the outside of her sex making her shudder again. He could feel her heat and stretched the elastic off her skin before leaving it snap back into place, producing a small "agh" reaction from her lips. His middle finger now brushed the outside of her knicker material chasing the outline of her mound, until he stopped over the hot centre of her sex, imprisoned within her panties. His finger touched the material with the lightest of touches, but it lingered under her, testing the growing heat and the dampness. "You seem to be rather hot and damp here Kaley?" he stated, as he with drew his finger. Again he brought it to his lips to moisten it and again returned it down the elastic of her knickers, this time to stop and probe into her labia to feel the full unmistakable heat and wetness welcoming him, even through the material! He swirled his finger down to her entrance and again back to her bud, by which time she was rolling her hips to help him a soft moan escaped her lips. She felt his finger swirl several more times and her own hips gyrate more deliberately in time with his. Suddenly he stopped and with drew, and the need she felt for his finger was like a white hot frission exploding in her head! "Noo don't stop!" she heard like somebody else speaking, her own voice barely recognized. His hands located on each side of the tops of her panties implying a sweet promise to free her imprisoned sex, she wanted, no, needed him to drag them down, but she found herself waiting. "You want me to pull these down I guess?" his whisper hoarse with desire and need of his own, and looked directly into her eyes, pupils dilated with pleasure, like he didn't already know the answer! His cock throbbed just at the thought of the action but he forced himself to wait for her response. He watched her chew her top lip, her need for him to continue conflicting with her reluctance to answer him! She nodded her assent; hands clenched behind her back, and mouthed the word barely audible, "yes", but still his hands did not move! With a flush of anger and shame she whispered "Yes please", and was rewarded with the slow movement of the waist of her panties being drawn down her legs, so slowly she felt they were barely moving , another inch , another inch and some time later the waistband was level with her crotch, and again he paused. He fell to his knees and the warm wet fullness of his lips kissed her exposed navel, and she felt his breath on her skin teasing and tormenting her, wanting to be free of her panties needing his touch, hoping for his kiss and his tongue to delve lower and deeper. He could smell her musk, and chased the tip of his tongue down into her exposed naked bush and his hot breath almost drove her mad with need, his fingers still hooked into her panties yet not moving, promising so much and tormenting her with the promise of freedom and his touch. She considered rebelling and freeing her hands to grab his hair and guide him onto her, such was her need, but instead stretched and tested the bondage without letting go, as if understanding it was the price she must pay. She felt her pelvic muscles clench and contract, and her fists clenched in abject frustration, and shuddered as she finally felt again her panties move! The crotch stretched tightly and adhered to her damp sex, and it was like a sweet torture to be endured, as it started to move and separate from her sex! Inside her head she was craving for them to be gone, and suddenly they were! Her entire breath was driven from her as her panties pooled at her ankles like a flag of surrender, and her stomach did flips as his face buried itself and she felt his tongue probe and force its way through her lips to taste her and flicker at her bud. He teased her like this for a short while before backing away and eventually standing up, leaving her feeling bereft and oh so needy! He walked away again over to the dresser as she shakily stepped out of her knickers, and with a gulp she saw him pick something up! Her mind reeling with trepidation when she realized it was a long plastic ruler, and he returned towards her flexing it threateningly and stopped behind her. Her cheeks clenched in anticipation until she felt his cock nuzzle against them while he freed the end of his silk tie from her own grip and unraveled the bindings from her wrists! CONTINUED First Surrender He stood side on to face her on her left, and reached down with his left hand to her pubis! His finger chased the inside of her thigh and she opened her stance to give him room to explore her. His very first touch found her wet with desire and want and his finger glided along her slit alternating to tease her entrance and her bud. Her breath was rasping, her hands clenched in fists at her side and she closed her eyes focusing on his wicked finger and hand, working her, teasing her, exploring and splaying her, gathering a rhythm and working it with her own hips. Suddenly her darkness exploded into a star show of lights and she cried out in surprise, when his ruler, forgotten with the pleasure of his touch, laid a white hot crack of pain across her bottom. Her breath was driven from her, and her knees almost buckled in surprise. But his hand steadied her briefly before returning to a slower rhythm. Stroking and teasing and another crack of his ruler landed. She realized with some surprise the blows hurt, but were strangely bearable, but still a gentle moan escaped her lips. His left hand swept again, his middle finger threatening to penetrate her and as she worked her hips backwards to carry her bud towards his touch, and the next blow landed with another loud crack. And so it was, his nasty torture of her producing conflicting runaway emotions, pleasure with his hand, and her bare arse paying the price with the fire instilled by each blow of his ruler. Her legs opened up further offering him unfettered access to her sex, while her butt warmed to his ruler. After another dozen or so sharp cracks of the ruler she felt the heat start to crescendo building to a fiery discomfort, but noted the warmth spreading to her sex, wanting it to stop, needing it to continue, torn somewhere between heaven and hell. He watched her reaction, watched her movements settle into the rhythm, hips moving slightly, her eyes tight shut retreating into some place in her mind reserved for her only. The concentration on her face told him everything, blows criss crossed her arse and built up in force, harder and yet harder again, endorphins produced by her body to deal with the fire he was building on her cheeks, rushed out from her nerve endings at the base of her spine and merged with the wicked sexual fingering. She was in some far away place now , on autopilot his hand becoming firmer, quicker and his thumb twisting her bud with every stroke, her breathing coming in shorter and shorter breaths, her hands clenched tightly, speed increasing faster and faster until he couldn't keep pace anymore and stopped using his ruler on her scorching bum. But his other hand worked her still, rolling her bud between thumb and finger and stroking quickly and probing her with his middle finger. He slipped two fingers inside an inch and turned to stroke the wall of her pussy in line with her labia, his thumb flicking her clit, and increasing with speed, feeling her brace , watching her climb closer to her precipice , her release unavoidable now, coming down the track line a runaway freight train. Soft moans , guttural, meaningless fell from her lips and she braced one last time, hands unclenched from her sides and grabbed to sink nails in his left forearm as she shuddered and started to come forcing him to sink his fingers as deep as he could, a long groan accompanied her actions. On the second shudder he raised his ruler and brought it down hard on her arse one final time, spiking the tail of her orgasm with a slash of white hot pain, which melted her mind and buckled her knees as she cried out! She collapsed onto him and together they fell onto the foot of his bed! Her breathing was racked, her skin with a soft sheen of sweat, and with his right hand he soothed and stroked her tortured bottom, red and sore, and the soft downy fine hair in the small of her back. His cock throbbed at the touch of her skin. Minutes later she finally opened her endorphin rushed eyes and weakly grasped the reality, smiling shyly at his concerned look. "Are you OK" he asked, genuinely worried, & needing her to be OK. "Better than OK" was her response, and she smiled weakly as she shifted to centralize herself on the bed, reached for his cock where he lay and teased his head with a long threatening finger nail, watching him harden quickly again. "Good because we aren't done yet"! Quickly he rolled off the bed and picked up his tie, returning to loop it through gaps in the headboard of the bed, and tying first one wrist to one end and then the other. She was lying prone and naked on top of the bed now and wondering/guessing what was to come. He knelt between her legs, his erection full and hard again and gently lowered his weight onto her, and she opened her legs to greet him. But at first he did nothing other than lace his fingers through hers raise his body and pin hers with his lower torso weight and settle his cock close to her. But then he throbbed and clenched his erection so it kicked upwards and touched her sex with each flick. He slid his cock along her vulva feeling her heat and moisture return but angling it so he couldn't enter her. Teasing her with his cock, he moved slowly back and fore, back and fore the promise of entering her broken on every stroke! She followed him down the bed as far as her restraints would reach to help him enter her, arched her back imploring him to enter her. His cock throbbed and he knew he was not going to last long. He shifted his weight and started to enter her, barely an inch inside her just nuzzling the velvet entrance to her passage, and stopped, apart from contracting his muscle to cause his manhood to flick and kick. She reached even more arching & thrusting to meet him, to try to suck him in, but he kept his position, looking down at her face and deep into the pools of her eyes. The pained look of need on her face was evident, the look of needing this right now, the intensity of her look matched his own need he figured and oh so slowly pushed into her inch by inch. He teased her like this for what seemed an eternity to them both. He entered her to the hilt withdrawing till only the tip of his cock located her entrance, paused till she moaned and wiggled demanding more and repeating the penetration. But now it was his control that was ebbing. He shifted one hand down to cup her arse and felt the heat his ruler had caused, remembered the intensity of her reaction and something inside snapped! He stroked away at her with a desire and passion that overwhelmed him and soon enough he felt the white hot release building within him. His hands gripped hers fingers intertwined, her legs wrapped around him as he reached his orgasm, and shuddered and melted into her, collapsing into a jellified useless mess and closing his eyes. When eventually he opened his eyes, the room was dark, and he came alert with a start. He reached out and came up empty apart from locating his phone which flashed the time 03:40 AM at him and through the haze of sleepy eyes. His thumb slid to open the phone, and her message flashed up and taunted him as he shook his head in disbelief and asked himself had it all just been a dream! The mess in his sleeping shorts attested that it had, and he was alone. First Surrender Ch. 02 "This is DJ Starlight, signing off for the night, and wishing all out listeners the darkest dreams, until we meet again." She closed her laptop and sat back with a smile. She turned to look at the clock. "Wow and only midnight, yeah midnight on a Friday night and I'm home alone with only my cat to keep me company. Damn I need a life." She laughed and stroked the kitten who sat purring on her lap. She was just about to stand up when the lights went out. She froze "Oh god, not again." She thought. It had been two weeks since she woke to find the note that read "Until we meet again." The four words that had become her catch phrase for her night time radio shows. Two weeks since the night she surrendered to a man for the first time in her life. She looked around the now dark room and wished she hadn't turned off the laptop at least it would give a bit of light. "Okay I know you're here, come out or I will call the cops." She tried to sound brave and confident but her voice shook enough to give away the fear that was causing her heart to race. She reached for the phone but a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. "A DJ in black lace, I wonder how many more would tune in if they saw what I'm looking at." He growled. "Starlight, I like that, it fits you well sweetheart." His voice sent shivers down her spine, and when he pulled her close she didn't resist. She tried to make out his face but it was hidden in the shadows. "You know my name, but I don't know yours, that is not very fair." She whispered. He smiled a flash of white in the darkness. "Life isn't fair sweetheart, and I never play fair." He leaned in to capture her mouth, slipping his tongue between her lips to taste her, one hand wrapping in her long auburn hair. "Did you miss me?" he asked. She blinked in surprise, at the feeling hidden in those words, he actually sounded, well lonely. Not sure what to say she kept her mouth closed. "At least tell me your name, please?" She asked softly. "I think I deserve that much." He gently touched her cheek. "Not yet." She pulled away, "What is this just some game to you, do you like pick a different girl every night to use for your amusement?" He sighed "Would it hurt you if I said you were nothing but a toy?" She nodded, in the darkness it seemed stupid but he seemed to know what she was doing and smiled. "Think what you want Starlight, I have my reasons." He reached out and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back against him. "Do you want another lesson tonight sweetheart? And be sure to answer correctly." She blushed deeply and whispered "Yes Master." He pulled her after him down the hallway, toward the bedroom, "Do I have to tie you up tonight? Or will you be a good little submissive and follow my commands?" She shivered at his words, "I will try I guess." He stopped at the door way and turned to look at her, the soft dim light of a half-moon cast his features in shadows, the only thing truly visible was his eyes. She took a moment and a breath and met his gaze. A shiver ran through her body and the power she glimpsed within them, the restrained violence that she somehow knew would never be released on her yet made him dangerous anyway. "Uh oh I'm in trouble here." She thought. "Big trouble." "Stay here." He told and walked to the chair, taking a seat he smiled. "Now on your hands and knees and crawl to me." He growled the last words and she let a soft moan slip past her lips. "I so can't believe I'm going to do this." She thought, but she gracefully lowered to her knees, and crawled slowly across to him and knelt at his feet. Instinct told her to keep her eyes on the floor. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, and she nuzzled his hand like a cat being stroked. He laughed. "Good girl, you are a fast learner, I enjoyed that." She blushed and looked away. "I want to look at you, stand up and take off what you're wearing." He grinned. "Or would you like me to cut it off?" She had never known it was possible to blush as much as this man made her, she was still confused by the reaction she had to him and what he made her feel terrified her. She had always been a strong woman, confident, and sure of herself. In one night he had striped away her armor and left her bare, still the same person, but somehow different, more open and relaxed. It was like a door had been opened. She glanced up at him quickly, only to find him watching her. She got up and quickly removed her bra and g-string and let them fall to the floor. Standing naked before him, she crossed her arms over her chest and shivered. "Put your hands behind your head sweetheart, I want to see what is mine." She raised her arms. And jumped as her phone rang. "Answer it sweetie, its okay." She reached over and pick up the phone. "Hello?" The voice on the other end made her cringe. "How many time to I have to tell you, leave me alone Ed, I don't wanna speak with you anymore!" He watched her, and reached for the phone, she handed it to him and he left the room. She could hear him speaking in low tones then hanging up. He walked back in and took his seat in the chair. "What did you say to him?" she asked. "Nothing really, I simply told him you were my property and he would not like it if I found out he contacted you again." She looked at him and tilted her head, but remained silent "Lie down on the bed sweetheart, and spread your legs for me." He whispered with a low growl, she shivers as it washed over her. Need to argue and tell him no fought with the desire to please him, "Why?" He smiled, "Because I want to watch you touch that pussy, now lay down." She smiled, thinking okay that's not so bad I guess. She moved to the side of the bed and laid back, turning so she was facing him as she leaned back onto her pink satin pillows and spread her pale thighs. Deciding to give him a little pay back she moved her hand slowly over her neck and down between her breast, knowing his gaze was fixed on her hand, she trailed her fingers down over her stomach, circling her belly button ring once before moving down to rest it on her thigh. He growled, "Fucking tease." He reached out and smacked her pussy, the sting making her clit throb. She jumped in surprise and pleasure. "Oh did my little slut like that? Touch your pussy Starlight, show your Master how wet you are." She spread her thighs a little more and ran one finger down her pink slit, amazed to find that she was soaked with the proof of her desires, she blushed deeply. "Good girl, now slide two fingers into that tight hole." She shivered a bit, but did as asked, moaning softly as her fingers invaded her body and were gripped by the hot wet walls of her pussy. He reached down and pinched her clit. Her body exploded, her hips arching off the bed as the orgasm ripped through her, leaving her panting and limp on the bed. He smiled, "Slide your fingers out sweetheart and suck them clean, I want you to taste the sweetness of your cum." Her eyes flew open at his demand, and she opened her mouth to object. "Do it starlight, it will please me." She sighed and brought her fingers to her lips. Slowly sliding one finger into her mouth she sucked softly on it, tasting herself on it before pulling it out and doing the same to the other. "Now there's a good girl." He smiled. She moaned softly at his praise. "Do I get a reward?" she asked. He laughed lightly, "No you get to slide those fingers back into your pussy and fuck it like you would my cock, and this time, you must ask me for permission to come. "A...ask? Are you kidding me?" She laughed. "I'm not going to ask you if I can cum." He slapped her mound again. She jumped as his fingers made contact with her clit. "Want to try that again, that is not how you answer me slut, say it right." She was surprised by the harsh tone in his voice, and knew if she wanted to avoid whatever evil punishment he would come up with that she had better do as he commanded. "Yes Master." She whispered. Her hand slid back to her pussy, her fingers sliding into the wetness then out again. "Oh God!" she moaned, knowing this wouldn't last, the pleasure already building from her touch and the heat of his gaze on her. She had never known that being watched could be so erotic. She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of her tight hole, faster and harder, imagining what his hard cock would feel like filling her. She was shaking, her orgasm coming quickly. "Don't forget to ask sweetheart." He whispered. She whimpered softly and he laughed. "Use your other hand to pinch your clit. She reached down and closed her clit between her fingers. Her body jumped at the shock of pleasure it gave her. She began to fuck herself faster, pinching her clit until she couldn't stand it anymore and cried out. "Please, oh god Master I need to cum please may I cum?" Her voice low and sensual. "Cum slut" he ordered. She screamed as she came, the walls of her tight cunt contracting around her fingers and soaking them with each wave. It was by far the hardest orgasm she had ever had, as the waves finally subsided she lay panting for breath and shivering. He sat beside her and ran his fingers through her hair. "Such a good girl, you enjoyed that didn't you, see its so much better when you just surrender to my will isn't it? She smiled sleepily and mumbled "Yes Master, your will." before sleep overtook her. He smiled at his girl as he watched her sleep. "I will own you sweetheart, body, mind and soul, you will surrender all to me before in done with you." Glancing at the clock he saw it was time to take his leave. She stretched and yawned, knowing without looking that he was gone. "Damn him, this is getting old." She got up and looked in the mirror, her hair was a mess from last nights play, her skin still has the rosy flush from pleasure. She smiled and shook her head. "I lead a double life. Sweet innocent D.j by day, sexual toy by night." She sighed and wondered if it would be two more weeks before her shadow loved returned to her. "Hey shadow lover I like that." She stretched and grabbed her brush off the night stand and headed for the living room, trying to work the knots from her hair. She stopped and smiled, sitting on her laptop was a blue rosebud and a note. "So he's a romantic at heart, who would have guessed." She laughed and unfolded the note. Written in his neat handwriting were five words. "Until we meet again. Darius" First Surrender Ch. 03 The bass from the speakers shook the table, splashing her Pepsi onto its already sticky surface "Damn it!" She sighed as she scooted her chair back and grabbed some napkins to mop up the mess. "What's wrong Star?" Her friend Jess yelled over the tunes, "You just don't seem all here tonight. So spill girl." Star sighed, "I don't know honey, just kinda off tonight, I think I'm gonna call it a night." Jess shook her head, "I finally get you out of the house for the first time in a month, get you into that miniskirt and hooker heels and you're going bail on me? Girl you've got a line of guys halfway across the room begging to dance with you. What's going on with you lately, what are you hiding?" Star smiled, "Sorry girl, I guess I've just outgrown the whole club scene, anyway I have a shift in the morning. " Jess clapped her hands. "Did you get it?" Star laughed and held up a tape "Yup Jamie gave me the mixes when we got here. Tomorrows show is gonna rock! Anyway hun I'm gonna jet, give me a call tomorrow." She grabbed her purse, gave Jess a quick kiss on the cheek and made her exit. Pushing the door open, she took a deep breath of the cool fresh air. "Thank god, any more of that and my brain would have vibrated right out my ears." She thought as the silence of the night washed over her. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey Star, you heading home?" She glanced up at the voice and smiled at Chris. The bouncer was leaning against the wall, smoke in his hand. "You need a ride babe?" Star blew him a kiss. "No, thanks for the offer Chris but it's only a few blocks if I cut thought the park." He made a catching movement. "Caught and saved for later darling, you be safe." She waved and headed out across the parking lot, her heels clicking on the concrete. She cringed. "Why did I wear these? God the things women do to look good." She pulled down her short skirt and ducked under the bar that blocked the driveway to the park. The park was clothed in shadows; she looked around nervously and grabbed her pepper spray out of her purse. "Better safe then sorry." She whispered as she headed down the path. She shivered as a cool breeze rustled the leaves on the ground around her. "Yeah silk stockings are so not warm. Damn Jess for talking me into this outfit." Though she had to admit she looked hot. Short plaid shirt and a white lace up top that accented her cleavage nicely. Three inch heels, clicked with every step she took. Crickets sang in the long grass on either side of the path, somewhere in the trees a screech owl called. The sounds of the night were soothing after the bass and music of the club. Crack! She stumbled, her hands breaking the fall. "Son of a bitch!" She climbed back to her feet and brushed off the hands, looking at the abrasions. "Please no blood please no blood." She whispered and looked away just in case, a little dizzy at the thought of seeing her own blood. She looked down at her shoes; sure enough one heel was bent at awkward angle. "Well shit." She sighed and hobbled over to the bench on the side of the path. Taking off her heels she wiggled her toes, smiling at the way they felt encased in silk. Her black heels were ruined, one bent, the other completely gone. "Damn, looks like I finish this barefoot." She looked around to make sure there was no one around, and stood up, not wanting to ruin her new silk stockings; she lifted her skirt and unhooked the stockings from the garter belt. She sat back down and propped one leg up on the bench and slowly slid the silk down her leg, revealing soft pale skin. It seemed that even the crickets were watching her, and silence washed over the park. "Well I guess I could have picked a bench under a light." She thought. Sliding the other stocking off slowly, she folded them and put them in her purse. "Uh oh." She looked around, realizing that she had lost her pepper spray when she fell. A glint of silver caught her eye, lying in the grass next to where she had fallen. She put her feet down, shivering as they touched the cold ground. "Barefoot in January, oh yeah that's smart." She began to stand up when hands closed on her shoulders, pushing her back onto the bench. "Hello sweetheart." His voice growled in her ear. "Darius." She breathed. She leaned her head back, her golden eyes meeting his. "How is it that his eyes stand out even in the dark?" She wondered. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Pity about the heels Starlight, you looked very sexy in them." She gasped, wondering how long he had been watching her. "You do know stalking is illegal right?" He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding over her legs. He held her close. A little shocked by his actions, she just sat there trying to hold her body still against his hard chest. He smiled. "Relax for a moment darling, this is where you belong, and I had the need to hold you." She smiled at his words, loving the contrast between this sweet side and usual dominate side he showed her. She slowly allowed herself to relax, her eyes closing, lashes resting on her cheeks, dark against the pale skin. She sighed softly, her head resting over his heart, its steady beat almost hypnotic. "Mine." She whispered softly. He stiffened at her soft word. She felt it and moved to look at his face, the blush rising quickly. "I...I'm sorry, I um I didn't mean that." He smiled. "Its okay sweetheart." He stroked her hair gently. "One night every once in awhile is all I can offer you right now, maybe one day it will be more, but I can't promise that." She blinked back tears, amazed that she felt like she did. "I can live with that. I just don't want you to leave." He pulled her closer. "Relax sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere." She sighed contently. "Mine" He grinned and answered "yours." She opened her mouth to ask him a question, but before she could speak he covered her lips with his and slipped his tongue into the velvet softness, tasting her sweetness. His fingers tangled in her hair, freeing it from the clips that held it, as he pulled her head back and moved his mouth to her neck, nibbling softly. She shivered and moaned softly. He pulled away. "Stand up sweetheart." He whispered as he stood and pulled her to her feet. She shivered as her feet met the frozen ground. He pulled her roughly against him and slanted his lips over hers. This wasn't a nice gentle kiss, this was a possession and she moaned softly as his tongue slipped into stroke hers. He broke the kiss, leaving her a little weak in the knees. "Problems standing there sweetie?" He chuckled. She blushed and looked away. "The um, ground is cold." She whispered. He just smiled and took her hand, pulling her off the concrete path and into the darkness of the trees. The grass made a crunching sound under her bare feet. "Where are we...?" She trailed off as her feet touched hard packed dirt and she realized he was leading her onto one of the hiking paths that ran through the woods. "Hey, my house is the other way." She stopped, but he tugged on her wrist and forced her to follow him deeper into the shadows. "Yes I know, but we are not going to your house tonight, I have other plans." He said softly. They walked a bit farther until they reached the spot where the trees opened into a small clearing, and she gasped. The open spot was ringed with candles, their flames flickering and dancing on the ground and trees. The icy ground glittering in the soft light. She looked at him, finally after all this time able to see his full features. He smiled at her and looked at the tree that stood in the center of the clearing. She followed his gaze and her breath caught at the sight of the rope hanging over a lower branch. He smiled. "Your not going to like murder me and hang me from that tree are you?" She asked, only half joking. He smiled and caressed her cheek. "I would never hurt you, at least not in a way you didn't enjoy. Calm down sweetheart, you trust me don't you? And you know how I want you to answer." She looked up at him then back at the tree and shivered. "Yes Master, I trust you." She allowed him to take her wrist and lead her close to the tree until she stood under the rope. "Lift your arms and close your eyes sweetheart." He whispered in her ear. She smiled and raised her arms. He tied the rope around her wrists and pulled on the other end, forcing her up onto her toes before tying it around the tree trunk and walking to stand in front of her. "Comfortable?" He laughed. She opened her eyes and glared at him, feeling the strain on her arms. "No it really isn't." She replied. He said nothing, just bent down to pick up her purse and remove on of the stockings. "We can't have anyone hearing you scream now can we?" He asked as he rolled it into a ball. "Open your mouth." She blinked at him then slowly opened her mouth. He pushed the ball of silk between her teeth. "There all better now you can scream all you want." She mumbled behind the makeshift gag as he reached up and pulled on one of the laces holding her top together. She inhaled slowly as he unlaced it, kissing the soft pale skin as it was revealed to his hungry gaze. His hands skimmed down her sides, sliding her skirt and thong down over her hips and letting it fall to pool around her feet. He pulled the ribbon from her shirt, running his hand over her chest and around the back of her neck, the ribbon sliding over her skin. He smiled as he tied it around her throat. "A collar for my kitten." He smiled. She blinked in surprise. "Kitten?" She thought. "How does he know about that?" The fact that kitten was a Dj persona she had used in the past was commonly known to people online, but not to many she knew in real life. Then his lips closed around her nipple and it just didn't matter anymore. A cold wind blew through the clearing and the candles went out. She shivered as it caressed her naked flesh, a vivid contrast to the warmth of his hands as they gently explored her body. He stepped back to look at her, naked but for her shirt that hung open exposing her perfect breasts to the cool nights kiss. Her eyes watched him, just a hint of defiance glinting in them. He kept his eyes on hers as he slowly removed his clothing. She watched him strip and curled her nails into her palms wanting so badly to touch him but not able with how he had her suspended. She made a soft low sound when his jeans hit the ground. Her eyes locked on his hard cock, heat pooling between her legs at the sight. "Oh, do you like what you see Star?" He asked. Her face flushed bright red and she looked away. He laughed. "There is no shame in liking to watch darling." He growled as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke it slowly. "You already know that I like to watch." She nodded slowly. He reached out his free hand to probe gently between her thighs, seeking out the damp heat that proved her arousal. She moaned behind the gag, parting her legs as much as she was able to while on tiptoe. His fingers pinched her clit then slid back to find her hot tight entrance. "Mm so wet for me already slut." He growled. "Do you want me to take you tonight, to use you as I see fit?" She nodded quickly and he smiled. "Such an impatient little kitten you are." He sank down to his knees and lifted her, till her legs rested on his shoulder and she lay open to him. His tongue flicked over her clit and she shuddered. His teeth closed on sensitive flesh and she cried out, the sound muffled by the silk of her stockings. He growled and pulled on her clit with his teeth holding it for a moment before letting it go. She shivered. He looked up at her, "Do you want the gag removed, remember though you have to be quiet." She nodded, pleading with her eyes. He reached up and pulled it from her mouth. "Thank you Master." She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, looking down to watch him between her thighs. He shifted to readjust her weight on his shoulders and looked up. His eyes met hers as he dragged his tongue up her wet slit. She let her head fall back, eyes closing with pleasure. "Mm please." She practically purred the words. He laughed softly and slid two fingers into her tight pussy as his lips closed around her clit and sucked softly. Her hips bucked against his mouth in a plea for more. He nibbled softly at her clit, his fingers working in and out of her soft moist hole, feeling the walls grip at his fingers as he slid them out then plunged them back in. "Master, please." "Come for me, sweetheart." He murmured as his fingers moved inside her. She gasped and arched her back as he caressed her, crying out when his mouth captured her clit again. He flicked his tongue over it. At the same time, his fingers coaxed her, urging her toward completion. She tensed her breath coming in soft pants and he knew she was going to climax; he lifted his head and watched her face. Her lips were parted, her lids lowered, her gaze fixed on him. With a shudder and a soft cry, she came. He continued stroking her, not letting up until she cried out that she couldn't take anymore. He pulled away and whispered. "God, you're sexy." He looked and traced a finger down the damp center of her pussy. "And so wet for me." She felt raw and exposed. The slightest movement of air brushing across her skin just about made her scream. He moved away and rose to his feet, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek. An overwhelming urge came over her, to tell him those three words lodged in her heart and soul. "I love you." No. It was too soon. She wouldn't push for things he couldn't give her yet. There was no doubt in her mind that she was his, she just had to take it a little slower and convince him that she was what he needed. Knowing there was something she was holding back but not wanting word to ruin the moment, he brushed his lips over hers. She sighed, her warm breath fanning over his mouth. He ran his tongue along her lower lip, then caught it gently between his teeth and caressed the captured flesh with his tongue. Soft cries rose from her throat as he released her mouth and grabbed her ass to lift her off the ground. "Wrap your legs around me Star." He growled. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his hands clenching her hips. Her eyes closed. "Make love to me." She murmured as his hard cock pressed hard against her slit. He moved slowly, teasing her body and her senses. "I am, sweetheart." He saw her eyes were closed, "Look at me." His voice came out in a rough growl. "Watch me fuck you." She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled his hips back and thrust into her tight sheath. "Oh god! You're so tight." He spoke between clenched teeth, as he pulled back and thrust into her again. She begged him for more, urging him on. In tune with her desire, He plunged his cock into her, burying himself as deep as he could go. Grasping her hips tighter, he took her hard and fast. Her breasts bounced with every thrust as she clenched him between her thighs, her head back and her lips parted. It felt so good having him pounding inside. "Yes!" She cried. "Harder. Faster. Harder!" She twisted and screamed as another violent orgasm seized her, her body feeling as though it had exploded into a million stars. "Star..." He thrust into her a few more times and then shouted her name again as he shuddered with his own climax. He clenched her hips as he pulsated inside her his cock throbbing and jerking as his semen spilled inside her. He held her against his chest; panting and feeling her body's shaking slowly subside. Her legs fell from around his waist and he smiled. "Stand still sweetheart and I will let you down." He stepped back from her, stopping just long enough to caress her cheek before removing the rope. He moved quickly to catch her when her knees gave out and cradled her in his arms. She smiles up at him. "That was wonderful Master." She purred. He carried her to the blanket he had laid in the grass and laid her down while he retrieved their clothing. He slowly dressed before he returned to her side. "I'm glad you enjoyed it doll." He smiled and gently ran his fingers over her stomach, laughing softly when she wiggled. He gently helped her dress before pulling her to her feet and folding the blanket and untying the rope from the tree. "Come sweetheart; let's get you out of this cold." She didn't feel the cold on her bare feet as she followed him back to the concrete path. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and she snuggled close as they walked the last block to her door. Standing in the soft glow of her porch light he smiled and reached into his pocket. "Goodnight sweetheart, sleep well and dream of me." He whispered as he slid a blue rose into her hair then kissed her softly. She smiled. "Goodnight love, until we meet again." She turned and entered her house, blowing him a kiss as she slowly closed the door. She looked out the small window beside the door, watching him vanish into the shadows before she sank to the floor with a smile. "Until then Darius, until then." She whispered. First Surrender Ch. 04 She tapped her nails on her desk waiting for Lilly to give her to okay. "Finally." She sighed as she hit play on her program and the sexy voice of Lilly's boyfriend flowed from her speakers. Some found it strange that her intro for her evening radio show was the voice of her best friend's boyfriend but she refused to have it made by anyone else. After all it did fit her so well. Her eyes scanned over the screen, keeping track of the incoming requests as she decided what she would say. Taking a breath she turned on her microphone and in the soft sexy voice that made her one of the stations top Djs she spoke softly, " Good evening all my darling deviants, you are now in the realm of silk and sin, so sit back and enjoy." After listing the chat rooms she was in and other things she had to say she turned off the microphone and sat back in her chair. "It's going to be one of those nights, I can see it now." she shook her head, watching the normal parade of idiots and ass kissers that seems to be the norm in these rooms. A smile spread as a message from Lilly popped up on her screen. "Hey Star, remember that guy that used to dj for us? The one you had a crush on? Well guess who just came on." Star blinked at the screen, looking through the channels to find his name. There it was, the man she had lusted over after her shadow lover had vanished, the thought of Darius brought a sigh, how she missed him and the things he made her feel. It had been months since the night he had kissed her on her doorstep and she was sure that part of her life was over. "Okay off that mind frame, it's his loss after all." she murmured to herself. Placing her hands on the keyboard, she typed out a greeting to Mal "hello there darling, long time no see. Where did you vanish too?" She smiled when he called her kitten and said he had missed her. The time flew as they talked, as her show drew to a close he said his goodbyes and she spoke for the last time. "This is DJ Starlight, signing off for the night, and wishing all our listeners the darkest dreams, until we meet again." She laughed at Mal's last comment before he left, that's right sweetheart, until we meet again. She turned off the laptop, and sat back in the silence of her living room. She jumped, nearly falling over backwards as her cat leaped onto her shoulder. "Well hello there Jinkz, trying to tell me its bedtime?" the sleek black cat jumped down and walked toward the bedroom, stopping to meow at her. "Okay okay fuzzy lets go." She followed the cat into the bedroom, sitting on her bed to remove her shoes before grabbing her robe, running her fingers down Jinkz's back as she headed into the bathroom craving a hot bath full of bubbles. As the steam and scent of vanilla filled the room, she slipped out of her clothes and submerged herself in the hot water, a sigh of pure pleasure passing her lips. "Oh that's nice." grabbing her headphones she sank into the water and lost herself in the music. She woke with a shiver, the water cool; she nearly jumped from the tub and grabbed a fluffy towel. "Wow I must have been tired" she said with a yawn. Drying her body and applying her lotion she sang softly to herself. "Jinkz, kitty kitty?" Walking into her bedroom she was surprised that the cat was not curled up in the middle of the bed. "Where are you kitty, I'm not getting up to let you in if you don't get your ass in....... "She trailed off as her eyes locked on her pillow and the single blue rose lying there. Memories flooded back, feelings she had tried to push away and drown in anger rushed to the surface and the tears began to fall. She sat on the edge of her bed holding that rose, looking around for any sign he was there but knowing somehow that she was alone in the room. "Damn it Darius, why..." She spoke to the shadows as she laid her head on her pillow and cried herself to sleep. She jerked awake and looked at the clock, with a growl she rolled back over and pulled the blanket over her head. "3 a.m. why am I awake at 3 am?" She sighed and tried to relax, to shut her mind off enough to drift back to sleep. "Perhaps your body knew I was here?" a voice spoke. "My rose made you cry sweetheart, I didn't intend that." Darius spoke to her in a soft whisper. Star sat up and glared at him. "Get out!" She growled, "I don't want you here I'm done with the games and I'm done with being nothing more then a toy." She bit her lip to hold back the tears that burned her eyes and threatened to spill down her cheeks. "Please leave," she whispered as she rolled over and curled into a small ball under her blanket. His fingers tangled in her hair and turned her to face him. "I'm not leaving kitten, now come here." He slid his arms under her and pulled her up onto his lap. "I'm sorry I wasn't here, but life happened, we both had things we needed to deal with before anything could continue." He held her close and kissed the top of her head softly. She tried hard to remain stiff against his chest, wanting to be angry at him, wanting to lash out and scream at him for hurting her, for making her cry. But in the end her heart won and she relaxed in his arms. He smiled against her hair. "Still my kitten?" he asked softly. She lifted her head to look into his ocean colored eyes and smiled as he wiped away her tears. "Yes Master, always." He leaned down and kissed her, his mouth taking possession of hers, demanding her submission, she moaned into the kiss, his taste and the feel of his lips decadence more sinful then anything she could remember and she indulged fully in the pleasure it gave her. He broke the kiss and looked down into her eyes as he turned and laid her back on the bed, stretching out beside her as he pulled her into his arms. "Sleep sweetheart." She looked at him and whimpered softly. He placed a finger over her lips and whispered, "Hush kitten I will be here when you wake." She smiled and closed her eyes, content to sleep in the safety of his arms for the first time. A single ray of sunlight found it way through the curtains and streaked across her face. With a growl she rolled over and put the pillow over her head, wanting to sleep for another week. Darius. She sat up and looked around, had she just imagined last night? Had it just been a wonderful dream? She smiled as she saw the shirt lying on her chair. So it wasn't a dream. She hopped out of bed and wrapped her body in her red satin robe and walked into the living room. She smiled as she saw him in her chair, typing away with Jinkz purring happily on his lap. It was funny how easily he seemed to fit into her normal life. She walked silently over to stand behind him and blinked in shock when she glanced at the screen. "You're, oh my god you ass!" She slapped his shoulder as he laughed and the cat jumped from his lap. "Why didn't you just tell me that you were Mal? Do you have any idea how long I lusted over you?" He laughed more and pulled her down onto his lap. "About as long as I did over you would be my guess sweetheart. See I told you the first night that I had listened to you and watched you, I called you kitten and you never put it together." he held her close and nuzzled her hair. The computer beeped and they both looked up to see a message from Lilly pop up. "About damn time you figured it out lol sorry I couldn't tell you he made me promise. Now get your asses off the computer and go be together." They both laughed and turned to look at one another, she leaned in and softly pressed her lips to his, whispering softly against them. "Mine." He smiled against her lips and pulled her closer. Sliding her off his lap, he stood and took her hand, leading her down the hall to her bedroom. He closed the door and looked at her, "I want you on your knees Star, by the foot of the bed, without the robe, as sexy as it looks." Star looked at him with a soft smile as she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor; his sharp intake of breath and the whisper of the satin were the only sounds in the room. "Yes Master" she said softly as she stepped closer to the bed and lowered to her knees. He smiled at her and picked up a blue duffle bag from beside the chair. Star wondered how she had missed that and what he had in store for her today. She wiggled a bit at the thought closing her thighs to hide her growing wetness. She closed her eyes and pictured the last time they had been together, in the park and a soft purring sound crossed her lips. The sting of a crop on her ass brought her back to reality. "I asked you a question my little slut," He sat in the chair and pointed to the floor in front of him. She crawled over to kneel at his feet, a blush creeping up as she muttered under her breath, " what am I a dog?" the growl he made let her know that he had heard her. "Face down, on my lap." he growled. She started to object but thought better of it. She hesitated for a moment knowing what was coming. Darius raised his eyebrow. "Now." "Yes, Sir." With his help, she positioned herself over his lap. His hand lingered gently on the curve of her ass for only a moment before she felt the first sharp slap of his open hand against her ass. She yelped and squirmed, but he pushed his arm down on her back and spanked her again...and again. The pain was sharp and sweet. The vibrations rocked her cunt and made it tingle. It plumped her clit and made her so hot she wondered how there wasn't smoke coming from between her legs. The rapid succession of his hand on her ass warmed her skin and made sob out a plea for more. Her ass throbbed under the spanking, growing hot and sore. Her pussy ached with desire. She whimpered, begging him not to stop. He spanked her again. "Cum my little slut" His voice sound heavy, labored and very aroused. Star moaned his name as she came; he learned down and growled into her ear "Harder." The waves of her orgasm had her body shaking as she moaned and wiggled on his lap. He stopped smacking her ass. The spankings became caresses as he gently stroked her reddened and heated skin. "You liked that, didn't you?" His fingers delved between her cheeks and over her swollen, aching pussy. She knew they came away wet. "Answer me. Tell me the truth." "Yes Master," she admitted softly, a blush rising to her cheeks. "A little pain with the pleasure can be nice, can't it? It's the brilliant edge of the sweetness. You have come a long way in such a short time Star, I am very proud of you." He smiled down at her. He eased a finger inside her pussy and she jerked and moaned. God, just one finger inside her seemed like enough to make her come again right there on his lap. "You're so hot, Star. So hot and tight. I can't wait to get my cock in here. You want my cock in this sweet pussy my little slut?" "Yes Sir," she panted. She knew she was only a touch away from begging him to take her, to use her like he had before, and she knew that he knew it. "Later, kitten, later." He removed his finger and helped her to stand. "Back on your knees. And pay attention this time or you will not like the next punishment." She walked back and kneeled again at the foot of the bed. He handed her a hair tie "Ponytail" he whispered in her ear then bit her earlobe softly. She moaned his name, a soft plea for more, he just laughed and watched her put her hair up. Once her hair was off her neck he slid a black leather collar around her throat and locked it into place. "Hands behind your back." She placed her hands behind her back, wrists together as she has seen girls do at the club her friend had taken her to. He smiled, "such a good girl." She felt the cuffs close around her wrists as he tapped her ass with his crop once more. "Head down ass in the air slut, show me that sweet pussy." She leaned forward slowly, spreading her legs for balance since she didn't have her hands to steady herself, she rested her cheek on the soft blue carpet, and tried not to voice the comment running through her head, she closed her eyes to hide the embarrassment at the fact that he could see how wet and ready she was for him. She opened her eyes and saw him lock a restraint around the footboard of the bed. She closed her eyes again and waited. She felt a tug on the collar and looked up as he drug a finger along her soaking wet pussy, then smacked it softly. She shivered and he laughed. "Try to raise your head Star." He said softly, she did and found that she couldn't move more then about two inches. " yes you are attached to the end of the bed, and you will be used for my pleasure kitten, you are not allowed to speak unless its your safe word, if you cant speak you remember to tap three times understand?" he asked softly. "Yes Master I understand." She whispered. She heard him walk back to the chair and the snaps of a case opening. "Wha...." She started to speak then closed her mouth. She knew Darius would never do anything to hurt her in a way she didn't like but not knowing what was coming was driving her crazy. She heard him plug something in and shivered, fear rising, as acidic taste in the back of her throat. He stepped over to stand beside her and ran his nails over her back "Shhh little one I promise you will enjoy this, tell me kitten have you ever felt a violet wand?" She jerked against the leash, "No Master and to be honest I never wanted to, I'm not into being shocked." He laughed and flicked the switch; she heard the soft sound of the motor and cringed waiting for the pain. He leaned down and slipped a piece of metal into her anklet, she tried to jerk away and he swatted her ass. "Still!" She froze in place, her breathing harsh and fast to her own ears. "We will start low, kitten don't be scared." He said softly in a soothing tone, much like you would speak to a frightened child. She heard the wand turn off then felt a cold strange feeling as something was lightly pulled across her back repeatedly, it felt like the falls of a flogger only not. "Open your eyes kitten." She did so and saw what had been touching her, a metal flogger. He dangled it in front of her face with a wicked grin on his own. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded, knowing it was a lie and that she really wasn't. He flicked the switch back on and very quickly just once touched her back with the flogger, electricity crackled and she jumped, more from the sound then pain. He swatted her ass to remind her to stay still; she froze again, holding her breath, as he touched her once more with the metal. The feeling was something she couldn't describe if she had to. It burned and tickled at the same time. He moved away and took something out of the bag, when he returned to her side she tried to see what he was doing but he stayed out of her line of sight. Suddenly the feel of metal claws raking down her back made her moan his name, as the motor started again she cried out as the claws send sparks over her skin, the feeling was ecstasy. Over the next hour, though it felt like days he tortured her with the wand and as many implements as he could come up with, finally he released her and lifted her onto the bed. "Did you enjoy that kitten?" he asked softly. She smiled at him and nodded, still unable to speak. "He laughed and pinched her nipple. She arched off the bed a moan crossing her lips. "Hmm not so sated after all are you?" he leaned over and whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her flesh. His voice was raw, carnal lust. "I'm going to taste you first, Star. Every soft, slick, sweet inch of this delectable pussy is mine now. And I promise you'll never forget it." She screamed a second later as his tongue plunged inside her. There were no gentle preliminaries, no warning. She was empty, then she was filled, his tongue stroking inside her as his hands gripped her ass and lifted her to his mouth. He sucked at the juices that flowed from her, hummed his approval of her taste and her response against her clit until she was begging, screaming. She was dying in need of him. "Please, Master." Her hands gripped the comforter with desperate hands. "Please now. I can't stand it any longer." He moaned against her flesh, his tongue suddenly flaying her clit, lashing at it with devilish greed as the pleasure grew and grew toward the explosion that would rip through her and destroy her mind. Her eyes widened, her lips opened to scream but all that emerged was a hoarse, brittle cry as her orgasm built, exploded through her with a force that left her convulsing, her muscles locking in desperate sensation as he came over her. "You're not finished yet, kitten." She felt the broad head of his cock press against the tender opening of her pussy, and while the spasms of her climax echoed through the clenching flesh, felt him begin to push inside her. "Damn." He grimaced almost painfully as she arched, a throttled scream tearing from her throat as fiery pleasure-pain assaulted the muscles of her pussy as he began to stretch them open. "You're so fucking tight, baby." She couldn't stand it. She couldn't survive it. She felt every inch of his erection as it tunneled inside her, stretching apart unused muscles, stroking nerve endings she didn't know she possessed. The previous climax wasn't given time to die away or to abate before he began building the next one. Star stared up at him, her eyes locked with his, bemusement whipping through her as she gasped, tried to beg but could only cry out as he shifted against her and wedged tighter and deeper inside her. "You feel like wet silk. Hot, tight wet silk." His voice was a hoarse rumble as he breathed roughly above her, but his words...his words had her pussy convulsing around him as more of her juices eased his way. Retreat, reenter. Retreat, reenter. Pulsing, throbbing strokes opened her tender flesh as he thrust his cock inside her. In and out, probing, deepening, wringing gasping screams from her throat as each stroke drove her higher. "Oh, baby," he whispered as he lowered his head, kissing her lips, her neck. "Do you know how good this feels? Your pussy tightening around me, milking me like an erotic little mouth, sucking me in even as it tries to force me out." His voice was so deep, so rough it was like a physical caress, stroking over her, inside her. She bucked against him, driving him deeper as they both moaned in rapture. "Hold on to me, sweetheart," he whispered at her ear then. "I'm going to take all of you now. Every. Sweet. Fucking. Inch." She screamed as he drove inside her the last few inches, filling her to the hilt with heat and hardness, with fiery pleasure and the rasp of pain. One hand held her hip as the other lifted her closer to his chest as he began to move. This wasn't fucking. She didn't know what it was, how she was supposed to describe it, but this wasn't what she had done with any other man. This was primal, elemental. She hung on to his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh as each stroke seared her cunt and set her clit on fire. She moved beneath him, pushing against each thrust, driving him deeper inside her as she writhed on the impalement. "Yes," he hissed at her ear. "Fuck me back, baby." His hips rotated, his pelvis stroking against her clit as a white, bright light began to glow at the edge of her vision. She couldn't stand it. She couldn't breathe, she wouldn't survive the pleasure. "Fuck me," he snarled at her ear again as he began to fuck her harder, driving inside her, pushing her higher as she slammed her hips back at him. "Master. Daruis, please...oh God... Master, it's too good...too good..." She felt the crescendo rising inside her. Her womb tightened, her clit began to pound with a steady hard throb until she exploded. She felt herself come apart in his arms, over and over again. It wasn't a single, terrifying explosion, but multitudes of them washing over her, convulsing her entire body beneath him as a strangled cry wailed from her throat. Another hard thrust as she heard him groan, his head lowering, his hips driving his cock deeper, harder, and she felt the first torrential explosion of his semen inside her. Each hard blast of his release had her shuddering in renewed pleasure as it echoed within her own climax.