0 comments/ 5181 views/ 2 favorites My Lord By: FlickHer Taking a break from a hectic day, I sit and think of ways that I can truly show you, my wonderful Dom, that you are the all-consuming thought in my life. You are always thinking of me, showing me through your Domination that I can trust you. You demonstrate daily that I chose the right man to give all of me to, the most deserving man to receive my submission. You are my one match, you own all of me. What I have come up with, Sir, is a little quiet time in our room. I was going to use our play space, but as I plan on pampering and worshiping you, it doesn't feel right to me to use the space that is yours alone to control. Please Sir, relax, and let me guide the show tonight. I want you to feel the value I have for you. I want there to be no doubt in your mind. Please, Sir, come with me to our room now. I have everything ready... I guide you to our bed, and ask you to sit at it's the edge. I get on my knees behind you and begin to, very lightly, trail my fingers over your skin. I breathe warmly as I pass over each area. I feel you shiver, and grin as I place a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. I stroke my hands over your back, starting way down low. Then slowly brushing them upward with gentle pressure along the top of your shoulder blades, towards your neck, where I trace light spirals with just the tips of my fingers. I begin placing feather lite kisses right along the base of your spine. Slowly moving from side-to-side and working my way upwards. Always alternating between kisses, and teasing touches with my tongue. I near your neck, as I approach it my kisses are placed closer together, and my tongue is licking more eagerly. I gradually near your earlobe which I pull gently between my teeth. I then dart away to your neck again, placing soft, sucking, kisses on it. I go around your neck to the other ear, again with a light tug, and then just grazing the earlobe with my tongue tip. My hands continue to lightly stroke any skin that can be reached. I eventually work my around to your chest. I slide around to your side, to watch your face while I explore. I reach for your hand, bringing it to my mouth - I start at each fingertip, and lick and suck my way to your palm, where I trace lightly with my tongue tip before working my way up your arm. At your inner elbow, I pause while I do little circles again with my tongue (such a sensitive area). I do the same with your other arm, then move on to your chest. My palms open and I stroke you, up to your face, where I gently hold you and kiss you. I slide my tongue into your mouth, finding yours, and stroking it. Our tongues begin tangling, as I struggle to smother a moan rising up from my throat. As the heat, the passion, between us bursts into flame. I then slowly, so slowly, drag my tongue away from your mouth. I trail my tongue down over your jawline to a nipple, lightly flicking it and circling it, drawing it into my mouth. Gently using my teeth, I pinch it just a little, holding it between my teeth as I flick my tongue over it. I move onto the other, hungry to taste all of you. After paying proper attention to both nipples, my hands stroke down over your tummy, my tongue following eagerly behind. At this point, I can no longer reach everything from my position on the bed. So, I scurry onto my knees at your feet. I lift your feet, one at a time, onto my lap. I gently massage them, first with my hands and then light touches with my tongue. I slowly work my way up your legs, leaving no spot untouched. Wanting to enjoy all of you, and to let you see how much I truly value you, appreciate you, and want you. Like none other. I want to show you how you should be worshiped and loved. Finishing a very thorough exploration of your legs, I reach that glorious cock of yours. I look up towards you, watching your eyes as I slowly flick out my tongue and take one very cautious taste of just the very tip. Seeing your eyes widen, your pupils dilate, I grin. I then slide my tongue down the shaft, so slowly, swirling it around your balls and sucking them into my mouth in turn. Taking another quick peek at you, I see you watching carefully, your chest rising and falling rapidly. I slowly trip my tongue down along the seam beneath your balls, licking and sucking at the point that your balls meet the seam. When you are writhing from that pleasure, I pull away. I take my tongue back up your shaft, swirl it around your head, then place kisses on your shaft as I work my way back to your balls. I begin to work my way along the seam again, soon reaching your cheeks. I lightly tease into the crevice with my tongue, feeling your legs twitch and tremble on either side of my head. I gently lift your legs a little, giving me greater access to your anus. I flatten my tongue against it, licking it straight back to your bag again. Noticing how your bag tightened at that, I go back to the anus and with just the tip of my tongue I begin making circles around it. Gradually the circles get smaller and smaller until I am swirling my tongue just a tiny bit into you. I tease a little more and then come back up along your shaft, swirl my tongue around your tip and then take you fully into me. Oh heaven, delicious meat. I slide my mouth up and down your shaft, sucking hard on the way down, letting my teeth grip at your base with a little firmness. One hand is stroking your bag while my other is on your shaft, following my mouth on its journey up and down. I go down the length of you hard and fast and then slowly bring my mouth back to your tip. I use my tongue tip to gently tease into your opening then quickly open wide and gulp you back into me. Loving the feel of you stretching my throat, I moan deep down, hearing your murmur of satisfaction when you feel the vibrations. At this point, Sir, I can no longer hide my hunger to have you filling me. I stand and lift my dress over my head, with nothing under it to stand in my way. I turn away from you, and slowly lower my hungry pussy onto your cock. Gasping as the head penetrates; I clench my teeth and catch my breath, then force my way all the way down. My back arching as I enjoy the sudden fullness, my clit throbbing forward. I reach down between my legs, and begin to stroke myself. Occasionally I reach for your bag and massage it, before going back to rubbing my clit. Our breathing becomes synchronized, the panting loud in the room. I am lifting myself up slowly, and driving back down fast. Your gentle hands are on my hips, helping to guide my rhythm. Our tempo picks up, and you grab tight to my braid -- forcing my head back, allowing you access to my neck. You bite just below my ear, sending shockwaves through my body, straight to the point that we are joined. With my braid still gripped firmly by you, and my head forced back, my groan is torn from my throat. I feel the quaking begin low in my tummy, as my pussy begins to throb hard, squeezing your cock. At this point, I feel you thicken inside of me, and the warm heat of your juice flows into my body. Your shout follows mine, as we reach for the pinnacle together. As soon as I have caught my breath, I climb off of you and drop to my knees at your feet. I proceed to lovingly and carefully clean you, showing you my love and devotion. I take your softening cock into my mouth, sucking and then licking it all around. When I am through, you reach your hand to me and guide me to my feet. You wrap your arms around me, and tell me that you love me too. My Lord and Master My Lord & Master: As per your instructions for the next phase of my submission (stage 1), and with a quickly beating pulse, I embark to please you by performing as you have requested with an able assistant. Another woman, ah Master, you always know what is best for me, exactly how to tantalize, tease and pleasure me as well. I have realized by now that you are very wise in the area of my further enlightenment through the realms of erotic pleasures. You say this is the phase of loving punishment, .and that I am to remember at all times your love for me. Yes Master , I will remember this fact above all,.no matter what is demanded of me. I cannot help but wonder exactly 'what' will be demanded and this thought causes my quickening desires to begin to flame from deep within. Scared? No my loving Master for I have complete trust in you. Ahhhh Master, I have thought throughout this day of how your loving punishments always leave me wanting....more.....needing....more....begging you ....for more. I blush as I find myself fantasizing. I picture a scene of you, arriving to find me pleasuring myself, knowing full well that this if forbidden unless you have left me instructions granting this rarity for my indulgence. Yes...I can 'see' your eyes flaring with anger and yet excitement as well. But being the loving Master that you are, you inform me that I must be punished for taking this upon myself. How long did you stand watching me Master? Were you there in the beginning? While I was reclining on the sofa and watching the movie before me, .or was it when I began to tease my body with my fingers, allowing my fingers to tease my nipples, pinching, teasing, causing them to become so erect. Did you know that I was thinking of you sucking on them? Of how your tongue works, sucks, working magic upon them,with my entire body. I moaned of how much I enjoyed the sensations running through my body. Were you there watching as my fingers began to rub my clit, making small circles, then sliding down further, sliding inside my pussy, causing me to moan. I was so wet Master, so hot for you, closing my eyes, whispering your name. Did that make you happy Sir... to know that my fantasy was based completely on you and your tongue and lips and hands. My finger joined by yet another as I worked it faster and faster, ahhhh moaning, yesss wanting and desiring more, feeling my pussy becoming so wet with my love juices as I frantically moved my hips now against my fingers that plunged as deep as possible bringing me to an exquisite orgasm. That is when I open my eyes to see you standing there....watching. Yes, I notice your hard cock .but your deep voice causes chills to cover me as I know that I must be punished. With your hand outstretched, you guide me over your lap, I awaken from my fantasy world and look at the clock.... (stage 2) As per your instructions before you arrive I go to take the cold shower that is intended to heighten my senses. Yes Master, I do remember the last one that I took, at how cold it really was, yet it's overall effect of building my anticipation proved more valuable than I could ever have imagined it would. I step into the shower after placing the minute timer close by. Your instructions, three full minutes...no more...no less. I close my eyes as I gasp at the coldness that beats down on my body. Instantly goosebumps appear and I start to shiver. I close my eyes and lean my head back. I now imagine your fingers touching me, warming me as you they caress my skin, leaving a molten trail behind. What a contrast, your fingers on my ice cold skin. You reach out to touch my breasts that wait for your touch, as always. I keep my eyes closed...'feeling' you so close....pinching my nipples as I lean against the tile wall now. The position of the water still cascading down my body. I feel your lips upon my breasts, .ahhh yessssss I moan, suck on them Master, .they belong to you. Mmmmm how I need you. I feel your hand tracing down my tummy, .further it goes. You touch my clit and my legs get weak. .I can now feel your finger parting my nether lips, .ahhhh what moans escape as I beg you to fill me. I turn to face the tile wall....my breasts pressed against the smooth wall, .eyes still closed I can feel you up close behind me. I want to push my hips back to meet your hardness but you keep me pressed against the wall. I feel my pussy being teased faster, .harder, .yessss, feel the warmth within my hot pussy beginning, beginning, ahhhh. "No", I scream as I hear the timer signaling that my three minutes are up. You have taught me how to delve into my mind of fantasy so well that it actually becomes real Master. This is pure torture but in the most exquisite possible way. I reach to turn the water off, .shivering both from the cold but more so from the desire and need that you've once again awakened within me. Then as I step out .I feel loving arms drying me, .preparing me for you. I ask no questions, just , enjoy. Lotions applied, sensually smoothed over my skin, every single inch. Feeling strong hands sliding higher on the insides of my legs, gently pushing my legs apart, applying lotion, yesss, to my smooth nether lips. I reach to lean against the sink, bending over, allowing even more access to my ass. My breasts sway , nipples hard. I see myself in the mirror, see you behind me, our eyes lock and you smile. I watch your face, the smile from your teasing. Then more lotion, trickling down my ass, your tender touch following the path of the lotion, lower, lower, and teasing, slipping inside my rosebud. I start to move, but you hold me still as you step behind me. Your hard cock pressed up against my pussy, so wet, waiting waiting, such eagerness to feel you. I moannnnnnnnn.... "Oh Master......I've waited soooooo long to feel you. Please fill me with your huge cock." You like me begging you to fuck me, make me your complete toy, to serve only you. With one sudden quick movement you fill me completely while holding me with one hand, your other, sliding another finger inside my ass. I moan from all the sensations, ahhhhhhh but your movements prohibit me from moving at all as you begin a rhythm of tenderly alternating with roughness, of consuming me. Your cock claiming my very depths. "Faster, oh please, .harder, yessssssssssss...." My legs are shaking as I press back against you taking every inch of you within me, and then I scream.... "Yessssssss ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh baby...... I..... I...... I.... cummmmmingggggggg." You hold me as the throes of passion subside for the moment with your cock still buried deep within my wet throbbing pussy. I can hardly catch my breath but I hear you whisper in my ear.... "Count them for me....for this is only....the beginning tonight..." I look up into the mirror, your smile gone now, except in your eyes. Your desire reaching it's pinnacle as well yet, you hold off on your release. I can see it in your eyes too, that driving force that shines when you plan to show me exactly what being on the edge of orgasm truly is, and that realm beyond, the tortuous agony of needing release, but being denied until....I can't take...anymore. "One Master..." my voice softly whispers. You smile as you pull your cock out of it's warm haven and I gasp again as I feel you sliding - not your cock back inside me - but 'my' toy, the one that you enjoy watching me use on myself. But you are not gentle now, just a little rougher and it brings tears to my eyes for I know what you mean now, I fully understand what you mean about 'counting them' for you. "Turn around my submissive toy..." I again stand up as you instruct, watching as you attach the clit vibrator on me, pulling it between my legs and fastening it. The tiny butterfly vibrator fitting snugly on my clit and I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I watch the satisfaction upon your face, knowing that the vibrator is buried within me, and that I am getting wet with anticipation. "Master..." I begin. Your glance silencing me immediately. "No....no talking now my little pet. Walk to the bedroom" I begin to take very small steps for fear of losing the vibrator even though it is slightly supported by the clit vibrator elastic. I gasp as you reach out to smack my ass, "Move my pet...you are too slow..." Tears instantly reach my eyes as I attempt to move quicker. Then I feel it, you have turned on both vibrators at once, sending me...into....instant ecstasy. I collapse on the bed, body jerking, as I begin to cum - .remembering to count for you.... "Two....Master....ahhhhh yessssss mmmmm Masterrrrrrrr Three....ahhhhhh ...I can't...can't stopppp Master...pleaseeeeeeeeee....." You watch me, writhing in pleasure, pussy soaking wet - and you smile. I hear your voice from far away it seems, telling me... "Turn over my bitch....you were not suppose to cum so much so fast...." With tears flowing down my cheeks I turn over and you pull me to the side of the bed. Both vibrators are still teasing me as I feel you grasp my hands behind me while me feet rest securely on the floor. You are talking almost to yourself as I feel you holding me. "Count for me bitch..." and you begin to spank my ass....not too hard at first...but with each one you increase the pain as I count for you. Smackkkkk....."One Master." Again...."Two Master...ahhh" I can feel my ass getting red now.... "Three Master..." tears once again flowing down my cheeks as you continue to spank me, I am moaning, crying, begging you to stop. But you are feeding upon my fear that is now quite evident. And then it happened, by the time I count "Twenty", I began to cum again....and again...and again. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the moans so loud now I do not care as my body begins to orgasm the hardest that I have ever known. "Fuck meeeeeee yessss Master...ahhhh ..." You pull the vibrator out of me and begin to fuck me hard, holding me against you as again I cummmm, both of our moans mingled together in one orgasm release. Your submissive toy. My Lord Immortal She breathed a puff of smoke into the winter air, cursing the wind when it swirled around her to blow up the short train of her coat. As always, she was dressed for work: a white ruffled blouse tucked underneath a tight black skirt that reached just below her knees. Her thin, nylon tights were nearly black, making her legs look soft and very long, as she clanked down the empty street in her favorite pair of high heels. So cold. The wind was relentless, tossing the short length of her midnight hair across her heart-shaped face to shield the dangerous spark of dark green in her emerald eyes. She moved to brush the tangles aside, but as the winter caressed her bare hands, she shivered; and then quickly replaced them back inside her coat pocket. Every fiber in her body began to tremble. It wasn't from the shimmering, occasional snowflakes falling down upon the nearly vacant streets of Belton, Mo, a place she had called home for too many years. And it wasn't from the thinness of her dress coat that she continued to shiver, or the fact that her legs were practically bare, or because it was in the middle of December and she still had another block to walk before she reached a little local bar at the end of West and 6th. where a few of her friends were waiting for her. No. If it had been any other night, the weather would have been solely responsible for the ice-cold shivers coaxing her mind and body into shutting down. But tonight...things were different. Him...she thought frantically. After all this time, he had come back. She could never really escape him. She could never truly leave or abandon or dismiss him. She could never reject or deny him. Him, the man whose memory still burns into her mind like an iron steel blade. Him, whose voice still feeds her lonely weakness at night, and who hides in the rhythm of her chest during the day. She was restless; her mind was in constant turmoil, knowing that once again he had left her helpless. Damn the man... His memory was nearly as cruel as waking up to cold sheets and an empty pillow. It had been six years, six long years since she had invited him into her life, into her home, and into her body. He had claimed her well, multiple times in that one short night, leaving plenty of marks to prove his greedy ambition. She could still feel his teeth cutting into the side of her neck, his fingers pinching her aching nipples into hard, round beads of pain, his hands, hard and firm around her throat, holding her wrists above her head, pinning her down to the bed where they had spent hours sating each others' lust. But one night. One night was all that he had allowed her to take. No questions, no answers, no goodbyes. And in the morning he was gone, like he had never existed at all, like a dark phantom in the bleak folds of her mind that seemed so real so long ago, but were slowly starting to fade. Until now. She had seen him only a few short moments ago through the window of a small coffee shop as she walked by on the street. It was only for a few seconds, but she remembered him. How could she ever forget? The strong scent of his cologne was seductive--overwhelming, even from outside the coffee shop. It pierced her memory with flashes of one dark night and two forceful hands that had literally tore the clothes from her body. His eyes, like silver and gray that burned so cold and bitter through the heat of her own gaze. She could get lost in those eyes; they seemed to captivate her--possess her, as if he were more than a man. No...she wouldn't go there. She wouldn't allow her mind to wander into forbidden territories. He was gone, dead. He had walked out of her life once and for all, and she'd be damned if she let him back inside. She brushed aside her silent thoughts, damning them to hell. She spent the next few minutes concentrating on the sidewalk, the wind, the gentle snow flakes, the few passing cars; nothing else. She reached the end of the sidewalk and waited for a vehicle to pass before she could continue on her path, where her destination lie not too far ahead. But she never made it. Standing in the darkness, surrounded by falling snow and small streams of light from the overhead street lamps, she heard a sound. A voice. A name. Her name. She jerked around to see nothing. No one. Not a single soul on this side of the street other than her own shadow that had succumbed to isolation many nights before this one. Narrowing her eyes with unease, she hesitantly turned back around to make her way across the street. But as soon as she stepped up onto the curb, the strong, unmistakable cologne of a certain erotic spice slammed into her, practically knocking her back a few feet. She slowed her pace, listening carefully to her surroundings, her eyes wide and focused on everything around her. But she didn't see anything. She kept moving forward, determined to control what was left of her sanity Gone. Dead, she steadily reminded herself. She reached the end of the block and turned a sharp corner when his scent began to loom over her again. And then she heard a voice, his voice, as if she could ever forget it. "Where are you going, querida?" His Spanish accent whispered in a smooth tone. "Why do you run from me?" It halted her in her tracks; she lowered her head, closed her eyes, breathed with anticipation and something very close to fear, and then she turned around. "I didn't think to ever see you again." Her voice was soft and timid, although her expression firm and resentful. "You have missed me?" A dangerous grin lifted one corner of his mouth. She narrowed her eyes at his arrogance. "I missed you six years ago." Her voice turned bitter as she stared down the unbelievably handsome man before her. He looked the same as she had remembered, the same as in all of her nightmares: Black, coal-dust hair that was cut short above his ears, although left longer on top. Those same silver-gray eyes that looked more cold than winter's frost painting the ground in white. He was tall, his arms were long, his hands big and curled into tight fists. Even under the warmth of his winter coat she could see the intense muscles of his shoulders and stomach aching to be revealed. "And what about now?" His deep voice demanded, "Are you missing me, now?" He started to walk closer, forcing his delicious scent of male power and erotic spices to dance around her, making her feel nearly hazy and disturbed. "No." She said firmly, right before she turned around and began walking away. "Why do you run from me?" He asked again, only this time it was closer, more demanding. But she didn't answer him. She kept walking until she finally arrived at the bar. But when she moved to open up the front door, a strong hand reached out to slam it back shut. "Answer me." He growled. He was suddenly standing too close. The strong scent of his cologne, the minty taste of his breath; his entire nearness was too much--overwhelming, intoxicating. And for one moment, one very short moment, she thought about defying her natural instincts to hate him. She looked angrily at his hand blocking the door, and then her eyes quickly jerked up to pierce him with a dark glare. "Because you used me. Because I haven't seen or heard from you in six years. Because you are following me down the street at night like some crazy stalker." Her voice rose and her eyes darkened even more. "But mostly because I don't even know you." He moved closer, cornering her against the door with no hope for an escape. "You know me." His voice deep and harsh. "And I know you. Don't deny me, querida." His eyes flashed with a dangerous spark as he lowered his head to breathe hot fumes down the bare side of her neck. "I always win." He breathed in her ear, pressing her more firmly against the door. She sucked her breath in sharply, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side, revealing the side of her slender neck as he had silently commanded. Goosebumps laced her skin from his wicked affliction; it tormented her, arousing immense pain to heat between her legs at the first feel of his teeth against her throat. "Shall I mark you again, querida? Would you like that?" He murmured softly before lifting anxious hands to rip open the front of her coat. "Tell me where you want to wear my mark?" She was pressed so hard against the door that her shoulders were beginning to bruise. She could feel the doorknob digging into her lower back, rubbing hard against her skin and bone, but she welcomed the pain. "I...I..." She breathed hard, her words and thoughts halting the moment he raked his teeth down the side of her neck, leaving a long, tiny trail of blood behind. "Answer me, or I will mark you everywhere." He growled deeply, moving to the front of her neck and starting across the small patch of skin above her blouse. And with the same aggressive movement, he yanked open the white fabric of her shirt, sending the buttons flying to the ground and the sound of tearing fabric loud and deliberate. Her bra came next. He tore into her skin, claiming her left breast with a violent bite until she could feel the skin starting to break. Her hands wove tightly into his hair; she pulled hard, but to no avail. She was bound, by the sharp blade of his teeth and by two large hands that had curled around her arms and slammed her hard against the door. She let out a scream, but he was quick to slap a hand over her mouth. "That's it, baby; fight me. Where did it get you last time?" He ripped her hand out of his hair and knotted both of her wrists together inside one of his. And still covering her mouth with the other, he slowly let it fall to touch her bruised neck and down the trail of her lightly bleeding chest, until he reached her stomach and waist. He began to explore her cold, naked skin with firm, aggressive fingers, taking his time teasing her, tormenting her, forcing the heat between her legs to rise and smother all other emotions except feeling this man inside her once more. "You bastard." She managed to choke between breaths, "Let go of me." She demanded, unable to control her rage of frustration and lust. Damn the man a second time. "Is that really what you want, querida?" His eyes looked like winter and snow as he glared at her. He moved his hands down further, further, until he reached the hem of her skirt. And with a violent jerk, he knotted his fingers into the fabric and tugged it clear up to her waist. Then he clawed at her nylon tights, taring into them with relentless tension that both frightened and aroused her beyond her limitations. "Stop." She breathed heavily, her eyes dark and wanting, her breasts fully exposed to the brutal wind of winter, her nipples hard and aching to feel his fingers pinching and tugging to bring them pleasure and pain. "I want you to stop." He lifted his mouth into an evil smirk. "No, you don't. I know what you want, querida. I know what you need. You and I are alike. Both sinners, both beggars, both starving for more." He was staring directly at her, something he had never done before. His eyes tore into her mind, into her soul; it felt as if he were literally seeing into her head and reading her every thought. "We both need the pain. It excites us. It keeps us alive, querida." Then his fingers plunged deeply inside her, not one, but two, ready to make and mold her body into his own twisted creation for the second time. She gasped as he entered her, stretched her, moved inside of her with urgent force that nearly brought her to her knees. She screamed again, but this time from pleasure, unable to contain it, unable to control her need. She threw her head back against the door, moaning quietly as she wrapped one leg around his waist. He had let go of her wrists, finally trusting her that she wouldn't deny him. And she couldn't. Not now. Not ever. She reached to rip a part his coat, then she grabbed the front of his jeans to tare open the annoying button and zipper. She reached again, this time finding what she desired most. She gripped the long length of his swollen cock and squeezed tightly to release the first few drops of his lust. He growled deep in his throat as he quickened the pace of his fingers, allowing his thumb to hit against her clit with every move. She latched onto his shoulders, digging her nails deeply into the back of his neck, drawing a small amount of blood to leave her own mark upon his skin. She moaned again, again and again, her eyes snapped shut to welcome the gradual explosion of her orgasm. She raked her nails deeper, harder, her moans becoming louder, more frequent. And then when she had thought she could receive no more pleasure, he slipped a third finger into the slick, wet walls of her body, moving faster, harder, to the point of near pain. And then she came. Long and fast, like she had never came before. Her moans were loud, unstoppable, her body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion, her nipples hard and aching against the frigid wind that chilled her to the bone. But she ignored it; she couldn't think about that, about anything, except this one man and his demonic methods of torturing her. Even after she had come, he left his fingers inside her, moving slowly, in and out, stretching her more, rubbing hard against her clit, while he breathed hot air down the side of her neck. "Tell me, querida; are you missing me, now?" He knotted one firm hand into the short length of her hair, forcing her head to jerk back and her eyes to stare up at him in a mixture of surrender and surprise. "Tell me you've missed me." He demanded before removing his fingers to spin her around to face the door. He held her there, hard, still gripping her hair until her scalp burned with pain. "Say it, querida. Tell me how much you've missed my sex." His voice was deep and demanding, almost cruel, as if he, too, had missed everything her own body had to offer. "I've missed you." She confessed with tears in her eyes, "I've missed you every damn day since you left." Her voice was raw with emotion, her hands pressed hard against the door, her back arched and her head pulled back to hear the deviant chuckle that escaped his breath so very close to her ear. And then his lips touched her neck, his teeth lightly nipping at her bruised skin. "You are mine." He vowed deeply, "No other man will have you. I'll kill you before I let someone else touch you. Do you understand me?" He pulled harder on her hair, forcing her to scream her response. "Yes. Only you. Forever." She cried helplessly. And then he entered her, his cock fully stretching her tight walls to fit his swollen length. He entered her hard, aggressive, knowing she was wet from her own sweet nectar that stained his fingers with her lust. Again, he slammed into her, pulling hard on her hair and breathing heavily down the side of her fully exposed neck. He nipped at her shoulders, moaning deeply against her freezing skin as he came inside her. And then finally, he released her hair. He rest his head on her bare back and kissed his way up to meet her shoulders. There, his voice vibrated against her skin, heating and cooling her body as he removed his cock from her spent pussy. He pressed himself against her, staring deeply into her fiery green eyes that looked back at him with surreal satisfaction. "You bare my marks," He lifted to trail moist fingers down her neck and across her chest. "And now you carry my scent and my seed." He kept touching her, as if he couldn't stop, as if he were about to claim her body once again with the same amount of desperation and need. "Don't you ever forget that, querida." And then he was gone. She was left on fire; so hot. His touch still melted her bones into wax. His kiss sank down into her soul, further, burning everything, all that was left of her sanity along the way. She had been seduced, taken, stripped of her determination and anger, her innocence...all of her faith in believing that she could ever recover from this man's seduction, power, and control...and now, she was left to miss his touch, his lips, and his love. Now, she was left to crave his memory, defenseless and defeated, yet once again. And nothing had ever felt so sweet.