0 comments/ 10672 views/ 3 favorites Make Me Believe Ch. 01 By: mutewolf_ As the plane took off, Liana wondered if she was making a mistake. His hand clutched hers, squeezing it tight at the look of confusion and slight regret clouded her face. It wasn't like anyone was going to find out. He had taken care of that by staging her death. He even attended the memorial service that her parents had put together to honor the memory of her life and the loss of her mortal flesh. Liana frowned slightly, remembering that he had told her about the grief that consumed her parents and family. "They hope that your good Christian soul made it to Heaven," he had said, "Your sister sang 'Amazing Grace' and your father gave a short speech." Liana wished she could have been there. She hadn't expected anything at all from her parents, let alone a service like this. She had moved out when she was seventeen, struggling to keep up with school, work and pay rent on an apartment flat. Her luck changed on her twenty first birthday though when she went to a club with some friends. A bit tipsy, Liana met Desmond and found her self falling hard and fast for the sweet Irish brogue that rolled off the man's tongue. A good four inches taller than her, he became a comfort to have at her side, keeping other men at bay as they chatted; her getting a little bit more drunk and lusty, he admiring her and complimenting her as if there was no tomorrow. "I hate planes," he muttered, leaning sideways to rest his head on her shoulder. "I know," she squeezed his hand gently, rubbing soothing circles, "Perhaps once we're level, you should get a glass of wine?" It was a mere suggestion, a way of wishing to please Desmond, to make him more comfortable. He looked up at her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Perhaps," he said, "Or maybe I'll just sleep here, leaning on you, my pet." His lips brushed against her neck in exactly the way she adored it, making her shiver and close her eyes. Liana hoped that to other people they simply looked like newlyweds off to Ireland for a honeymoon. Of course, that was a lie, at least the honeymoon part. They were indeed off to Ireland, but it was to live and start a whole new life, not to vacation and take in the sights. Desmond had married her in a very quiet ceremony in Vegas only at her insistence. It wasn't that she wouldn't have sex out of marriage or anything like that. Liana simply felt the need to tie him closer to her in another way although she supposed her love should have been enough. Desmond's mouth rose higher, ghosting over her jaw to touch her ear. His breath was warm and she couldn't help but lean into it like a cat. He chuckled low in his throat and pulled away until she returned to her previous position. Slightly ashamed, Liana opened her eyes and looked down at her lap, praying furiously that he would come back to her. He did, if only for his own amusement, pressing his lips against her ear again. Liana struggled to not lean into the teasing as his tongue flicked out to caress the shell of her ear, moving in just the way that he knew would make her wet. That night at the club, Desmond had been an utter gentleman and walked Liana home. He claimed it was to make sure she got their safely. She hoped it was because he would make a move on her and they would fuck. That night, she certainly wouldn't have minded at all although she probably would have regretted it the next morning. Desmond left her at the door, chastely kissing her on the lips and scrawling his phone number on her hand with his name. "Call me tomorrow," he had murmured, "I want to get to know you when you're sober." She had nodded dumbly and watched as he walked down the street, hands in his coat and whistling softly. Liana had, of course, called him the next day, nervous butterflies in her stomach. Slowly, they began to date despite him being three years older than her. He didn't seem to mind although she worried about it all the time. Desmond said that the age difference didn't, shouldn't, matter. No one did actually, not even her stuck up parents who went to church every Sunday. Her sister approved the most of all; simply glad that Liana had found someone that made her smile at the simple sound of his voice. That was nearly a year ago. Liana utterly adored Desmond and opened up to him immensely. They fell into an incredibly satisfying sub/dom relationship. Desmond had eventually admitted that he had been looking for a new submissive, his left having left for a different Master. He also admitted that he thought Liana was a natural submissive but he couldn't help but take an old fashioned route of charming her. Honestly, she didn't care why Desmond had sought her out and met with her the next day. Liana didn't desire any other person more and didn't think she ever would. "Do you think we could get a blanket?" he murmured, his lips tickling her ear. His words brought her from her thoughts and she flinched slightly. "I didn't mean to scare you," Desmond practically purred, settling back into his own seat. He closed his eyes, pretending to ignore her even though his thumb was now rubbing circles on her hand. She watched him for a few moments, captivated by the man who had so thoroughly captured her heart and given her his. Desmond had let his silky chestnut hair grow out into an 'emo' sort of style, his bangs falling sexily across his dark green eyes. Liana suspected that he had done only because she admitted in a moment of weakness that she thought an emo boy they had walked past was hot. Desmond had given her a bit of a punishment for thinking about another man but she didn't really mind. His face was strong and, to her, godlike. A bit of stubble shadowed his jaws and chin, creating a sexy 'I-just-tumbled-out-of-bed-sorry-I-haven't-shaved-yet' sort of look. Her eyes grazed over his close fitting t-shirt, dark blue jeans and the predictable Converses that he always wore. An airline attendant came by and asked if they need anything. "A glass of red wine and a blanket would be lovely," Desmond did purr this, making the attendant blush gently. Liana narrowed her eyes but said nothing. Desmond was hers and she hated it when he flirted with others, even if he didn't necessarily mean to. "Thank you," Desmond flashed a smile at the attendant when she returned, handing the blanket to Liana and wrapping his slender fingers around the wine glass. The attendant mumbled something and disappeared, no doubt to gossip with the other attendants about the devilishly handsome Irishman in Seat 3A. "Drink," Desmond said, taking a sip himself before handing the glass off to Liana who took a sip obediently although she detested red wine. The wine was gone in moments and the glass also. Desmond seized the blanket and spread it over the both of them, moving the middle armrest so he could lean against Liana. "Thank you," he said, snuggling into the woman. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and the other hand slipped down between her thighs. "For what?" "Leaving everything you know behind to serve me in Ireland. I mean, you don't one hundred percent understand what I'm asking you to do." "Yes, I do, Desmond," Liana said. He raised his head, forcing her to look at him. "I'll tell you again. You are coming to Ireland to be my slave, my pet, to serve my every sexual desire and to love me," the words were soft so that none overheard, "I will own you, body, mind and soul. You will do what I ask of you without hesitation, question or protest. You will accept what I do with question or protest. You will obey all of my rules because I said so and because they are there for your safety. You are mine Liana Delaney, mine." A shiver ran down her spine and she nodded. "I know very well Mr. Desmond Delaney, what I have gotten myself into," she said. Despite her earlier moment of regret, Liana did know what she was doing and now, now she was very sure as to what she wanted and what she was doing. Yes, she wanted to serve and please Desmond, Master. She wanted to so badly it made her ache inside. Make Me Believe Ch. 02 Ireland was far more beautiful than Liana had imagined. She stared out the window at the rolling hills as the taxi moved smoothly along the narrow road. They had landed in Dublin but Desmond's home was two hours outside of the massive city. It had taken some time, and a bit of bribery, to convince a taxi driver to take their fare. She could feel Desmond's eyes on her. She self-consciously ran a hand through her thick blond hair, wishing he had let her pull it back into a braid today instead of leaving it thick and hanging. It wasn't that she didn't like her hair; it simply fell in to her face and hid her blue eyes all the time when it was loose. She looked at herself in the reflection of the window. Her skin was somewhat pale; she'd never been one to tan and her skin didn't seem to have that natural brownness to it that she envied in other girls. (Desmond promised that she had gorgeous skin. She didn't necessarily believe him.) Her eyes were bright and a lovely shade of blue; her contacts helping her see everything. Liana had terrible eyesight. She only stood at 5'7" but didn't mind the somewhat average height. Long athletic legs and being three inches under six foot allowed her to wear fabulous heels and sexy skirts every once in a while to show off. She didn't look like any runway model. There were curves on this girl. (Desmond swore up and down that she was sexier than Heidi Klum.) If she was to be truly honest, she liked her full breasts and curvy hips much better than the once super skinny girl she was back in high school. She was prettier now. "I hope my house doesn't disappoint you," Desmond said, "I inherited it from my parents who passed away two years ago. My sister promised to keep an eye on it and I hired a gardener to take care of the lawn but I'm not sure what it looks like." Liana smiled and placed her hand on top of his. "I'm sure it's perfect," she said. He grinned, pleased with this response and leaned back into the sit. For the millionth time since he became her boyfriend (now husband), Liana wondered how in the world she had managed to claim this amazing man. "What was that address again?" "Eight Strand Court," Desmond said, leaning over Liana to look out the window. It was an unnecessary move but she didn't complain, breathing in his scent and savoring it. "Here ya are folks," the cabbie said, turning around in his seat. Liana stepped out of the cab while Desmond figured out the fare. They were on a quiet road, rolling hills around them with a few houses dotting the horizon. It almost seemed as if they were in an entirely different world. She heard Desmond get out of the cab and fetch the bags before the taxi drove off. Liana couldn't help but look at the house that sat sleepily before her. A worn wooden fence surrounding the front yard, melting into the hedges that lined the road. The gate was ajar, inviting someone to walk up the smooth cobblestone path that led to the front door. The house was surprisingly large, two stories with an attic and a beautiful porch that appeared to wrap around the entire house. It was painted a pale cream color with dark brown accents with rose bushes planted close to the stairs and porch. The porch had a matching wood fence surrounding it and Liana could see several rocking chairs sitting empty. "Go ahead in. The door should be unlocked," Desmond said, watching Liana with amusement. Liana looked over her shoulder and grinned before pushing the gate fully open and walking through the yard. She had pictured so many different looking houses, so many different yards but none of them were as beautiful as the home she was to reside in now. Carefully, slowly, she opened the front door which was unlocked like Desmond had said. The front door led to a warm hallway which extended to the back of the house and what looked like a kitchen. Stairs were tucked neatly in the right hand side of the hall, leading upstairs. To Liana's left was a dining room and to the right a living room. She went into the living room, admiring the streamlined furniture. It looked like something out of an Ikea magazine almost. She sat on the couch, lounging on it like a Greek goddess. "Do you like my parent's taste?" Desmond asked, sliding several suitcases into the front hall. "It's gorgeous," Liana whispered, standing up and wandering into what appeared to be a den. The den had dark wood paneling and didn't connect to the kitchen like she had thought. Bookshelves lined all four walls, stocked thoroughly with novels of all sorts. She left that room and went to the kitchen. "My mother liked to cook," Desmond said, as if that explained the elaborate setup of the kitchen. Liana supposed it did. "Would you like to go upstairs?" Desmond asked, offering his hand. Liana smiled and took his warm hand. He led her back to the front hall and up the stairs. It was a four bedroom house with two and half baths. The master bedroom was warm and inviting with a bit of a masculine touch in the ornate oak bed. "This is our room, I suppose," Desmond said, leaning against the doorframe. Liana peeked into the closet (a walk in!) and the bathroom (was that a Jacuzzi she saw?) before returning to Desmond and kissing him sweetly. "Come on," he said, obviously amused with her pleasure of seeing the house. He showed her the other bedrooms, one of them apparently his from when he was younger, another one his sister's. One was crammed full of more books, the result of mostly him although his sister contributed. "And this used to be the guest room, but I was thinking it would be our 'play' room," he said, opening the door to the room that was tucked in the corner all the way at the end of the hallway. Liana stuck her head in and looked around the room. It was fairly bare but the backside of the wall, which she presumed was also the back of the house, was nothing but windows. Curtains framed it but could easily be pulled back so that any person in the backyard could look in and watch any movement. "Um," she paused, looking at him, unsure what to say. He grinned and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, "We could switch the master bedroom and the play room around if you'd like." She nuzzled his neck, kissing him in appreciation. "I think I'd like that better," she murmured. "Good," he growled. His lips somehow managed to find hers and Liana suddenly found herself pressed against a wall. Desmond pressed his full body against her, leaning down slightly to kiss her hotly. His tongue snaked into her mouth, making her moan as he thoroughly kissed her. One of his hands crept into her hair, the other straight down the front of her blue jeans. She squeaked and jumped as his fingers slid through her slick folds, although she began to moan, thrusting eagerly against his hand as he began to fuck her slowly with two fingers. "Cum for me, my pet," he growled, dropping his lips to suck hungrily at her throat. There were going to be marks. She bucked as he slid a finger into her hole, mewling as he added two more. Liana thrust against his thumb, grinding her clit into his finger. Oh God, she was so close, so close. "Cum for me," Desmond growled again, low and deep in his throat as his other hand began to caress her breast through her t-shirt. Liana strived to obey, throwing herself into the sensations of being hand fucked. Sweat broke out on her face, dampening her shirt. Suddenly, she curled forward, moaning loudly nonsensical words and shuddering onto Desmond's hand. Her nails dug into his skin as she gripped his shoulders, trying to remain upright. Teeth sunk into her neck, making her cry out as her orgasm lengthened. He was still thrusting his fingers into her furiously, making her pant and arch into him once more as she came again. "Good girl," he purred, nipping at the hollow of her throat as she began to come down from the pleasure although his fingers still wiggled within her. Her chest heaved with her breathing as she leaned back against the wall. Desmond pulled his hand out of her pants and pressed his fingers to her lips, "Suck them clean. I don't want your slut juice on my fingers all day." Her eyes rolled back in her head at the sound of his filthy words, her blood still pumping from the double orgasm. She obeyed, sucking his three fingers into her mouth easily. Liana rolled her tongue, licking and sucking her cum off of his fingers until he was satisfied. God, she tasted delicious. "Good girl," he murmured again, kissing her hotly again and making her want to do unspeakable things to please her master. Her hands went to his pants but he pushed her away. He chuckled, "Not now, my pet, not now. I have some things to go over with you if you're going to be a proper slut and obey your Master. Come." Desmond walked away and down the stairs, leaving Liana to follow as soon as she could walk. Make Me Believe Ch. 03 She leaned against the wall for a few more moments, still panting slightly, her blood still rolling in her veins. Liana hadn't expected to fall into the Master/Slave role so quickly but she supposed that was the way Desmond was; impulsive and demanding. That was why she was here wasn't it? "You have one minute to get down here before I come fetch you." His voice rolled up the stairs, making her jump at the force of the command. Liana scrambled down the hallway and stairs, stumbling into the living room. Desmond stood in the very center, the furniture having been shoved against the walls. He had taken his shirt off and crossed his arms over his bare chest. In one hand he held a leather collar, black in collar with a tiny padlock and small D-ring attached. The other hand held a black leather crop, one of Desmond's favorite. "Strip," he growled, eyes narrowed slightly. Liana hesitated for half a second which she instantly regretted. Desmond took a single stride and slapped the crop across her thigh. She cringed and tugged her t-shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. She struggled with unzipping her knee-high skin tight boots but those came off eventually. Jeans, socks, black lace bra and matching g-string followed until she was as naked as the day she was born. "Position one," Desmond kicked her clothes to the side of the room as she fell to her knees, legs spread and clasping her wrists behind her back. The crop ran up her spine, reminding her to straighten it further. Liana was fond of this position; the first one Desmond had ever trained her to fall into on command. "Good," he murmured, leaning down to push her blond hair out of her face and behind her shoulders, "At least you remember some of your training." She shivered at his warm breath on her now cool skin, the slick leather crop sliding down her throat, between the valley of her creamy breasts and down. It paused just above her shaved cunt, the skin there still damp from her previous orgasms. Desmond crouched, sliding the crop into her slick folds as he did so, "You are to look at me and me only as I inform you of the rules. They are a little bit different now so pay attention." He slapped her clit, making her jump and stare at his handsome face. "Do you understand?" he asked, sliding the crop back and forth across her folds maddeningly. "Yes, Master," Liana said, trying to keep the slight confusion that was enveloping her out of her voice. Yes, she had agreed to be his pet. God yes, she wanted this more than anything. But weren't they still husband and wife? Wasn't there relationship supposed to be give and take? She wasn't sure about this new set of rules he planned to give her. Were they going to be drastically different from before? Was he going to treat her differently? Her lower lip trembled and she bit it. She was being stupid. Desmond wasn't going to hurt her. He wasn't going to do anything without making sure she was okay. That was part of the deal. Right? "Rule one: you are mine to do with as I please. You will not protest, refuse or deny me this right. You have agreed to this already and will not breech this contract," he slid the crop up to her chin and tilted it towards the ceiling slightly. She could smell her juices on the leather. "Rule two: you are to wear this collar always unless I say otherwise, even in public," he put the crop down for a moment to unlock the tiny padlock with a key that hung around his neck. Desmond instructed her to hold her hair up while he secured it around her neck. The D-ring sat in front and padlock in the back, much like a heavy duty dog collar. She dropped her hair and clasped her wrists again. "Rule three: you will keep your legs, arms, under arms and pussy free of hair at all times. Rule four, and you already know this one: I am Master. I can be addressed as 'Sir', 'Master', or 'Master Desmond'. You will address others in the same manner unless informed otherwise. And rule five: I make the rules and reserve the right to add more as we go along," Desmond leaned in, his breath intoxicating Liana for a moment as her lips remembered his touching hers no more than fifteen minutes ago. He stood suddenly, the crop grazing her face and leaving a trail of her own arousal. "Now, I hope you remember the safe word?" "Yes, Master. It is 'Mad Hatter'," Liana replied, keeping her eyes on Desmond's face although she smiled internally at the word. It was a reference to her favorite Disney movie, Alice in Wonderland. She supposed they would have to change it if Desmond ever consented to her Alice and Mad Hatter fetish fantasy, but for now, it worked. "Good girl," Desmond said, "Now, I know this is incredibly sudden and you won't be happy with me about this but we are attending a party tonight. A 'welcome home' party in a way. My close friend, Isak, heard that I was coming back to Ireland and asked to throw a party. I think he just wants an excuse to show off his newest pet to me. So, this means you will be introduced to the local members of the BDSM community." Liana's eyes widened at the thought of other people finding out about her and Desmond's relationship. She didn't know if she could do this. Calling Desmond 'Master' in her home was one thing but to go to another and have to remain in submission? She shook her head slightly. Desmond looked down at her, snapping the crop under chin, "Are you informing me that you don't want to my pet? You don't wish to please your master and go to a party with him?" "No, Master, that's not what I meant," Liana faltered, struggling to fight back unexpected tears. God, she hated the turmoil of emotions that was churning her belly. She felt sexy and erotic, leaning on her knees on the floor, obeying and pleasing her master. That was all she wanted to do, but she...she just couldn't picture herself doing the same around others. "What did you mean then?" Desmond crouched again, face softening slightly. Liana bowed her head only to have it forced upwards again by the crop. "Tell me, my pet. If you don't tell me then I can't help you." "Master, it...it isn't that I don't wish to please you," she faltered again, "I'm just...afraid...?" Desmond touched her cheek softly, cupping her chin, "Don't be, my pet. I will not allow any of them to touch you tonight without first asking you. I know that it will be strange baring this new side of yourself to the world but you will do fine. I will be right by your side the entire night." Liana nodded and Desmond kissed her on the forehead. "Good girl. Now, go take a shower. I'll be up in a little bit," he said. She nodded and retreated up the stairs, murmuring her thanks. Liana locked the bathroom door behind her, unable to stop the tears now. Even with Desmond by her side, could she really allow herself to be seen in such a way? She wasn't sure at all. Make Me Believe Ch. 04 The cold metal chain made her shiver as it fell between the valley of her exposed breasts. Liana had never felt more exposed in her life. Master Desmond had laid an outfit out on the bed for her after her shower and careful shaving. If she wasn't at this party with him, she thought that she would have been rather fond of it. The pale blue dress clung to her curves, the top barely cupping her breasts. She felt as if her chest would spill out of the dress at any moment. White lace trimmed the edges of the top of the dress but didn't do much in protecting her breasts from jiggling every time she took a step. The dress fell a few inches above mid-thigh, meaning that anytime she bent over, any person could see her shaved, pantyless cunt. Liana ran her hands down the front of her dress, fingers trailing over it. It flared out at her waist, with more white lace trimming the bottom. All in all, it was a very pretty dress if rather short for her tastes. Desmond had had her put on white stockings with tiny blue ribbons tacked onto the front. He had also had her wear matching white garters that disappeared under her dress. Liana looked down at her peep toe white shoes. They were ridiculously high, nearly four inches she thought but utterly adorable. "Come on," Desmond tugged on her chain, leading her about the room like a pet dog. Honestly, that's what she felt like: a purebred bitch being shown off to potential dog breeders. Liana followed Desmond faithfully though, sharp blue eyes cast demurely down, her thick blond hair gently curled and spilling over her shoulders and around her chest. "Evening, Desmond," a man in his late twenties, early thirties grasped Desmond's hand and shook it throughly. "Nice to see you, Isak!" Desmond clasped an arm on the man's shoulder, "Your house is nice." "Thanks, man," Isak said, grinning broadly. Liana looked up at him. He was a little bit shorter than Desmond with close cropped, reddish gold hair. Stubble lined his jaws, making him appear younger although his bone structure was fine and almost delicate to a degree. He wore a button up shirt, the top three buttons undone, over dark blue jeans and a pair of loafers. If Liana had seen him outside of this party, she would have probably flirted with him and seen him as a well off business man. She dropped her eyes as soon as he looked at her although she did catch the devilish smirk that twisted his lips. "Is this your newest project?" Isak asked, reaching out to tilt Liana's chin upward. Her jaw clenched in reaction and her eyes narrowed slightly. If she was to be a complete submissive, then she would submit to Desmond and Desmond only. "Settle, my pet," Desmond murmured, touching her waist gently. She flicked her gaze to him before forcing her expression to soften. He had to know that she hated being thrust into the world of submission like this. The transition was hard, weird and perverted. Liana bit back a frown although Isak pulled his hand away from her. "She's a beauty," Isak said, his voice ringing with appreciation. "She's also my wife and my love," Desmond said, "Her name is Liana and I'm having to do a sort of crash submission course with her. As you can see, she's still defensive with other Masters and has yet to fully submit." Isak cocked an eyebrow, "Well then, at least you have a willing woman who must love you if she married you. She's in very good hands to have you as Master." "You would know," Desmond smirked. To Liana's surprise, a soft pink rose in Isak's cheeks and he glanced down at his feet. He cleared his throat. "Um, have you seen my own sub? I've been working with him for two months now and he's coming along nicely," Isak looked back up, his face now clear of his previous blush. "What ever happened to Marissa?" Liana shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The heels were beginning to kill her legs but she knew better than to complain. The conversation had been like this all night and Liana was rather glad Desmond had her walk slightly behind him. She could look at the other Masters and Mistresses and was fascinated by the various levels of submission around her. A few subs were as tentative about it as her, doe eyed and sticking close to their Master or Mistress. Others were incredibly well trained, following the dominant orders of exposing themselves (Liana had even spied one orgasming on command) donning the strangest outfits, elaborate collars and gags. One submissive male had been wearing what Desmond called a cock cage. He explained its function was to basically keep the man from maintaining an erection. Liana looked away quickly from that. Perhaps she was a little bit naive when it came to this stuff. "Marissa has been expressing interest in becoming a femdom. I hadn't wanted to lose her like that but she promised another two years of total submission if I would help her at least attempt to train a male for herself," Isak shrugged, "I don't know if she'll be able to pull it through but having two sluts two play with is quite fun. It's become an interesting sort of experience." Desmond nodded, looking thoughtful. He glanced at Liana, before turning back to Isak, "Where are they? I thought you were like me and kept them close at hand." He cocked an eyebrow, making Isak drop his eyes again. "I had asked Marissa to attend to an old friend of mine actually," Isak said, looking back up again, "And I was about to go fetch Brad. I was having some issues with him earlier today and left him simmering for the last few hours. I suppose his time is up. Excuse me." Isak shook Desmond's hand and left, his head sheepishly bowed until he thought Desmond couldn't see him. Liana leaned in towards Desmond, perhaps violating her submission, "What was that about?" He looked at her, "Isak used to be my pet a few years ago. I fancy some wine. Shall we go see if we can find some?" Liana had no choice but to follow, the chain tugging nicely on her collar. They wove through the mingling crowd, Desmond nodding and greeting a few people here and there. Liana kept her gaze down although she could hear the soft compliments to Desmond about his new pet. She wanted to protest and say that she was his wife and not just a pet. She was the love of his life, and he hers, surely that meant something to these people? Desmond found his wine and asked her to sit on the floor, knees bent under her body, hands spread on her thighs. She looked up at him as he sipped the deep red liquid and she licked her lips. She wanted to go home and have dinner then perhaps lie in bed with Desmond and just have him cradle her in his arms. She didn't want to do this anymore. "Open your mouth," Desmond said, pouring what remained of his wine into her open mouth. She gulped it down greedily, the rich taste sweet in her throat as it spilled into her stomach. "Thank you, Master," she said, licking her lips clean of the alcohol. "You're welcome," he replied, running his fingers lightly along her cheek before straightening. Liana yearned for the touch. God, she wanted to kiss him so badly, or at least take his hand. The lack of contact was beginning to drive her crazy. "I think we should we go. Are you ready?" Desmond asked, indicating she should stand. Liana nodded mutely and followed Desmond back to the car he had rented for the night. She was grateful for leaving. Perhaps Master Desmond had noticed that she was growing weary of this game. He slid into the car after coiling the chain lead into her lap, trusting that she wouldn't attempt to leave. He shifted the car into drive and pulled away, "Hmm. I probably should have said goodbye to Isak. Ah well. I'm sure he'll stop by the house in a day or two anyways." Desmond placed a hand on her exposed knee. "Liana, as your husband, you did beautifully tonight. I am proud to call you my wife. As your Master, there is still work to be done. I know thrusting you into a BDSM party like that was extreme but I think it simply reenforces what I expect from you. Complete. Total. Submission." As he spoke the last final words, his hands gripped her creamy thighs tighter and tighter, sliding upwards slowly until his warm fingers were pressing against the slick hot folds of her flesh. Liana gasped softly and squirmed against his fingers. "Settle, my pet," Desmond growled, removing his hand from her cunt. Liana sighed, folding her hands in her lap. She thought about what he had said. 'Complete. Total. Submission.' She could feel moisture leak onto the leather seats. That was exactly what she wanted, even if she couldn't admit it to Desmond, let alone herself. She wanted to give herself completely over to Desmond, wanted to do whatever he said, no matter how twisted or weird it seemed to her, wanted to please him until he cried 'No more!' and continue on until he found himself utterly submersed in the pleasure she could deliver. That was what she wanted. Wasn't it?