1 comments/ 20248 views/ 2 favorites His Word By: DireLilith He stood above her, towering over her like a great mutation of a Drow, taller than most should be. But it was not that which frightened her just now. He fingered the silver dragon tattoo against her cheek, trailing along it's sensitive edge with one nail. "It is very pretty," he said, smiling so softly. It was that smile that she feared. "It caused me great pain to get it, very exquisite pain. I think I may just get another, sometime soon." She took his hand in hers, kissing his palm. Then, boldly, she licked at it, her light blue eyes locked to his darker gaze. He shivered. That was a good sign. She did not release his ebon-skinned hand, holding it in her own equally blue fingers, near her mouth. "What is it you want," the male Drow asked her at last. And his eyes were fascinated, yet weary. "I wish to learn to fight. I want to kill." And he pulled his hand away, laughing. At her? "How sweet. The cute little Drow warrior wants to learn to kill!" As he turned away, her hand went to her belt, hung with weapons as it was. "I already know how to kill," she said quietly, watching his back. Putting his back to her unguarded thus was an insult, but one she felt she may just have to bear right now. "Then what is it you truly seek? And do cease with the seduction." At this she had to chuckle as she moved to stand in front of him again. "If I were going to seduce you," she said quietly, putting her hands unarmed against his shirt front. "I would try to be a bit more subtle. But if you'd rather I did not touch you while -- " He grabbed for her hands as she moved to pull them away. "I never said that," he grinned, holding her close as he made to sit on the hard stone of the rock overhang's cave. He leaned forward, unexpectedly, and suddenly his lips were on her own. She could not say this was what she wanted, but she could not deny it was pleasurable nonetheless. She had come here to gather secrets. That was her way. If she gained something more from that, well, who would she be to complain? She returned his kiss, softly, gently, doing her best not to spur him forward too far ahead of her own libido. As his mouth sought her chin, her jaw line, and then her neck, she leaned her head back. Her purpose for coming here had still not be resolved. "I want to learn to fight. I want you to teach me." "Yes, I will teach you," he murmured, his hand working into her cloak and over her tunic, squeezing at one of her breasts. "I want to know if my weapons are any good," she mumbled, biting her bottom lip as her nipple became erect beneath his palm. "Very good," was all he said, his tongue flicking out over her skin. "And my armor. I need you to tell me if I just wasted my money or if it will serve." She pulled her tunic up for him, revealing her unbound breasts. She had not worn anything beneath, just in case. "I need you to tell me if it's worth the money I just paid for it," she said, squeezing his hand over her round flesh. "Argh!" the other Drow growled. His voice was low, menacing, as he pushed her away. Sitting near him still, she wriggled her chest slightly, her breasts swaying before his eyes. Those dark eyes, locked to her nipples, but that mouth, sneering in dismay. "Am I not pleasing to touch?" she asked, innocently. "Pleasing to touch but not pleasing to hear! What did you come here for?" He was angry now, and that hadn't been her intention. "Why, I came to see you, of course." "What you want, I can teach you any time. You don't need to ply me with your pleasures, just ask what you wish and I shall answer!" Frustrated, he turned away from her, arms resting on his knees, chest rising up and down as he began to calm himself in the Drow way, reigning in his ire and letting it burn deep in his belly. Anger is a tool for a Drow, not a weapon so much as a tool. It is something to be curried and curdled, to toss over and use to one's advantage -- not something to let lash out at others. Seeing him calmer, she leaned forward to him again, her nipples brushing his upper arm. "Come now, give me your word you will teach me. It is not a great thing I ask." "Why do you want to fight," he said quietly, picking up a pebble and tossing it away. "I have someone, well, a few some ones, that I wish to kill." He did not look at her as she continued. "This land is foreign to me, this Belariath village and it's people. I am old and no longer a warrior so much as a politician. I want to enjoy my wealth and the life I have left, and I want to enjoy it here. I would slay those that stand in my way. "Nothing more than that, my lord." Her voice soft now, she whispered against his dark pointed ear, brushing his white hair aside with her lips. "Give me your word you will teach me to fight..." He did not pull away. He nodded. Again she brushed her breasts against his arm, knowing he felt the hardness of her nipples in the chill shade of the rocks against him. His mind was wandering elsewhere already. And she couldn't have that, just yet. "Do you no longer desire me?" He turned to her and then looked away. "I think you are a very beautiful woman. I just don't know why you have come here with this. You could have spoken to me at the inn." "Do I look like a nymph to you?" she said, getting up on her knees and peeling off her tunic. She lay her cloak out, spread on the rock, then her tunic overtop. Then onto both she climbed, laying flat on her naked stomach. "No, you don't seem to be one of them," he said almost wistfully. "Would you rather I throw myself at you? Like they would? And completely ignore conversation? I could do that, if you liked, or I could at least try." He frowned, shaking his head and looking anywhere but at her sleek body, smooth muscled back and cascading white hair. She laughed and rolled onto her back. "Come now, don't be so vexed! If you want something from me, you merely need to say it." "What I want, woman, is to enjoy your flesh. Yet you ply me with words and questions. You can't have both like that, it makes for a dull encounter." With her hands around her breasts, she smiled up at him. "Do I look dull to you?" At last, he looked to her. With her thumbs, she pinched at her nipples, returning them from softness to perkiness as he watched. He held his breath a moment, looking at her. "I want you," he said. And his voice gave away the depth of that wanting. "And I want your word...and you..." "Have both, then," he growled. He dove over her, kissing her deeply. And she did not regret it, that he had finally approached her like this. Almost too quickly, they shed their clothes, kicking off boots, tearing at laces and thumbing leggings down to be tossed to the side as well. At last, he was naked, kneeling over her hips, kissing at her breasts. Lower he went, lathering her belly with his tongue as she touched the swelling of her chest. And soon, his mouth was parting her, suckling her clitoris, nipping at her labia like a hungry wild cat. Her finger joined his mouth and parted her for him, showing her all of her well-tended garden. Her fingers became wet with herself, and as he watched, pausing in his feast, she raised them to her mouth. She lapped at them, her tongue swirling around them. Then she lay them on one hard nipple, wetting it in slow circular motions. "Give me your word," she whispered, taking that nipple into her mouth. He rose up, smiling at her, watching her. "I gave you my word already." "I want you to mean it." She squirmed out from beneath him, away from him, on all fours now. And he almost laughed. His eyes gave away his thoughts on the fire he saw in hers. He felt he had control now. He felt that because of her obvious desire, slick around his mouth from her sex, that he ruled her. She would have to show him otherwise. He leaned back on his elbows, thighs spread, his long cock twitching with excitement as she neared him. Eyes locked to his, she inched forward, a blue creature of prey come from the midnight to feed on him. And he licked his lips anxiously as she licked at his thigh. "Say it, that I have your word," she said, her tongue moving up his calf. "You have it," he gulped around a very dry throat. "I have to hear you say it, and mean it," she whispered against the sensitive flesh of his knee. Pausing there, she bit at him, pulling at the thin skin around his kneecap. Then she boldly lowered her mouth to his cock, tongue flicking over the tip. And still, her eyes remained in control, locked on his steadily. "Who rules here," she whispered. Her tongue was hot against his taut cockhead, flicking over the small slit there and teasing the precum inside out. He did not answer. "Who rules here," she asked again. Now she pulled away, having swirled her tongue all along the sensitive ridge of his cock. As she drew her tongue back in, a silvery spider web thin strand of precum and saliva spread from his skin to hers. He watched it, panting. She did not have to ask him again. "You do," he growled ferociously. And he rose up off his elbows, pushing her back onto the cloak, flat onto her back, towering over her now from between her thighs. She could feel his steaming cock head against her pussy, butting there with all the force of his might. She was almost afraid, looking up into his eyes wide. Now, she was no longer predator. Now, she was the cowering prey. In that moment, he could have owned her. Could have commanded her. Could have controlled her. But he knew not from whence her strength of will came, and he could not have known, did not know. "Give me your word," she managed to whimper out. "You have my word that I will teach you to fight," he said at last. Then he was upon her. And she was yielding to him, lifting her arms to his neck, lifting one leg to wrap around his thigh. His mouth almost tore her throat out as his cock delved deep into her privacy, forcing deep into her tightness and warmth. She did not fight him, but yielded to him all the pleasures her body could give. Within minutes they were writhing together as a beast made of one body, flesh molded to flesh, lust bonded to lust. He took her almost savagely, causing her to writhe and scream beneath him and in his arms. He would not stop until he had had her completely. And it was that thought that drove her to her own ecstatic orgasm. As his cock filled her, spread her, thrust viciously into her. As his mouth took her neck, her face, her breasts. As his hands clung to her, forcing her to cling to him -- there was no greater release than that which she gave in to. To be ruled so, and to not have wielded any weapons and yet to rule. To be so taken, and do nothing but enjoy the moment and thus, be the true victor. He lay panting with her now, spent, his cum dripping from between their bodies. She was covered in a sheen of sweat now, from her hairline to her knees. He rolled onto his back on the cloak, pulling her on top of him, his arms still strong and clinging to her. And her eyes were still on his face, studying him now in the last of his grimaces of pleasure. "You...you gave me your word," she panted. He did not seem to hear, merely nodded, catching his breath. "Don't forget it, as soon as you will forget this." She was ever the wary one, ever suspecting. She was Drow. "I won't forget this, not any time soon," he whispered. She lowered his head, to look into his dark gaze as if she could read the truth there. And he kissed her again, deeply. She almost believed he would not forget the episode. But she knew in her soul she would not let him forget his word. His Work Alibi "Hold on. Let me check." The one-sided conversation paused and a swivel chair creaked. "Hey, Marty! How late are you working tonight?" With a sigh, Marty turned to see the expectant face of Eddie, peering around the cubicle divider, "Carpe Diem" coffee mug in hand. "I'll probably be here till ten at least, wrapping up this report for Simon." "If Melanie asks..." "... you were here with me all the time," Marty recited. They went through the same drill at least once a week. Marty didn't know what Eddie was up to that he didn't want his girlfriend to know about. Seeing another woman? Gambling his money away at poker? Marty didn't really care, and thought it vaguely rude to ask. It all seemed kind of silly. Marty hadn't spoken to Melanie since the company picnic over a year ago. He wasn't part of their social circle, of any social circle, really—not since he and Beth graduated from college and got married five years ago. He had too much work to do. Just when did Eddie think that Melanie would ask him about anything? "Thanks, pal," Eddie replied with a quick grin. Then his face disappeared behind the divider and Marty heard him resume his conversation. "OK. We're clear. Want me to bring anything?" There was a brief pause, then a chuckle from Eddie. "I mean, besides that." Another pause. "How about Chinese food?" Another, shorter pause. "Ok, I'll think of something. See you in about an hour." Eddie hung up the phone, yelled "Good Night, Marty!" through the divider, and left. Marty shook his head. Eddie was a fool. Maybe their boss was right and he did have "soft skills," but he certainly didn't have much of a work ethic. He almost never stayed late or worked weekends at the office. He spent his lunch hour at the gym rather than at his desk. He never volunteered for the out-of-town assignments. He even took all of his vacation days. Marty thought back to the last vacation he himself had planned to take. It was aborted at the last minute when upper management needed someone to handle a crisis on the Macmillan account and he had volunteered. That was quite a coup. The all-inclusive Romantic Getaway resort package was nonrefundable, unfortunately. But the kudos he got were worth every penny. Beth had been really upset when he called to break the news. She had been planning their trip to Cancun for three months. But to his surprise and relief, his wife had calmed down by the time he got home, and instead of having a big fight, she simply announced a change of plans: she would go visit her great-aunt in Sarasota instead. She even seemed happy about the prospect of spending the week with the old biddy and her geriatric friends. That same day, true to form, Eddie announced that he was dropping everything to go to Mexico with a friend, leaving his accounts for Marty to handle in his absence -- which turned out to be not a big deal, because Eddie's clients were used to his unreliability and were willing to wait till he returned to have their issues resolved. Though that had been eight months ago, Eddie still had pictures from his trip on his laptop screensaver, with his arm around some woman he met down there. You couldn't see anything of her face, really, because in every shot, she was wearing big sunglasses and a floppy hat -- but she had a killer body that looked great in a bikini. It was a good thing Eddie never took his work home with him, Marty thought with a snort. Otherwise, Melanie might see the pictures. * * * "Eddie, my man!" said the doorman with a smile. "What's up?" "Just delivering some Chinese food, Dewayne," Eddie replied with a grin, slipping a five-dollar bill into the black man's palm. "Smells good," replied the doorman, smoothly pocketing the bill. Then he grinned, too, knowing full well that Eddie would be doing more than just delivering food to the female tenant of apartment 1127. Upstairs, Eddie rang the buzzer. She opened the door almost immediately. "I decided to get Chinese food after all," he announced, holding up two plastic bags filled with small cardboard containers. "I hope you brought me something else, too," she replied, reaching between his legs and caressing his bulge. He answered her overture with a kiss, a long, involved kiss that led to the apartment's little kitchen, where he dropped the bags on the table and pinned her against the counter. His hands, now free, quickly slipped under her top and found their place around her warm, soft globes. His thumbs softly rubbed her hardening nipples. She arched her arms and drew her top up over her head, then let it drop to the floor. Her beautiful long hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. His lips left hers and moved to a spot where he knew she liked some attention: the underside of her neck. She responded by bending her head to the side, and sighing. He was careful, of course, to leave no mark. His little kisses, licks, sucks, and nibbles were precisely calibrated to get just the right effect. Her murmurs and the heaving of her chest told him he was doing it right. He went lower, being equally delicate with each sensitive nipple. He knew she hated it when they were treated roughly. She reached under her skirt and yanked her panties off, her eagerness clear. Then she hopped on the counter and spread her legs, silently inviting him to continue. He dropped a knee and buried his face in the crotch that she kept neatly shaved for him, with only a small patch of fur to affirm that she was a grown woman. The crinkly folds of her flesh got the same gentle treatment from his lips and tongue that her other parts had, and her murmurs grew louder. Her fingers alternately caressed his hair and gripped his skull. When the time was right, he knew just how to tweak her clit to send her right over the edge. "Oh, God!" she cried, as her hips bucked and her hands held his head like a vise. His first mission accomplished, he stood and unzipped his pants, and dropped them and his boxers to his ankles. Her legs were still open, still inviting. He stepped between them and slid himself easily inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder while he stroked in and out. It was all about his pleasure now and she was willing to let him take her any way that he wanted. This time, he wanted it quick. He picked up the pace, pounding his hips against hers, focusing on the delightful friction of her moist flesh around his dick. "Ah!" he cried as he let loose inside her at last. Spent, they relaxed awhile in each other's arms, giggled for a moment at their own impulsiveness, and then sat down at the table as they were, half-naked and sticky with cum. They were by now too hungry to care. "So what did you get?" she asked as she started opening the white cardboard cartons with red Oriental lettering on the sides. He didn't answer, just waited for the smile he knew would come when she realized that he had remembered to get her favorite dish -- and the laugh, when she saw whose favorite he also brought. Together, they picked at the Szechwan chicken, neither wanting to touch the greasy General Tso's, and talked about their respective days. Eddie listened with keen interest as she spoke of her interactions with the various quirky personalities at her office, even though he knew none of the people she was talking about. She paused to take a bite, then asked, "Have you heard from Melanie lately?" "Not really. We exchanged some emails right after she moved to Portland, but I haven't heard from her in months." "I bet she misses you, or at least one part of you." She reached down to stroke his cock, which quivered at her touch. Eddie grinned. He dropped his chopsticks and stood, drawing her up from her chair as he did so. Then he kissed her, tasting the soy sauce in her mouth with his playful tongue. Taking her by the hand, he led her to the familiar bedroom. * * * When Marty finally got home, the apartment was dark and quiet. The only sound was the rhythmic thumping of the washing machine in the alcove, nearing the end of its cycle. He moved quietly, hoping not to wake his wife and hear her complain once again about his late hours at the office. He had to admit, though, that she had not complained much lately. Maybe she was finally getting it. He set down his bag and walked to the bedroom. The air was thick with the scent of the aromatherapy candles Beth had started using over the past year. As he undressed in the dark, she broke the silence. "So, how was your day?" "Oh, busy as always. You?" "Just the usual." Then, just before she rolled over to go to sleep, she added, "If you're hungry, there's some General Tso's chicken in the fridge." - end - His World NOTE TO ALL READERS: This story in no way describes what an actual Dom/sub relationship is like. This was just something that popped into my head, and I decided to write down. For those of you in a Dom/sub relationship, please do not take offense to what you are about to read, as that was not my intention. "On your hands and knees, slut!" Her Master yelled at her. "Yes, Master," she softly whispered back and got down on all fours. His bedroom was dark except for the dozens of candles He had lit. her long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail, so that it was easier for Him to pull her hair when He wanted to. The spiked collar on her slim neck seemed to be almost too tight, but it was just the way He liked it. He tugged at the leash attached to her collar, wrapping it around His hand. she held in the whimper that almost escaped her blood red lips because if she were to let it out, He would punish her more. When He called her earlier that night, she knew what He wanted of her. she made sure to shower and shave so He would be pleased with her. she dressed in a leather bra and matching crotch-less panties. she almost cried as she was dressing. she put her collar on and almost cried thinking of what tonight would bring. she always tried her hardest to obey her Master, but this was her first dominating relationship; all her others, she was treated as an equal. her slender, pale body looked good in the outfit she chose, but before she left her home, she put on her trench coat to make sure no one saw what she was wearing. she felt somewhat embarrassed to be with Him, but she felt she had no choice. T/they had been seeing each other for almost a year already, and she was still terrified of Him. she drove to His apartment, ready for the worst. Before she left her car, she removed her trench coat so He wouldn't be upset with her. As soon as she was let it, He hit her, yelling that she wasn't on all fours as she should have been. she held back the tears as she stayed in position while He went to go get the whips. she knew what was coming. she should have known better. she wasn't good enough to stand to greet Him yet. she had not reached His level yet. she bit her lip, holding back the tears, as she felt the whip crack against her back. "Count them out!!!" He yelled at her. He stopped at 25, and she remained where she was, not moving a muscle. He returned five minutes later pleased to find she was right where He left her. "Very good, slave. You decided not to move. How soon you seem to forget when I don't summon you here for a while." He frowned down at her. "I'm sorry, Master. I was not thinking. I'm sorry, Master. Thank you for teaching me a lesson," she had her head bowed down. "You may rise," He told her. she sat back on her knees. she always had to be on her knees in His presence. she kept her head bowed down, not making eye contact with Him, afraid to look Him in the eye. He towered over her, whether she was kneeling or standing. He stood at a full six feet and had dark brown hair with light blue eyes. When she first saw Him, it was His smile that attracted her. He had a beautiful smile, perfect teeth, and full lips. He was muscular and had a great ass. He told her His name was Jareth. she had to admit that it was a unique name. T/they began to talk and grow closer, and soon, T/they were dating. she really liked Him, and a few months into the relationship, He introduced her into His lifestyle. He never allowed her to be anything but His slave, His toy. At first, she somewhat enjoyed it, because it was a new experience, after all. He was lenient with her at first because she was knew to it, but after about two months, He began punishing her for not following orders precisely or not wearing her hair the right way. He only acting this way to her when T/they were in His apartment; in public, He was a perfect gentleman. As time went by, she began to fear Him, and as much as she wanted out of the relationship, she was afraid to leave. He degraded her, telling her that no one would want such a disobedient wench and He told her other things. she often thought back to the way things were between them before He brought her into His world, how He treated her with respect, how T/they used to make love, and how she would run her fingers through His hair as T/they laid in bed afterwards. she missed being treated as an equal. she missed having a normal relationship. she was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard Him unzipping His pants. she lifted her head up and opened her mouth wide, waiting to accept Him. she stole a glance up at His face as His pants dropped to the floor and saw a pleased smile on His face, right before He jammed His cock in her mouth and started pumping away. she licked and sucked on His seven inch cock as best as she could with Him thrusting so forcefully into her mouth. The first few times He did this, she gagged and He punished her. she learned to take it, to get used to it, but not to enjoy it. There were times where He would let her take her own pace at pleasing Him, but at times like this, He just wanted release. His low grunts were already making her wet, and she was still unsure why she reacted the way she did to Him basically forcing himself upon her. His paced quickened as He was starting to reach His climax, and He withdrew from her mouth in time to cum all over her face. she knew not to wipe it off, as much as she wanted to. It disgusted her so much and made her feel dirty, but He liked seeing her with His seed all over her face. "You look beautiful, my dirty, little slut." He looked at her with pride upon His face. "Thank you, Master," she replied softly as He pulled His pants back up. "You love having my cum all over your face, don't you, slut?" "Yes, Master. It makes me feel dirty," she said with a small, forced smile upon her face. "And you love feeling dirty, don't you?" "Yes, Master." she felt ashamed. she needed a shower. she needed to feel clean. He left her where she was as He went into the kitchen, and she fought the urge to wipe her face clean. He returned only moment later with a wet napkin and threw it at her. "Clean yourself off. I'm tired of looking at you like that." she did as He told her, and when she was finished she held the dirty napkin in her hand. "Are you just going to sit there all night holding onto that? Go dispose of it!" He glared at her, anger flashing through His eyes. "Yes, Master. I mean, no, Master. I will go dispose of it now, if I may," she looked up at Him and He nodded. she crawled into the kitchen on her hands and knees and got rid of the napkin. she made her way back to His living room and didn't see Him anywhere. "Master?" she called out, but no answer. Suddenly, she felt hands on her waist, moving down, removing her panties. she helped as best as she could to get them off, raising a leg when needed. she didn't even turn around when she felt His hands on her waist again, steadying her. On hand went down to her already wet pussy and slid along her slit from top to bottom. "Already soaking wet like the slut you are. Was it the whips or my cock in your mouth?" He continued playing with her pussy, His fingers slowly sliding in, causing her to moan. "It was both, Master," was all she could manage to get out before He began sliding His fingers in and out, soon pumping away at her. Every once in a while, He would stop to play with her clit, bringing her close to orgasm before stopping to finger her again. He kept up this little charade of torturing her before stopping all together. she held back a whimper, thinking He was done and was going to leave her like that for a while without any release. she heard Him rise behind her, His hands on her waist again, lifting up her ass to His waist level, and He jammed His cock into her. His pace was slow at first, then it slowly became quicker and harder and faster. she rocked her hips to match His rhythm, and He bent over and began playing with her right nipple, tugging on it, rolling it between His thumb and index finger, pinching it, making it ache with both pleasure and pain, making her moan and rock harder onto Him. As soon as the assault on her nipple started, it stopped. Soon, His hand found its way to her clit. He flicked at her clit with the tips of His fingers, making her moan out louder. He started tracing little figure eights on her clit, and she screamed out as she was reaching her climax point. her breathing was heavy now, but she knew she couldn't come all on her own. "Master...." "What is it, slave," He grunted out. "Master...I need...to cum....Please, let me cum....May I....please...cum..." He was thrusting into her harder, rubbing her clit faster. If He didn't let her cum, she was going to anyway. she had not learned how to control her orgasms yet. she feared she never would. "When I tell you to, and only when I tell you to!" He barked out. she bit down on her lip, trying to hold back. Still, He pumped away at her pussy harder and harder and faster still, massaging her clit, driving her insane. Just before she thought she was going to lose it, and then she would be in for it, He screamed out, "Come NOW!!" she felt Him cumming inside her pussy, and at that very moment, she came herself. He pulled out of her and walked in front of her. "Clean me off," He told her, and she did as He said. she licked His dick clean, making sure to get everything, and she felt Him grow hard in her mouth again. she could taste both Him and herself on His cock. He withdrew from her mouth and told her she could relax. she sat down on the floor cross-legged as He removed her bra. A few minutes passed before He became impatient again and had her stand up. He had her grab a hold of the back of the couch so she was bent over. He made her suck His cock again, her tongue running over the hard shaft and the swollen head, and then sucking hard on it. He withdrew and went behind her. she already knew what was coming next. This was the one she hated the most. she cringed as she felt His hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks. He never used any type of lubricant, only her sucking on Him. He reached a hand down to her pussy, His cum still dripping out of her, and He wiped it back to her tiny, backside entrance. He spread her cheeks again and rammed all of His cock deep into her. she cried out in pain, and He pulled out, taking a hold of His whip and cracking her on the ass. she screamed out and He did it again. "Make another sound, and I will only make it worse," He growled. she nodded softly, letting Him know she understood, and He continued His assault on her ass. she felt like He was tearing her apart, but soon, it was all over. He grunted a few times and came. As soon as He pulled out, she felt it dripping out, slowly making its way down her ass and onto her leg. she hoped He wasn't going to make her clean Him off again, although He usually didn't after fucking her ass, but she knew that day was coming, she just wasn't sure when. she heard Him stretch and make His way to her front. "I'm taking a shower. Come wash me." "Thank you, Master. I would love to," she told Him, knowing that was what He wanted to hear. she was sore and just wanted to hide in her own bed, in her own apartment, under her own covers, but she had a feeling tonight was going to be one of His long nights. He had her undress completely, allowing her to take her collar off. she was with Him inside the shower, feeling the spray of the hot water bouncing off Him, relaxing her a bit more. she lathered His favorite soap onto a loofa sponge and slowly began rubbing His body with it. she noticed His arousal right away but continued washing Him. Next, she lathered His shampoo into His hair and slowly began massaging His scalp as she washed His hair. He was no longer under the assault of the running water; He was slowly backing her up against the wall. He rinsed His hair out and she remained where He left her, afraid to move. He approached her again, and her back hit the wall. Placing His hands upon her waist, He placed a soft kiss upon her lips. she returned the kiss, lost in the passion of it, and wrapped her arms around His waist, pulling Him closer still. His hands softly explored her body; every touch was gentle and she grew wet. Things were like this when T/they first were together, before He brought her into His world. He was so gentle with her, acting like He was afraid she was going to break if He did something wrong. He was so loving and caring to her. her thoughts are interrupted when He began to move her. Still kissing, He brought her under the spray of the hot water which was already turning her skin red. His soft caresses made her body sing, and then He broke the kiss. she stood there, watching, as He took the loofa sponge in His hand and lathered it with soap. He pulled her away from the streaming water and carefully, yet sensuously washed every inch of her body. As He guided her back under the spray of the water, His hands ran over her body as the suds were being washed away. His hands lingered on her breasts, gently massaging them. His hand right hand left one of her breasts to explore the rest of her body. He was acting as if He had never touched her before. His mouth soon replaced His hand, and He began to gently suck on her nipple. His tongue flicked against her nipple and started nibbling lightly, arousing her even more, hardening both the nipple in His mouth and the one under His left hand. His other hand found its way to her shaven pussy. He guided His fingers along her slit, instantly noticing how wet she was, but still, He did not take her. He was drawing this game of His out, and she wasn't sure why. He was never interested in her pleasure after He brought her into His world, why would He start now? He guided His fingers into her, slowly thrusting them in and out. With His thumb, He massaged her clit. His lips left her nipple and returned to her lips, kissing her passionately. she thought she heard Him mumble "I love you, raiyne," but she wasn't sure. He withdrew His fingers and pulled away from her slightly, inspecting her reaction. The next thing she knew, He was down on His knees in front of her, staring up at her. she ran her fingers through His hair, and He spread her legs apart, still looking up at her. He slowly flicked His tongue over her clit. she closed her eyes, enjoying every moment. He started tracing figure eights over her clit, her moans coming out louder and more frequent. He slid in two fingers and started thrusting them in and out of her while His tongue continued blissfully torturing her clit. As she was getting close to having an orgasm, she was snapped back to reality as He slapped her. Her eyes were wide as He glared at her. "You little, fucking bitch. You should know by now to pay attention to me and only me and to answer me when I fucking talk to you! Do you fucking understand?" He yelled at her and slapped her again. she couldn't even make a sound; all she could manage to do was nod. He slapped her again. "I said fucking answer me!" "Yes, Master. I'm so sorry, Master. I was just thinking...." "Did I tell you that you could think, slut?" He interrupted her. "No, Master. Forgive me, Master. I'll do anything," she pleaded with Him. "What were you thinking about?" He softened His tone. she looked down at the floor. "It's okay. You can tell me. Be honest with me, because you know what will happen to you if you lie to me." she nodded softly. she felt embarrassed, she wasn't used to having to be so descriptive, but she knew that if she didn't tell Him every detail, He'd hurt her, badly. she described her daydream to Him in full, complete detail. When she was finished, He began to laugh. she felt even more embarrassed, and hurt. "You really got yourself to start on wishful thinking, haven't you, bitch?" she nodded softly. He turned off the water and said, "Well, get the fuck out. You want me to pleasure you? I'll do it. But I'll do it MY way." He practically threw her out of the shower and pushed her into His bedroom. He tied her to the bed and blindfolded her. she heard Him rustling around and wondered what He was doing. He took out some of His toys. He pulled out a ten inch dildo, a paddle that was spiked on one side, and His favorite whip. He spread her legs as wide as He could and thrust the vibrator as deep as He could, and that's when she screamed. "NOT ANOTHER FUCKING SOUND, YOU STUPID SLUT! I know this is what you wanted, you dirty, little whore. ENJOY IT!" He flipped her over and whipped her. As she screamed with each whipping, he grew more enraged. she had welts on her back and tears were flowing from her eyes, soaking her blindfold. He soon grew tired of the screaming and threw His whip across the room and went to get His ball-gag, shoving it into her mouth. Next, He took the paddle and started smacking her ass, the spikes digging in deep. she screamed through the gag, and the tears were coming even harder. He lifted her ass up in the air and took the flat side of the paddle and started hitting her pussy with it, each hit driving the dildo in deeper and deeper. she was bleeding, she could feel it. Everything hurt so much. When He grew tired of that, He went back to the whip, then hitting her ass with the spiked paddle, then her pussy. His assault on her went on for hours until He couldn't take it anymore. He rolled her over on her back again, taking off the soaked blindfold and removing the gag. she was sobbing uncontrollably, and looking at Him through her tears, she saw a disturbing sight. He was grinning, enjoying every moment of her pain. she watched as He stroked His hard cock, slowly at first, then faster and faster. When He came, He came all over her, her face, her tits, her stomach, her sore pussy. Then He noticed it. He saw the small puddle of blood underneath her, coming from her ass and pussy, but He was too tired to do anything about it. He untied her and laid down on the bed. "Get the fuck out. I don't want to see you again until I say so. Understand, slut?" she nodded and managed to speak. "Thank you, Master, for teaching me a lesson. I promise I will be better-behaved next time." "Get out," He growled at her. she nodded and ran out of His bedroom, dressing in His living room and running out to her car. she drove home, the tears streaming down her face, racing home as fast as she could. she ran into her home and made sure to take the next week off from work. she needed time to heal. she crawled into bed, sore and bleeding after a long, scalding hot shower. raiyne didn't know when He was going to call her next, or if He was going to call her at all. All she knew was that she didn't want to see Him for a very long time...if at all. she decided it was time for her to sleep. her body was already half way there. her sleep was restless, very restless. she awoke feeling as if she hadn't slept in weeks. The shrill ringing was cutting through her head as she silently scolded herself for forgetting to turn off the ringer the night before, then she remembered that if it was her Master who was calling, He would be upset if she didn't answer the phone. her voice was soft as she answered the phone. "Hey, babes, long time no talk," a bright voice greeted her. she couldn't believe her ears and swore her tired mind was playing tricks on her. "Jamie, is that really you?" a smile brightened her face. she and Jamie hadn't spoken very often since they broke up. He wanted to find a chick who would dominate him, and they both knew that she couldn't do it. In a way, it was Jamie's fault she was in the situation she was in. her curiosity had gotten the better of her because she needed to know what was so great about having someone dominate you. "Yeah, of course it's me," he laughed, "did you think I was the grim reaper or something?"