My heart hammered against my chest. He was going to take me. I wanted him to take me. But my mind wandered to an alternative. My mouth hungered to taste his throbbing rod, to feel it against my tongue as I enveloped it in my yearning mouth.
Without hesitation, I crawled to the edge of the bed where I found his manhood presented before me, waiting for my lips to encase its length. Flicking my tongue out, I licked the tip across his throbbing head and it bounced in response. The sight made me shudder, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My nails dug at his flesh as I gripped his hip and I plunged his cock into my mouth, relishing the taste of his silken rod. My tongue glided along his length as I enveloped as much as I could without choking.
I steadily bobbed my head, my lips sucking tightly around his growing manhood. His body trembled in response and he groaned, our hooded gazes meeting as I looked up to observe his response.
His fingers laced into my long, wavy hair and he roughly forced my mouth onto his cock, forcing it into the back of my throat until it couldn’t go any further. He held me there, cutting off my airway and triggering my gag reflex. All the while, my throbbing slit dripped in excitement, trembling at every thrust that grazed my throat.
“Yes,” he growled as he began to fuck my mouth, only breaking to let me get a gasp of air before plunging it back into my throat. His pace quickened, and I knew he would release soon. I hungrily sucked his rod, my lips sealing around it like a vise as my hand found his tightening balls.
Without warning, streams of hot cum spurt out across my tongue and I swallowed, wanting to taste him, wanting to please him.
His body trembled as the last spurt coated my mouth with his sweet sticky cum.
I sat back on my heels, kneeling before him on his bed as he had shown me with a pleased, bashful smile. I beamed at him, proud that I had gotten him off with nothing but my mouth.
Expecting him to be finished, I motioned towards the bed, beckoning him to lay with me. But his eyes showed a different plan. They still glistened with dark, aching lust.
“We aren’t finished yet, my dear.”
Julian crawled onto the bed and pulled me on top of him in one swift motion, forcing me to straddle his hips. His cock, still fully erect, grazed my slick slit before he plunged it inside me up to its base, filling my aching pussy. I screamed in erotic pleasure as he ravaged me, no longer holding back, roughly pounding his rod into my tight hole over and over again. My breasts bounced erratically as his hips pounded against mine, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of my dripping hole.
“Is this what you wanted?” he breathed as he relentlessly slammed his rod into me. “Is this what you’ve been craving since I left?”
My body trembled at his words, relishing every forceful thrust. I never imagined I would enjoy rough sex, but it was pure bliss. The feeling rattled my body and I grew hungry for more.
“Yes!” I moaned.
“Yes, what?” he questioned, his cock still penetrating my little hole. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say, and as I hesitated he grasped a handful of hair and pinned my chest against his, forcing my head back as his ragged breath danced across my flesh and his lips grazed the edge of my jaw.
“I am your Master,” he growled and forcefully thrust his cock into me. “And you will address me as such.” Another deep thrust. The growl of his voice made me shudder and I reveled in his demanding tone, whimpering in ecstasy.
“Yes, Master,” I breathed, giving in to his heated request and he rammed his cock deeper into my pussy, stirring another moan from my lips. He placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back on my heels to allow the full girth of his massive rod to fill my tight slit.
This was it. My body tensed and my pussy clutched around his throbbing cock as he relentlessly punished my trembling hole. My fingers clawed at his chest, digging into his fleshy pecs in an attempt to keep myself atop his gyrating hips.
My back arched and my head flew back as a scream ripped from my chest in and explosion of pleasure. The rippling sense of ecstasy flooded over me at my release. Julian grasped my hips, guiding me up and down in rhythm to his own thrusts, extending my climax as he built his own.
I groaned aloud as ecstasy ravaged my every sense. I wanted his cum. I wanted to feel it fill my sweet, aching hole.
“Cum for me,” I moaned. “Cum in my pussy!” My moans turned into pleas at every thrust.
Suddenly, he forced his full length into my quivering slit and held my hips down, his fingers digging into my clammy flesh as wave after wave of cum filled me.
His body shuddered uncontrollably as he groaned in his own overwhelming wave of ecstasy.
My body jolted against his and I collapsed on top of him, our heaving chests fighting each other in ragged breaths. We lie there, panting as our bodies came down from the pure bliss.
Without warning, Julian hooked a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him, and pressed his lips to mine in a tender, longing kiss. My heart skipped and warmth flooded my tingling body as his lips molded to mine. I had thought that I had already been with him in the most intimate way possible, but finally having his soft lips encasing my own had broken through the most vulnerable part of me.
His lips left mine and my eyelids fluttered open to find his tender gaze on me, tracing my every feature. My cheeks flushed, and I wondered if this feeling would ever fade. If there would ever be a time that he didn’t make me blush at his longing gaze.
A moan slipped past my lips as he lifted me off of his girth to lie beside him in his warm embrace. My mind reeled at our passionate session as he lightly dragged his fingertips along my jawline. There were countless thoughts circling in my mind, but one in particular kept circling back.
“Julian?” I asked softly, rousing only a gentle groan from him in response. “Do I really have to call you Master?”
The idea seemed ridiculous and rather outdated for our time, and I couldn’t see myself really following through with such a request. His chest rattled against my cheek as he chuckled.
“No,” he responded. “I already know you’re mine.” I cast him a curious glance and he smiled, gently tapping a finger to my temple.
“I know you are mine,” he repeated. My cheeks burned as realization struck me. He knew I was his because he knew what I wanted, what I yearned for.
And the only thing I wanted anymore was him.
Chapter 17
We lay there, nestled together in each other’s embrace, relishing in the blissful silence that surrounded us. The only sound was that of our calmed breaths. Sleep beckoned me after such vigorous activities, tugging at my conscious mind to drift into a peaceful slumber. As sleep threatened to take me, my mind wandered off to my parents. Images of their smiling faces danced across memory before obscure images of blood tainted them, jolting me back awake.
I needed a distraction, something to ease my mind away from the painful memories that threatened to break through. I wanted to talk with Julian, discuss any and everything that came to his mind in hopes of keeping my own thoughts at bay. I found myself wanting to know what was on his mind as of right now and, unlike him, I had only one way of knowing.
“Julian?” My eyes were still closed and my head was pressed against his chest.
“Yes?” he responded, his voice barely above a whisper.
“What are you thinking right now?”
His delayed response drew my curiosity and I peeked through a cracked eyelid to find his brows furrowed in thought as he gazed off into the open room.
Concern struck me and I propped myself up on one elbow to get a better look at him.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t something I had done.
“How did that happen?” he blatantly asked. My brows pinched together as my confusion deepened.
“How did what happen?” I asked, puzzled.
“How did your parents die?”
There were many things I found myself comfortable talking
about with him now, and why wouldn’t there be, after everything we had been through? That, however, was not one of them. It was something I couldn’t get myself to talk about to anybody. The pain was too much to bear. Just the thought of speaking about them formed a lump in my throat so large I could hardly swallow.
But how could I keep such a big part of me from him when he had his whole life practically laying out on a table for me? I knew of so many dark memories he harbored. It wasn’t fair to keep mine from him for all this time. In all honesty, I was rather shocked that he didn’t already know. He knew everything else that plagued my mind, so why not this?
“You have an uncanny talent of suppressing them from me. It’s impressive for someone not trained to block my abilities,” he said, his voice soft. “You have kept it from me a few times before. Once when I told you of my former blood slave. I even saw them for an instant in one of your dreams before, and again tonight, you shut them out of your mind. Why is that?” His eyes rested on me in a gentle gaze, searching my features for an answer.
I swallowed hard past the lump that consistently grew in my throat, choking on the words as I tried to form them.
“I try not to think about them,” I whispered, forcing away the tears that threatened to sting my eyes.
“Can you tell me what happened?” he asked.
I could tell he was trying to ease into the subject. He was being so gentle, and though he asked, I didn’t feel pushed to tell him.
If I couldn’t speak to him about the things that haunted me, there would be no hope for us in the future.
I sat up straight. “My father died of blunt force trauma to the head when he hit the corner of the kitchen counter. My mother took fifteen stab wounds to the chest and abdomen—”
“No,” he cut me off. “Tell me what happened.”
“I-I was in high school,” I choked out, struggling to get past my nerves. “I had met this amazing guy online and I fell for him. Hard.” I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice.
“He knew all the right things to say. He was sweet and funny and caring, and I don’t know… I just couldn’t help my feelings. I thought I was in love. But then my parents found out. They flipped out, to say the least. And they put an end to it. I went over to Kiera’s to cry about my parents ruining my life. She walked me home.
“He was still there when I found them. Standing over my parents’ bodies, the bloody knife still dripping. He was relieved when he saw me. He held out his hand to me. In his mind, he’d just slain the dragons and rescued me.”
“And did you take it, his hand?”
I looked at him, aghast. “He had just murdered my parents!”
“That implies an answer. But it isn’t an answer.”
He had to know. That somehow made it easier to admit. The one thing I never told anyone. The reason I could never feel anything but shame when I thought of my parents.
“Kiera shot him before I could. She saved me.”
When she saw what happened, she went around to the front of the house and grabbed my father’s gun from the safe in his office. I didn’t even understand what had happened until after the shot rang out and he fell to his knees. Kiera stood there, frozen with the gun still pointed at him even after he was dead.
I had said it maybe a million times over the years, but only Julian would understand exactly how she saved me.
“Please, keep her safe. She means the world to me.” I never wanted anyone else I cared about to be hurt again because of me. “I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to her…”
He tenderly brushed away a tear with the pad of his thumb. “I made you a promise, Abigale. Once we find her, she will not be harmed. And I don’t intend on breaking that promise.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I offered a meek smile and nuzzled into his side, soaking in his warmth.
In a strange way, it felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off of my chest. After holding in my story for so long, I could finally breathe again. All because he cared enough to ask, to learn what had really happened that night.
Julian and I lay there in comfortable silence. A sense of calm had fallen over me. I had connected with him on a whole other level. I was no longer scared of the predicament I had fought for so long. It was the complete opposite of the way I had imagined my life going. I had pictured a strong, successful career in the forensic field, playing doting aunt to Kiera’s future kids, but none of my own. I expected to die alone, half-eaten by my cats before anyone had noticed I passed.
This life was better. It held more adventure. The lifestyle was enticing and enchanting and held so much more than the ordinary world. I doubted I would ever grow tired of it. Or of him. Julian had become a safe haven.
Dawn broke, the fading night sky peeking through the slender window at his bedside. With a clap, the shades lowered, blocking out all light and casting darkness back into the room. I found myself drifting peacefully into dreamless sleep, content with where my life would lead with this strange, magnificent creature I had fallen in love with.
I woke to an empty bed, a fresh set of lingerie lying beside me with a note pinned to its front. My fingertips lightly grazed the elegant script as I read it.
Abigale,
I am sorry I did not wake you. I have gone on another search to find your friend. Breakfast is ready and waiting for you in the kitchen. Maxwell will be patrolling the grounds if you find yourself needing anything before my return. I will be back before supper and anxiously await our next rendezvous.
Stay safe, love.
Julian D.
My heart fluttered. I was unable to control my emotions. I loved when he called me that, even if he may not have meant it the way I hoped he did. It was sweet and endearing, and so heartwarming. It was hard not to be misled.
I slid on the sheer white camisole and the matching white lace panties, the color leaving nothing at all to the imagination as my supple breasts showed proudly through the dainty material. Cotton lace embroidery framed the two-tiered top, dainty flower patterns fading up to the edge of my breasts. By this point, it hardly fazed me at all to be practically nude in front of Julian. It was a bit of a turn-on now. But the thought of prancing around in this piece with Max looming around had me nervous to even leave the room.
Boredom overcame me within minutes, and I shook away my embarrassment. I was sure he had seen his fair share of women in less attire than mine. And knowing how Julian reacted, I was certain nothing would happen.
After finding a notepad and pen in Julian’s study, I wandered out into the courtyard again, deciding to observe some of the exotic plant life that grew around its edges. It had been quite some time since I studied botany, but there were several unique specimens around Julian’s house that had caught my eye yesterday. It would be a good way to pass the time.
I strode from plant to plant, marking down colors, heights, and circumferences of the blooms of each one. He had an amazing assortment of night-blooming flowers planted all over his property, the contrasting colors highlighting the next plant in the silver moonlight.
A strange plant caught my eye, the crisp white tendrils of the flower petals curling and all twisting counter clockwise as its fresh buds began to bloom, releasing a pleasantly sweet fragrance into the crisp night air.
I jotted down its structure, height, and color, wracking my mind as to what the name of the beautifully unique flower was. Studying my notes, it struck me as I watched the moonlight glisten across its white structure. It was a moonflower, a delicate bud native to the Americas and only blooming in the moon’s light. Its round bud earned it the favorable name.
“Abby?” a feminine voice whispered from behind me as I kneeled by the plant. I jumped in response. I’d figured I was alone.
I spun around on my knees to find a woman with wild curly locks of auburn hair almost glowing as the moonlight beamed behind her. I would recognize that mane anywhere.
“Kiera?!” I squealed, my excitement trembling th
rough every inch of my body. I leapt to my feet and we dashed towards each other, our bodies colliding in a tight embrace. My best friend had found me, and most importantly, she was alive.
“How did you find me?!” I exclaimed, my hands clutching her arms as we looked over each other. I was beyond titillated at the sight of her standing before me. I had almost forgotten how beautiful she was.
“What are you wearing?” she asked, concern lacing her words as she ignored my question. I glanced down, and instantly my excitement diminished, my heart sinking at the realization of what this meant. She shouldn’t be here. She needed to leave.
“Never mind that, we need to go. Now! I have a chopper waiting on the other side of the forest. If we’re fast, we can make it out of here within the hour.” She grabbed my wrist and began to tote me along behind her, dragging me towards the tree line in a frantic escape.
I wanted to go with her, to be home again like I had yearned for, to have my job back, my best friend, my life, my freedom. But I was torn between the life I once had and the life I was building now with Julian. I had given him my promise to be his. Not only could I not break that promise, but I didn’t want to anymore. I didn’t want to run. But she needed to. Her life depended on it.
I skidded to a stop, digging my heels into the damp earth to halt her progression.
“I can’t leave, Kiera,” I stated as she turned to look at me with bewilderment.
“What are you talking about?! Of course you can! Come on!” She yanked at my wrist and I tugged back, breaking away from her grasp. Her eyes glued to me in shock, unaware of what was happening here.
“Kiera,” I said softly. “I don’t want to go.” I spoke each word clearly as to make her understand, but that only seemed to deepen her unhinged confusion.
“Abby!”
“No. I’m not leaving. But you need to. You need to leave. Run. Go back to the helicopter and go back home. Forget all about the email I sent you, about anything and everything I told you. Pretend none of it ever existed. You need to get out of here, Kiera! I’m begging you!” I pleaded, trying to make her understand that she was in danger staying here. “You don’t need to worry about me. I promise I’m okay. Better then okay…” I blushed, ashamed of my sudden admission. “But you won’t be if you stay here any longer!”
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