Walking out of his office and the club with the biggest smile on her face, she wondered how long it would take him to open the bag she’d left on his desk and realize he’d soon be a daddy.
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The Black Room Series
Michael Part One
By Cleo Taurus
Chapter One
She met him, as she always did, on her knees. Naked, she was clean shaven everywhere but her head. Long and blonde, it was tied in a leather strap, as per his instructions. He entered the room, quietly taking in the sight of her. Her senses went on overload every time she saw him. The two of them were so different. She was the light to his dark. Her cornflower blue eyes, her body toned from swimming daily, her high breasts filled his hand completely, and her long legs wrapped around him so well. The way her heart-shaped face and full pouty lips screamed in pleasure, she was, for him, perfect.
“Hello my Princess,” his deep voice sent shivers straight to her cunt.
“Hello Master,” she answered him, her eyes never leaving his feet. Kneeling there, waiting for his command, she felt her wetness already. Only he could make her body and mind respond in such a way. She lived for the times he called her. Her world revolved around him it seemed, yet when they weren't together, Elizabeth Benson had a full and happy life. Michael was her Dom, nothing more, nothing less. He filled a need she had, just as she filled a dark space in his soul.
“Tell me how you want to please me, what is it I want to hear?”
“My body is yours to command Master, my pussy, mouth, and ass are yours to use.”
Her soft voice filled the silence of the room, as she waited to see what he would do with her today. It had been weeks since he called her, the text, as always was simple. What time, what to wear, how to have her hair, nothing else. Elizabeth never knew what to expect when she met with Michael, and honestly, it was what she preferred. The best part was always the anticipation of what was to come.
“Are you wet for me Princess?
“Yes Master, my body is wet for you.”
He walked slowly over to her, running his hand down her head and lifting her chin. “Look at me.”
Raising her eyes to his, she tried to hide the love she felt for this man, knowing that if he ever found out, she would never hear from him again. He had been clear and up front the first time they met and negotiated their first scene. His tall, muscular body, thick rich hair, and those deep probing eyes caught her attention immediately.
“What kind of girl are you Princess?”
“I am whatever you wish me to be Master.”
“Are you a slut? Are you a dirty girl?”
“For you Master, I am.”
“All fours, Princess. Now.”
Quickly moving to her hands and knees, she looked down at the floor, waiting for his next command. As he walked over to the wall, looking over the large selection of crops, canes, whips and other exotic toys, he grabbed a hard black leather riding crop. Slowly circling her, he pulled back his arm and smacked her ass hard. “Count them off for me Princess.”
With each hit she counted them out, stopping only when he did. When his hand smoothed over her now red ass, he nodded in approval. Putting the crop back, he stood there taking in the sight of Elizabeth on all fours, her cream already running down her legs.
“Come to me Princess. Stand and remind me why I chose you over the others.”
Rising slowly, she walked to her Master, her eyes still downcast, displaying the qualities of his perfect sub. He had trained her from day one to please him in all ways; what she did, what she said, how she came was all for him.
“Undo my leathers and pull my cock out. Stroke it hard.”
“Yes Master.” Doing as he said, she stood, skimming her hands up and down on his cock with a tight grip. His sharp hiss let her know she was pleasing him, so she continued her task.
“On your knees, I want you to suck me the way I’ve taught you.”
“Yes Master.” Sliding to her knees, she took him in her mouth and began sucking him into the moist cavern of her mouth, moving her head up and down his long hard length. With her hands behind her back, unable to touch him, she flattened her tongue to take him in even deeper. Feeling his huge hands wrap around her head and hold her still, he fucked her mouth as she relaxed the muscles in her jaw.
Knees bent slightly, he looked down on her. “Fuck Princess, your mouth is hot, but that's not where I want to cum today.” Pulling out of her mouth he walked over to the table. “Lie on the table, on your back, legs spread knees bent. Hold your pussy open so I can see how wet you are for me.” Moving hurriedly to do his bidding, she obeyed his command. Her body was shaking with need for him as she clamped down on her emotions. Spreading her pussy open, she showed him exactly how wet her sex was.
Rubbing the heel of his hand on her wet hole, he smiled. “You like sucking my cock Princess?” Shoving two fingers powerfully into her creamy core, his fingertips were coated with her juices straight away, proof of how ready she was for him as he looked down into her blue eyes.
“What are the rules Princess?”
“I am not to come without your permission, I am to run my fingers through my cream, and I am to present them to you for the first taste Master.” The quiver in her voice was very noticeable as she recited the rules back to Michael, letting him know she was sliding into the beginnings of subspace.
His fingers fucked her slowly before he pulled them out and slapped her clit hard three times in fast succession. Almost coming, she bit her lip, letting a small moan of pleasure escape.
“Princess you are free to make all the noises you want. The sounds excite me.” His fingers promptly jammed into her cunt, hooking and pressing on her vaginal wall, his thumb stroking her needy clit. “Your clit is so swollen and full. It’s nice and pink and pouting. You need release, don't you Princess?”
“If Master decides I need it.” Her body was shaking and she looked up at the ceiling trying not to come before he allowed it. He started pinching her clit, holding it tight between his fingertips. Letting a cry of pleasure out, she pushed her legs open wider, concentrating on the feel of her hands pressing against her skin, anything to distract her from the pressure starting to build in her pussy.
“No, I don't think you're quite ready yet Princess. Walking over to the table, he selected a small flogger. The soft leather straps were only a few inches long, and he aimed and hit her pussy with precision, watching as it lashed her clit with each swat. Her body arched off the table as she gasped barely able to maintain her tenuous hold on her legs.
“Hold your legs Princess or I will end this here and now and leave you wanting and needy.” The brusque words scared her, but she knew in her heart he would do just that. When they first started meeting, she was new and untrained in the ways of pleasing him. More than once she’d failed him and he’d walked out of the room, leaving her in tears, unable to even get herself off.
Tossing the flogger aside, he slammed two fingers into her wet pussy, twisting his wrist. “So fucking wet Princess.” Feeling her cunt quiver and start to tighten on his fingers, Michael’s hand moved up and twisted her nipple hard with an unyielding squeeze. “Cum now, Princess! Soak my fingers with your cream!”
Screaming out in pleasure at her Master's command, Elizabeth came hard, drenching his fingers. Her body began easing down from the orgasm he allowed her as he peered down at her glowing rosy body.
“Present my gift to me Princess.”
Sliding her fingers through her cream, she held up a shaky hand to her Master.
Watching him lick the evidence of her release from her fingers, she preened at his obvious pleasure. She knew her Master was satisfied.
“Never forget Princess, I always get the first taste of your fresh cum.” Looking down at her body he beckoned her with a tilt of his h
ead. “Finger your pussy; I want you to come once more while you look me in the eyes.” Ready to please him even more, she pinched her nipples again while his eyes never wavered.
“Yes Master.” Running her fingers over her pussy, she inserted a finger inside. As her Master locked eyes with her, it shot licks of fire sizzling throughout her body. Playing with her clit she could feel her second release drawing closer.
“May I come for you Master?”
“Yes Princess, come again, but look me in the eyes, you may not look away. Finger your cunt for me and show me you are a good girl ready to come on my command. His eyes zeroed in on her pussy and her plunging fingers. “COME!”
Her gaze never left him as her fingers worked their way in and out of her cunt bringing about her instantaneous release. Tears of gratitude rolled down the side of her face as her release seeped from her body. “Thank you Master!”
“What's the rule Princess? What do I get?”
Holding her hand up, she presented her fingers to her Master. “You get first taste.”
“Yes, each and every time you come, it is my right to have the first taste. It is your offering to me for allowing you to come. Now, you must clean your pussy.”
Her eyes followed him as he stepped back. The expression was one that had begun to change over the last couple of weeks. His chest seemed to expand and stop, as if he was holding his breath.
Wiping away her pussy juices with her hands, she proceeded to lick them clean as he’d ordered. Clearing away the rest of her cream, she cleaned her hands again and presented them to her Master.
“There’s my Princess. You have done so well that I don’t even have to whip you. Would you like a reward for being so good today?”
“If my Master wishes me to have one.” Her eyes cast downward again, she awaits his answer.
“Yes Princess, Master does wish for you to have a reward. Stand and place your hands on the table, your feet spread apart.” Moving in close behind her, he bent his knees and thrust into her hard. His cock was swallowed by her tight pussy while he fucked her with a driving rhythm. His hand went to her pussy, slapping her clit hard. Her cunt clenched on him causing him to lean back and change the angle and depth of his assault.
Short, solid, deep thrusts of his cock made her body tense, trying to hold off her orgasm until he gave permission.
Smiling behind her, “You’re such an obedient little submissive,” he whispered in her ear, “Come now Princess, give me my orgasm.” He held her hips in a bruising grip while her body exploded around his cock.
His own climax was close. Pulling out, he stroked his cock once before coming on her ass. Seeing her cheeks covered with his jizz, a smile spread across his face just as he slapped her already reddened ass. Putting himself back together, he wrapped his hand around her neck and jerked her backwards. Smashing his lips to hers in a feral kiss, he released her suddenly. “Go clean yourself up Princess.” Walking out the door he stopped, his hand on the knob. Turning back, he spoke with a promising tone, “Until next time Princess.
Chapter Two
Weeks flew by until she received another text from her Master instructing her to meet him at the Dungeon. Elizabeth almost creamed herself in anticipation and excitement. She’d been ordered by him not to come, not to pleasure herself in any way, so she was drowning in need. Going to the salon first to take care of her body, she hurried to arrive before Michael; he hated to be kept waiting, and in fact had left and cancelled their time together once before because she was late. Hurriedly she entered the room, stripping off her clothes and putting them away. She’d wrapped her hair in a leather strap again, the way he always wanted it. Kneeling on the floor she waited for her Master to arrive.
The door opened as he walked silently into the room. Shutting and locking the hard metal door, he looked down at her. “Stand and let me inspect you Princess.”
Standing rapidly, she held her hands behind her back, and focused her eyes downward, as he circled around her, inspecting her. Her skin tingled with the nearness of this man. Only he could do this to her. Make her want and need. Her previous lovers had always left her with a gaping hole of burning need. Before this man came into her life, she’d never had a Master. Only Michael could do this do her, make her melt with a simple word or rough touch. She thought of him as Michael when they weren’t together in this room. She knew nothing about him outside of these four walls painted in black. He never asked about her nor did he volunteer information about himself. They met, as many DOMINANT/submissive couples did, at a mixer held twice a year in the Dungeon.
Not really interested in having just one Master, Elizabeth preferred to play with different ones, never letting a single one get too close. That was before Michael. Meeting him at the party she’d been instantly enthralled. His dark brown hair was cut close to his scalp, his hazel eyes seemed to peer into her very soul. Michael's long tapered fingers curled around her wrist that first time, his touch almost electric. She’d spent all her time at the party with him and by the end of the evening, she had a full and complete list of his likes and dislikes, how he wanted a sub to carry herself when she was with him, and his number one rule; no one else could touch what was his. Until the day came that they parted, she was his to do with as he saw fit. If he ever caught her playing with another Dom, he would end their arrangement then and there.
Elizabeth, not understanding why, she just knew it was the right thing to do, agreed to all his terms. That first session in the Black Room was almost her undoing, but she looked back on it now fondly. She had grown so much as a submissive, and she had her Master to thank for that. He pushed her constantly, making her try things with him she would have never allowed with another.
Now, almost a year later, she knew she was in love with him. Never would she utter those words aloud to him though. He only saw her as a vessel for his pleasure, a toy for him to take out and play with when the mood struck. Michael didn't do love, he didn’t make love, he fucked. And, he expected her to understand that this thing they shared in this little black room with soft red lighting was all they would ever have. It was a tough bitter pill to swallow, but these few hours every couple of weeks with him were more than enough to sustain her.
Done with his inspection, Michael moved to the large oak cabinet on the far wall of the room. Opening the drawers, he pulled out a pair of stiff leather cuffs. Walking back slowly, he held out a hand, waiting for her wrist. Placing her wrist in the leather cuff, he clipped it shut and did the same to the other, locking them together. Taking her over to the center of the room, he pulled down a thick heavy chain and cuffed her to it. Jerking on the chain firmly, her arms were yanked over her head.
Taking a bamboo cane down off the wall, he took a few slow loops around her, looking at her from every angle. “Tell me what makes you a good submissive. What about this lifestyle makes you excited?” This was an old discussion, one they had been having from day one.
“I like that you know what I need and deliver it to me Master. It excites me that you know what I need even before I know, and you supply it to me pushing me past my boundaries.”
“Very good Princess. Trust that I will always give you what you need, not necessarily what you want.” Bringing back his hand, the cane made a swishing noise before it landed on the back of her legs. A pattern of welts started appearing on her legs and ass as he worked his way up her supple body. Pleased with the hisses she was making, Michael ran his hands over her heated ass.
Releasing her from the chains, he left the cuffs on and pushed her to her knees. “Pull my cock out and suck it Princess. Finger your pussy as you suck me and make yourself come before me. Then I will decide where I want to cum, do you understand?”
“Yes Master.” Taking his cock into her mouth, she began sucking him the way she'd been taught with slow strong sucks, her lips over her teeth. Reaching between her legs, she began fingering her pussy, already wet from the caning. Feeling him grow even harder in her mouth, she rubbed her c
lit harder. Moaning she lifted her mouth from his girth and looked up at him. “Please Master, may I come?”
“No, keep rubbing and don’t stop sucking. I'll tell you when to come.”
Opening wide, she swallowed him whole almost gagging as she took him deeply to the back of her throat, rubbing her clit harder and harder. She mewled at the taste of him as a fine sheen of sweat broke out on her skin and she tried fervently not to come, knowing he would be upset and disappointed at her lack of control.
“Princess, come now!”
His words set her off as screamed around his cock coming vigorously.
“Stop sucking and stand. Present me with your finger.”
As she stood, he took her by the wrist, opened his mouth and sucked her cream off her finger, nodding and smiling at her. She knew he was more than satisfied. Making him happy always made her happy too.
“Bend over and grab your ankles Princess. I'm going to fuck you hard and fast.”
Turning around, she bent at the waist, clasping her ankles securely. Holding her hips he spread her pussy lips and slammed into her, hitting her cervix with the first thrust. Almost coming from the force of the first plunge of his cock into her wet and waiting pussy, she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
He attacked hard and fast, just as he promised her, her walls closing in around his dick. The feel of her surrounding him was exquisite. He pulled out, shooting his load all over her back. His cock empty, he left her as she was and buttoned his leathers. “Clean yourself up Princess, and sit on the table. I want to talk to you for awhile.”
Standing, she grabbed a towel and cleaned her back. Her heart was pounding as she sat on the table wondering what he was going to say.
“Look at me Princess,” he began slowly.
Lifting her deep blue eyes to his, she saw nothing that would give his thoughts away.
“Where do you see this going Princess? I know you've been with me exclusively for a year now. If all you wish is for me to punish you and make you come, then I'm happy to oblige, but don’t you want more?” Leaning against the black wall, he crossed his arms over his muscular chest, his hazel eyes waiting expectantly for an answer.
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