A Rose of Any Color: MaleDom: A BDSM Anthology

by Editors: Katherine Merchant, Sonya Bond, Michelle Puffer

  “Hold up your pricked finger, Pet, and press it against mine. You may say whatever vows you wish to express.”

  Morgan raised a trembling fingertip, pressing it against his as instructed. Their blood mingled in the symbolic joining of their souls. His smile melted her heart. Bound to one another for eternity, she thought, her gaze transfixed on their hands. The pad of his index finger was much larger, and the skin tone darker than her own. His strength and power now became her protection.

  Breaking her gaze, she raised her chin, her vision taking in all the contours of his face. Debonair and class fit him like sheep’s skin gloves. Dark eyes framed in black lashes met her gaze. Morgan’s heart lurched.

  Not once in the past week had she believed this moment would ever be hers. Truly humbled in his presence, the idea that she was, in fact, his chosen one moved her beyond description. She prayed her words would convey the deep love she harbored for him. Not knowing what she would say, she contemplated the moment. Listening to her soul and heart, she realized they would provide her with all she wanted and needed to say.

  Choked by emotions, her voice quivered. Her thoughts calmed and easily transformed into words that drifted off her tongue. Although shaky, her speech was clear and coherent. “My eternity awaits in the depths of your gaze. Unspoken promises lay bare for me to see at this time, bathed in a light that shines from the very ends of your soul. You have made me realize who I am and where I belong. Forever in deepest gratitude, Master, I humbly accept this esteemed honor. I give to you every part of me, both physical and emotional. From the darkest recesses of my soul to the fullest capacity of love in my heart, I will always remain faithfully devoted to you. With all the respect and admiration I possess, I am yours from this day forth. I promise to serve your every want, need, desire, and whim. I place my life in your capable care knowing you will make the right choices for me. You are the center of my universe, Master. Because of you, my life’s dreams have become reality. For this, I, your submissive and servant, humbly thank you.”

  Brought back to the moment by the tender touch of his knuckles gliding along her cheek, she smiled.

  “My pet,” he spoke. Silence engulfed them, his gaze caressing her face. “Words I have never spoken to any other until now. I have chosen you from among many. And I know I have chosen well. I will provide you with all that you need which will enable you to serve me to my heart’s desire. In return for your gift, I will provide you my protection, care, respect, and above all, my love. No other shall lay claim to neither my heart nor my soul. These things I give to you freely and without reservation. You, in your most devoted actions and words, have made me whole. For this, I am grateful. You will serve me proudly as you have in the past. I harbor no doubts. You are mine. My property. Forevermore.”

  A tear slipped down her cheek. His property, she mused. The two most wonderful words in the dictionary. Drake walked around the table, taking his place between them and the table. Standing in the center, he lifted the length of chain outstretched in his hands and passed it through the candle flames. Facing his friend and Morgan, Drake carefully wrapped the links around their shoulders and stepped back.

  Evan smiled. “I pledge myself to you in front of all who are gathered here to witness our joining for now and eternity.”

  “I, too, pledge myself to you, Master, in front of everyone here today from this day forward and throughout eternity.”

  Evan tipped his red rose towards her white one, and she touched the blood stained petals against those of his rose. He reached for hers, taking it from her hand, and offered his for her to take.

  Drake removed the chain that bound them, carefully folding it and placing it inside a black velvet jewelry cloth for safekeeping. Drake moved back to the side of the table.

  The couple turned, placing their roses in a single vase.

  Once again, Drake stepped forward with two wrapped gifts, handing one to each of them. Morgan followed Evan’s lead, opening her gift. They each revealed sterling silver boxes, their names and the date inscribed on both.

  Drake stepped forward to the front of the stage. “This concludes the Ceremony of the Roses. Any questions can be answered with the programs you found at your tables. Now, Lord Evan and his pet, evanescence, will retire to their private home. Thank you for your cooperation during this momentous occasion because, quite frankly, I never thought Lord Evan would give up his bachelorhood.”

  The crowd laughed, breaking out into cheers and well wishes which resonated from every corner in the room. Morgan never let her gaze waiver from the man who stood next to her. Her Master. She basked in the moment. The feel of his collar encasing her throat sent shivers down her spine. This is heaven, she thought.

  “Pet, I have another gift to bestow on you,” he said.

  Diverting her attention back to him, her surprise must have been evident as her gaze landed on the silver length of chain he held. Reaching out, Evan clasped the leash to his collar that adorned her neck. Unadulterated passion flared in his eyes, and she shivered from the shock of such blatant hunger.

  Morgan trembled from her head to her toes. Juices slipped from her pussy, coating her inner thighs as his gaze devoured her. His lips curled up in a knowing grin, and he leaned in close to her ear.

  “I will allow you to come to my heart’s desire tonight, little one. And I will allow you to pleasure me just as fully.”

  * * *

  Divested of her skirt and halter, she kneeled at his feet in the privacy of his bedroom. Ornate and drenched in royal blue velvets, his room befitting of a king. Morgan had little time to take in her surroundings before he commanded her to repose. She’d never seen any part of his home other than the entry hall and the dungeon in his basement.

  “You made me proud this evening, girl.”

  “Thank you, Master. It is my life’s goal to always make you proud.”

  “Is there anything you would like to say before we begin our evening?” he asked. The end of his crop tapped repeatedly on her erect nipples.

  Desire fanned out from between her thighs with each stinging tap from his crop. She wanted him to use her in any manner he chose. If it pleased him, she would be willing to breach her limits just to let him know how happy he had made her tonight.

  “I heard no answer, girl,” he said. The sting of his crop landed with a bite between her thighs, making contact with her aroused clit.

  “I was only thinking that if it would please you, and you desired to do so, I am willing to remove my limits for the night to show my appreciation for all you have given me, Master. To be here, at your feet, on bended knees. I give you my all tonight.”

  Evan remained silent, and the awkward pause rattled her. Did she say something wrong?

  “Your offer is accepted, little one. And tonight I will take you to a deeper and more powerful subspace. Your devotion and trust will be rewarded.”

  She exhaled the breath she’d been subconsciously holding, and the tension of the moment evaporated.

  A Rose of Any Color: MaleDom: A BDSM Anthology

  Chapter Six

  Morgan stood in the center of the room in awe. Evan picked up a small metal box and pressed a button on top of the panel. The lights dimmed to a warm, cozy, golden glow. He pressed another button, and a panel in the ceiling slid open above her. A black spreader bar suspended on chains lowered. The soft whirring of a motor, barely audible, stopped. And, so did the bar. She stared in silence. It hung a foot over her head. She swallowed past the lump in her throat, and her heart pounded louder.

  She heard the box being replaced on the dresser. Her attention immediately returned to her Master’s tall frame. He turned to face her, and his expression struck her a blow. Her dominant appeared dark. Even sinister. She gulped. Fear raced through her, bouncing and churning. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Morgan retreated with a tentative step back.

  “Your fear is quite intoxicating, girl. I already feel my cock responding. I can even smell your relucta
nce now that you have granted me full control of your body.” He hesitated, and a corner of his mouth curved up. “Of your mind.” He paused again. His pace slow and steady, he approached her in measured strides. “Of your soul.”

  “I – I…”

  “Silence!” he growled. “I have not given you permission to speak. You are no more than a slave this evening. You have no rights. You have no freedoms. I accepted your submission of no limits which you freely proffered.”

  Evan suddenly reached out and grabbed the front of her blouse and with one swift jerk had her up against his body. He leered down at her. She trembled. She’d never seen this dark side. Had never sensed it in all the months they had been together. This was not the controlled, responsible dominant she knew him to be.

  “I’m going to make you scream in pain, my pet. You will beg me to stop. Your body will beg me to set you free. And I will. I will set you free to a new level of ecstasy. One that will change you forever.”

  “Please…”

  “I said silence, slut!” His voice lowered, and his tone punctuated each word.

  Morgan lowered her eyes. This was not what she had envisioned. Trapped in a relationship that now frightened her.

  Evan released her blouse and grabbed her wrists, stretching her arms above her head while dragging her back to stand directly under the spreader bar. With little time to react, she found her wrists encased in wide black leather bands on each end of the bar. With no escape possible, she watched him move back to the dresser and press a button. Tension tightened every muscle in her body. Perspiration beaded her skin and slithered down her back.

  Slowly hoisted upwards, her arms ached from the strain. Her feet left the floor and the pain compounded. The whirring of the motor stopped, no longer lifting her. Morgan focused her attention on the man who had become her Master earlier that evening. He opened the doors of his closet, swinging them wide from the center. Inside each door were rows of all the implements of torture any dominant would be proud to own.

  He returned moments later and dropped down on his haunches in one fluid motion, clasping the black metal spreader bar securely to her ankles. The metal clink of the cuffs reverberated through the room. A chill shimmered over her flesh. Morgan clinched hers eyes tightly, shutting out the world around her, withdrawing into herself. What had possessed her to toss away her limits so recklessly? Even for one night. No experienced submissive in her right mind would have granted such unrestrained power to any dominant.

  His breath warmed her cheek. His body brushed against her suspended frame. There was no escaping this mess she now found herself immersed in with a man who had declared her his property.

  “Fear. It’s an emotion so volatile and so ingrained in human nature that it rivals even pure anger and hatred. It comes from the depths of one’s unsuspecting soul.”

  Morgan whimpered, refusing to look at him.

  The air stirred while he moved in silence, his fingertips trailing along her exposed waist.

  “You should think your concessions through before voicing them, girl.”

  His fingernails pinched her nipples, she screamed, he gave a rough twist, holding onto the tender buds. Her body jerked away, inflicting even more torture.

  “Open your eyes and look at me, slut. I want to see the fear in your eyes. I want to smell it…taste it…feel it. You will do well to obey me tonight without hesitation.”

  “Yes, Master,” she mumbled. Her gaze fell on the silver metal of a switchblade that he held open in front of her. Startled. She could feel the blood draining from her face, and the tingling sensation of terror flooded over her skin. Perspiration bubbled on the surface and trickled down between her breasts. “Please, Master…”

  “Silence! I have not given you permission to speak!” his gruff voice demanded. Maniacal even as he pressed the tip of the blade against her cheek. Dragging the sharp, cool metal down along her cheek, under her chin, along her throat, he finally paused over the rapid pulsing of her jugular vein. The blade stung as he pressed harder.

  “I have so many things in store for you tonight,” he whispered in sinister breaths. His lips only a fraction from her own, she breathed in his essence. “I’m going to torture you. Listen to your screams, because they will excite me. And no one outside these walls can hear your pleas. So, you may scream, beg, and cry out as loud as you wish. My cock is already rock hard. Harder than it has been in a long time. And I’m going to fuck you in every hole you have. Thrusting into your tender body until I’m sated and tired of you. Yes, you will please me tonight. My every desire for the darkest pleasures that pain can produce will be mine.”

  Without warning, the blade slashed down through her blouse, scraping against her skin, and the material fell away revealing her heaving, sweating breasts. She didn’t even have time to release the scream lodged in her throat before her skirt dropped to the floor under her. Although she cringed at the loss of her three-hundred-dollar outfit, Morgan tossed the thought aside when the knife grazed against the inside of her thigh.

  “I know what is going through your mind. You are questioning my sanity. Wondering just how demented and sadistic I am. A side of me you have never seen before,” he crooned against her mouth. “Do you wonder now why no one has ever been my chosen one? For all you or anyone else knows, there could have been others. Others that disappeared and never found. Now you wonder if perhaps that is to be your fate, but fear not, girl. I am still entertained by you. Until I have my fill of you, you will not disappear.”

  He raised his lashes to look up at her. Struck by the force of something so evil in the depths, her heart beat erratically in her chest.

  “Please, Master. Let me go.”

  Stepping away, he threw back his head, and laughter rumbled from his chest. Horror engulfed her. This was not the Lord Evan she knew.

  “Let you go? But this is what you craved,” he hissed. “Just like all the others, you wanted me to be your Master. You wanted to be my chosen one.” He paused, his eyes locked with hers. “And now you are.”

  The switchblade slipped across her mound, and she inhaled sharply. He wouldn’t, would he? Tears slid down her cheeks, and she prayed silently. Cold steel rested against her labia between her spread legs. She had no way to protect herself. Withdrawing the knife, he held it up to his nose and sniffed. His tongue swiped along the blade.

  “Mmmm. You are wet. You love this, don’t you, slut?”

  “No, Master.” She shook her head in denial.

  “Let’s find out just how wet you are.”

  “Please, don’t!”

  He dropped his hands, and the knife once again caressed her pussy.

  “It’s time to see how wet you really are.”

  “Don’t! Please don’t do this to me!” she screamed out.

  The blade grazed against her clit as he spread her labia.

  “You want to please me, don’t you, girl? Isn’t that why you threw caution to the wind and granted me full control of your body tonight?”

  “Not like this,” she mumbled. “This isn’t what I thought you were capable of.”

  “A little late to come to that realization, wouldn’t you say?”

  The tip of the knife teased her opening, and she prayed for unconsciousness to claim her. He thrust suddenly into her, and a scream tore from her throat. Terror ripped through her and she waited to feel the gush of her own blood trail down her legs. He pushed in and out of her with unrelenting force and dropped to the floor in front of her. His mouth laid claim to her clit, and he sucked it hard. His tongue swirled around it and teased mercilessly.

  Her body convulsed with the first spasms of an orgasm she knew would rack her flesh. The burning sear of pleasurable pain raced up from between her legs, and she arched violently into his torturous assault unable to stop her response. She screamed in pain. She screamed at the release of her pent up need to climax for more than a week. Her body shuddered uncontrollably. The cuffs holding her prisoner pinched and rubbed agains
t her tender skin. Lord Evan continued to pound into her clinching, writhing body, and his mouth held tight to her sensitive clit. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashed through her. Warm, sticky juices slid down her legs. There was so much. Too much, she thought. She must be bleeding. Dear God, she was going to bleed to death. Utterly exhausted, blackness engulfed her.

  * * *

  “Pet. Baby girl, wake up.”

  Lord Evan. Fear raced through her, and she flung her hands and legs in desperation, fighting him.

  “Let me go!” she yelled, flailing against his massive chest.

  “It’s okay, little one. You’re safe.” His voice soothed her raw and terrified nerves. He sounded just as he always had. Not that hideous man who had threatened her life. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest and cuddled her there, whispering words of love and devotion. She calmed, and the tears came. Unsure how long they sat there, she dosed in and out of a fitful sleep.

  “Pet. We have to talk.”

  He set her away, his fingers cupping her chin and raised her gaze to meet his. He stared in silence.

  “I was very disappointed in you tonight. In myself, also.”

  “I’m sorry, Mast…”

  He placed his fingertips over her lips and shook his head. Her heart dropped to her feet. Their first night together, and she had displeased him. Tears pooled, and she thought she would choke on the lump forming in her throat.

  “Silence. Allow me to finish. There is a lesson here which you must always remember. And I have to make sure from this point on that it will never happen again.”

  She nodded, and the pad of his thumbs brushed gently across her cheeks taking teardrops along with it. His gaze searched hers intently.

  “I neglected a very important aspect in my training of you these past months.” With the slightest shake of his head, he took a deep breath. “Never, ever relinquish your limits for anyone or for any length of time. Never grant another individual full control of you. That was a hard lesson, but one I hope you will never forget. I would never harm you. But, the moment you told me you would remove your limits for the night, I immediately grew upset. I thought I had trained you better than that. Don’t ever do this again, girl. Do you understand?”