Lily: Captive to the Dark

by Alaska Angelini

  “Hands up, feet apart.”

  I obeyed and stood still as he placed the cuffs around each of my limbs. I reached up, gripping the length of chain that would come to hold me captive to his darkness.

  Leather traced up the back of my thigh and I closed my eyes, waiting for whatever it was my Master needed. The path led over my ass and up the small of my back, only to double down and head back to my other thigh. Over and over, he let me get used to the tool he’d chosen. When I completely relaxed, I felt it disappear and then come down over my ass with a bite I hadn’t expected. I tensed and let the sting register. Another followed. And another, right next to the first two. I gasped as the fourth connected.

  “Oh, slave. Only in my dreams have I ever gotten this far.” A hand trailed down my side and I felt him lower, placing his lips against the dull throb. At the swirl of his tongue, I gripped tighter to the chains.

  “Arch your hips for me, baby girl.”

  I didn’t have to hear the command twice. The moment I gave him full access to my pussy, his mouth sucked onto my folds. I cried out, moving the slightest bit as his tongue flicked over my clit, repeatedly. Deep breaths left me and the burn that took over was one I needed more of, but was quickly denied.

  Zain stood and the pleasure turned to an even more intense set of strikes. Whack! Whack! Whack!

  Scorching heat poured from my thighs and I sobbed past the shock.

  “Are you supposed to move?”

  “No, Master.”

  “But you did. And you came in the ally when I didn’t give you permission. Didn’t you?”

  My head moved before I could even speak. “Yes, Master.”

  “And now you’re getting your punishment.” He moved in closer. “But you know I love you. And you’ll take this, because you love me.”

  “Yes,” I moaned, as his finger slid inside me. The thrusts were slow and deep. They explored without any sense of urgency. I could feel myself being brought back up and I didn’t care that he was about to knock me back down. The caressing of my G-spot had me not worrying about anything but the ecstasy I was experiencing.

  The hand holding the crop came to the front of me and his other left my channel. As he gripped the handle on one side, he reached up, taking the other end and placing the length under my chin, angling my head back.

  “Acting tough when things are past your threshold is a true sign of weakness. You are not weak. You call red if you need it. If you don’t, you will ruin what we have here before we even get a chance to enjoy it. I can say I know your threshold all day long, but in truth, I can only push you to what I think you can take. You hold the control now, Lilian. Use it wisely.”

  He stepped back and I gripped tightly as the first set of strikes landed along the top of my back. I noticed he avoided certain areas. Ones I was sure weren’t supposed to be hit. His knowledge gave me strength. With each slap of the leather, more tears fell, but never because I couldn’t take it. He wasn’t hitting anywhere near as hard as I knew he could. What he released with each blow was something I didn’t even know I needed freeing. I could feel myself become lighter. Better within myself.

  The stinging moved down to my thighs, only heightening the previous strikes to my ass and back. They eased the further down he got and suddenly, I felt more alive than ever. My whole body tingled and burned. In that moment, everything changed. I wanted more. I knew the punishment had ended and what he was giving me now was the good that could come out of his passion.

  “You did so well.” Fingers moved in circles over my pussy and I held still as he teased over my opening. I licked my lips and turned my face toward him. His eyes met mine and I held his stare.

  “Master, maybe it’s time we moved on to something I know you want.”

  His eyes narrowed the smallest amount. “What’s that?”

  “I’ve had plenty of time to work myself in for you.”

  He paused and his eyebrows rose. “Your ass?”

  Slowly, I nodded. “I think I can take you. I’ve been…preparing.”

  Fingers gripped my cheek as he stepped in and held my face still. With gentle bites, he nipped at my bottom lip, moaning as he pushed his hard cock into my lower back. His fingers teased my clit and I couldn’t stop from pulling at my hands. “You make me so happy,” he whispered against my cheek. “I’m going to be gentle and fuck your ass so good. You’re going to love it, slave. I’m going to make you want it all the time.”

  “Prove it to me,” I moaned. “Master.”

  “Oh, I’m going to prove it to you alright.” He left me, moving to the back of the room. When he returned, his hand was already covered with lube. He sat the bottle on the shelf by the tools and circled over my back entrance.

  “Relax, baby.”

  My lids lowered and I let the darkness consume me. I felt the tension leave and my Master’s finger eased inside at a leisurely pace. The sensation was one I’d gotten used to. Even enjoyed. I breathed out as he withdrew to the tip and eased another in. I tightened for the briefest moment before I went lax again.

  “There we go.” He got to the first knuckle and let me adjust, moving even deeper when I didn’t resist. “Oh…fuck.” His fingers buried inside of me and moved out, only to thrust in again. The rhythm quickly had me building. Especially with the attention he continued to give the front of my slit. The pressure teasing my clit left me damn near sobbing.

  “Please.”

  “Please, what? God, say it. Let me hear you speak the words I’ve longed to hear.”

  My eyes opened and I met his stare. “Fuck my ass. Let me feel your cock this time. Not some toy. I want the real thing. I want you.”

  Zain’s eyes closed and he leaned forward, kissing my shoulder. With that, he withdrew his fingers, disappearing. He was back an instant later and I heard a condom package tear. The kissing continued across my back like he’d never left at all. My body flared back to life. The pads of his fingers began rubbing over my pussy again and I took slow breaths as pressure pushed against the opening of my ass. His width was more than I had taken, but he was being careful, taking his time to inch his way in.

  “Almost there. You have no idea how amazing you feel.” He withdrew, taking away some of the burning and at his advance, I held my orgasm at bay. The impossible wave that tried to force its way out left me trembling.

  “Hold on, tight, baby girl, this may hurt a little.”

  I barely could process his words before he broke into uncharted territory. I gasped and a sound broke free of my lips. Zain held me tightly through the moan he let out against my neck.

  “Fuck, I love you.” His teeth bit into arm and I gasped. “Now, the pleasure really begins.”

  He didn’t have to tell me. At his thrusts, I quickly found myself become louder by the second. My legs twitched and at the suction over the junction of my neck and shoulder, I quickly began begging.

  “Let me come. Master, I have to come.” My body was pushing down to take him in faster, even against the resistance of his grip.

  “Hold that orgasm off a little longer.” His hand rose and he pinched my nipple until I was crying out. The lack of attention to my clit had me sobbing. Twisting in my stomach left it aching to be built up to where I needed to be once again. The thrusts became harder. Faster. Coolness drizzled over my ass and I knew he was applying more lube. The slickness and ease had me screaming as he went even harder.

  “Please,” I sobbed. “I need…”

  “What I give you. Nothing more.”

  Zain collected my hair in a ponytail and pulled back until I was arched and his mouth kissed mine. “You’re my slave. Say it.”

  “I’m yours,” I rushed out.

  “That’s right. Only now can you come. Never again without me hearing you speak those words.”

  He continued to hold my head back while he began teasing my clit. Within seconds, my orgasm had my legs going out from under me. If it weren’t for Zain holding me up and continuing to pound into me,
I would have dropped to the floor. Teeth pulled at my bottom lip, only breaking away when his language changed. I couldn’t understand what he said through the pounding of my pulse, but his cock swelling left me not caring.

  “Slave.” A deep sound vibrated my body and he squeezed as his release left him holding to me tighter. I could barely move by the time he pulled out. Shortly thereafter, he unbuckled the cuffs and when I attempted to take a step, my legs wouldn’t work. He swept me into his arms, holding me close. “I told you this might happen.”

  “You did. And it was worth it.”

  My words almost slurred as the home blurred by. I curled into his sweaty body, basking in knowing that this was where we’d live. My dreams were coming true and it almost felt surreal. From the steps, I knew we were going upstairs, but nothing else registered aside from the happiness giving me butterflies. I forced my eyes open as we came to a stop in a dim, large master bathroom.

  A large round tub sat in the back, next to a glass shower. Deep red rugs lay throughout, but I could barely focus on the details as I winced from the pain of him sitting me on the edge of the tub. He looked over uneasily, but I nodded that I was okay. The water began feeling the tub and he stared while he tested the temperature. As it began to fill, he reached over, lighting candles that sat along the side. When only the glow surrounded us, he helped me in, lowering me to sit in front of him as he moved me up to cradle into his lap.

  “How bad do you hurt?”

  I knew not to lie. The pain was there, but not more than my happiness. “How much do you love me?”

  A smile pulled at his mouth. “More than I think you’ll ever truly know. There’s not a cap on the way I feel for you. It’s too deep to put into words. But know that it’s great.” His wet hand came up, brushing back the hair from my face. “How much do you love me?”

  My mouth twisted and I searched for the right thing to say. “You’re right. There’s no words to describe it. I love you enough to know that what I feel will never fade. You’re the one for me, Master. You always have been.”

  “And I always will be,” he said, kissing my forehead. “But what do you say we make it official?” His arm outstretched toward one of the candles and I raised my head, watching as he pulled a ring out from behind one of them. My eyes snapped to his and I could feel my lips part from the shock.

  “You planned this? Even up to this part?”

  The smile grew. “We all did, in a way. Your brother helped me pick out the ring. Mary said I should do it with candlelight. But now the rest is up to you.” He brought the ring level with my face. I could feel his heart pounding underneath me and blindly reached up, tracing over the scar on his chest. He’d died for me, and now he was wanting to spend the rest of his second chance by my side.

  “There’s no one else for me, Lilian.” He licked his lips and the emotion in his eyes had tears coming to mine. “Marry me. Be mine for real this time. No longer just my slave, but my wife. I’d do anything for you. Let me do that as your husband.”

  My head was nodding and I held my hand toward him, trying my hardest not to break down. “Yes.” The answer barely got out before his mouth crushed into mine. The weight of the ring slid onto my finger and I immediately brought my hand over to cup his face. I pulled back, looking at the light and shadows flicker over his face. The diamond sparkled and I almost couldn’t stop the sobs that wanted to escape. “Is this happening?”

  “Oh yeah,” he said, pulling me in to straddle his hips and meet his lips. “You’re mine now, for the world to see. Forever.”

  From years of pain came love and pleasure. The strength behind our emotions had stayed true, only building over time. Trials and tribulation had tried to break both of us, but we didn’t give up or stop fighting to survive. And most importantly, we never forgot our love of one another, even when we were made to believe it was wrong. We may have met under unfortunate circumstances, but I wouldn’t have traded what I suffered if it meant I didn’t have my Master. He was mine, and I…was his. Officially.

  The End.

  About the Author

  Alaska is an erotic BDSM author who also goes by the pen names Jennifer Salaiz and Jenny May. She lives in the SF Bay area...for now. She's a dreamer, and longs for the day when her husband and kids can load up in the car and drive until their hearts’ content. Adventure and discovering new places play a huge role in Alaska's life. It drives her, and feeds the creativity of coming up with new locations for her stories.

  Within the last two years, Alaska and her family have drove across the country twice, and also drove the distance from Texas to California three times. Asked, if she could choose one place to permanently settle down, where it would be, Alaska laughed. "Montana, today. Tomorrow, it may be Alaska, again. I go back and forth."

  When Alaska’s not dreaming of spontaneously hitting the road to find a new place to write about, she's being a mother and wife. If you're looking to connect with her to learn more, feel free to email her at alaska_angelini@yahoo.com, or find her on Facebook. You can also stop by her website jennymayauthor.com.

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