I pulled back and took both his hands. His eyes were frightening. Black and dangerous. Going into his past had brought it forth like a curse. I placed his hands on my face, hoping it wouldn’t destroy us. “Please touch me. I want you to. I need you to.”
He closed his eyes against my words. “Needing me is a mistake.” He shoved me off to my feet and rose himself, stomping away. “Be in my chambers in an hour. Naked. Balls out and your hair hanging straight.”
I stared after him long after he’d gone down the corridor off the stairs. When I followed his path, I found him in his office. With a view of the night forest, it was as stunning as the rest of his house. But he wasn’t stunning right now. He was breaking. His head was in his hands as he sat at his desk, his long fingertips plunged into his hair. His hands trembled and I could hear the heavy sound of his labored breathing.
Secrets were as dangerous as love.
And I sensed in my bones that if I went to him right now, he wouldn’t find comfort in that. When my mind went to the past, touching only made it worse. I would be there for him the way he needed. I went upstairs and primped, showering again and shaving my body, making my pussy smooth like silk for my master. I found a pile of feminine toiletries growing around the side of the sink I frequently used.
It was such a sweet part of him. He could let me in as long as it was on his terms, but my heart didn’t always agree to his negotiations. His methods maybe … but not his reasonings. Because pain didn’t always want the right things.
I dried my hair and combed it out until it was flowing in thick waves. I figured makeup would only get smeared, so I left it alone except for a tiny dab of red lipstick to make my lips look luscious and pink.
My heart was in deep denial. I didn’t know what to make of his past. Only that the intense pain he’d suffered through had done irreversible damage to a soul that at one point was probably bright like the sun. Now it was black like midnight. There was still beauty within his soul, a peppering of silver in the sky, and he still had a moon to keep him in the universe.
I took the second set of stairs on the second story naked, my fingers trailing the wooden banister and my bare feet ascending the cold wooden beams. When I got to the top, the door was open slightly to his chambers, and the moonlight bled in.
I stepped into his chambers and stopped short, stunned by the view. Silver moonlight ate at the shadows in the unlit room. Everything was darkness and light, each warring in the most erotic dance. It was sensual and exposed, making my skin break out in goosebumps and my sore muscles from deep inside came back to life.
“Kneel where you’re standing,” came his deep voice from behind. “The moment you do, you’re mine. Undeniably. You will trust me. You will do what I say. Take your pleasure. You will be mine in a way you have not been. If you don’t want to relinquish your control completely to me, then we can forget about going inside.”
His warm breath kissed my bare shoulders; his body stood close enough for me to feel his heat but he hadn’t touched me yet.
I sank to my knees in answer. I’m all yours, I thought wildly, utterly infatuated with him. Forever.
There came a soft pleased sigh from behind. I heard the door close. And then he strode into the room and turned on lights. They were built into each corner in the room on the floor. The lights were soft amber, barely lighting the room, but it had a way of playing with the moonlight, making it warm and plush … luscious on the eyes.
“Eyes on the floor.”
We had come so far from the first time my eyes had met the light in the basement. He’d gotten softer, I’d grown harder, and together we were the perfect feel.
“Weighted balls out?”
“Yes, Master,” I murmured, my eyes on the deep dark wooden floors.
“You’ll be a good girl tonight for Master, won’t you?”
His erotic purring in his tone made my breathing accelerate. Jaxon trying to be sexy was too sexy. He hadn’t tried once to intentionally turn me on. He’d just been himself. To have him turn on the charm was sexy on a level I hadn’t ever experienced before. A flush broke out over my body and my heart thudded in my chest.
“I will be the best good girl for you, Master.”
“Hmm,” he purred, the sound of metal clinking and his bare feet brushing over the wooden floors. “Come. It’s time for your enema.”
I rose without question and took his outstretched hand. He led me over to a door in the back of the room by the window-walls and turned the light on inside. It was a simple bathroom. Toilet, cabinet, sink, and a counter. Towels line the cubby beside the door and there was a large standing shower on the right the color of obsidian stones.
He walked over to the cabinet and began pulling out items that made me nervous. A rubber pouch-like thing and a plastic hose being the most nerve-wracking. He put gloves on and then took out a bottle of creamy white soap.
“Go kneel in the shower. Bend with your chest pressing into your knees. Use your shoulders to support your weight.”
I was meeting a master who didn’t want inexperience. I understood why he’d waited on bringing me up here. I may not know how to do everything he asked of me yet, but I knew that he would teach me. I could absorb an order without wondering what was right or wrong.
Right was a choice, and this was mine.
I got into position; my head tucked between my thighs, and my weight supported by my knees and shoulders.
He was close to me suddenly. I heard a tube snap closed and then his fingers were spreading lube onto my anus with his gloved finger. He pressed his pinky into it gently, preparing me for the nozzle. He left me just as fast, not saying anything, not explaining. I heard water turn on, and the smell of light soap filled the room.
“Relax your body. Take a deep breath.”
I did so, letting it out slowly.
“One more.”
When I had, I felt his hand on my back as his body kneeled beside me.
“You left your embarrassment outside this door. Your nerves, your inhibitions. There is nothing you should fear or worry about. Your body is beautiful and the things it will do are nothing I haven’t seen or heard before. We are dom and sub, as close as we can be.” As he spoke, he urged the end of the nozzle into my hole.
It was strange to be so calm and humiliated at the same time. This was taking openness to a level I hadn’t gone before. Opening my parts that weren’t supposed to be seen. But with the openness came an erotic sense of exposure. If he didn’t mind, I wouldn’t either.
“Feel okay?” he asked, pressing a kiss to my backside.
“Yes.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt the rush of water fill me. It was insanely weird, but I managed to remain calm as he filled me with lukewarm soapy water. As he did so, he didn’t speak. He rubbed my ass occasionally and my lower back. I remained kneeling, taking the water, taking him.
It didn’t get uncomfortable until halfway through. The pressure was unyielding.
“Breathe through your nose.”
He wasn’t going to stop. I had to take it. I breathed through my nose, feeling high on the past few weeks. He’d taken me and we hadn’t stopped exploring or falling since. I was high on Jaxon Damon. But enemas weren’t spatulas, and I wasn’t going to take to them the way I’d taken to everything else.
“Ahh,” I gasped, when the pressure had grown so immense my insides felt gorged.
He took the nozzle out immediately and replaced it with a plug quickly, making me groan from the thickness. He rubbed my back. “Hold it for as long as you can. Tell me when you’ve reached your limit. Five minutes at most,” he promised.
I wanted this part to be over. I tucked my head between my knees, rocking back and forth. “I can’t anymore,” I groaned, moving up to clutch my stomach.
“Back down,” he commanded calmly, and then he yanked the plug out and I’d never been more embarrassed in my entire life with how the next ten minutes transpired. He didn’t appe
ar embarrassed whatsoever, coaching me into positions to release the water and cleaning my backside when we were done.
“You did great,” he said in my ear, kissing my cheek. “Now you’re all clean and ready. On a scale of one to ten, how was that? Ten being the best.”
“Two,” I answered honestly.
“Why?”
“It’s mortifying.” The pain was expected, so I didn’t mention it.
“Why?” he asked patiently. “I want to do it to you. You think I’d do it if I wasn’t prepared for the task?”
“No.”
“We’re together, outside of this room and inside. There’s nothing you can do that would be unappealing to me. Stand and dry off with one of those towels. I’ll finish cleaning while you do.”
I didn’t look once at what he was cleaning. I dried myself in the corner with a fluffy white towel.
“Come.” He left the room, expectant of me following.
I did.
“We’ll start off with something light. Get your skin sensitive. I want you to stand below the suspension ropes.”
The acrobatic-like ropes hung from the ceiling, the color of lavender. He tied my wrists to the ropes by the cuffs, his body brushing against mine, his back and groin pressing into my ass from behind. His hands made a point to touch me, to tease me. He was trying to turn me on again on purpose. It was working too good. The ropes were exciting me. Being cuffed was exciting me. And knowing he could do whatever he wanted to my body was exciting me.
I was all senses.
He walked across the room to a bundle of lavender rope and chains affixed across from me to a hook in the wall. He gave me a dark look a second before he pulled on them, pulling me into the air.
I hung from the suspension by my wrists. The thickness of the rope above me held all my weight. It didn’t hurt at all. I could have hung up there for hours and I didn’t think it would bother my arms or shoulders. Even the wrist cuffs were lined in soft material.
He walked over to his personal toy store and picked a leather strap with a million different ends, like a mop.
“This is a flogger,” he explained. “And you’re going to take this spanking in complete silence. Make a sound and this becomes a punishment tool. Take my flogging and it becomes a pleasurable toy. Tell me you understand what I’m asking of you.”
“I understand, Master.”
He came forward and met my eyes, his gleaming with excitement, love, and … bad. “I’m going to have fun with you. Don’t answer me unless it’s a question.” He stepped back, and then he sent the flogger across my breasts without warning.
It didn’t hurt as badly as I expected. It was heavy and cold, but it had felt good against my tender breasts. He hit me there again, my body suspended in the air. He wasn’t hitting me hard at all, but he hit me repeatedly, building the sensitivity in my breasts.
On the tenth spank, my breasts were starting to take the flogger less willingly. I bit my lip to keep my moan at bay, but his next loud smack made me let it loose.
He clucked under his lounge. “Ten of them across your breasts.” Without warning he spanked the flogger roughly across my red swollen breasts.
I loved it. It hurt, but it wouldn’t hurt more than it did now. I got used to the pain, arching into his flogger like a fiend.
“You like that?”
“Yes, Master.” I cried out in ecstasy when the flogger fell perfectly across my aching nipples.
“You like the pain I give you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, on the edge of an orgasm. My body was his so completely, he could pull them from the bottom of my soul. My pleasure was his and if he wanted it, he could have it.
“Since you’re being so good, you earned the right to pick one part of your body for me to pleasure. Pick.”
I hung in the air like a gymnast, my hair flowing around me, my body flush with lust and pain. I felt so sexy up there, his hungry gaze pinned on me. I fucking loved it.
“Nipples.”
He grinned, pleased. “I expected you to pick your pussy. Most focus entirely only on their pussies. Do you know how proud that makes me, that you’re thinking of your pleasure the way a true submissive would?” He came forward and kissed between my breasts, resting his chin on me. He dropped the flogger. “That was a question.”
“Really proud?”
“That’s right. Really proud.” He skimmed a kiss across my chest and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and kissing me.
I could only hang there and take it. The sensations seemed to shoot straight to my clit. I had never cum just from my nipples being played with, but it happened. A slow burning tame orgasm, the kind that prepared you for more. He sucked and sucked like a mad man, holding me in place and licking me.
My master was loving me.
He picked up the flogger and then we restarted, this time on my stomach. The pain vibrated into my core and my inner belly. A warm glow sprouted on my abdomen, such a pretty shade of blush, like a pink rose petal.
When I’d survived that, he went to work on my entire body. I earned one more body part from him, and since he’d been spanking the backs of my thighs, I picked those. He sank to his knees and loved the backs of my thighs, kissing me up and down them, trailing his tongue as he placed little bites to my flesh.
“I need to cum,” he said. “I can’t think around it.” He walked across the room and eased the rope down until my toes barely touched the ground. He unbuckled his jeans and pulled his hard cock out. “You’re to give me your pussy. You’re not to cum.” He lifted me so my legs were wrapped around his waist. “This is for me.”
He rammed into me without warning, impaling me to the hilt. He fucked me hard and fast as I hung there, stuck between gasping and screaming. It felt sublime to let him have my body.
He growled, tossing his head back as his end filled me. He stilled, groaning with is forehead between my breasts. Letting me go, he put his cock back into his jeans, looking much more in control of himself.
“Lift your legs and keep my semen inside of you while I get the spreader stand ready.”
When he returned, he walked across the room to the hook, letting the rope and chains down until my feet touched the ground. He untied my wrists and then rubbed the life back into them, his unbuckled jeans making my teeth dig into my bottom lip. Sweat trailed down the V’s in his abs. Having him inside of me with no release was its own kind of punishment.
“Hands and knees on the spreader stand. On all fours.”
The stand was like a podium with ropes spaced apart. He tied them around my thighs and pulled, leaving my pussy bare from the back of me. I couldn’t close my legs if my life depended on it.
“Fall forward and let your chest take your weight. Put your arms behind your back.” My cheek pressed into the spreader stand and without my arms, I was stuck. He tied my hands behind my back and then tugged on them, doing something so they didn’t slide.
I was trussed up on all fours and I had never wanted to be his submissive more.
“We’re going to try a little orgasm torture with the wand. You’re going to cum, Miya, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Over and over again.”
Didn’t sound like torture to me.
He chuckled behind me. “You don’t seem nervous. Why?”
“Um, I like orgasms.”
“Yes, but do you like fifteen in a row?”
My brain exploded at the same time something vibrating urged between my pussy and settled there. I felt him moving and tying and then he wasn’t there, but the wand was still vibrating my clit into sweet submission. It was affixed right on my clit. The vibrations were strong, making my entire lower half tremble. It felt so good I moaned unhindered, forced to take this pleasure.
My first orgasm was never-ending. I wasn’t a human being in that moment. I was Jaxon’s angel, flapping my wings in his dark universe.
But it didn’t stop, not even when my orgasm faded. It held the dre
gs, vibrating on my clit relentlessly. I’d never had back-to-back orgasms like that before. I tried to move, to give myself a break. There was none. I was tied affectively.
I came screaming, my insides clenching deeply. It didn’t stop this time, didn’t ebb. “No more!” I screamed, slobber coating my mouth as I tried to breathe with my cheek pressed into the spreader stand.
He didn’t say anything. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him watching me.
I couldn’t use my brain. My body was a vessel, empty as it overflowed.
My voice was hoarse after the fifth orgasm. The pleasure was painful. Overwhelming. Consuming. I couldn’t use a safe word. Nothing physically painful was being done to me. I didn’t think I could orgasm again and thankfully I found a few minutes to breathe, ignoring the vibrations that relentlessly pulsed on my clit. But the reprieve was gone before I could make it last, blasting me into a wave of BDSM.
Of pain.
Of pleasure.
Of losing your control.
Of finding yourself in your submission.
Of lust and love and darkness burning life into my heart like a branding iron.
I was marked forever.
I was rebirthed, like a phoenix rising from her ashes.
I felt alive for the first time in my life.
I relaxed and took every single glorious orgasm he gifted me with until I couldn’t keep my eyes open and my spine ached from arching.
The wand mercilessly stopped. I was spent. His fingers prodded my pussy. “Whose are you, Miya?”
I didn’t miss a beat. “I am yours, Master. Completely.”
He inhaled sharply behind me. “Good girl. I’m going you fuck your wet swollen cunt now. Hard.” He slammed into me. His hands grabbed my bound numb wrists and held them both, pounding into me until once again his end filled me. I could feel him inside of me, but my pussy was too much in shock to feel anything else. I didn’t want to orgasm again for another year.
“I think you’ve had enough pleasure for right now. Time for some pain.” He spanked my ass and then untied me. “Try and walk.”
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