That night, after hours spent tied to the bed, being driven to orgasm after orgasm, until her body couldn't take anymore, she had curled up against his side and slid down in the bed. Sucking his cock into her mouth, she had suckled him until she had drifted to sleep. The next morning she had woken up to find his cock hard and still in her mouth. As soon as he had noticed she was awake, Ryan had started to rock softly against her until he had climaxed, his come warm and welcome in her mouth. She had swallowed all of his gift, savoring the taste of his passion.
Now, she hoped to rekindle that, as they both forgave and moved past the hurt. Heart aching, knowing it would take time to rebuild what they had, she offered all of herself as she serviced him, her mouth bringing him pleasure.
When she felt him throbbing, his cock jerking as his pre-cum leaked down her throat, she waited, silently offering to swallow if he wished to come in her mouth. As he pulled back, she became aware of the throbbing between her own legs, the need to be filled by him. Her nipples ached to be played with, either rolled gently between his thumb and forefinger or pinched between the jaws of a gator clamp. Her ass-ring contracted, aching just as much as her pussy.
"Stand up."
Her legs shaking, Erika stood before him, wondering how he was going to take her, or if that was his plan. She stepped back when he stood. Carefully, his hands cupped her shoulders, and guided her down until she was sitting in the chair. Then he knelt before her and smoothed his hands over her knees and lower legs. There were a few red marks from the floor, but nothing too uncomfortable.
With soft presses of his lips, he kissed each one before standing in front of her. "Kiss me," he commanded. Her lips curled into a smile of pure devilment, Erica leaned forward and did as he commanded, her lips wet and soft against his stomach. She delighted in the growl that Ryan responded with.
He didn't stop her, but she could see his hands clenching into fists at his side as he allowed her to play. After a year apart, and more heartache that she would even have imagined they were capable of dealing to each other, she needed this playful moment to help her regain her balance.
As much as she needed to show him her submission, she also needed to rekindle the simple joy being with him generated. Nipping lightly at his stomach, she slowly worked her way down to the fly of his jeans where she waited, her breath whispering softly over his cock.
Instead of fisting his hands in her hair, or demanding she suck him into her mouth, Ryan leaned down and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against his body. She could feel his heart beating an erratic pace against his chest, her own responding in kind. Tears stung the backs of her eyes, but she forced them to not fall by blinking, and finally closing her eyes.
At his whispered words, "My heart", the last year of pain melted away.
As Ryan slowly released her and stood back up, she looked up, staring into love filled eyes. He held his hands out, and as she clasped them, he pulled her up and against his body. With her pressed against his chest, he slid down his jeans and kicked them off, then sat back down in the chair.
Rather than coax her to her knees again, Ryan clasped her hips in his warm hands, turning her around and pulling her down onto his lap. Straddling him, Erika gasped at the delicious feel of his cock along the cleft of her pussy, stroking along the sensitive folds.
He kissed her, and it felt like coming home after a long trip. The velvety feel his tongue sliding against hers wiped away the pain of his earlier brutal kisses. The delicate probing of his fingers on her labia as he readied her for his cock set her pulse to racing. When the surge of his cock slid deep inside of her, she felt as if the entire world had ceased to exist, except them.
Rocking forward, she welcomed him into her body. His grip tightly dug into her hips and she reveled in the knowledge that in the morning she would be marked by his passion. It didn't matter if it was stripes from a whip or the subtle imprint of his fingers. What mattered was wearing the marking of his possession.
She relaxed her body, allowing him to guide her motions, rocking her back and forth, guiding her up and down on him, driving them both together into euphoria. When he tore his lips away she whimpered softly, her body needing more.
"Pinch your nipples," he ordered, his voice hoarse.
Smiling softly, Erika reached between them and grasped her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching as hard as she could stand, then applying a twist. Pain shot down to her clit, sending a spasm through her pussy.
Moaning softly, she arched her back, clenching her slick inner muscles around the thick shaft of his cock. The feel of him buried in her was intoxicating. It had been so very long. She hadn't been with another man, nor allowed herself even the feel of a vibrator, knowing it couldn't recreate what Ryan could. It had been simply better to go without.
"Harder," he growled.
Erika tightened her hold, her body screaming inwardly, protesting the discomfort. As a reward Ryan slid a hand between them, pinching and pulling at her clit while he continued to guide the motion of her body.
Erika could feel the faint first twinges of her orgasm and clenched as hard as she could around him, remembering all the times she had been gagged, unable to signal that she was so close, so she had shown Ryan with her body.
A soft groan answered her, as he started rocked harder against her, thrusting his hips up, driving his cock deep into her core. His grip on her hips tightened as he forcefully pulled her down against him, pinching her clit harder than she was her own nipples.
"Who do you belong to?"
Erika gasped as he pulled at her clit, stretching the tiny bundle of nerves in a deliciously painful way.
"You," she panted, needing to come, but knowing she had to hold back. Her orgasm wasn't hers, it was his to allow her.
"Say it. Say that you're mine."
"I'm yours, Ryan. My body, my heart, they're yours to use as you will."
His lips slammed down against hers, his tongue mirroring the motions of his cock as he ground her harder against him. Erika wanted to sob with frustration as she held off her orgasm, her body spiraling higher and higher, seeking the euphoric release. Nerves tight, she clenched him as tight within her as she could, silently begging for his permission. She felt as if she would go mad if he didn't give it.
As he broke the kiss, she moaned, her eyes closed tight.
"Come for me," he whispered, so softly she wasn't certain she heard him. Opening her eyes, she stared into his as he ordered, "Show me your body is mine. Come for me."
She gave a soft scream as her orgasm claimed her, taking her slightly by surprise at the force of it. She could feel Ryan's thrusts growing erratic as he surged against her, then jerked, his grip holding her motionless as his cock bucked inside of her, his come mingling with her juices.
Breathless, she released her grip on her nipples and collapsed against him, needing to feel the heat of his body against hers.
* * *
Almost a week later, as soon as the shower came on, Erika climbed out of her bed and opened the closet door. When they had arrived at her place the night before so she could grab a few things to move to his place, the lure of the bed had been too strong to resist. They had ended up making love until they both fell asleep.
Pushing her clothing aside she grabbed the box that held all of his gifts she had saved. Grabbing it, she climbed back onto the bed and opened it, her pulse racing. Carefully, she lifted out the box that contained the jewelry, the rose petals she had painstakingly dried and wrapped in bubble wrap, the lingerie, and other beloved items. Holding her jeweled collar in her hands, she rubbed her thumbs over it, stroking the smooth silver, inhaling the slightly acrid scent of the metal. Her fingertips brushed over the smaller inset jewels, which she and Ryan had painstakingly selected together, picking out ones that matched each of their eyes colors.
Lifting it to her neck, she clasped it and centered it, so that her name was in front, resting under her chin. The cold metal heated with
the warmth of her skin, settling comfortably, like it was only yesterday she had worn it for him.
Fingers trembling, she reached back into the box for the letter and lifted it out. The lettering on the envelope had faded slightly, but she could still make out her name and address, written in Ryan's precise handwriting. Tracing the letters with her fingertip, she put off the inevitable until she couldn't stand it any longer.
Opening the seal, she pulled the stationary out and set the envelope back into the box. As she started reading tears shimmered in her eyes and blazed a heated trail along her cheeks, but she ignored them. All that mattered were the words on the page, words that poured from the heart of her beloved.
As she came to the last line, a sob escaped her and the letter fluttered to the mattress. Holding her palm against her heart, she tried to bring her racing emotions under control, and hadn't noticed the silence of the shower.
The sound of Ryan's voice had her turning guiltily, a blush staining her cheeks as she faced him.
"I still mean it."
Erika held out her hand for Ryan's, pulling him down for a kiss, then she laid her face against his chest, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm as she struggled to control her need for him.
Gently, he cupped her chin and tipped her face up, forcing her to look into his eyes. The love shining back at her as he traced his fingertip over the engravings in the collar around her throat caused her chest to tightened, her heart to race. Throat dry, she swallowed heavily, waiting for him to say something more, uncertain what to say herself.
"I still want to marry you. I came home that day with a ring in my pocket, hoping to claim you for my own, and then I was going to explain what Cindy had done. I had faith you would understand why Cindy have been forced to such a rash action, that you would even support the need for such a deception given your gentle heart. When I saw the newspaper on the table and you packing, I didn't know what to do, what to say. I had the evening planned out perfectly, then things suddenly went to hell.
"I wanted to do it different this time, but I guess planning isn't going to work. It's not really our style anyways. So, forget all the rest of it, will you marry me?"
Flinging her arms around his neck, Erika held tight to him, hoping she wouldn't wake up from the dream. "Yes," she whispered against his neck, the sound coming out more of a croak as it slid past her tight throat.
Pulling back, she looked into his eyes, and climbed off the bed. Kneeling down before him, she laid her head against his inner thigh, her mouth a breath away from his cock.
A flash of gold caught her attention as the curtains flickered, letting the sunlight in. Looking over Ryan's thigh, she couldn't help admiring the beauty of the painting hanging on the wall. Erika felt tears welling in her eyes, tears of thanks for her grandmother, and her unashamed acceptance of the breathtaking quality of passion.
She only wished she had the talent to add a second painting of her and Ryan, one of this very moment, forever capturing her complete trust and submission. Almost as if Ryan knew what she was thinking, a hand dropped to her head and she could feel it trembling as he brushed the strands of her hair before trailing down her neck to rest on her collar.
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The story is not over yet. Continue reading for a glimpse into Ryan and Erica's life before their breakup.
LOVE SLAVE
Erika closed her eyes and rocked back against Ryan as he slowly thrust forward, driving his cock hard and deep into her pussy. Whimpering softly as he slowly slid back out, she fought the urge to beg him to let her come. Gripping the back of the chair so tightly her knuckles turned white, she held her ground even as her legs trembled.
Ryan chuckled softly in her ear, his voice deep and so perfect as he whispered, "You feel so good baby, so damn tight and hot. Clench for me. Tighten those slick muscles around me."
His hands grasped her hips firmly, holding her steady against him as he slowly the pace to a tortuously slow grind. Her body screamed for an orgasm, but he hadn't told her she could, and she wasn't about to disappoint him. Biting her bottom lip, she clenched her core tight around his hardness, attempting to hold him tight within her body.
Ryan rewarded her with a hard thrust, his balls slapping against her ass as he pulled back and thrust again. Her breasts jerked with the force, nipples brushing against the soft material covering the chair.
"That's good baby. I know you want to come, don't you?"
Erika nodded, unable to speak. Her nerves were so sensitive from his drawn out seduction that each glide of his body against hers was almost painful it felt so good. Even the thin layer of the gauzy gown her had her wear for him was agonizing. The material was bunched at her waist, leaving her entire lower body bare, and open to Ryan's touch. The laces at the front had been undone, her breasts hanging free.
She could feel the heat of his chest through the material, the weight of his body against hers a welcome feeling. She loved the feel of his body, his masterful touch as he claimed her body, proving to her the she was his--body and heart.
Ryan groaned behind her as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, a silent signal that he was close to his own orgasm. Whimpering softly, Erika prayed that he would allow her to come. All day he had played with her body, teasing her nipples, burying his fingers in her pussy, tonguing her clit, and even whipping her butt with his favorite flogger, each time pushing her just to the edge of orgasm but not letting her crest.
All week she had been his slave, wearing only the thin gowns he had provided, her body open to his touch at any moment. Her breasts were still tender from yesterday's gift, a set of nipple clamps with varying attachable weights.
Rather than celebrate Valentine's Day as one event, Ryan had spent a week leading up to it, and now that the day was here, Erika didn't know if she was going to survive it. Already she was pushed beyond what she had previously seen as her limits, and she didn't know if the end was in sight, but she was loving every minute of it. Every slow glide of his cock in her pussy or ass, ever pinch of nipple clamps, every whip and paddle against her ass or pussy, every thrust of his cock in her mouth, every sensual torture Ryan dished out.
Ryan's hand slipped down between her body and the chair. His nimble fingers reached her clit and started to roll the tiny ball of nerves between his thumb and forefinger before giving it a hard pinch. Erika gasped softly, her head dropping back to rest on Ryan's shoulder as he drove harder against her. Gripping the chair tight, she pushed the orgasm back, even as it threatened to overwhelm her.
"That's good baby, I can feel your pussy quivering around me, your body trembling as you wait for me to allow your orgasm. I'm so proud of you baby."
Erika whimpered, her breath coming in fast pants as she fought to deserve his praise. It was so hard, her juices were a steady stream down her thighs as he pounded against her.
"You can come now," he whispered, so softly Erika doubted she had heard correctly. Rolling her head back and forth on his shoulder, she struggled to quiet the dull roar in her ears as he spoke again. "That's right Erika. Your body's mine, your orgasm's mine. Come for me."
Her heart racing, Erika released the tight control she had on her body and let the waves of her orgasm crest. They swept over her, she fast and deep, she felt like she was drowning. Ryan's hands on her hips held her steady though, and she let the sensations claim her, knowing he would keep her safe.
Almost from a distance, she heard Ryan groan, then the warm flood of his come within her as he climaxed.
Legs trembling, she leaned forward over the chair, her body limp and unable to take any more. Feeling completely wrung out, she only managed a faint whimper of protest as Ryan's cock slipped form her body and he moved from around behind her.
Gently he brushed her sweaty hair back from her forehead, and trialed his fingertips down her face and neck.
"You did good baby, so very good."
Erika smiled softly, knowing he could see her adoration in her eyes.
"It's time
for your last gift."
A surge of anticipating pushed her weariness to the background as he picked up a small package from the seat of the chair. Rather than hand it to her, he opened the lid and showed her what was inside--a silver collar, her name engraved in a sweeping font, the letters curling gracefully.
As Ryan grabbed the collar and tossed the box aside, she found herself holding her breath. The feel of the metal against her sweat soaked skin made the moment more real. It wasn't a soft glide of a necklace chain, rather it was a study reminder of Ryan's possession, of his claim to her and her place in his life.
"We'll go tomorrow and pick out stones to adorn it with, ones to match the color of your eyes."
As the clasp snapped into place, she raised trembling fingers to trace her name.
"And yours too," she answered, affirming the commitment accepting the collar implied. She wanted the jewelry to contain a piece of both of them. Ryan's fingers brushed against hers, and with tears of joy in her eyes she tipped her head up for his kiss.
Ryan whispered one word against her lips before claiming her mouth. "Mine."
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born to ride on the back of dragons, to journey among the stars in a ship traveling faster than light, or to dance the night away in the arms of a mysterious vampire, Michelle Houston willingly shares the worlds in her mind in an effort to bring them to life.
Writing everything from short and sweet stories, to hot and spicy tales of kink, from contemporary tales of erotic romance to erotica romances featuring Greek gods, vampires and were-creatures, she has crossed sexualities and has gone wherever her mental muse has guided her, a journey she has never regretted.
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