by Tessa Wanton
After a while, He started to push His fingers into her, again shocking her with how easily her body yielded to this invasion, but this was different to anything she had previously experienced. How He was moving His fingers, He was obviously stretching her, opening her up, and it felt thrilling, stimulating parts of her she never even knew existed.
He carried on, sliding in and out of her, spending time spreading more of her own lubrication into her, sliding fingers deep inside her sex simultaneously while filling her anal passage. She could not tell if He was using her vibrator on her, or just fingers, or any other implements at hand, all she knew was the overwhelming sensations were starting to drive her crazy.
She wriggled her hips, moans escaping her lips that seemed like they were coming from somewhere else. She was starting to lose herself to reckless abandon, she was vaguely aware that her hands had clenched into claws and she was digging her nails into the thin, cheap carpet.
With a curt command she heard her Master order her onto her knees. It took a while to register that he was speaking to her, it was like she was another person now, this unspeakably sexual being, only alive to be used for pleasure - to be filled with pleasure. She knew what would come next, and she wanted it. She wanted her Master to take her final offering, that which would usually terrify her, but now, she needed to feel her Master complete His ownership of her, to fill her for a third time.
She felt Him push slowly against her, no pain; there was no pain. She stretched slowly to accommodate Him, quite clearly, the time He had given to stretching her had been successful as she felt Him enter her easily, completely, Still no pain. Tessa was struck by just how full she felt, an intense feeling of being filled.
Closing her eyes, furrowing her brow, her lips forming an ‘O’ of ecstasy, she started to push back onto her Master, needing Him, wanting Him deeper. She knew He was deep within her as she could feel His scrotum against her slick slit. He grabbed her hips with both hands and squeezed her soft flesh tightly, handfuls of her full hips firmly anchoring Him to her, moving deep inside her, starting to move more quickly, in and out. Tessa started to whimper and moan loudly now, throwing her head back to allow moans to emerge from her throat, her hair falling across her face, tousled and matted from her earlier exertions. She felt her Master’s hand glide sensually along her backbone, and then suddenly, making her gasp loudly, He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head further back. Pulling hard, extending her throat so she was staring at the ceiling, arching her back, she was barely able to hold her weight on her fingertips. She wailed loudly now, the searing pain in her scalp mingled with the pleasure of Him deep inside of her, she could not control herself any longer and started to shout, pleading, “Oh, Master – my Master, fill me! Oh God, FILL ME!”
Tessa could not gauge His response to her outburst from her position, but the intensity of His movements increased with her begging, rough, pounding strokes, incredible waves of pleasure rippling through her. Continuing to murmur and mutter her pleadings, her own wetness mixed with her Master’s dripping down her thighs, such powerful feelings within her as she longed to carry her Master deep inside her once more. The knowledge, that when they were no longer together she would carry Him three times - intimately. It was but a short time before she felt one final, forceful thrust deep inside her, His erection twitching as He emptied Himself deep within her exhausted body.
Her legs and arms shaking from the effort and the passion of the experience, He released her hair, causing her to drop onto her forearms. She savored that He was still inside her, she never wanted Him to be removed from the intimate embrace they were now sharing, but even as that thought occupied her mind, she could feel Him slipping from her. Too weak to hold the position any longer, Tessa collapsed onto the floor, sucking deep breaths into her lungs, trying to muster strength to do something... anything.
Completely lost within herself, Tessa just lay on her front, collapsed on the floor. Eyes shut, she became vaguely aware of her Master moving beside her, lying across her exhausted body, the weight of Him reassuring, comforting and wonderful against her tingling flesh. Turning her head to the side, He kissed her deeply, then tenderly, peppering her cheeks, eyes, forehead, nose, chin and shoulders with light kisses, stroking her hair, the affection which He was now showing her raising a warm throb deep within her core. She could feel little puffs of His breath on her hot skin, which eventually made her so curious she had to open her eyes. He was smiling so broadly it was like the sun rising after a particularly dark night. Smiling, laughing lightly, He brushed an errant curl out of her eyes.
“Did I please you, Master?” She asked.
“Oh yes, more than you could ever know.” He replied.
They lay for a few more minutes just lost in each others’ gaze. She could hear His heart rate returning to normal, and guessed that perhaps hers would too. And then, she felt that she was ready. It was time to complete her gift to Him. There was no going back now.
Tessa took a deep breath and braced herself for the inevitable, final free choice that she would ever make, “Master, I want to complete my Gift to you – I want to offer the final part of me, all that is left of me. I know you keep your promises, Master, as I keep mine. I have been thinking about the final part of my Gift for a while, I just feel I cannot give something with a caution. So that caution must be removed. You cannot half trust someone with a 'get out' clause, it just doesn't feel right. I trust that you know me. I trust you will never deliberately hurt me. I trust you, my Master, and so I want to give you my safe-word. It is your choice my Master. If you accept, I will be yours completely – all that I am will be yours to control, body and mind.” Her heart was high in her throat, terrified that He would not accept her, that He would not want her. She looked down, unable to meet His eyes, trembling with the force of the emotions that were flowing through her.
“Yes, Tessa, you are mine aren’t you? Completely.” Her head snapped up, mesmerized by His calm, low voice. His face was soft, a light smile dancing on His lips; His eyes focused completely on her, watching her every reaction to His words. “...and I am very grateful for that. I accept your safe-word. I will never harm you, I promise, and you know about my promises, don’t you Tessa?”
As they lay there kissing, wrapped in each others’ arms Tessa’s Gift to her Master was complete. All that she had ever dreamed and fantasized about in her life had finally, inexorably, become complete in the arms of this man whom thirty-nine days earlier had been a stranger. A stranger no more... Her true Master.
About the Author
Throughout her life Tessa Wanton has always had her head buried in a book, spending much of her time in a fantasyland. She constantly looks to immerse herself in new experiences, meet new people and explore new lands, fictional or otherwise.
Having had an extensive musical background from early childhood, both performing and composition, she has always enjoyed creating art that stirs the emotions.
Her debut Novella, “The Training Of Tess”, leads an expansion of her creativity from her music into literature and she has many more incredibly passionate and titillating stories for Tess in progress, to be revealed shortly.
Tessa has been fascinated with the BDSM scene for many years, researching the content for her stories with close friends, who have been kind enough to be so open and share such intimate experiences. The influential information that inspired her most was the recollections her friends revealed. She realized that what we all hear and see in the media about BDSM is always so violent and often times sadistic. However, in reality, there is so much more of an emotional and intellectual connection, a willing and completely consensual trust and communication between partners, and this was the basis for the creation of her protagonists.
Is her namesake her? Perhaps she is. She certainly has the depth of emotions that Tessa feels and she hopes that her experiences may perhaps change the reader’s views about the world of BDSM. Allow them to realize that there is so much more to
explore within our sexualities than the mass media would have us believe.
Fans can keep up with Tessa Wanton on her blog page: http://tessawanton.blogspot.com/ or on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/DesireDarkly
