-Your real Master
This was his longest letter to date, and the most gruesome. Not only had he promised humiliation, and debasement, his threat on her life had been a new development.
Her silence spoke the words she refused to speak aloud, and if I was being honest, the quiet radiating off of her scared me. The reaction she was having right now was not what I had anticipated. I waited for the cries, the shakes, anything to show me she understood the seriousness of what had transpired in that letter. Instead, I got deathly silence. She was in shock.
The anger boiling inside me threatened to spill over if I didn’t calm down, and fast. Maggie didn’t need to see me like this, not in her current state of mind. She needed the man in control, the man who could calm her. She needed her Sir, and I would give that to her. I could be gentle when I needed to be, and rough when she wanted me to be, but I would always be there for her, and I would always know what she needed. That was my job as her Dom, and I wouldn’t fail her now. Right now, what she needed was an escape. An escape from the pain, and an escape from her thoughts.
Taking her hand, I pulled her off the couch, and marched into the bedroom. Leaving her in front of the mirror, I walked around to my closet to pull everything I would need to bring her out of this haze she was currently residing in. I pulled off my jacket and threw it on the bed, leaving me in only my undershirt and my pants. I prayed my spur of the moment idea worked. I needed it to work. Once all of my supplies were laying on the bed, I turned to face a motionless Maggie.
Taking a deep breath, I let the mask of Dominance fall over my face.
“Strip, little sub,” I commanded authoritatively.
Like a robot, she grabbed her dress at the hem and pulled it up.
“Stop! Did you forget the rules?” My tone was harsh, but it needed to be done.
She continued pulling the dress up, but just above a whisper, I heard the words. “No matter what anyone says. I am beautiful. Inside and Out”
Her dress hit the floor.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she reached around the back to unclasp her bra.
“No matter what anyone says. I am beautiful. Inside and Out.”
As it fell from her shoulders and to the floor, she made quick work of her panties and stepped out of them.
“No matter what anyone says. I am beautiful. Inside and Out.”
“Good girl,” I crooned, “Hands out in front of you.”
She immediately obliged, as I grabbed a small amount of jute rope from the bed and bound her wrists together.
“Arms up.”
Without a word, her secured hands went into the air and waited for my next command. Pulling up on her wrists just a bit, I secured the rope around a hook screwed into the ceiling that I had installed just a few days prior, for Maggie. I had wanted to take some of our play into the bedroom, but this hadn’t been my original intent.
Once she was secured in place, her entire body swaying just a little from being on her toes, I grabbed the next item from the bed. The blindfold was silky as I pressed it to her eyes and tied it in a knot at the back of her head. I didn’t need her to see the emotions that I would be unable to hide from her.
Picking up my last item, I stood behind her and waited. I was ready to catch her when she fell, when the emotions swarmed back into her. I would always be there to catch her. I would always be there to love her. I was her Dom, her man, and her future, if she would have me.
“You may make as much noise as you want, little sub,” I choked out, around a mouth full of love that came pouring out of my heart.
There was no warm up as the flogger whipped through the air and came in contact with her round ass. This wasn’t meant to be sensual. This was to purely pull her from the funk her mind had created to block out the fear.
“Count, little sub!” I demanded.
“One,” came the small voice strained in front of me.
I let another lash fly, hitting the other cheek, pink marks instantly raising to the surface.
“Two.”
At “five”, I was starting to second guess this approach. She hadn’t cried out in pain or moaned out her pleasure. She had simply counted each stroke as a school teacher would to her adolescent class.
Coming around to stand in front, I mentally decided that if she didn’t crack with five more, I was going to have to go a different course. I had never felt so lost. I knew my subs, and I prided myself on knowing exactly what they needed. Maggie needed this, but what if I was wrong? What if I was damaging her more?
When the sixth and seventh hit came in contact with each nipple, I knew I had made the right decision. Her counts took on a different tone; mixed with both arousal and sadness.
Hit number eight was just below her breasts, and hit number nine just below her navel. As I whipped the flogger back, preparing to deliver strike number ten to her swollen pussy, the most heart wrenching sound screamed through the air.
“Red, Sir, Red, please, please,” she sobbed, breaking, and letting the emotions run free.
I dropped the flogger and picked her up, untangling her from the hook, and made my way to bed. Laying her down, I threw off the blindfold and quickly undid the ropes, before laying down next to her, pulling her face into my chest.
“I’m here, Maggie, let it out. I’m right fucking here,” I rocked, letting her pour her burdens on to me.
And she did. She let it all out. She cried, and she screamed, mascara smearing between her perfect cheeks and my chest, and as her last tear fell, I scooped it from her cheek and put my finger in my mouth to swallow her pain. That would be the last tear she cried over this asshole. I would make sure of it.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Maggie
I was broken.
I was a shattered mess on the floor of my life.
How could I ever put myself back together?
I couldn’t.
But he could.
As Jackson rocked me, and brought me out of my stupor, I cried for everything I had lost over the past twenty six years of my life. The loss of my innocence, the loss of my self worth, and my confidence, and now, the loss of my freedom. I wasn’t talking about Jackson and my submission to him, I was referring to the psychotic man out there trying to kill me. His last letter had truly scared me. Petrified me. The things he described were gruesome and humiliating, and the end was the final straw that broke my subconscious mind.
I felt my brain retreat into this dark crevice of my mind, sulking in the corner and refusing to entertain the idea of coming back out. I heard every command, and I instinctively followed Jackson’s every word, but I didn’t understand them, I didn’t know the meaning of any singular word that left his lips or mine. One minute, it seemed I was on the couch, reading the shame I was going to be put through, and the next I was hanging from a hook in the ceiling while my body shouted at my mind to ‘Get a grip, Maggie!’
It took only four leathery strikes on the front of my body for my mind to realize I wasn’t going to like my next hit the way I should have, for me to wake up. For the fog to clear, and for my brain to shift back into position, no longer shivering in terror. In a matter of milliseconds, I recounted each lashing he had delivered to my back and the final four he had delivered to my sensitive skin on my front. All at once the sensations of each sting swarmed me, the emotions I had hidden away threatened to drown me as they rushed in like a tidal wave. My heavily constructed wall cracked and disintegrated in a pile, and I screamed the only thing I could to make it all stop. To make the pain stop.
RED.
And then, I let the ocean engulf me.
The past hour bombarded me in clips, like a black and white movie. Every memory my brain had tried to oppress swam into my consciousness and crippled me. The floodgates behind my eyes opened and I let them all out against Jackson’s warm and soothing chest. I gave him my pain, and my suffering, with each tear that fell. My body trembled at the onslaught of emotional pain and physical stimulat
ion, but my Sir held me close and soothed away the hurt, as only he could. Every person on Earth was looking for someone who could play well with the demons inside them, and I had found my playmate.
When my body stopped shaking, and my last tear had fallen, Jackson swiped it up and deposited it into his mouth. The look in his eyes slammed against my chest. They promised protection, and love. I squeezed my arms around him tighter, willing him to open up his heart and let me crawl in, and to protect me.
“Maggie, my love,” he whispered, “I’m here for you. You have nothing to fear. I will take your tremors, your tears, and your fear, and replace them with shakes of laughter, tears of joy and glowing happiness. You are my love, my sweets, my little sub, my joyfulness, my smile, and my heart. You are my everything. You’re mine.”
I couldn’t contain it any longer. I couldn’t walk one more minute of this Earth without him knowing how I felt. The inside of me rumbled like an active volcano, ready to spew out the contents inside of me. I needed to say the words, for not only him, but for myself. I needed him to know the true and full extent of my feelings. I could only hope he wouldn’t run away with my heart. I never wanted it back.
“Jackson--”I stuttered, my throat raw from crying and screaming. “I love you. You own my heart. There isn’t another one I can give. Please take it, take all of me. I love you so damn much. I lo--”
My words were cut off, as his lips descended on mine. The kiss was different, it was subtle, and passionate, and I poured every word I wanted to say into that kiss. There were a million cliche phrases and heartfelt words dumped into our embrace and I wanted to stay in that bubble for the rest of my life. If I died, right now, I knew I would die happier than I had been in my entire life. Jackson was my one and only, and I craved him like the drug that he was.
When he pulled away, I couldn’t stop myself from looking into his eyes, to see if I could read his thoughts. I didn’t know what I was going to find, I could only hope it wasn’t rejection. After my breakdown, I knew that the baggage I was carrying might be too great for him, but I prayed that he’d stay, and when he said those things to me just a moment ago, I hoped he wasn’t telling me goodbye. I didn’t think I could live without him. I didn’t think I wanted to.
“Oh Maggie, my love. Those are the most beautiful words I have ever heard in my life. I will treasure them until I take my last dying breath. But, Maggie. It’s not just you, ya know. I don’t just love you. You own me. Completely. I’d do anything for you. You have something of mine that no one else has ever held. My heart. I am addicted to you. I’ve tasted your your passion and your mind, and I’m a greedy man. I need more. I will never let you go. You may kneel at my feet, little sub, but your place is never below me. It is beside me.”
“I want to push your limits and give you what you desire and deserve”, he said, “I will teach you how to explore your passion so we can grow together. I want to inspire you, and I want nothing more than to love you. Can I love you, Maggie? Will you let me love you?”
“Oh God, Yes, Jackson,” I choked out.
How did I even have any more tears left in my to cry? But here they were, tumbling down my cheeks and falling between us.
“I think I’ve loved you from the moment you walked in, looking like a fallen angel. I think at that point my soul knew it’s mate and it drew me to you. You are the most extraordinary woman I’ve ever met, Maggie, and I’m never letting you go. Ever. You’re mine.”
Just like that, my world, as I knew it, crumbled, and a new one was constructed in it’s place. My new world was full of beauty, and laughter, and Jackson. He took away my insecurities, my inhibitions, and my fear, and replaced it with confidence, warmth, and love. I willingly would give him anything and everything of me. I had found someone who could calm my spirit and quiet my busy thoughts. I loved him fiercely, and it defied my own logic and reasoning.
I didn’t know what to say. How did I tell the man in front of me how much he meant to me? Words just didn’t seem like enough. There wasn’t a phrase that could truly make him understand the depth of my feelings. The thoughts in my head, voiced aloud, would be inadequate. I had to show him. I needed him to understand that I felt as deeply as he did, and there was only one way I knew how to do that.
Pulling away from his embrace, I got up from the bed and walked around to the middle of the floor. Above me hung the hook I’d just been hanging from, and below me a discarded flogger, blindfold, and rope. I looked at Jackson, perplexity lining his brow. Then I sank to the ground to rest on my knees.
I closed my eyes.
I closed my mouth.
I closed my mind.
I wanted to feel him own me.
There was a real freedom found in the act of complete submission, and for the first time in hours, I felt my body relax. I felt my mind shut down in peace instead of terror. I felt the submissiveness in me take over. Right here, on my knees, would be where I could show Jackson the true extent of my love and my feelings, and the true power of letting go for him. Anyone could take off their clothes and have sex with someone. The power of love was opening your soul to someone and letting them claim your spirit, your thoughts, your fears, and your hopes and dreams. For the first time, I was truly naked in front of Jackson and it was freeing.
Silence stretched on for minutes or more, but I didn’t look up. I didn’t have a need to look up and find him. He knew what I needed, and I left the timetable in his hands. My Sir would always know what was best for me, and so I sat there, content to just wait, for however long he deemed necessary.
Before tonight, I would have worried about what was taking so long. I would have worked myself into an internal frenzy wondering what I had done wrong. My nerves would have been shot, and I would have peeked to try and find his feet. But not now. In this minute, I felt completely at peace. I craved this harmony with him, and this helplessness. I craved the possession and his stern voice. I craved his structure and his force. But most of all, I craved being owned, completely by him. Some days, I would need to be reminded of this, but I would welcome his tutelage and grow with every passing second.
After several more minutes, my attuned ears picked up movement. I heard everything when my mind was on pause. The ruffle of the bed sheets, his feet as he planted them on the side of the bed, even his clothes ruffling down his body as he stood. I didn’t need to look for his shoes walking around me, I could hear each step. I didn’t need to know what he was thinking, his labored breathing clued me in, better than words ever could. Our hearts beat a similar rhythm as he circled me. Once. Twice. A Third time.
He stopped behind me, and I waited. I’d wait forever if I had to.
“You trust me completely, little sub. I can see it in your posture and your breathing,” he said, his change of tone sending an internal shiver through me.
“I know what you need. I know how, when, and where to touch you. You can relax completely with me, and know you will feel everything possible at my hands. You have given me your absolute love, and now, you have given me your absolute abandon. I will cherish both. Now, please stand and face me.”
As commanded, I gracefully stood and turned to face the man who held every part of me.
“Tell me what you desire, little sub?” he whispered.
I knew the answer, it was the easiest question he’d ever asked.
“My only desire is to please you, Master Jackson.”
If his intake of breath was any clue, I knew my answer had surprised and pleased him.
Taking two steps to put himself right in front of me, his hand found my chin and lifted it to look into his eyes. The love reflecting back at me, shocked me to my core. My Master loved me, and I loved my Master.
“Say it again, little sub,” his whispered, eyes closing.
“Master,” I breathed, knowing exactly what he wanted.
A second later, I was in his arms as he carried me back to the bed and gently placed me on it, his body never leaving mine as we both sunk int
o his mattress.
“Forgive me, Maggie, for when my fingers touch your body, I will lose myself.”
With no other words from either of us, he claimed my mouth in a searing display of Domination and submission. His tongue pushed forth into my mouth and swept my own into a tangle or raw hunger and need. I let him take what he needed from me and I gave it to him, willingly.
Without breaking our connection, he ripped his shirt off, his skin meeting mine, sending electricity shooting throughout my body. I was on fire for this man above me. With deft fingers, I reached down to his belt buckle and made quick work of opening it. Being in love made me calmer, and I had no problems opening up his pants and silently begging him to take them off. I needed him to be naked with me, so our souls and our skin could mingle together.
Tearing away from my mouth, he stood and yanked down his slacks and boxers in one swift move, freeing his erection, before he climbed back on top of me and continued the storm on my mouth. Neither of us closed our eyes, and there was no awkwardness as we took what we wanted and needed from each other.
“I love you, Maggie, so much,” he mumbled against my lips, in between our fevered mating. “I’ve never loved anyone more than I love you,” his desperate tone mumurmed.
Grabbing his face in my hands, I saw something I’d never seen before. Vulnerability.
“Jackson, I love you. I love you more than I thought was possible. I need you. So much. Please, Jackson, I need you.”
With blind precision, I opened my legs to him, and he guided himself into me, filling me with his cock, and his love. For minutes, or hours, I wasn’t sure, we stayed like that, him buried deep inside of me, our bodies connected as one, not moving, not breathing. I didn’t know where he ended and I began, but I knew this was the start of the most real encounter of my life. This was what people sought after. This was real, and true.
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