The worst part was I’d wanted to punish him for making me realize this. I took my mares whip and whipped him across the face… hating him because the pain I felt was too real- hurt too damn much.
He’d gone too far, so… I wanted him to hurt just like I was hurting.
“I demand that you Stop! Why do you insist on hurting me?”
I’d hit him thrice before he was able to pry it out of my hand, the final time hitting him on the neck. I felt sick and satisfied all at once because I’d made two mean slashes on his face and one across his neck. Yet, it wasn’t enough.
He grabbed my arm, pulled me up against him, and smiled deathly silent. I felt his strength in the silence before he retaliated. “You never cease to surprise me,” his skin mended to the perfection that he was as I watched fascinated.
Abruptly, he loosened his hold on me and quickly kicked my legs from under me. I tried saving myself from hitting the floor, ironically by holding on to him, but he easily brushed me off, so instead I felt myself falling to my hands and knees.
“Don’t fucking move, not even so much as to breathe, or I’ll be as relentless with the whip as you were with me!”
I didn’t raise my eyes… instead I silently looked at my empty hands on the white marble stone floor wishing I was still holding the whip because I knew this was exactly what he wanted. He’d given it to me as an eighteenth birthday present this morning. Last year’s present was the mare, this year it was the whip in a black leather box, tied with a red bow.
My dream jumped to a different scene and played the events of said morning.
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I remembered waking up in the morning and seeing the leather box by my pillow. My arms opened wide, stretching I felt what I found was my gift from him. I’d quickly taken out the ivory parchment paper from underneath the neatly tied bow and thought about returning the unopened gift before I read the note, but my curiosity got the best of me.
I think the deciding factor for opening the gift was… his scent because it lingered on the thin sheet, so I couldn’t help myself from reaching for the leathered box and reading his message.
My Dearest Sweet Love,
Use only when you think of me and not on your mare, you handle her quite well. I’m sure its appropriate use will come to you… in time.
Be a good girl today, I have another gift to spoil you with. One I am sure you will find more agreeable to your tastes.
Here’s to making your future birthdays not so sweet, but so much more filling.
Eternally yours,
Eros- your Loyal Servant and King.
I climbed out of bed and hurriedly dressed in my riding outfit, thinking I would find him after breakfast and return the gift to him, unopened. As I slipped out of the bathroom, I realized I had to see what he’d meant in the letter and no longer able to contain myself… I tore off the red silk ribbon.
I went to my balcony knowing I would find him. Looking for him out in the field where my birthday would be celebrated for guests who arrived early or decided to stroll through the gardens, with the blooms perfuming the air in the night breeze. My eyes took in the rush of everyone setting up the thousands of flowers being arranged. Everything looked like a circus as servants quickly moved around preparing for tonight’s event.
Every year my mother orchestrated a ball in my honor and every year the morning would be dark as night and a clouded one, something unexplainable she said, but a testament to the great things the gods had in store for me and to how very special I was. It would be a full day of night in my honor she’d say- she believed the gods marked the day making it as such because they had great expectations when it came to me.
I thought the gods, all knowing as they were, gave me what I wished for most… Eros.
Since Eros came into my life, I chose to disregard the design of the gods in honoring my birthdate and just enjoyed the gift of waking up to him on the morning of my birthday with gift in hand… he was my real gift for many years. Eros was the first and last person I saw and his lips woke me and put me to sleep at night.
Ever since I was a child I believed it was so he could be the first to wish me a happy birthday. He’d been the first every year since he arrived here many years ago.
Later that day, I would quickly realize he would be the first at many things. That is… until Darius stormed in and took everything from him.
So I stood on my balcony searching for him and found him watching me, a wicked smile on his lips as I sought to find the answers.
“Afraid of opening Pandora’s Box, Emma. Careful with what you wish for, you may find you enjoy what lies inside and once you get it… you can never go back.”
Chapter 20: He Comes Baring Gifts
My interest peaked with his voice in my head, so I rapidly opened the box and let it fall to the floor while gripping its contents in a trance. How strange because he always gave me the best gifts, yet this one I didn’t need or quite understand.
His gift to me- a braided black leather whip… so soft and luxurious, but menacing just the same.
My fingers, drawn by its soft feel, rubbed over the leather curiously touching how exquisite its cool texture left me yearning, yet it felt so dangerous to hold it. I looked up to find his haunting eyes fixed on me, wondering why a gift from him, of this nature, excited me- leaving me breathless.
“Come to me with the whip later, I’ll show you why, Greedy Love. And don’t forget the ribbon.”
He was gone.
I knew I would go riding, hoping to stay away from him. I told myself I wouldn’t seek him as he instructed because whatever he planned I knew it required me to cross those boundaries I sought to place between us.
He said the whip was not for my mare, I couldn’t part with it, so I told myself I needed to take the whip just in case. She could get restless sensing my agitation and become difficult. Deep down… I knew I lied to myself because my mare was never difficult.
My dream replayed the moments before I used the whip. I heard her anguished screams of pleasure- my grasp tightening around the leather. I’d debated not going, but with my gift in hand I thought what better way than to teach him… he meant nothing.
I’d made my way to him with the whip held firm in my left hand and the ribbon braided in my long hair. My name kept repeating itself, pounding in my head, but I knew it was Eros that called.
He’d been doing this a week before my birthday… it felt like a sick countdown to something. My nerves were shattered when I found him in the gallery surrounded by priceless works of art- mostly marble warrior statues engaged in battle. There was an erotic beauty in the strength they portrayed while being so close to death and victory.
He looked to be doing the same; although, he fought a very different kind of battle.
He was fully dressed while the poor, or as she thought extremely fortunate girl, stood naked with her face pressed against a bronze statue while he had his eyes tightly closed and roughly pounded into her. He had a look of rage on his face as my name was fervently repeated in my head. It was sick because he had picked the only bronze statue in the room. It was a life size replica of me… he thought to humiliate me.
My mother had commissioned it as a birthday gift. He had the girl’s blood dripping on my statue as he held on to the cold bronze, and he speedily raced towards a release he couldn’t find.
“Get out of her!” I screamed- my pain evident from the crack in my voice.
“With pleasure.” He said turning away from her while opening his arms wide against a solid marble stand. Leaning in with his head bent he said, “What the fuck took you so long?”
“I promised myself I wouldn’t come.”
“I hate you more every time I find you like this.” I shared my thoughts with him not wanting the stupid girl listening to our conversation.
“Get out!” I told the girl, “Leave while you can, and I never want to see you again or you die.” I was roughly gripping her by
her nape pushing her towards the doors.
Once she was gone, I watched as he tried with great difficulty to place himself in his breeches while I heard her scramble away in the hallway.
“Get this cleaned or I will paint this room red with your blood on the walls and floor.”
He laughs, “No Emma, I don’t think you will,” he turns facing me, “why don’t you come show me, Love. I see you’ve brought your gift, have you figured out what the whip is for?”
I smile sweetly at him.
“You like it don’t you, Greedy Love?”
“I can’T BELIEVE this is what the whip is for, you should have given it to me years before!” I said momentarily stunning him by appearing directly in front of him and slashing him repeatedly with the whip.
“I love it as much as I hate you!”
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So now I was breathing hard, anticipating on my hands and knees, and he was the one in control of my precious whip.
“I thought it was my gift, to do with as I felt pleased to do, so why did you take it away?”
“Because I plan to teach you, how you are wrong. Its intended use is for something else entirely.” Getting tired of my current position, I arched my back when the whip firmly made contact with my lower back leaving a sting.
“I said don’t fucking move, what part of that was so difficult to understand?”
“I’ve grown bored with you, Eros. I should be preparing for tonight, And not wasting my time with you.”
Instantly the whip wrapped around my neck- tight, bringing tears to my eyes. As my hands came up to loosen it- everything changed, and I was trapped with the whip choking me. It was tied over the panel of an enormous bed while I struggled with my hands tied behind my back fighting against the red ribbon. I realized my hair fell, loosening from the braid with my continued struggles, landing in messy curls.
There is no way these measly objects could hold me down… he’d done something to them. “Eros,” I screamed, “if you make me miss my party… I’ll kill you, you hear me? And it’s not fair for you to use magic on me. I’ll kill you extra slow for this transgression, My King.”
“Missing your party is the least of your worries, Love.” His voice was low, a seductive melody to my ears. “You are fortunate I am generous with you. Stop fighting against your bonds, and I will loosen them.”
Immediately, I listened and they did as he said. No longer did I feel the sting against my skin. But of course, with the pain gone, I came to an epiphany. I missed being difficult with him because there was no relief to be had.
I closed my eyes waiting for him to speak. I never wanted to fight with him more… than now.
“These are the rules you will have to follow if you want to make it to your great Eighteenth Birthday Celebration.” His voice was far away, behind me, and he sounded as if he was lower- sitting perhaps.
“Do not speak unless you are spoken to. You shall give me simple and to the point answers, nothing more. You will address me as your Master and make haste to comply with what I ask for. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” I would let him believe he had me cornered or more precisely hanging to his every word, but in the end I would show him who really was Master here.
“You’re brilliant, a natural. Not so bored anymore, are you Love?”
“No, Master.” I craned my neck searching for him.
“Because of how well you adapt, I will go slow, but first I find I need a shower. Don’t move,” he said smiling at his own sick joke while approaching me. Once he was before me, he whispered something I didn’t understand and they tightened a fraction. “If you struggle, I’ve charmed the restraints to tighten on you, if you’re good they will slowly give- cutting you some slack.” He explained.
“Look at me, Emma.” I raised my eyes doing as he said because when I struck him with the whip, I’d seen something there I’d never seen before… erotic anticipation. I knew the look because I’d seen it on every slave he had sex with before he had to cover their mouths with his palm and draw out. I’d never seen the look on him though.
I’d discovered it for the first time and realized where my gift truly lay. “Remember you brought this on yourself. If I would give you the whip now you would strike me worse than before, you must learn not to play with me and my emotions. This is not what I had intended for your present, or for you to need a lesson so soon, but I find it is time. After all, I can no longer be a patient man.”
He didn’t understand that my hand itched for the whip because now that I’d seen that look… I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I wanted to see it again and again, given the opportunity I would. I would play his little game… it was my birthday, why the hell not.
Chapter 21: Why the Hell Not? Because it Burns that’s Why.
The whip was limply hanging on my body with one lose circle around my neck. I knew if I so much as moved an inch away it would tighten again and make its way over the wooden plank. I’d already tested it. My hands were no longer tied. The red ribbon had fallen beside my riding boots. He was making me wait, that had to be the longest shower known in existence.
Just as I was thinking this, he appeared with a white towel swung low… covering the bulge that caught my attention, wrapping around his tanned skin, and making my mouth dry. I noticed my breathing sped up, my mouth seeking something, so I controlled it knowing he would notice any changes in me.
He smiled looking at me through his lowered gaze. He was holding a smaller black leather box.
“This is for after and only if you listen and behave.”
I knew what lay inside the box, it was obvious from the packaging. The perfect square sized box- for a perfect necklace.
I smiled back... until I noticed the change in him.
He approached, fangs lengthening and eyes turning black looking down at me.
He never looked this way.
He was so close I could feel him, he leaned in and reached beyond me placing my box on the mattress behind me. I looked at his body and couldn’t help but forget the other women.
He was scarred with slashes across his stomach, and I wondered at the hell he endured to be standing here in front of me as he was.
I felt his hands take a hold of my white blouse and swiftly lift it out of my riding pants.
“What are you doing?” I excitedly asked.
“You broke my rule, Emma.” Caressing my neck before taking the whip he said, “I think you enjoy being bad, Sweetness.” Flashing the whip in front of me… I shut my eyes and waited, expecting to feel the sharp pain. He struck it at my legs, I cried out, and moaned instantly feeling the bite.
“Do you like being punished, Emma?”
“No.”
He whipped me twice across my thighs, forcing me to acknowledge the truth, and causing heat to puddle between my legs.
“Fuck! You surprise me every fucking time.”
I just saw the look in his eyes… it is what caused these reactions within me, and the truth was I didn’t care who it was that was being punished… as long as either one of us was- I knew the look would return. I needed it with every beat of my heart… to return.
He is taking deep breaths looking into my eyes, at my face. I try to hide my expressions wondering why I enjoy him, his look… his punishment.
“Every time you lie, I will punish you. Do you understand?”
“Yes… yes Master.”
“Do not interrupt me again for what I will do to you, or you will be punished. And Emma, I promise I will find a way you won’t find so enjoyable.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I see you’re eager, so I won’t punish you this time for speaking to me unless I ask you to.”
He kneels holding my hips, inhaling me, and placing firm kisses exactly where he struck me. I gaze down on him… see him reaching, taking the ribbon from the floor, my head tips back waiting for whatever sweet torture he has in store for me next, and feel him slowly
begin to rise. I’m now staring up to see him bringing the fabric over my eyes and feel him knotting it.
I do eagerly wait, unable to control my breaths any longer.
“Open your mouth and spread your legs shoulders apart. But most importantly do not seek to hide your responses. I wish to see and smell your desire- how you pant for me.”
I quickly do what he demands.
The anticipation is killing me with my eyes blinded to what he will ask or do. His games thrill me because I know he’s never shown this side of himself to anyone… we are discovering each other. I don’t care about my stupid party anymore. Everything has ceased to exist, but him and I.
I feel his fingers move over my blouse reaching for the buttons, slowly undoing the top half, and gently spreading it. My breasts feel heavy and ache for him. The wire and Chantilly lace feel harsh and confining… I want to beg for the bra to be gone.
My hands blindly reach for him because I can’t take not touching him. He steps away from me, and sternly says, “Walk five paces and when you’re done crouch on your hands and knees on the ground. I told you I would not be interrupted.”
“More… make it last,” my mind begs.
I do as he says and on each pace he strikes my rear branding me with burning pain.
I don’t want to remember or think about the noises that just escaped my lips. I stop after the five paces, trembling, and crouch- arching my back. I don’t understand what’s come over me. I hate him most of the time, yet that look he gave me has me anticipating something.
I hear his towel fall to the floor behind me, and I know I’ll soon have my answer.
“Would you like for me to rub away the sting, Love? Remember, I’ll know when you lie.”
“Yes.” I say on a pained-exhaled breath.
His hand falls hard on my ass while his fingers dip, feeling my heat as he slaps my ass. “Yes, what?”
“OuchImeanOhhhh Master, I mean… Yes Master… please.”
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