“Please, what Love?” He says it… like it was I who was punishing him.
“Please Master, Rub me!” I demand.
“Like this?”
He takes the thickest part of the whip and rubs it between my cheeks and slips it to the front where I’ve been aching for him, sliding it up and down.
With my eyes blinded by the ribbon, closed tightly, the sensations are too much and my body starts greedily seeking something it can’t reach… he keeps it out of my grasp.
“Answer my question, Emma.” He says it less demanding, as desire drips from his voice.
“Yes and no Master. Please hurry.” My voice is unrecognizable because I’m trying to swallow my gasps while answering his question because if he keeps punishing me, I know I’ll go out of my mind.
“Tell me what you want.” He says while I feel his hand seek the button on my pants and my stomach is a fluttering mess of drunken butterflies.
“I want to feel you, Eros… I want to feel you punishing me and not the whip.”
He growls, throwing the whip next to my hand. “I’m thicker than the whip… I don’t want to hurt you.” He says this as he is desperately lowering my pants on my thighs.
I take the whip and bite the handle knowing it would hurt, I’d seen how big and thick he was. The man was huge, almost reaching seven feet tall, everything about him was beyond human proportions.
Now it seems the drunken butterflies have taken up residence in my head because I can no longer think, and I sway on my knees at the exquisite feel of him. He readies me by grabbing onto my hips. “Steady love, nice and steady we will go.” I feel his thick heated skin where I’m burning alive in flames. He is rubbing me up and down like the whip was as I shake with something I’ve never felt, never imagined possible… and I’m making noises I don’t understand.
My body jerks roughly into him, “But… I don’t want steady or nice.”
“Please Eros, please… please I need to…?” I’m so naïve because I don’t even know the word I’m searching for.
“Come Emma, we both need to come. Fuck you’re so sweet and viciously greedy… so fucking good! Promise me you won’t come until I tell you to.”
“I promise, but I want to sooo bad.”
“Come with me, I’ll fucking show you what you’ve wanted to see, I want to see it too! We’ve both been dreaming of this far too long.”
Suddenly I’m not on the floor, I’m standing and leaning over something cold while he’s rubbing me with a new found drive. “Is this how you want me?” He pulls the ribbon away, and I see what he’s wanted me to see… “erotic fucking anticipation,” he whispers in my head.
“Yes.” I scream.
It’s written all over his roaring face. His eyes are black- something that I’ve never seen happen with the others. He has me in his bathroom, leaning over the stone countertop, while I watch his body move in the best kinds of ways through the mirror, and I try to lift my leg to give him what he wants, but can’t with the tangled mess of my pants.
My lacy underwear is digging into every slit, and I feel him so wet, soft skin, and unbearably hard flesh sliding all over me.
“Fuck Emma,” he shouts, “I’m going to fucking come, and I’m not even inside you.” He says desperately ripping off my pants while leaving me in my bra, panties, and leather riding boots. “I knew this would happen, I made myself come in the shower before I went to you.”
“Yes, please Eros… come because I want to too!” I say throwing my head back against him while I push myself harder on him feeling my breast tremble from my need and shake with force every time I slap against him as I sense his eyes on me.
He is undone, “Now Emma… fucking come for me Right Now!”
And just like that we are both screaming in each other’s faces, facing one another as he is coming all over my red bra and panties, my parted blouse, and I’m hanging on with my hands and legs wrapped around the expanse of his body. I see my fascination gleaming in his euphoric eyes.
He rapidly gets rid of my boots, lifts me higher, making me tighten my legs around him while carries me into his shower, and doesn’t let me go. He holds me tightly to him and asks, “I didn’t hurt you too badly before, did I My Love?”
“No, Master.” I smile
“I got carried away… I’ve wanted this for far too long. Which reminds me, I have a gift for you. Finish washing, I’ll bring it… you’ve been a very… very… exceedingly good girl.”
I can’t help watching him leave… his body has me in a trance… shit… that was close. I knew it was required of me to keep my virginity intact for my future husband, yet Eros had been referring to me as his future Queen, but he couldn’t be trusted- perhaps it was his way of getting me in his bed. Although he was very careful not to take it from me, and now I had stooped to a new low because here I stood wishing I could somehow stay here in his castle and be his queen.
He’d brought me on my birthday to where he truly was Master. Maybe I was developing split personality and found it was okay to act this way only in his rooms, in this part of wherever here may be. No one knew where he retreated to, his kingdom- not even my mother knew… but he brought me here. It felt like this is where I belonged.
I wanted him again.
Snapping out of my trance, I saw he brought the box under the spray of water, stood behind me holding me to him, and opened the box in front of us. My hand fell on the beautiful necklace with a surprised gasp.
He grabbed it from me and placed the blue heart-shaped stones with alternating white round diamonds around my neck.
“They are white and blue diamonds, representing the beautiful color of your eyes, and how hot and true my love for you burns. Never again doubt it. Happy Birthday Beloved.”
My head leans back against his body as his hand lays over his gift and my neck, and I know we are headed fast in one direction and one direction alone on a train called Sweet Misery… its destination was straight down into purgatory.
My dream, I fear seeks to destroy me, sporadically jumping to a year later on my nineteenth birthday.
He’d been true for a whole year never seeking anyone else again until two weeks ago when I finally came to my senses and ended all that was between us.
I threatened to tell my mother; even though, I knew he compelled her to not ask questions or assault me with accusations, in fact, she looked happier than ever before… so I recently understood her reactions weren’t her own. He was her puppeteer.
It was when I knew it had to stop because it was only a matter of time before he did the same to me. So I told him it was over, and of course he went back to fucking the slaves. I’d been right.
His love had been an illusion. I was only a temporary plaything for him.
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It was my nineteenth birthday, and I found myself exactly in the same predicament I’d found myself a year ago when everything went to hell.
I would not go to him, I’d made that mistake the last time and look where that got me. I knew he penetrated some new woman- every time he called my name. He’d done this repeatedly after I had promised to tell my mother he had grown bored with her. I knew she already guessed because it had been well over three years since he last touched her, yet she never complained to me and would not listen to reason, or anything I said to the notion of her leaving him.
How could he do this to me, why? I wanted to scream… Why?
And then I remembered.
The dream skipped to the night of my nineteenth birthday, when I had the courage to go up to him in the gardens after he’d just finished with one of his last conquests. I was so furious because I saw blame in his eyes when I’d interrupted him. He dared to blame me!
He so easily disengaged himself from one of our guests, stiffened showing he’d become aware of my presence, and coolly directed her to leave us. I knew he compelled her to leave because she smoothly finger-combed back her hair and quickly left. I tampered down m
y temper before I spoke to him, “Eros, my mother would kill her if she found you as I have. This must stop. Have you lost all respect for her? I will not continue to watch as you flaunt your mistresses, you must respect my mother, or I will… ”
“Your mother, I grow tired of hearing of your complaints about your mother. We have fucking… excruciatingly great foreplay for a whole fucking year and your complaints are about her! For a whole year I’ve been waiting to claim you tonight… to take you from here, make you mine forever! You are beyond fucked up, Emma! I just had my dick in some other woman, gods that sickens even me. Tell me what can you possibly do that’s worse than that?” He said adjusting his clothing before he turned. He neglected to wipe his lips clean of the blood I saw there. He waited for a response, but I said nothing only stared him down because he never drank from me. He made sure to drink from everyone, but me.
I was not going to fall for his lies, why would he choose me?
I was a piece of work alright, my mind argued before I continued. “She will smell the blood on you as I do, she will smell the two of you together, I know I can.”
“You’ve ruined us, Emma. Enjoy your party. Let me worry about how to deal with your mother, you should find some company and enjoy yourself tonight. I know I’m not done.” He said preparing to leave, but then something stopped him.
“Tell me something, why are you not at the ball? It is in your honor after all, are you not pleased with all your admirers falling over your feet to dance with you?” He said it sounding broken hearted and lost… before closing the distance between us.
“Don’t come near me. You smell of sex and have her scent all over you. You disgust me.”
“Do I really, my not so sweet girl? Then why are you here and not at your ball?”
“I don’t care for any of it, all I care about is how you are disgracing her. She lives blinded by her love for you. You will not repeat this offense again! Swear it.”
He was hysterical with laughter, great we both just lost our minds after the year we just had together. “You dare make demands of me after making it clear you want nothing to do with me?”
“And you dare laugh at me, I hate you… I don’t care who dies! I’ve stopped caring. I hope she rips out your coming… freak, I meant cunning throat when I tell her.” I turned, picking up my long and fitted, silver silk and lace overlay strapless gown with buttons leading down my back into a ruffled train- to find my mother.
“Emma you could say fuck, seeing as we’ve come, many of times, very close to doing the deed on countless opportunities.” He yelled from behind me.
He was suddenly in front of me, thinking he could stop me.
Grabbing my arm forcefully, “You are not going anywhere when you need to come so bad, shall we take a trip to my castle, you left your whip tied to my bedpost the last time you used it, Love?” I knew he meant to take me there now… and I was afraid if he did I would beg him not to bring me back.
“Why haven’t you tried drinking from me?” I said it sounding like a disappointed child.
“Emma do you really wish me dead, you know what will happen to me if I drink.” He buried my face in his neck.
“Yet you never once even came close to losing control, or for that matter with all the magic you practice... you have failed to come across one measly spell that will make it possible for us to mate.”
“My Gods Emma, is this why you left me… because you doubt my intentions towards you?”
“Get out of my way… it’s too late because I no longer wish for those things.”
“No Emma, you will answer me this!” He roared shaking me.
“Do you forget that I too can easily trace to her?” I yelled.
“Before you go running away… tell me Emmaley, why are you in so much pain? I’ll exchange you our pleasure for your pain. Tell me girl, do you miss me coming to your room at night to kiss you goodnight and wish you the sweetest fucking dreams in my bed? Do you feel neglected because I’ve stopped playing games with you? I can remedy it now. How about we play your favorite game now? Master says… and winner takes all.”
I was shaking with anger and need, “I’m done playing your games, and I’m done being your puppet… like you said I have many admirers, so it should be very simple for me to find someone… loyal.”
“If I had the fucking whip I’d whip you now for lying, but who needs the whip when you’re so eager for me now. Lower your dress and show me how your heart beats for me, lift up your skirts and let me see how soaking wet you are, and I’ll tell you all my deepest, darkest secrets, My One and Only Beloved Mate.”
He’d never called me that before… and it scared me to the point I wanted to run to him and beg him to forgive me… to love me because he had a maddening look in his eyes.
The moon was swiftly hidden by dark clouds as my hands raised drawing force, and I slammed him on the ground. He fought and snarled, “What punishment does my sweet and kind Queen have in mind for me with the look of death in her eyes?”
“Promise me it will end tonight, or you will soon find out.” I shouted over the wind as it shrilled giving voice to the emotions my heart suppressed- kicking up speed.
“No… you will make no such demands of me, you hear me! I’m seeking relief the only way I know how. Let me at least find it with your face and your name on my lips, or I will fucking take you from here and never let you go.”
“No. I won’t let you. You sicken me! Relief? I promise, you won’t find it, I will tear you apart!” The winds began forming a funnel around us… enclosing, the force of it pushing us at one another. I told him he sickened me, but the truth was it was I who was sick because he’d turned me into what I feared he would… I’d come to the point where all I wanted, obsessed about was what he would have me do next- I’d looked forward to debasing myself for him.
“I will only take from you your blood, pain, and tears… you will have my name on your lips when you beg me for mercy, Eros.”
He looked bewildered, his fangs extended… his body lifting, shoving towards me. “Emmaley STOP, you’re losing control it will destroy us.”
“The mighty Eros is finally… afraid. You wanted my darkness for a whole year, have me then. You Eros, you… will not survive- it will destroy you!” I said looking at him and unleashing all the volatile emotions I’d fought against and carried with me since ending our affair, now all I felt was a great sense of relief as I let it flow through me, and I unleashed it onto him. He was stunned. I think he didn’t believe me capable of harming him... I’d idolized him. He’d been my everything while I’d fought against self-hate since leaving my heart, mind, and inhibitions in his bed.
He’d made me hate myself because I’d opened myself to all his demands pretending to be someone else, someone who wasn’t weighed down, sinking deep into the quicksand of my quilt… while finding the courage to worship him for a whole year. It would end now.
I flashed out of the storm and entered the ballroom, smoothing out my dress, and making sure there wasn’t a single hair out of place- quickly making my way to my seat.
I will enjoy my ball, I thought while I put up a perfect front yet uncontrollably shook inside.
Lifting my mask, I felt hollow as I studied the elaborate designs; decorated with silk, pearls, diamonds, and feathers forming a beautiful half-moon. I placed it over my face trying to hide my increasing dissatisfaction. The evening had definitely had it its downs, but it definitely seemed with recent events- I would put them past me.
He would find no easy escape. I’d made sure of it. I would enjoy this magical night.
Chapter 22: I Shall Never Know Sweet Peace Again
I walked through the many tables and roman columns towards the dance floor when my trailing hand was captured, and I was pulled back and turned to land in the arms of one of my statues come to life. My hand was lifted to full sensual lips- I was sure I’d never seen before.
What I saw and was visible… left exposed by the mask he
wore was a strong jawline, firm while soft and ample lips were illuminated by candlelight and rose-gold glow. The tapestries were all done in gold, rose, and peach and there were wrought iron chandeliers and wall sconces with candles lit throughout bathing everything in a gilded sheen.
The room glowed all around him emphasizing every line of his sculpted body making everyone else fade into nothing. My head began to spin while I looked at eyes that belonged in the night sky- their light was surely brighter than any star. His eyes captured my attention and wouldn’t release me, they were shining bright… sapphire blue- similar to the currents found in lightning, and their beauty incomparable to anything I’d ever seen.
Eyes I could fall in love with.
My eyes traveled down to the rest of his face, intrigued because it was so well hidden by his mask. My breath caught as he wet his lips before his mouth made its way traveling a path from my white gloved hand, turning my hand over, to my exposed wrist. His lips remained while he paused and inhaled me. I felt the heat of his breath before I felt his lips touch my skin, his tongue quickly darting out and stealing a taste. It’s crazy but I felt my skin quickly absorb him… it felt like we were making love from just him tasting me.
Currents assaulted me running from my hand and through my body while his eyes pierced mine and his full lips drew up in a half smile.
“I’ve been searching for you, Princess. You have eluded me all evening. But no longer, say you will honor me by giving me the pleasure of this dance… and that I may steal your company for what remains of the evening.”
Just then lightning struck, close enough the flash lit us with a blue sheen as I looked up at our colossal glass cathedral ceiling. I felt him move, trapping me against him while my heartbeat responded- becoming erratic as his hand traveled from my waist up to my back. He turned me to a darkened area of the dance floor where the candles had blown out.
“It seems a perfect storm is coming.”
I smiled because I knew he referred to himself all while whispering in my ear.
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