Chapter 10
Diane
Whispering and wetness drew me from the dark recesses of heavy unconsciousness, pulling me to the surface from some unknown dream that I couldn’t remember. Tingling mingled with soreness and I almost wanted to moan from the blissful state of mind that I began floating into.
“Perhaps if you stayed, you’d like it here. I could take care of you. I think I’d like having you around.”
The whisper was so low, I almost wasn’t sure I was hearing the words correctly. I knew it was Master. The deepness of his voice brought my body back to life, causing me to get aroused all over again. But the admission didn’t make any more sense than the tenderness that laced his tone. I felt the content mood retreat as my guard came up.
The night’s events barreled back and I felt my body jerk at the memories. Before I could process them completely, wetness slid over my stomach. The stinging had my eyes flying open. Fire raced over the wound and I cried out, feeling his hand shove into my chest to keep me lying down.
“Shh. I’m just cleaning you, slave. You’re okay. I’m going to take good care of you.”
I was okay? Take care of me? He assured me as if he were rescuing or healing me from some vicious attack instead of being the one who’d done the cutting and bruising.
The pressure between my breasts eased and I relaxed, taking in the dim surroundings. We were still in the basement and I was lying on the bed I’d seen in the far corner. Large iron posts rose to meet a metal canopy that rested above. My lids closed, still heavy from sleep. Cautiously, I let myself think. Everything seemed to blur together when it came to the cuffs. I barely recalled being carried to the bed. But…there were other things. Like being caressed with the lightest touch that put me at ease. Up and down, it traveled the length of my arm, soothingly. And the whispering... surely, I had to have imagined the majority of that part. The colors that swirled and captivated me as Master stroked my arm couldn’t have been real. There was no way I could rely on anything he’d said. For all I knew, it could have been my own thoughts. Was my mind still warped? Maybe…
I forced my lids back open, remembering what I had thought I had heard when I first awoke. He wanted to keep me, or so he’d said. It was enough to put me into panic mode. If he wanted to keep me, he wouldn’t let me die. And even if I wanted to live, that meant I could never leave.
Blue eyes briefly met mine before I jumped at the ointment he smeared over the letters. My previous concerns disappeared as a new one came to light. Our signatures on each other’s skin. Fuck, we’d branded each other. God, had that been real? I wanted to groan, and yet, I couldn’t deny the part of me that got all warm and excited, remembering back. What did it look like? Would I be appalled at the sight? Would I like it? I cleared my throat, pushing the questions away. I couldn’t think about that now. He had been right. I wasn’t going to be here much longer to bask in them anyway. I almost couldn’t swallow. There was that flame again, growing brighter — one that was getting harder to eliminate by the day.
“Master?” My throat sounded raw and raspy in the silence.
“Yes, slave?”
Even though I had so many emotions flowing through me, I couldn’t ignore how my face kept wanting to smile. Inside, I felt lighter. Like a weight had been lifted. The strange sensation was one I couldn’t wrap my brain around. Did it have to do with what had happened?
I pushed up on my elbows, lowering the moment he threw me a look. Dammit. “I can’t remember a lot from last night. What…happened?”
The way his mouth pulled to the side, it wasn’t the cocky, sexy smile I’d seen so much of. This one was different.
“They call it subspace. You were beautiful. Absolutely…” He seemed to catch himself as his features drew in and he went stoic. “I’ll explain more, later. How do you feel?”
Could I even put it into words? I wasn’t so sure. It was all too much. I just wanted to curl on my side and lay there with a goofy grin on my face for having the most mind blowing night I couldn’t really remembered. That should have scared me worse than it did. Sadness and fear also followed. I shouldn’t feel this way; shouldn’t be here undergoing any of this. The frustration from it all collided, but in no way overtook my most prominent emotion — happiness.
“I’m…good. Sore.” Shit, I was more than sore, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. And turned on, all over again. Another thing I was keeping my mouth shut on. If I had heard him correctly and he did want to keep me, I had bigger problems than I wanted to consider at the moment.
“You’re not a good liar. You’re hurting pretty badly.” He dipped the washcloth in the bowl of warm water next to him and brought it over my breast, moving from one to the other. I tried to slow my breathing as I felt my nipples tighten. The frigid temperature of the room had them puckering even tighter and I shook while the cold air mixed with the heat that expelled from my skin.
As the cloth left to collect more water, I couldn’t ignore the way his stare never left my body. Drops dripped over my stomach while he gripped the back of one of my knees and spread my legs. I could have fought, could have clamped them together, but the last thing I felt like doing was disturbing this new mood of his. Something was different. Not only with me, but both of us.
Warm wetness traveled from my inner thigh and made a path to my pussy. My eyes closed while he ran the thick material from the top of my slit, down to my entrance, cleaning me with each movement of his hand. I bit my lip, anticipating the return. The sound of the water was followed by his thumb pulling back one of my folds to separate me. A steady stream trickled over the sensitive area and I gasped, moving my hips against the pleasure it evoked. When I thought the cloth would connect, it didn’t. Instead, his touch moved to my clit, rubbing gently in slow, torturous circles, and repeating the process with the water. A moan slipped from my lips and I reached down, grabbing the silk beneath me.
Weight shifted and I clung on tighter as his palms pushed both of my legs further apart. The first brush of his tongue left me wondering if I should let things continue. I wanted this. He obviously did. But after last night, did I want to fall completely under his rule? What would the following days or weeks hold?
Suction drew one of my folds into his mouth and he moaned as he moved down. The vibrations let me gasping. My head rose while I watched him take his time, licking and sucking against me. As his tongue pushed into my entrance, I arched, wanting nothing more than to clutch his hair to bring him into me even more.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your taste.” Teeth grazed over my skin and I sucked in, lowering my head as the need left me craving for more. My hips moved faster, desperate to push him further, but he reached for them, holding on tight. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t continue to rotate to bring him to where I wanted him to go. Warmth turned into a distant blaze while his tongue flicked over my clit repeatedly. My head moved back and forth while he kept up the steady pace. The barely existent strokes left me breathless. Desperate to be filled.
“Master, please.”
My jaw clamped closed. I wasn’t sure who was more shocked by my plea, me or him. So easily, the name came from my mouth. Not from fear or because it was expected, I’d…accepted my role, embracing it in the moment.
Wetness glistened over his chin as he lifted his head even more. The amazement in his eyes somehow lightened the blue color that always appeared almost black.
“You want me, slave?”
No force. A simple question. One that nearly had the answer choking me. This was consensual to the fullest. If I said the words aloud, if I agreed…
“Shh.” His head shook as he rose to his knees. My name on his stomach had my mouth parting atthe shock of seeing my work firsthand.Diane. So neat and cleanly cut over his defined skin. Master, coming from my mouth, my name on his skin… it was too much. But I didn’t get to think about it for long. He was suddenly over me, cupping my cheek with a look on his face that I was positive I’d never seen there before. The hard lines that usually had him appearing angry were long gone. He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen and I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Where was the monster I’d known him as? The one who’d so easily devour me if I made the wrong move? I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, as I stared up, captivated at this stranger.
“Just feel.”
Pressure pushed into my pussy and I closed my eyes at the tears that stung them. Consensual. Yes. There was no violence or fight leading up to what I was allowing to happen. I didn’t want to think anymore. The guilt would be there soon enough. It was already twisting and ripping against the back of my conscious. It wouldn’t take long once I was alone for the aftermath to kill me.
My hand shot up, gripping his shoulder as he inched his cock inside of me. He didn’t remove my touch. There was no harsh grab of my wrist like I had expected. Instead, my other arm was lifted and fitted around his neck. The kiss that pressed against my shoulder and traveled to my neck had the tears stinging my eyes even worse.
“Hold me, slave.”
He lifted my elbow until I had both arms wrapped around him. The tap to my bicep told me he wanted me to hold on tighter. Everything within me withdrew while I forced myself to obey. As his lips tried to coax mine open, I squeezed my lids shut, tighter, trying to adjust to the intimacy that grinded against the rawness within. Flashes of my family assaulted me and a whimper slipped out.
“I can’t do this,” I breathed, turning my head away. The expression I glimpsed on his face was only visible for the briefest moment before something flickered and the Master I’d known before returned.
“Can’t do this?” The narrowing of his eyes increased until his look turned almost evil. Raged. My hands were jerked from his neck and slammed to the bed. “Can’t do this? What about now? Can you do it now, slave?” The roar made me breathe faster, fearful, yet conflicted from the hurt I’d caught a glimpse of. I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, his hand fitted over it, pressing down hard. “Not a word from you. I’m finished with you, anyway. I’ll leave you to your room.” His cock slammed into me as he surged forward, grasping one cuff, and then the other. I cried out, realizing it was mixed with so much pleasure that I could barely detect the fear.
“You can’t leave me in here.” I tried to twist beneath him, looking for a way to slip free and escape the cuffs. It didn’t work.
“I can do whatever I want. I’m the Master. You best remember that.” His cock withdrew and he stood, leaving me colder than I could ever remember feeling, and not from the room’s temperature. For the first time, I’d hurt him, and I wasn’t sure what to think about it.