Chapter 24
Master
From one pair of cuffs to another, I transferred Diane to a chair not much different than the one I’d had her in when I carved my name into her stomach. The rounded back left her arched with her knees on a leather-padded bench. With her arms restrained, I knew I’d have full access to do whatever I wanted.
My hand traveled over her bare back just seconds before I stepped back and let the flogger connect. Not hard, but enough to make her suck in air.
“You see, slave, our relationship isn’t like other couples. We can fuck, make love, or I could down-right use you for my pleasure and I promise you, by the time we’re finished, both of us will get just as much pleasure out of it than anyone in a vanilla relationship. Do you know why?”
Dark hair fell over her face as she lifted her head. “Because this is what we like?”
“Well, yes, that’s the basis of it. You being my slave, you live to please me. As your Master, it’s the same for me. You are my top priority. My most cherished possession. My rules are not only for my pleasure, but for your wellbeing. You may not like them at first, but you will respect them. As we grow, we strengthen, and so does the love and passion.” I let the strands slap against her back again, this time, harder.
“Just because you’re not hell bent on dying doesn’t mean I’ll change much from when we first met. You need to understand this. Do you?”
A cry came from her mouth as I let the flogger slap against her ass. “Yes, Master.”
“But you like how I treat you. Don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, but I expected an answer.
“Yes.” A sob followed from my blow. I stepped forward, running my fingers over the welts covering her back and ass. Warmth radiated from her skin and I lowered, pressing my lips against her flesh, taking my time giving each mark attention. By the time I reached her slit, Diane was glistening from how wet she was.
“We’re going to try something a little different tonight.” My thumb rubbed over her clit, teasing her before I stepped back and walked to the dresser. Even during my absence, she didn’t move or turn to me. Jaime had done well keeping her in line.
My fist enclosed over a dildo and I walked forward, coming to a stop at her feet. “Step down and spread your legs wide. Your head isn’t to lift.”
Diane obeyed, removing her legs from the bench and stepping to the outside of it. My palm flattened onto her lower back, pushing down until she was arched to where I wanted her. I rubbed the tip over her opening, letting the wetness allow it to glide smoothly to her clit and back. Gently, I eased the length into her channel, watching her pussy hug to the thickness. As it inched in, her lips parted and she bit down, making small sounds.
“You like that, baby?” I withdrew, surging the toy into her even more. She moaned, nodding.
“God, yes.”
I spanked her ass, gripping and spreading her so I could get a better view.
“I’m going to give you more and you’re going to beg for it.” With each thrust, I drove in deeper, watching her grow so turned on that I longed to be the one inside of her. The sounds that filled the room had my blood racing. Wetness. Moaning. Pleas for my cock to pound her pussy. Fuck, I was drowning in our moment and I couldn’t get enough.
“Please, Master. Give it to me faster. I want it all.”
The tip eased back into her and I surged forward, only giving her half with my thrusts.
“Please,” she sobbed, pushing back.
“Now, now, slave.” My hand connected with her ass and she stilled, gripping to the curve of the chair until her knuckles were white.
“I’m begging you. I need…you! Please.” The word came out broken in her cries. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth and I eased the entire length in. Diane’s mouth opened and she breathed out in heavy pants. “Yes. Oh, God. Please.”
I withdrew and repeated the process, taking my time as I kept it at a leisurely pace.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Dark hair splayed out around her while she buried her face into the leather.
“Don’t you come. I know you want to.”
More sobs. “I want you. Make love to me now. I can’t stop it.” The panic and desperation in her tone had me easing the toy out of her pussy. My fingers slapped against her slit. Once. Twice. She jumped, but still tried to get me closer by leaning into me.
“Do I need to bring you back down? I told you not to come and you’re going to listen.”
“Love me,” she whispered. “Please, Master.”
I stepped forward, dropping the toy. Her skin was slick with sweat as I lowered my chest to her back. “Oh, but I do love you,” I said against her ear. “And I’m about to show you just how much.” My hands lifted and I unbuckled the cuffs, flipping her over. I slid my arms under her knees and let her weight settle over me while she rested against the curved back.
Tightness encircled the head of my cock as I pushed into her opening. The temperature had me closing my eyes. Fuck, she was so hot and wet. My jaw clench and I lowered to her chest, letting her adjust to my size.
“Kiss me, slave.” I inched in further, meeting her tongue while I began a steady rhythm to go deeper.
“Can I hold you, Master?”
“Fuck yes. Hold on tight, baby.”
I plunged all the way into her pussy, extracting a scream as her arms clasped around my neck.
“Oh…shit. I’ve missed being inside of you. Tell me again, whose pussy is this?”
I kept my pace slow, torturously so, as I rocked into her.
“It’s all yours. Yours,” she said again, bringing my lips back down to hers.
I grabbed to the edge of the bench, gripping the leather tight while I took in everything I felt. Love to the max. Ecstasy. The weight of her in my arms as I held her legs up. Her pussy encircling my cock. Fuck, I was in heaven. Diane was mine now, forever. I’d never let her go again. It practically killed me to do it to begin with. Now that I had her back, we’d be inseparable. Master and slave, like it was meant to be. I almost couldn’t believe what I’d been given. In my wildest dreams, I would have never thought it were possible to find someone to love me for who I truly was. I had that with her. If there was ever a perfect match for me, she was it.
I broke away, looking deep into her heavy lidded eyes. Ones that had captivated me from the moment I stared into their green depths. “I love you. I…” My forehead drew in from aggravation. Words weren’t enough. They didn’t come close to expressing everything I wanted her to know.
Diane’s hand moved to my cheek and she shook her head as if she knew the turmoil I was feeling inside from not being able to say more. “And I love you.”
I continued to thrust, but deeper. If I couldn’t speak the things I was feeling, I was damn sure going to show her the only way I knew how.
“Do you know how much?” Faster, I went, grinding my hips into her thighs until I knew she’d have bruises.
“Show me.”
My hands went to her ass and I lifted, carrying her to the bed. As I laid on the mattress, I kept her on top. I didn’t hesitate to reach for the knife. “Mark for mark. You’re due one. Put your D on my shoulder, but don’t you dare stop moving that pussy.”
“I’ve been waiting to do this for a very long time.” She reached for the knife and flicked her wrist. The click of the blade was followed by her lowering to lie on my chest. Slowly, she rode me, making me forget about anything aside from her and what she was doing. The sting mixed with the pleasure and I closed my eyes, basking in the contrast. Warmth began to run over my shoulder and I savored the tickle on my skin. It was all so much and not enough. I longed to bring her in closer, to hold onto her tight.
A swoop of the fire told me she was rounding out the D. My adrenaline exploded. I grabbed her hips, moving her faster along my cock. The blaze was consistent, only adding to the overpowering need of her.
“Almost done,” she said, biting her bottom lip.
I didn’t have to look down to know that hers was nowhere near the size of the one I gave her. She’d damn near doubled the size, but I didn’t care. I’d wear her mark proudly, no matter what or where it was.
“There.”
She didn’t even get to finish before I grabbed the knife and tossed it toward the nightstand. I pulled her to me and flipped her over, surging in as deep as I could. She gasped and moaned, flinging her arms back around my neck.
“I do believe that mark is bigger than the one I gave you.” I slammed back into her, but kept the pace slow. Her eyes went to my shoulder and then rose to mine. The challenge was obvious.
“You could always punish me for it later, if you want.”
My mouth crushed into hers while one of my arms looped under her knee, pulling it high. “Oh, you’ll be punished, baby, good and often. You have a life full of excitement and surprise ahead of you. I hope you’re ready.”
“As long as it’s at least forty years like you said, I’m more than ready.”
Our conversation came pouring back of when I had her as a captive in my home. “Tell me. If you had to pick one right now, would you choose to die here in this house, or leave and be forced to live another forty years in the real world?”
There was no hesitation when it came to her answer. “I’d choose to die. No matter where it was. If, I had to choose. Which, I don’t.”
“You can’t see anything good coming out of forty years? That’s a lifetime of yours, plus almost another decade. How could a single thing worth living for not come by then?”
My head shook. “Oh, slave. I’ll give you forty years plus as many more as I can. That, I can promise you. You’ll be loved more than you’ll ever know.”
“But you won’t leave me?” Tears welled in her eyes and I wiped away a lone tear that escaped. I knew she feared losing someone she loved again, but I wasn’t planning on going anywhere if I could help it. I’d fight my hardest to stay. There was no way I’d be the one responsible for ruining her for good.
“The devil, himself, couldn’t take me away from you. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for the rest of your days. Now, keep kissing me and don’t you ever stop.”
She grinned, turning her face upward to meet me halfway. The connection of our lips was so much more than a kiss. It was a promise as her Master to love her always. To be there through her ups and downs, no matter where that took us. And to save her if it ever came to that point. I’d done it once and I’d gladly do it again. Life was sacred. Something to treasure. And I was ready to show my slave just how precious it was, in my arms. For the rest of our days.
The End