by Bailey, Fawn
With the new property being converted to suit our needs, Ophelia and I were often there to make sure things were progressing along well. We hadn’t been away from Vlada for a long time, but I thought it was time for us to be alone for a bit.
That day, I told Ophelia we’d be spending the night at the ranch. After fretting and worrying, she finally accepted I wouldn’t budge. I surprised her by bringing her to a house with candles burning on every corner.
“This is beautiful,” she gasped as we came in, grinning at me. “Is there a special occasion, Master?”
“There always is when you’re involved,” I told her, brushing my lips against her cheek. “Now come with me dolly, I want to show you something.”
I led her through the house with the candlelight lighting our way. We entered the dining room, where there was nothing but a giant wood table taking up most of the space.
“I built it myself,” I told her. “From grapefruit tree wood.”
She touched my hand, squeezing it gently. She knew how much it meant to me, and it was something to do that had helped me work out my fears and face my demons in a positive way.
“It’s beautiful,” she told me, and I rewarded her with a rare smile. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”
“Part of it,” I grinned, coming up behind her and gently clutching her neck in my fingers.
She gasped. I fucking lived for that sound, so gentle and submissive, telling me she’d let me do anything I wanted with her.
“Strip,” I growled in her ear, and she shivered beneath my fingers.
Slowly, she reached for her skirt, sliding it over her hips. Her blouse followed suit until she was standing before me in a red lace lingerie set.
“Fucking beautiful,” I whispered in her ear. “My dolly, as gorgeous as ever. Now take the rest off. Keep your heels on.”
She turned to face me, a sly smile playing on her lips as she peeled her bra and panties off, standing before me in her naked glory. She was beautiful. Breathtaking. I knew I’d never be able to get enough of her. Not then, not ever.
I traced my fingers over her skin, gently brushing her tightened pink nipples and sliding them between her pussy lips. She was so wet, so ready for me. I was going to take my time with her that night. Slowly tasting her and taking what had belonged to me all along.
“My beautiful dolly,” I whispered in her ear. “Lie down on the table. Face up.”
She was trembling as she did what I told her, laying down on her back with her bright eyes finding mine.
“What a-are you g-going to do?” she stuttered.
“You’ll love it," I promised her in a deep growl. “Close your eyes. Don’t open them until I tell you.”
She hesitated for a second, and I raised my eyebrows in a silent warning. A smile tugged at her lips. Finally, she lay back and closed those pretty eyes.
I got to work on her wrists and ankles, tying them to the legs of the table with my blood red silk rope. She didn’t struggle, trusting me completely and giving up her control as beautifully as she always did.
I secured the rope around the table, then brushed my lips against hers, kissing her gently and tasting her sweetness.
“Don’t be scared, dolly,” I whispered in her ear.
Immediately, her body relaxed, slowly slipping into the patterns we’d let go of when we got Vlada. But it was time for my dolly to submit again, and we both knew it.
I took a candle from the floor. It was a large, red pillar candle, and I knew exactly what to do. I watched Ophelia inhale sharply as she felt the warmth from the flame on her stomach.
“What are you doing, Master?” she whispered.
“Shhh. Let me do what I want to do, dolly,” I growled in response.
Restlessly, she quietened, and waited for the impact.
I tilted the candle over her sinful body, painfully slowly, torturing myself and her in the process.
“Let me open my eyes,” she whispered.
“No,” came my response. “Eyes closed.”
She whimpered, the sound turning into a moan the second the wax started dripping on her skin. She fucking loved it, just like I knew she would.
“Eyes closed,” I reminded her. “Do you like it, dolly? You like being taken advantage of like this?”
“Yes. So much, Master.”
I leaned down to whisper in her ear, my lips brushing her flesh.
“Then beg for it.”
She inhaled and the words came spilling from her mouth as easily as they always did.
“Please, Master. I want more. Torture me more. Drip it all over me. Over my nipples.”
I decided to make her wish come true, moving the candle over her tits and watching beads of hardened wax form on her dark pink nipples. She was fucking incredible when she let me do anything I wanted. Her submission was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I continued my assault of her body with my cock getting rock hard in my trousers. I knew I’d need to be inside her soon, the need to pump my seed into her body taking over and demanding I give my cock what it so desperately wanted.
I kept dripping the wax over her as I unzipped my pants, and she shivered at the sound of my belt buckle hitting the floor.
“Open your eyes,” I told her in a low growl, and in a second, her eyes flew open, just as my mouth met hers in a possessive, needy kiss.
We kissed like it was our last day on earth, all while I dripped hot red wax all over her body. She was fragile, but I didn’t try to break her like I had so many times before. Instead I took my time, giving back to her body what I’d taken from it. Each drip of wax was rewarded with a kiss, a stroke of her goosebump-covered skin. She responded so beautifully. So fucking eager for my punishments, for the special kind of love we shared. Our love didn’t exist without pain. And it was fucking glorious.
“My beautiful dolly,” I muttered against her lips. “I need to be inside you.”
I pulled out my cock to the sound of her whimpers, positioning it at her slick entrance.
“Ask for it,” I growled at her.
“Please, Master, I-”
Before she could finish her sentence, I was inside her, pumping my cock into that dripping cunt so fast I thought I’d come in seconds. She was moaning in time to my thrusts, but I needed to slow down before I emptied my cock inside her prematurely. I slowed my pace down to steady, slow thrusts, and she came apart beneath me. Her moans were the soundtrack of our love, the little whimpers escaping her lips making me harder than I’d ever been.
“Kain,” she begged. “I need it faster.”
“You don’t get it faster,” I growled at her. “I’m going to torture you like this for however long I want. You don’t mind, do you, dolly? I think you fucking love it. You love being tortured by your Master. Say it.”
“I do,” she whimpered. “I love it, Master, I love it when you torture me.”
I kept driving into her, feeling her soaked walls accepting me into her tightness, desperately wrapping around my cock and milking it for all its worth.
I could have kept going like that for hours, and I fully intended to.
“May I come, Master?” Ophelia whispered, making me throb inside her cunt. “I really need to, I don’t know if I can take any more.”
“No,” I growled in response. “We only come together. Tonight, you’ll only come once. With me, dolly.”
She whimpered in protest but my warning gaze shut her up. I kept fucking her, pulling out just enough so I could position the candle above her cunt.
“Don’t,” she whispered.
I grinned wickedly, watching the candle drip slowly all over her pussy lips. She hissed when the wax hit her, and I lived for the sound. Fear mixing with pleasure, desire found in the most terrifying moments. This was why she was mine, and why I was never letting go of her. She belonged to my cock. She belonged to me. I would never let her leave, and knowing Ophelia, she’d have to be dragged off before she came to the decision hers
elf.
I fucked her for an eternity, until her breathing became ragged and she nearly lost her voice from the begging. I indulged her, loving the way those sweet words spilled from her lips, begging for so much more than I would give her. She'd come alright. She'd come when I was good and fucking ready.
I kept driving into her, feeling her tight cunt grip my cock like it was the last thing she’d ever do. I loved it. Her submission was divine, her need to service my cock making me throb to the point I thought I’d have no choice in spilling my seed in her tightness.
“We’re going to come now, dolly," I growled at her. “Come on, milk my cock. I want to fill you the fuck up.”
She moaned, coming alive beneath me and tightening her pussy to a dangerous grip. I groaned, knowing just how close I was. I blew out the candle, tossing it to the ground and assaulting her wax-covered body with my mouth. My hands went to her ass, gently lifting her off the table so I could have better access.
“Take it, dolly," I growled in her ear. “Take all of my fucking seed."
“Yes, Master!” she cried out. “So good, it feels so fucking good when you torture me... Fuck!”
Her body spasmed as she came, gripping me with that cunt until every last drop of my jizz was milked out of my cock, running into her tight channel and filling her up like she so desperately wanted.
I lay on top of her after we were done, tempted to leave my cock in her cunt, keeping her tied to the table for as long as I fucking wanted. She started giggling.
“What?” I grinned at her.
“Nothing,” she whispered. “I love you. I love you so much, Master. Never leave me.”
“Never,” I promised her, pulling out and making her gasp as my cum spilled out of her sore pussy. “You’ll always be with me, dolly. I've marked you as mine now...”
“You did that a long time ago,” she grinned. “You did that the moment you took me, Master.”
“I knew you belonged with me," I shrugged. “Can you blame me for taking what was supposed to be mine all along?”
“No,” she whispered. “I can’t blame you at all..."
Epilogue
Ophelia
5 years later
The rocking chair was cracking against the wood of the porch as I kept rocking it. Forward, back. Forward, back. The soothing motion never failed to calm me down.
I saw them approaching from the distance, and got up, smoothing down my dress and waving at them as they came toward me.
“Ophelia!”
My sister ran up to me and I grinned at her, pulling her in for a tight hug. She’d filled out over the years, and now she was practically all grown up. She was so beautiful, intelligent and sharp. Her beauty shocked me sometimes, reminding me so much of our mother it made me blink away tears on multiple occasions.
“How was your hike?” I asked her, and she launched into an explanation of everything she’d seen and done.
Kain walked up behind her, smirking when he saw us, and leaving a kiss against my cheek.
“I have a surprise for you later,” he whispered in my ear, and my skin prickled with excitement at the thought.
Vlada and I sat down on the porch and she told me all about their day. The hikes were something they only did together, and I never butted in on their private time.
I loved Kain’s relationship with my sister. It wasn’t quite fatherly, but more akin to an uncle and niece. He took care of her, of both of us. He always made sure we didn’t want for anything.
I was grateful to him for the life he’d given us, and I only hoped he was happy with the future we’d built together. The house we lived in now was on a huge piece of land. We had horses, plenty of them. He’d left behind his old life and found himself in a completely new world, and so had I. I had never thought I’d be able to feel at peace in a place like this, but this was where I’d found my happy ending.
With Vlada growing up, I knew we’d lose her soon enough. But there was something I needed to tell Kain about, and I was terrified of his reaction.
We’d been told time and time again we’d never be able to have children. What Kain’s father had done to his son ensured he had a less than one percent chance of ever conceiving naturally. We’d tried things over the years, but it was all money down the drain, all procedures and needles and horrible side effects of medication that never did anything to help.
But now, there was more than just that distant hope of maybe having a child when medical procedures improved.
Now, there was a miracle growing in my belly.
Vlada excused herself about an hour later, telling me she needed to shower and get ready for our family dinner. I kissed her cheek, and she left me sitting on the porch, her eyes going to my hand resting protectively over my navel.
“Have you told him?” she asked in hushed tones.
“I will today," I told her with a wide grin. “Before dinner, I hope.”
“Good luck.”
Another kiss against my cheek and she was gone.
I let my thoughts and worries preoccupy me, and I almost missed the chirp I’d almost forgotten a long time ago.
My head moved in the direction of the sweet little sound, seeing wings flutter and watching a bird land on my shoulder.
Kain’s hand landed on my other shoulder, gently squeeezing me as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“I got him for you, dolly,” he told me, his voice gentle and sweet. “Just like the one you used to have.”
The bird nestled close to me, making a home of my long black hair. I felt tears in my eyes as Kain pressed his lips to my temples.
“Do you remember, Ophelia?” he asked me, and I nodded, too choked up with emotion to trust myself to speak.
“I remember,” I whispered. “When you took me, I had a bird for the first few years... A bird to spend time with when I got lonely.”
“I wanted you to have another one,” he told me. “He reminded me so much of you.”
“Are his wings clipped?” I asked, gently touching the friendly bird.
“No,” Kain replied. “He was raised by humans since he was a tiny thing, and he appreciates the company.”
“He’s beautiful,” I smiled up at him. “Thank you so much.”
The bird fluttered to life, flying around us in circles and chittering happily. Then, he flew away, and I watched him go.
“Will he come back?” I asked.
“Always,” Kain whispered in my ear, clutching my hand. “He will always come back, you know that, dolly.”
I turned to face him, tears in my eyes as I looked into his.
“Kain, I...”
“Don’t speak,” he said, kneeling before me. “I need to speak first.”
I looked down at him as he took a deep breath, drinking in his features and realizing I’d never stop loving this man. He was as handsome as ever with his floppy dark hair, chiseled features and the faint hint of stubble on his jaw. I was a lucky woman.
“My beautiful dolly,” he finally said. “I want to finally fucking marry you. I want you to be my wife.”
“But-” I started, but he raised his hand to stop me.
“I know we said it didn’t matter,” he went on. “But it does, it matters to me. I want to see my ring on your finger. I want to know you belong to me completely. I want to know you’re mine, now, today, yesterday, every tomorrow we have. So Ophelia Sokolov... will you finally do me the honor and be my beautiful blushing bride?”
“Of course I will,” I whispered, tears sliding down my cheeks as he embraced me.
“Good,” he whispered in my ear. “Because I called a minister. We’re doing this tonight, dolly.”
“What?” I laughed out loud, surprised. “But I don’t have a dress... or shoes...”
“You have it all,” he grinned at me. “I had a little helper, you see.”
Vlada appeared from inside the house beaming with the biggest smile.
“You didn't!” I giggled.
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p; “Oh, we did,” she replied with a big smile. “Now, will you come with me, bride-to-be? We need to get you ready for the big day.”
I got to my feet, feeling shaky and so excited I nearly forgot about my news.
“Wait, Kain," I said in a rush. “I have to tell you something, too.”
“Whatever it is,” he grinned. “It will have to wait until after the wedding. Now go with your sister, wifey. I’m not supposed to see you until later.”
* * *
“You look breathtaking!” Vlada reassured me, and I glanced at the mirror once again.
I did look my best. We’d left my long, straight black hair flowing, falling down my back in silky strands. Vlada had worked some magic with my makeup, and I was wearing Kain’s favorite grapefruit-scented perfume.
The dress they’d picked out couldn't have been more perfect. it was simple, with a lace bardot neckline and bodice, and a flowing silk dress. It was simple and understated, but beautiful in a way that suited me to a T.
Vlada finished the look with a veil and a silver tiara encrusted with diamonds.
“A gift from your friend Ryker Marino,” she told me with a smile.
I touched the tiara, grinning to myself. I hadn’t seen Ryker in years. Last I heard, he was running a black market operation in Europe. Suffice it to say I wouldn’t be wearing the stunning tiara anywhere in public, lest I get arrested.
“You look incredible,” Vlada told me again. “Come on, it’s time to go.”
We left the room together, holding hands. I had a bouquet of grapefruit flowers in my hands, specially flown in just for the wedding. In that moment, I knew I’d found eternal happiness with the man I would love forever. Nothing would change that fact.
I heard gentle music as we came down the stairs, and Vlada grinned at me to reassure me.
“Give me your hand,” she said, and I intertwined my fingers with hers. “Deep breaths, O. You’ll be okay.”
We started walking outside, and I gasped when I saw what Kain had prepared.
Grapefruit flowers lined the way from the house to the edge of the hill, where an arch was set with a minister and my Master standing below it. The sun was setting behind it, coloring the sky in wondrous colors. It was a sight to behold, and my heart warmed at the sight, knowing I had everything I could have ever asked for right there, in front of me.