Goddess
R.J. Castille
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DEDICATION
For those that believed in me, and for those that answered my unending questions All those years ago.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
A special thanks to M.T. Salazar and Erica Bankston Stokes for your review and valuable input.
Cover Photo by: Rebekah Jones
AWARDS AND NOMINATIONS
2016 Drunken Druid Award – 1st Place
2017 Golden Flogger Nominee
2017 Authors Talk About It Award Nominee
DISCLAIMER
This work contains graphic, sexual content Intended for Adult Readers only. The adult, fictional characters engage in consensual sex and occasionally use explicit language that may be offensive to some. Discretion is advised.
The people and places of this work are a figment of the imagination of R.J. Castille. Perception of their resemblance to anyone in reality is unintentional.
Please do not try any sexual practice in the scope of BDSM, Fetish or Kink without the guidance of an experienced professional. Author is not responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from the use of the information contained in any of her titles.
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“Call me Goddess.” A gentle reminder.
He knelt before me, a perfect specimen of a man. Ready to do my bidding. I have but to ask. This thought was pleasing to me as I gazed down at his face. Matthew, my pet and my dedicated servant, pledged to serve me for the last three years. Eager to please, and obedient. A smiled danced across my lips as I reached my hand out to touch him.
My fingers brushed his caramel colored skin and I heard him draw in a deep breath through his teeth. He was hot to the touch and I could feel his muscles trembling as I raked my fingernails across his shoulders and down his back, leaving behind my mark. He did not move as I ran my fingers through his hair, dark curls that fell perfectly around his face. A moan escaped his lips when I grabbed hold of his mane and yanked his head backward, forcing him to look up at me. His eyes closed instantly to avoid my gaze.
“Yes, my Goddess,” his response was almost a whisper. I smiled as I touched his flesh and goose pimples formed instantly. His breath quickened as I ran my hand down his chest, tugging at the soft hair that is displayed proudly across his pectoral muscles. I allowed my fingers to trace a path down the center of his abdomen, where his muscles meet, forming a delicious landscape that continues past his waist.
My eyes fell upon his glorious erection, begging for my touch. He winced slightly when I used my hand to slap his cock, making it bob from side to side. A comical sight that made me chuckle out loud. Holding his breath, he struggled to remain still. A shudder coursed through him when I wrapped my fingers around him, slowly stroking him. Soft moans escaped his lips as I continued my rhythm, torturously slow. I felt his excitement growing as his rigidity gave way to the slow spasms of a man just before his release. I liberated him from my grasp and he groaned loudly in disappointment.
“You may look at me,” I stated flatly. It wasn’t a request.
Matthew’s eyes fluttered and then opened slowly to meet my expectant gaze. Soft, blue eyes. A tropical ocean begging me to swim into their depths. I ran my hand down the side of his face, as he looked up at me. I could sense his longing and see it in his eyes. He was breathing slow and deep, concentration etched across his face. Like a small child with their favorite plaything I felt the excitement building inside me. I took a deep breath and stepped back from him, admiring the view. From behind the veil of my hand-crafted, leather mask, I took in the remarkable sight that is Matthew.
He was tall, even kneeling down, his height was unmistakable. His skin glimmered with a thin layer of sweat, reflecting the warm glow of the dim lighting in the room. Flickering candlelight cast shadows that danced across his body. All his muscles were strained from the position I placed him in, but he was displayed marvelously. Matthew was kneeling on a red velvet pillow in the center of my chamber. His hands were planted firmly behind his head, elbows straight out, fingers laced together behind his neck. His head was held high as he struggled to keep his back straight. Strong arms framed his beautiful face and I sighed audibly to myself. Strength and beauty. It should be illegal for one man to house so much magnificence .
Part of me wanted to have him right then, badly. The familiar warmth coursed deep inside me straight to my groin where it lingered. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts and renew my concentration, I regained control of my desire. I watched him breath. It was hypnotic.
I walked around him slowly. To his right was a long, dark console table and I made my way to it. I could see him attempting to look over at me without turning his head. Eyes forward young man .
The table is made of hand-carved wood, stained a dark crimson color, topped with a leather surface. Brass tacks secure the polished, black hide at intervals around the edge of the table. Lined up on the top of the table were my instruments, meticulously laid out facing the same direction and evenly spaced. I caressed several of my playthings with my hand. A large bamboo paddle with Celtic knots carved meticulously in a delicate pattern around the edges. Plated leather adorns a handsomely fashioned flog with nine individual leather straps attached to a curved handle. The candlelight gleamed off a pair of fur-lined handcuffs, casting light on several other items of interest: a pair of petite leather gloves with sheepskin covering the palm; a set of forbidding nipple clamps held together by a length of chain; a long, thin cane wrapped tightly in leather that makes its way down the length to a loop designed to fit securely over my wrist. My fingertips trailed affectionately along the handle of my favorite: my riding crop.
Wrapping my hand around the rubber grip, I lifted it off the table gently and turned my attention to Matthew. As I walked toward him, I saw his breathing quicken in anticipation. This pleased me and I could not help but smile.
Using the leather-tipped end of the crop, I traced along his skin delicately. His head bowed slightly as I ran it down between his shoulder blades along his spine. Teasing his flesh with the tip with quick flicks across his backside, I watched his face. I could tell he was anxious and trying to guess when my first strike would come. I smiled wickedly, still tapping lightly down the back of his thighs to his strong calves, being careful to maintain my methodical pace. To cover every inch of his exquisite form. Matthew’s chest heaved slightly with each breath, and he moaned quietly behind closed lips .
Tap, tap, tap.
“What’s wrong, my pet?” I question. His face had the appeara
nce of someone who was waiting earnestly for a great reward that never seemed to arrive. “Do you not enjoy my attentions?”
“Yes, my Goddess,” he breathed.
“Are you not my most treasured plaything?” I was teasing him now. Frustration worked its way across his face as I continued to prime his flesh with my crop. I smiled because I was in complete control of this marvelous creature. He was mine to do with what I wished. My pet.
“Yes, my Goddess,” his voice began to waver and I knew he was ready.
As the crop arched through the air, a distinct whizzing sound filled the room. I landed my mark with precision and followed through leaving behind a large, triangle shaped welt on the soft skin on the back of his thigh. Fascinated, I watched as the mark turned a dark pink color, rising quickly. I struck him again on the other thigh, giving him another, equally impressive mark. He sucked air in quickly through his clenched teeth each time I rendered another blow, but remained still. A warm flush spread across his beautiful face and small sweat beads formed on his upper lip. The punishment continued each strike a little harder than the last, until he was covered from the derrière down the backside of his thighs with magnificent markings. It was truly a work of art. His breath was coming in sharp gasps, Matthew was visibly shaken.
“Am I not merciful, my pet?” I implored, brushing his skin with my hand. Matthew winced slightly with each stroke. I knew what the answer will be, but I wanted to hear the words drip like honey from his plump lips.
“Yes, my Goddess,” he was still trying to catch his breath. It poured from his mouth. I found myself staring at his lips as he formed the words, longing to feel them on my body. I quickly regained my composure and carried on with my work.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of leather on skin. I worked around to the front of his body. Facing him directly, I used the crop to tease his nipples which responded delightfully to the touch. With a flick of my wrist, I slapped one side and then the other. Matthew tensed his muscles and sucked in a deep breath. His face tightened and I watched him bite down on his lip, groaning loudly before he could stop himself. I shook my head slowly, clicking my tongue at him in disappointment. In response to his inability to control his outburst, I struck him again with the crop, slapping it hard against the tender skin of his inner thigh. His jaw clenched, the tension apparent in his neck and shoulders. Quickly I struck him several more times moving back and forth between both legs. My final two blows found their way to his perfect phallus, rising proudly from his groin.
Matthew shuddered uncontrollably as he struggled to regain control.
Delicately I traced the marks left behind on his skin with my fingers. The texture of his flesh filled me with a flood of mixed emotions. Pride, sympathy, desire. The latter being the most overwhelming of them all. I decided that I would indulge myself.
“Control those outbursts, my pet; I will not hesitate to punish you further. Do you understand?” I looked down at him. I could see the disappointment on his face. His brows furrowed as he responds meekly.
“Yes, Goddess.”
Setting down my beloved crop, I reached out and placed my hands on both sides of his face. Pulling his head toward me, I buried my face in his hair and inhaled deeply. The warm smell of patchouli oil filled my nostrils. Heavenly.
Letting go of his face, I ran my hands down his shoulders to his firm chest. His muscles quivered beneath my touch. I caressed him lovingly, petting his flawless skin with the palm of my hand. His breath caught as my hand continued down and found his awaiting erection. Soft skin, the feel of velvet, stretched around unyielding solidity. With fervor, I rubbed his length with my hand. I squeezed slightly as my hand moved back up to the tip. Taking a moment, I teased the tip with my thumb in small circular movements. My hand worked with precision as I stroked his shaft repeatedly. Matthew’s breathing quickened, chest heaving. He was almost at his peak when I suddenly stopped, letting his eagerness subside. Backing up slowly, I gestured for him to follow me .
As I lowered myself onto the king-size bed on the far wall of my chambers, my eyes meet his. He crawled toward me. My hunger for him whipped into a frenzy, almost consuming me.
Matthew reached the edge of the bed and resumed his compliant position. Head up, shoulders and elbows back. Hands clasped behind his neck. His eyes burned with desire as I patiently allowed him to settle into his place before me. With a slight gesture of my hand, I gave him permission to sit back on his heels. An audible sigh of relief.
“I want you to pleasure me, my pet,” I stared into his dark features, drinking in his beauty. Upon saying these words out loud, my body clenched with desire. An intense longing pulling from deep within. Electricity formed between us, a familiar draw that endeared me to Matthew. I rarely felt as enticed by one of my submissives, but Matthew responded so well to my demands, without apprehension or question. It truly intrigued me.
“If you please me well enough, I will allow you to have your release.” He looked at me, begging with his eyes to give myself to him. I had no doubt he would fulfill my expectations. Matthew was very attentive to my yearning, never to disappoint.
“Yes, my Goddess,” he breathed, low enough to be a whisper. The tone in his voice reflecting his hunger for me. “Please.” I felt a devious smile spread across my lips. Trying not to appear anxious, I lay back on the bed, propping myself up onto my elbows so I could look down at him. He was awaiting my command with earnest.
I turned my hand over and gestured for him to come claim his reward with my fingers. He scooted toward me, staying on his knees. I felt his breath upon my skin as he leaned forward and began kissing my thigh. Starting at the knee, Matthew trailed soft, tender kisses along my inner thigh toward my waiting desire. His breath teased me as he moved slowly, with purpose, then to the other side, repeating the process. My breath began to come faster as he hovered above my most sacred place. I feel his breath on me through my black lace panties and my heartbeat quicken. Matthew used his nose to tease my clitoris with the barrier still in place. An instant flood. Tracing a circular pattern around and dipping down, pressing into my sex with his chin. He looked up at me, begging for permission with his eyes.
Nodding slowly, I lifted my hips up off of the mattress, allowing Matthew to hook his fingers around my panties and peel them down, revealing the treasure beneath. Shaved smooth, my tight, pink vulva were swollen with desire. A small smile turned the corners of his mouth up as he licked his lips feverishly. He used his hand to caress my folds, trailing his fingers nimbly across my clitoris. I moaned out loud as he plunged his fingers inside me, stroking me from within. A slow, methodical rhythm I matched with my pelvis. I watched as his fingers slid in and out of me, my fluids coating his fingers with inspiration. With his thumb, he reached up and pressed down on my clitoris, making my nerve endings sing with ecstasy.
Suddenly, he bent down and took me into his mouth. Sucking gently as he ran his tongue along its length, then tracing circular patterns around the tip. I shuddered beneath his touch. His fingers still stroking me from the inside, Matthew continued to suck and lick my sex until I felt it would explode in flurry of flesh and desire. He was careful not to speed up, to maintain his measured tempo, as I would.
I looked down at him and noticed he was staring straight at me. His eyes smoldering with the desire to watch me climax. As I looked into his eyes, I felt my body respond to Matthew, opening up to devour him. His hand reached up and caresses my breast firmly, teasing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. This sent a streak of pleasure straight down to my loins, releasing spurts of liquid desire. Matthew licked it up greedily and returned the favor by pinching down firmly on the hardened tissue of my nipple before he moved on and repeated the process on the other side.
I let out an ecstatic cry as he sucked hard on my clitoris, flicking his tongue quickly around the tip until I was liberated. My orgasm pulling from all my limbs inward, down low toward my belly immersed me in waves of pleasure that climaxed into
a shattering release of energy. All my muscles contracted together, my back arching, pressing my sex hard onto his face. I felt my hand reach out and grab the back of his head, grasping a fistful of his dark hair, I cried out in pleasure. He was not finished.
Matthew quickly sped up his rhythmic massage. Long fingers hooked around from behind, pressing firmly on the special spot deep inside me. I gasped as I was rocked with another orgasm. Hard and intense. Consuming me. Shaking wildly, my muscles gave and my body collapsed onto the bed. I could move, my body was paralyzed. Vaguely, I could hear him breathing heavily as the ringing in my ears subsided and I swam back to the surface of reality.
The sheepish look I encountered was amusing. Smiling at me, Matthew was stroking my skin. A loving touch that brought me back to the moment. I concentrated on the sensation his fingers left on my skin. A slight tingling that reminded me I am human after all.
Without a word, I eased myself up to a sitting position. I was still reeling, trying to get my breathing under control. I put my hand out and touched his shoulder, partially to steady myself. Matthew, as dutifully as ever, returned to his position. Sitting back on his heels, he returned my gaze. Blue flames danced behind dark features, burning through me. A hint of a smile played at the corner of his lips.
Without hesitation, I reached out and find his eager cock with my hand. Matthew shivered as I wrapped it into my grasp and squeezed gently as I ran my hand up and down his shaft. A seductive milking motion. There were still marks on the surface from my earlier assault, exciting me further. His breathing quickened as I continued my pace and I resolved to give him what he needed. He had earned it.
Sinking to my knees before him, I instructed him to stand in front of me. He obeyed immediately, his groin rising to meet my gaze. I watched him as he placed his hands back behind his neck, flexing his glorious muscles as he did so. My eyes fell to his engorged phallus. Angry red desire returned my stare. I used my hand to fondle him rhythmically as I closed my mouth around the tip, teasing him with my tongue. With my free hand, I reached around and began massaging his scrotum. As I took him into my mouth, I felt his girth stretching my throat. Matthew groaned behind pursed lips as I pulled back, sucking harder and twirling my tongue around his shaft. The feeling of power flooded through me. The realization that his pleasure was at my will.
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