In between implements, he surprised me with the heat of his mouth. I screamed when he sucked my nipple into his mouth, not expecting the touch, or my body’s reaction. I arched into him, pressing against his mouth, needy and aching for more. He deepened the suction on my nipple, drawing out a deep soulful moan from my lips. I jerked in my restraints as his hand moved over my belly and settled over my mound.
Without warning, he pressed his finger to my clit and I let out an agonized scream. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves then dipped between my thighs, finding the wetness of my slit. A single thrust and he was inside.
My heart beat too fast. My breaths came too fast. I couldn’t help but breathe him in. His rich scent of spice and musk intoxicated my senses as his body enveloped me with an explosion of erotic need. Coiling inside of me, tension demanded release. I panted against my bonds and gasped as his fingers crooked forward. Unintelligible sounds spilled from my throat.
“My sweet Raven.” He stroked in and out, firing up all the nerves, until I writhed beneath him, moaning and begging for more. “I take what I want, and give you what you need. You’re powerless to stop me. Your submission is my drug, just as the power I hold over you is yours.”
My climax swelled and I felt like I was going to explode.
His thumb swirled around my clit, and I prayed he wouldn’t stop. My release was only a few strokes away. It was an inevitability. His fingers crooked up and continued to stimulate my g-spot. I cried out as he brought me to the brink and held me on the edge.
“Pleasure is your drug, but pain is mine. We’re two sides of the same coin: Yin and Yang, hard and soft, strong and weak. We’re the knife’s edge when pain becomes pleasure.” Another stroke kept me hovering on the edge of bliss. He branded me with desire. His voice trickled power down my spine and turned me to ash with a whisper of truth. He gripped my throat, establishing his dominance, and squeezed, stealing my ability to breathe. My mind went wild, trapped between two disparate sensations; pleasure mixed with pain.
My mind swam in vicious circles, my thoughts stumbling and drowning, no longer eager for release. He stroked me, enflamed me, and I caved beneath his power. He controlled my body, choking off my air, as he stroked me to climax.
“Come for me slave,” he said with a whisper.
I gave in to his power and surrendered to his control. I couldn’t stop myself. With a flick of his thumb against my clit, he sent me tumbling over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and my world splintered into a million pieces. My pussy clenched around his fingers, my heat pulsing against him as I cried out. He ripped off the hood and captured my screams with his mouth. His lips embraced mine, taking my cries into his lungs. He devoured me and released his grip on my throat.
“Imagine what it will feel like with my cock inside you.” He brushed my lips with his. “I can’t wait to bury myself deep into your wet heat.”
I gasped as he forced me to look him in the eyes, because I wanted that too. I wanted everything this man promised.
He ran his fingers up and down my slit, plunging in deep. Another orgasm began to build. The inevitability of it flared to life under the command of his hand. His finger stroked and I crested, a barreling flurry of sensations crashing toward me. I gasped as his finger breached my barriers, slipping between my folds. He stroked my sensitive nub with his thumb, stimulating my clit, while his fingers curled within me and brought a moan to my lips.
But then he pulled his fingers out and lifted his body from mine. I gasped with the loss of him.
He gave me a smirk as he undid the restraints holding me in place. He took three things out of his pocket and placed them on the table as I quivered beside him.
“Do you know what day it is, my sweet Raven?”
“No, Master.” I’d lost track of what day it was weeks ago.
He huffed a low laugh. “It’s Friday. Our first weekend together. I think Xavier and Raven need some time to get to know one another. Master and slave will wait.
“Xavier,” I looked deep into his eyes and met the fierceness of his love. I had given myself to a master and found the heart of a man.
“My sweet Raven, it’s time I take you to bed.”
I understood nothing about this new life, but then again, I understood it all. He had no choice in taking me and saved me from a much worse fate. After everything we’d been through, he needed to know this was what I truly wanted. What he needed, and what he would take from me, made me shiver with the most delicious anticipation. In setting me free, I had found a new home.
Epilogue
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The last rays of Sunday’s sun spread across the horizon. We were out on the water, beyond the breakwater getting ready to dive the reef wall. Tomorrow, Xavier and Raven would once again become Master and slave, but for now, he was simply the man I’d grown to love.
Xavier held my tank while I put on my scuba gear. The dive boat rocked beneath my feet and I moved with the swells using my legs to keep my balance. This would be our last dive of the day and I couldn’t help but be excited.
Anticipation thrummed in my veins as the sun sank beneath the horizon. We would be doing a night dive and I couldn’t wait to show Xavier where I’d found the colony of basket stars. They only came out at night and were stunning to watch as they unfurled their multitude of arms and formed a basket of living lace.
While I finished adjusting my gear, Xavier slipped into his scuba gear. Bay sat at the helm with Chad beside him. They would mind the boat while we dove below. My previous guards spent much less time guarding me than in the past. I adhered to the stringent rules set forth by my master—mostly. They still watched over me, four overly protective men who’d become obnoxious older brothers to me.
While Bay and Chad weren’t joining us on this dive, Ben and Mel would be diving with us. They readied themselves on the other side of the boat, completing their buddy checks as I strapped the canister of my high-intensity dive light to my waist. A cord snaked from the black metal tube to the back of my wrist where halogen lights would turn night into day below the waves. I secured the support for the lamp around my wrist. We had a few minutes before our dive. The basket stars only came out after the sun went down.
Xavier turned to me and we did our buddy check. The last rays of the sun lit his face, turning hard lines into a canvas of warmth and love. He smiled, an easy expression reserved solely for me. These weekends were special to us both and I was beginning to think he looked forward to them as much as I did. He always planned special surprises, although I’d told him this weekend would be mine to plan.
Tomorrow, my master would stand before me, hard and unyielding, terrifying and utterly devastating. I yearned to bend beneath his mastery, but cherished what remained of this day. For a few more hours, it was just me and Xavier, the man who’d stolen my heart. Tomorrow would bring back the roles which defined us.
With our buddy check complete we took our seats while I gave the pre-dive briefing and described our depth, time, and general route for the sixty-minute dive. We wore doubles and bailout tanks and planned for a decompression dive.
“Your excitement is infectious, my sweet Raven.” Xavier gripped my hand and gave it a squeeze.
If we weren’t wearing nearly two-thirds our body weight in gear, he would’ve leaned over and kissed me. As it was, the rocking of the boat made that an unwise endeavor. I still had yet to strap in my side mount tank. Chad would hand that to me once I was in the water. We did one last safety check of our gear, then settled in while Bay drove us over our insertion point.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know they were here.” My leg bounced with restless energy.
Bay, Chad and I had found the colony weeks ago. Now that they were no longer charged with guarding me, the three of us had bonded over a mutual love of diving. I spent much less time with Ben and Mel. Their roles in Xavier’s operation kept them busy most of the day, but they too enjoyed diving. They suppressed their eagern
ess for what we’d found. Neither of them had seen basket stars. They checked their dive computers, watching the time. If we went in too early, our dive would end before the basket stars emerged for a night of feeding on plankton.
“Unlike my adventurous Raven, I don’t have as much time to explore these waters.” Xavier squeezed my hand. The solid connection bound us together. Even through the thickness of my neoprene gloves, his touch excited me and set my heart pounding.
He was right. The boredom I’d experienced in that tiny room hadn’t been as much by design as necessity. Running a slave operation took up most of Xavier’s time. It no longer turned my stomach, thinking about what he did. Not all the slaves who moved through his channels could be saved, but he freed dozens each month, funneling them through an operation he’d built over a decade.
My stomach churned because the pace of things had stepped up with the intelligence we pulled from my father’s computer. Xavier involved me where he could, and I worked with Mr. Summers to track down a ghost. I’d found proof of John Snowden’s existence, finding Snowden’s base of operations had been another matter. But, I’d done it. We had the final piece to the puzzle and Mr. Summers was in the process of activating his team. Xavier planned on moving his pieces of the puzzle into play beginning tomorrow and I wanted to be by his side.
“Xavier…” I leaned toward him, hoping to plead my case one last time. “It doesn’t make sense that I not go.”
“We’re not discussing this, sl—Raven.”
He’d nearly slipped and called me slave. I walked a dangerous line pushing him, but I was right in this. The meeting scheduled for later this week would have both my father and Snowden in attendance. It would look off if Xavier didn’t have his newest slave by his side. Xavier refused because he didn’t want to subject me to the degradation which would be necessary. I disagreed. With Xavier by my side, I had nothing to fear. That, he said, was the problem. I should fear him. My father would expect to see me broken.
“But—” I had only a few hours left to plead my case. Once the sun rose in the morning, I would again be his slave, yielding to his authority and unable to defy his command to remain silent on this matter.
“Raven,” he said, “don’t push. You’ve said your piece and I’ve said mine. You’re not going.”
For now, I wouldn’t force the issue. Our weekends without titles, rules, and consequence meant too much to me to jeopardize by pushing limits I should otherwise respect, but I wasn’t done. I would hold my tongue for now. If he was going to walk into the lion’s den, there would be no way I wouldn’t be by his side.
“Time,” Mel pronounced. “You two ready?”
Xavier took to his feet and braced against the rocking of the boat. He gave me a hand up and a penetrating stare. “I sense a tough week ahead of you, if you don’t put this issue to rest.”
He meant every word. Xavier’s love for me didn’t mean he stayed his hand, quite the opposite occurred instead. My defiance enflamed his desires. He was a sadist after all, and I was finding how much I truly completed his other half. My wetsuit covered the bruises and marks, but I felt the burn left behind.
I gave him a wink. “I would expect nothing less, but you know I’m right. And, I’m coming with you.”
Shock rippled across his face, but I didn’t give him time to yell at my defiance. With a giant step off the back platform of the boat, I plunged beneath the dark waters. While we dove, Xavier was effectively silenced. Our conversation would continue, no doubt in the morning, but I was prepared to fight and win. I was learning a thing or two about the man I loved. He loved me fiercely, but I loved him more.
Xavier joined me a moment later, and from the look in his eyes, this would be a conversation we continued tomorrow. Draped over his knee, or tied to the cross, I would endure whatever punishment he devised, but there was no way my master would walk into danger without me by his side.
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