The forest watched my hand delve between my thighs. I loved masturbating. It was the only time I ever felt good. I knew how to work my pussy into the most amazing tidal waves without ever putting my fingers inside of my sex.
But things were different now. I was sore and crazy horny. I wanted to cum as badly as I wanted him to make me. I tried to slow myself down, wetting my fingers with my excitement and rubbing them over my clit in slow circles. I didn’t touch my pussy until I was panting. I carefully inserted one finger, finding it felt way better than I thought it would, almost like I was massaging and working out my sore muscles. I put in another finger, pushing into my wet tightness.
I fingered myself almost to the point of madness, rotating to lie on my stomach to bob my hips up and down on my fingers. The slight soreness heightened my pleasure. I knew when he came up here the pain would get worse, and the pleasure would rip me apart like it had the night before.
When my belly filled with heat and my brain fogged, I stopped, rolling back onto my back and waiting for him while I panted in the dark. He seemed to take forever. Drawing out my hunger, my madness.
Finally, when I thought I’d go insane, I heard him. He dropped a tube of gel lubricant onto the bed and picked up the condom, sheathing his hard cock in the dark. He looked like a dark angel rimmed in all those shadows and muscles.
I was an offering for my angel of darkness. Spread, wet, and waiting for him to drench me in his shadows.
He squeezed a long line of lube onto his cock and stroked himself, saturating his entire cock with it, which only meant one thing. Slow would get me deep.
And deep would get me all of him.
He walked over and yanked a piece of fabric off his dresser. My pajama shorts, I realized, watching him wipe the lube off his hand with a sneer. He tossed it aside and came for me.
“I will go slow.” He lay on top of me the way he took my virginity. He put his hands on either side of my head and held his weight up, settling between my thighs. “If you want it slower, dig your nails into my shoulder blades. If you want it deeper, dig your nails into my lower back. If you want it faster, lift your knees. You can cum as much as you want, no limits. Rubbing your clit when it hurts the most will help keep you wet and your cunt ready. You think you can remember that all?”
I kissed his inner wrist near my head and mewled in response.
“Is that a yes? I need to know that you understand.”
“Nails in shoulder blades if I want it slower. Nails in lower back if I want your cock deeper, and I’ll lift my knees when I want you to go faster.”
“Good girl.”
He eased the tip of his cock into my tender hole. The small stretch was divine. He dropped to his elbows and put his face closer, capturing my lips in a deep ravenous kiss.
That’s why he gave me cues. He was going to kiss the pain away. I rested my hands on his lower back, digging my nails into him. He gave me what I asked for as he kissed me into submission. His cock slid in deeper, creating such a sweet, painful burn I knew an orgasm was around the corner after teasing myself earlier. I dug deeper, moaning into his mouth as I took more of him.
Lust did what it always did to me. It drenched me in its dark glowing flames. I lifted my legs for him to go faster and dug my nails for deeper. His kiss deepened as well, his tongue confusing me as his huge cock stretched my soreness. He increased the speed of his hips, pulling out what he’d given me and sliding deeper when I asked for it. I lifted my knees higher.
It was frustrating having to relay everything physically. I couldn’t break this kiss. Not when my heart was so deeply attached to it.
I lifted my legs as high as they would go and dug my nails deeply into his lower back; I felt the wet smear of his blood beneath my nails. He growled into my mouth, but only gave me what I wanted in the moment. Not what I was begging for.
I didn’t understand why he was doing this to me until he got as deep as my torn hymen. The pain began to win out over the delicious stretching sensation I’d been lost in moments before. I clung to his kiss and brought my hands to his shoulder and dropped my knees so my feet were back on the bed. His hips slowed, but he did not pull out.
I had to take him all.
“Can I see?” I asked when he pulled his tongue out to slide it across my bottom lip. He plunged it back into me, the sweat on his back soaking my palms. Our bodies were slippery where we touched, dampened as we both held ourselves back. “Please,” I begged, gasping for breath when he did it again, lapping at my full swollen kissed bottom lip. He plunged his tongue back in, torturing me the only way he knew how.
With pain and pleasure.
Growling into his mouth, I moved my hands back down to his lower back, wanting more of him now that he’d calmed my pain. I kissed him back harder, sucking at his tongue when he went to tease me with it. I bit down on it and lifted my knees, wanting it deep and hard.
He gave it to me. A deep, hard pounding until I was unable to stand it. My nails went to his shoulders. He stilled, returning to my kiss.
“Shh,” he cooed, when I tore my lips free to whimper. “I’m almost there. Just a few more inches.”
“Let me see.”
He lifted and reached over, pulling out most of the way to turn on the bedside lamp. “On your elbows.”
I did so, watching and feeling him delve deeply into my pussy. My eyes wanted to roll into the back of my head at the sight, but he was so incredibly large, my body tensed. The tenseness brought more pain. I grabbed his forearm and pushed him off. “No more.”
“Lie down,” he ordered softly, sliding almost all the way out of me. “You want me to stop?” His body was corded in rigid muscle and restraint. He’d been holding himself back this whole time, only giving me what I could take. His tenderness made me want so badly to keep him where he was. Inside of me.
“No. I want to take all of you.” The frustration in my voice earned a deep chuckle from him. In the amber light of the lamp, he was so sexy. So much man on top of me, abs clenched as he kept the tip of his cock in my entrance. I felt so safe and wanted. I ran my hands up and down his abs. He seemed to be waiting for something. When I met his eyes, he swallowed hard.
“When’s your next period?”
“I’m not really in the right place right now to count days and cycles, Jaxon.” I reached around and dug my nails into his lower back.
He glared disapprovingly and unwound from my hold and sat back on his heels. He tore the condom off and set it across my breasts, stroking his thick cock in his fist from the tip to the base, pumping himself right in front of me. “Count. If I know, I want to feel your tight cunt gripping my cock raw. Skin to skin. Your juices dripping down my shaft.”
I arched off the bed.
And then did the math sloppily. “I usually get it around the first or second. 8 or nine days.”
“Stroke your clit. You haven’t cum once.” He sounded disappointed.
“Right when I’m about to, it starts to hurt.” I wouldn’t push my limits. Only he would. One could not go past their own comfort zone. It wasn’t possible. Instincts kept us in our own box. Monsters helped show us who we were.
“Your ambitious. That’s all. In bed and in life. Clit,” he reminded me.
It was surprisingly unexcited. I met his eyes guiltily. Even he looked bored.
We both knew why.
His eyes turned to gleaming darkness and he stood up. He turned off the light, tossed the condom on the floor. He went into his closet and returned with a bundle of black ropes. My clit pulsed at the sight of it and I moaned, rubbing my pussy faster, alive the moment my Master took over.
I wanted orders.
He wanted control.
He said nothing as he fastened the ropes around his ornate metal bedframe, letting me to massage my clit. My orgasm was coming. I rolled over and crawled to him, lying in front of him while he did the ropes with my legs in the air to fit. I wanted him to see me orgasm.
See my madn
ess.
He watched my pussy as I rubbed myself hectically. I felt naughty and bad as my excitement exploded, soaking into his sheets.
When I calmed, he continued with the ropes. He grabbed my right wrist and bound it, tying it alarmingly fast and efficiently, straddling my stomach to tie my left. He moved down my body and yanked on my ankles hard, stretching my arms above my head painfully.
I moaned. He bound my ankles to the small footboard from one end to the other. I was spread out wide open and bare. His to do what he pleased.
“I feel about regular sex the way I feel about most things in life. I’ll tolerate it. If I must. It makes your master pleased to know you like it rough and dirty like me.”
“I love pleasing you, Master.”
“Thank you for your compliment, Miya, but you’re done talking for the night.” He came at me with the cami Samuel bought me. He stuffed it into my mouth as I watched, on the cusp. He used the thin strings to tie it around my head and flipped the cloth over to cover my nose. “I know what you want. What this virgin cunt wants, don’t I, my sweet Miya?” He grabbed my pussy in his hand roughly, palming me. “It wants my cock to hurt it, doesn’t it?”
My breathing though my nose was magnified thanks to the cami over my nose and my mouth was stuffed with the cloth. I couldn’t nod, so I humped his knee instead, the only part of him I could get to.
My wetness sounded against the hair on his thighs and the rough course hairs tickled my clit. He pressed down on my stomach, stopping me with a dangerous look.
“Once Master took over, that means you lost all your control. Did I say you could use my knee to stroke your pussy on?”
I garbled a, “No, Master.”
He grabbed hold of my breast and pinched my nipple between his index and thumb. I cried out into my cami. But I was already done. The craze of Jaxon Damon took over, and frankly, that little bit of pain wasn’t enough. I wanted another cane on my ass. Another deep rough round of sex like we had last night.
I wanted to earn my pleasure by taking his pain.
He spanked my breast and then leaned close, kissing between my eyes and finding my gaze. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, and for so long, you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
I writhed.
“You want that? Scream into your pathetic gift for yes. You’re going to be screaming all night, anyway.”
I screamed into my gift from Master Samuel.
He fell between my legs and used his elbows to push mine down, completely and utterly controlling me. But I had never been freer. His cock slammed into me so incredibly deep, I felt the rest of my hymen tear. He fucked me so hard, his thighs slapped against mine; there was no space between our bodies. He rocked into me relentlessly, growling in my ear and covering my eyes with his hand. My senses were his, and he controlled them like a master.
Giving myself to him was like finding every single piece I never got to know.
When I came, I had no time to brace myself or close my legs. I came sprawled beneath him. It was the hardest, deepest, most earth-shattering orgasm I had ever had. My body coiled and my pussy clamped down on his cock, making it hurt that much more since he had to fight my tight muscles to fill me back up, making it that much better. My loud wet breaths came through the cami stuffed in my mouth and over my nose, and his growls filled my ears. I loved the sound of his labored uncontrolled breathing.
He was a beast let loose on his princess, and he was doing his best to claw my heart out one deep thrust at a time.
It was the final proof I needed that to exist as this, we had to be this.
There was no normal.
There was no if.
There was only us, and this beautiful shade of darkness.
14.
I lay tied to the bed all night, sleeping fitfully as he lay beside me, curled up against me, his legs thrown over mine, his arm across my stomach. His soft snore kissing my cheek. I was cold and my wrists were sore, not to mention everywhere else. When he woke for work, he didn’t say a word to me. He left me sprawled, tied, and mouth stuffed.
I smiled as best I could, watching him get ready for work. He showered, dressed in a black undershirt and similarly colored jeans. As he stood before me at the foot of the bed, he put on a black dress shirt over it, buttoning his buttons slowly as I lay bare before him. His hair was damp from his shower and glistening with product.
Once dressed, he straddled me.
“Do I need to tell you how I felt about last night? Or will I trust that you know how I feel the way I trust how you feel?” I nodded as best I could. “I’m going to catch a late breakfast on campus, get a coffee, and then spend the next ten hours teaching people lessons I myself find impossible to practice. Before I leave, I’m going to untie you. You wanted last night, so you’ll deal with your pain on your own. Make your master proud. And do not speak to me. If I hear your voice, I’ll call in sick and spend the next ten hours inside of you. I have a mortgage to pay.”
He untied my wrists. I rubbed them as he untied my ankles. I rather liked his house, so I let him grab his briefcase and leave before I got to my feet. Maybe it was fighting my sore with more pain, but I didn’t feel that bad anymore.
I took a long hot shower, shaving and exfoliating my entire body until it was smooth and silky. His shower had everything I needed. I combed my hair out and used his blow dryer, sitting on his bathroom counter naked facing the mirror as I combed and dried my hair. I found a pair of tweezers and plucked my brows until they were shaped. Venturing into his closet, I found it to be as large as half his bedroom. There was an entire wall dedicated to his lifestyle and the other side packed full of male clothes and shoes.
The far wall was full of feminine clothes. Sexy, simple, comfortable—all in my size and all with the tags still on.
I picked the sexiest pair of panties I could find. Light pink, lace, thong and matching bra that plunged so low my cleavage spilled out. I wore only that. I made fried eggs and toast and ate it in the living room, sitting on the floor by the window-walls and staring out at the forest.
At nine in the morning, I was stir-crazy. As much as I appreciated his purchases, I wanted some of my old clothes. Comfortable, worn—me. I was becoming a me I didn’t know, and for the most part I loved this transformation, but having nothing in life to ever ground me, I needed to take some part of me with me along this journey.
And keep her close to my heart.
Plus, I was a submissive. Not a pet.
I dressed in jeans I found in the closet and a white V-neck that looked great on me. Mr. Damon either picked this out himself, or he had a predisposition for my body type. I hadn’t asked if he had a type, the way Samuel seemed to have a thing for curvy pale brunettes. The thought brought me up short. Were these clothes for me? Or just in case? Like the wall of toys he had in his closet? Some of them weren’t even unwrapped. Bundles of black rope still in plastic. Clamps, whips, and vibrators wrapped up tight. I traced a small butt plug in its wrap, squeezing my backside tight in response. It didn’t look frightening. My unease came from not knowing how it would feel. I’d never tried playing with myself back there. I knew without asking that Master wouldn’t like me to start on my own.
After grabbing my cell, and a search for my clutch, I found it with the backpack with the clothes and heels I’d worn to Samuel’s bundled up on the table by the door, as if he’d dropped it there that night and hadn’t gotten to it since. But it was there, right in front of the door. Every time he left or came home, he saw it. He remembered. He liked pain, even emotional, even pain he caused.
As I dialed a cab, I waited on his wooden deck out front, letting the cool forest air kiss my skin. The forest was eerily quiet and refreshing; I took deep pulls of the clean air and stared up at the gray Oregon sky. I’d never gone out of the state before, bouncing from home to home, finding comfort in this northwest state.
After paying the cabbie and heading to my apartment, I exited the eleva
tor and found my door on my floor. I put my key into the lock, only to find my key no longer worked. I frowned, trying it again. Sometimes it got tight in the winter. After a few more tries, I accepted the fact that the locks had been changed. For some reason, my stomach dropped. We’d talked about moving in together, but we hadn’t said anything about it more. Where were all my things? My textbooks? My laptop?
I went down to the landlord’s apartment and knocked, hugging myself as I waited for him to open the door. He was an older man with a black mustache and a thick Grecian accent.
“Miss Reemond,” he said, confused. “Did the movers forget something?”
“The movers?”
“Yeah. Carter Moving Company was here last night. Nice guys. They packed all your things since you were unavailable. You paid out the rest of your lease by automatic deposit. There’s nothing more you need to do. I’ll return your security deposit in 30 days.” He smiled widely, happy no doubt, that I hadn’t skipped out on my lease.
“Oh, well, okay. I wanted to make sure everything was squared away. I guess I should give you this.” I took my key off its chain and gave it to him. “Thank you.”
He kept his smile in place and closed his door, whistling through the other side. I gripped my keys out to where I’d parked my car the afternoon I went out to primp myself for my master. I sat in my car and stared out the window. Jaxon pushed and he pulled, but he pulled far more than he pushed. He was taking me into his life, absorbing me one orgasm at a time. He hadn’t asked, because he had my submission, and he had my answer.
He had my heart.
I took my cell out and studied the intimidating smart phone. There was a text from him in my inbox.
Master: Did you ask permission before you left?
My heart dropped. I texted back slowly.
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