by Lily White
Trailing my lips along her jaw, I could hear her heart pound in her chest. I knew the blood that was rushing through her veins left her lightheaded, barely able to process the sensations of my body against her, the feel of the cold air caressing each part of skin that I didn’t touch. She trembled, the swing slightly rocking as her mind must have struggled to not be short circuited by my continued sexual assault.
After slowly running my hand up her thigh, I played my fingers through the slick skin between her legs while my other hand gripped at her hip.
“I’m going to fuck you, beautiful. I’m going to ignite every nerve-ending in your body, while setting your soul on fire.” Digging my fingers tighter into the sensitive skin of her hip, my tongue licked along my bottom lip when her hips bucked in response. She cried out and I smiled wickedly, enjoying how she’d been rendered completely docile, a mind I already owned and a body waiting to sheath my cock.
I released her only long enough to pull the pants from my body, kicking them across the room before positioning myself in front of her. The tip of my cock rested just over her cunt, the head pressing in barely to breach the tight circle of her opening.
I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head to me so I could place my mouth over her ear. My voice was deep, almost a feral growl when I asked, “Are you ready to be owned?”
Her entire body quivered and her breath was forced from her lungs. As she breathed out, I pushed in slowly, completely filling and stretching her over me. Her jaw opened, her head fell back and the sound that escaped was music to my ears.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking exquisite.” The words fell from my mouth, every muscle along my spine tightening as I refused to completely overtake her before she was ready. When I was in balls deep, when I was completely covered by the rippling heat of her core, I hissed out a frustrated breath as I released her hair and reached down to grip her hips with my hands.
Smiling seductively, I couldn’t wait any longer when I demanded, “Hold on tight, beautiful.”
After pulling out suddenly, I slammed myself back in and her body was lifted higher in the air as a scream erupted from her throat. I fucked her violently, not caring if my hands left bruises or if my cock tore her apart from the inside out. She was too decadent, a rare piece of purity that I’d been allowed to transform for my purposes alone. My hips rotated so that I felt every part of her, but when my name escaped her beautiful lips, I had to slow down, had to remind her that in this place, I was no longer the man she knew from the library. I was now the man who owned her and controlled her every thought.
Releasing her hip, I gripped the thick mane of her hair, twisting it around my hand until her head was pulled back. “I’m your Master, Autumn, and that is the name by which you will refer to me in this place.”
She yelped and then whined. Her hips pushed forward, desperate for my cock to reclaim her; but I shifted back, not allowing her to force me inside. “Say it, beautiful. Tell me who I am to you.”
Her lips parted as her chest heaved with her quick breath and finally, on a breathless whisper, she handed herself over; body, mind and soul.
“Master.”
My eyes closed to hear it, the sound spoken from the most seductive voice I’d ever heard.
I buried myself back inside, absolutely enthralled by the moans that forced themselves up her throat. As I fucked her, she licked her lips, struggling to hold on, but finally letting go again completely, her breasts bouncing in time to the rhythm of my cock.
I watched her entire body tighten and I knew by the hurried movements of the muscles of her core that she was once again approaching the precipice of an impending orgasm. I moved faster, harder, releasing myself inside her and filling her as she broke apart around me. The sounds that came from her mouth didn’t sound human and I growled out my release, bending down to take her breast into my mouth, possessing her fully.
Her body went limp in the swing and I pulled out, looking up to find her sated eyes were closed completely. Running my hand over her cheek, I chuckled. My rabbit was now fully and completely spent.
A few minutes passed as I perused the beauty of her used body. She’d fallen asleep; the mixture of alcohol, fear, and pleasure having wiped her out. Removing her from the swing, I carried her to her room and placed her on the bed. I cleaned her the best I could, dressed her in a t-shirt I’d acquired from my room and pulled the blankets up over her sleeping body.
Before I exited the room, I turned to look at her, wondering how much of the night she would remember.
In all honesty, it didn’t really matter. All I cared about was whether she could still feel me in the morning and I knew after how violently I’d taken her, that she would.
Autumn
My eyes peeled open and I was blinded by the light that flowed in streams through the windows. Even broken apart and diluted by the curtains, it caused my head to pound until I had to grip at my head from the pain.
“Oh god.”
My body was hurting, my knees throbbing and every muscle over my bones tightening to a point of spasm. My head swam with confusion as I desperately tried to remember what I’d done the night before. Bits and pieces came back to me, the wine, Lucas, losing my way on the third floor. I couldn’t remember fully and it was like awakening from a bad dream, the terror still very much alive inside you even when you couldn’t remember what exactly it was that scared you so thoroughly. My eyes burned when I blinked them closed and open again and my bladder screamed for release. Moving my legs to fall over the side of the bed, I felt something else strange about my body. I was stretched and sore to a point where memory flashed through my thoughts and I remembered Lucas taking me over completely.
A chill ran along my spine, but it wasn’t fear. It was thirst. I shook my head at the thought that I’d not only allowed him to fuck me, to use me for what my body could give him, but that I wanted to do it again. It was a foreign feeling and not something I’d felt before. It nagged at me when I considered if I was wrong for having accepted and enjoyed what he did to me.
But there was anger there as well, anger about something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, something I tried desperately to remember, but was unable to touch.
Looking down at myself, I found that I was dressed in an oversized black shirt. When I stood, it dropped down to my knees and when I moved, when the air caught my body as I walked, it pushed up against my face, carrying with it the scent of the man who’d worn this shirt before.
Sandalwood mixed with musk, earthy tones that spoke of masculinity and strength. The faint note of a night blooming flower that warned of the danger and mystery implicit to Lucas.
“Shit.” I couldn’t help my outburst, the thought that I’d fallen so easily into his grasp, that I was nothing more than another woman begging for what he could provide. I wanted to think it was magical, that he’d weaved some sacred spell over me and that it wasn’t my own thoughts that allowed me to want him again.
After relieving myself, I tiptoed out of my bedroom in search of the man who could fill in the missing pieces of what had happened the night before.
I’d knocked on his door several times, but when there was no answer, I walked slowly down the stairs, looking out over the foyer and entryway and not finding the man I was after. I smelled coffee coming from the kitchen and I set out in that direction, only to be met in the hall by a tall blonde who smiled brightly to see me.
“Autumn. How good to see you this morning.” Her bright hazel eyes took in the shirt that I wore and her grin turned mischievous, wicked, as if she knew exactly what I’d done.
“Your legs are phenomenal. It’s a pity I can’t see the rest of you beneath that t-shirt.” Another quick smile and she leaned back against the door that led into the kitchen.
“Umm..” I was nervous, embarrassed and slightly ashamed. I could feel the heat ignite my cheeks and I looked away, not wanting to stare into the eyes of the woman who was much darker than I. “Have you see
n Lucas? I need to talk to him.”
Laughter rolled over her crimson lips and she stepped forward, remaining silent until I finally looked up towards her face. “There, that’s better. You don’t have to look at the floor in my presence, Autumn. I’m not your Master.”
“W-What?” My voice was broken by my shock.
“There’s no need to be surprised or ashamed, baby girl, I won’t tell anyone what you’ve done.” She smiled again. “Besides, we get to be ‘besties’ today. I’m taking you shopping. Lucas requested that I arrive early just so I can help you find clothes that he would approve of. I’ve worked with him for so long that I know exactly what he likes to see on his little pets. He’ll pay for the clothes – of course. So, we need to find something that will fit you for now, at least until we can get you a new wardrobe. I’ve brought some things with me; hopefully, they will work.”
Before I could reply, she’d grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the kitchen. I refused, pulling my hand back and planting my bare feet against the floor to prevent her from dragging me farther. “I want to talk to Lucas.”
A sympathetic look came over her face and she tsked while shaking her head. “No, my dear, you don’t. Trust me. Lucas has stumbled upon a bit of inspiration this morning and he’s in his office writing as we speak. Trust me when I tell you that you don’t want to disturb him when he’s working … he tends to come out in character. If you’ve read his books, you can understand why that is NOT something you want to experience.”
Grabbing at me again, she was able to trap my wrist in her hand, pulling me once more down the hallway to the stairs. “Let’s play nice for the morning and afternoon, and I’m sure by the time we arrive home, Lucas will be done for the day, most likely waiting for you. You can talk to him then.”
She wouldn’t allow me the time to refuse, and within seconds, she had me flying up the stairs and turning in the opposite direction of where Lucas and my bedrooms were located. “I didn’t want to wake you up this morning, so I just laid everything out in one of the other guest bathrooms. Personally, it’s my favorite room in the house and I have no idea why Lucas didn’t make it the master bath, but he has his reasons for everything he does and we can only sit back and enjoy the ride.” Turning around, she winked. “I’m sure you know what I mean.”
“Listen, Sarah, I’m grateful for your help, but…”
“Oh, don’t be. It’s my job. I take care of all of Lucas’ projects so he can focus on his books. I believe strongly in his writing and I will do whatever it takes to ensure that he can produce his best work possible.” She stopped in front of a door, reaching behind her to press down on the handle and swing the door wide open for me to see inside. “Now go ahead and get a shower and there are several outfits from which you can choose. There’s really not much you can do to stop me from taking you, so it will be easier for everyone if you just do as you’re told and appreciate it for what it is … a gift.”
She stepped around me, heading back in the direction of the stairs. “I’ll be down in the library when you’re ready.” Her heels clicked as she left and I was left to follow my instructions, not given the chance to refuse or argue.
Looking into the room, I noticed the shower that was large enough for several people. My jaw dropped at the sheer size of the room and when I stepped inside to see the Jacuzzi tub to the right, my body suddenly screamed for hot water to flow over my sore muscles. I shut and locked the door behind me, stripping myself of the t-shirt and entering the large shower. Showerheads were placed everywhere and when I flicked the water on, the instant heat met my skin as a gasp escaped my throat. I was sore between my legs and I reached down with my hand, jumping to feel how sensitive the skin was when I cleaned it.
Speaking under my breath to no one but myself, I mused, “I don’t know what you did to me, Lucas, but I think I want it again.” I was suddenly naughty, continuing to touch myself with foggy memories of Lucas flashing through my mind.
When I was done washing my body, I stepped out, groaning to lose the heat the water provided, and dried off. Moving across the room, I looked over the outfit choices that had been laid out for me on the counter and grimaced. Each outfit looked like it would be painfully tight. The shirts dipped down dangerously low to reveal cleavage and the pencil skirts would barely be able to hide my figure beneath.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
Shaking my head, I selected the most modest of the outfits and slipped it on, realizing that there was no underwear to be found. There was nothing I could do about that, so I cleaned myself up the rest of the way and stepped out to meet my apparent babysitter.
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“Oh! Look at you! My god, you are beautiful. Why have you been hiding that body under the hideous clothes you were wearing yesterday? You’re a knock out!”
Walking into the library, I found Sarah sitting in a winged back chair with her long, slim legs kicked over the side, a book open in her lap. She pulled her legs down slowly, her eyes trained to mine the entire time. Closing the book, she held it up so that I could see the cover. “Are you responsible for this bad boy ending up on the floor?”
Shaking her head, she stood up to walk across the room and replaced it on the shelf. “That is one of my favorites. The first book of Lucas’ that I read, in fact. I absolutely adored Claire’s strength in it, but also how Lucas was able to write Cole in such a way as to scare the shit out of me and turn me on all at the same time. Gah!” She visibly shivered. “I wish I could forget the whole thing sometimes, just so I can open it up and experience it for the first time all over again. Did you like it?”
Her full attention was on me, her eyes searching my face.
Squaring my shoulders, I stepped forward. “I only read a small part of it, although I understand what you are raving about. Cole did seem rather … feral, for lack of a better term.”
“Oh, sweetheart, there are better terms, trust me. Desirable, masculine, virile, dominating, use whichever one you like, but they all fit. That’s what makes it so inspiring to read.”
She walked past me, grabbing her purse from a side table and exiting the room without turning to see if I would follow. Confusion wrapped itself delicately along my thoughts and I padded out barefoot to meet her in the foyer.
“I have no shoes.”
She turned to look at me, a pair of black leather heels in her hand. “Size 7 correct? I have them right here.”
Once I had them on my feet, teetering on the four inch stilettos, she smiled again. “Excellent. Let’s get going.”
I followed her out of the house to a waiting red Mercedes in the driveway. “Unfortunately, you are going to have to hide under a blanket until I can get you out of this godforsaken town.” Finally reaching the car, she opened the back door and turned her attention to me. “But luckily for you, this place isn’t any bigger than a few miles, so it shouldn’t be long. Once we are out, we’ll drive out to a favorite boutique of mine. It’s only about three hours away. It’ll be fun. Plus, no one will recognize you there, so you’re safe from that pesky little arrest warrant that’s hanging over your head.”
Reaching out, she pulled me off balance and somehow spun me around so that I landed on my bottom in the car.
“Just lie down and cover yourself with that and I’ll let you know when the coast is clear.” As soon as my legs were within the car, she slammed the door shut and appeared again as she climbed into the driver’s seat. I heard the ignition of the car, the gear being thrown into drive and the rocks and pebbles kicking up against the wheels and sides as she peeled away on the driveway.
Thirty minutes passed as I lay beneath the blanket, contemplating what the hell I’d gotten myself into. I’d expected things to be odd around Lucas, I’d expected to deal with his moody behavior and unapologetic flirtation, but I’d never expected to be met with the likes of his assistant; she was a woman who appeared to have unlimited amounts of energy and who was in obvious control of her life. There wa
s never a hair out of place, and I highly doubted she ever took ‘no’ for an answer. She was so confident, in fact, that I couldn’t help but be jealous of her. I wondered how it must feel to know there was nobody who could hurt you.
“You can get up now. We’re outside of the town line and I highly doubt anybody will be able to recognize you back there. The windows are tinted anyways, so that helps.”
Removing the blanket, I tossed it to the side as I strapped on my seat belt. She didn’t say anything further, and after a few minutes, the silence became uncomfortable.
“So, how long have you known Lucas?”
I saw her eyes flick up to glance at me through the rearview mirror. “Seven years, but I thought he’d already told you that.”
I blinked at the odd comment. “How would you know what he’s told me?”
Her shoulder shrugged. “I don’t. I just assumed.”
“Oh.” I didn’t believe her, but considering she held me practically captive, I decided it was best to refrain from starting an argument.
Her eyes glanced up again. “I’m sure you have questions. Go ahead and ask. I’ll answer whatever you would like to know. However, to answer the one I see written all over your face, I’ll tell that – no – Lucas and I are not sleeping together, have never slept together and have no plans to do so in the future. What else would you like to ask?”
“I didn’t want to know that.”
She chuckled. “If that’s what you’d like me to believe, that’s fine. I just like to put it out there in the beginning with Lucas’ ladies. You never have to worry about me. Of course, that is unless you want to try out a woman’s control for once. Sometimes, I like to play with the ones he no longer wants, and if I’m your Domme, only then will you have need to worry.”
Her words were a slap in the face; not only was she speaking so casually of Lucas’ apparent active lifestyle, but her desire to dominate me when he was done and had thrown me aside. I was suddenly furious and my curiosity got the best of me.