Holding Skye

by Summer Graystone

  Her eyes widened and she felt her breath catch in her chest but he didn't stop. Just like during a spanking he had to get it all out before the body could catch up.

  "I have some really good news. The one thing we have found out is that it doesn't metastasize."

  Skye looked up at him confused. Her innocence amazed him. She looked just like a small child. She sniffled. "What does that mean?"

  "That means it isn't going to move. It won't spread anywhere else on my body like other cancers will, which gives it more of a chance of being killed."

  "Oh thank god," she whispered, not looking away from him. Her eyes never left his, still remembering the earlier command.

  "When I left you with Steve at Club Sapphire I went to see a surgeon and he recommended me going to the Cancer Center Treatments of America (CCTA) in Oklahoma."

  "I'm going with you," Skye promised. "We are in this together, Master. I love you and want to be with you." She smiled. "And besides we can have some fun in Oklahoma."

  Elijah knew he couldn't argue and to be honest, he didn't want to. He loved her and he really didn't want to go through it alone. He saw that the smile didn't meet her eyes when she talked about playing. She wasn't okay with it, and he couldn't blame her. "I'm going to be okay, Skye, that, I can promise you. You can come with me. We leave in one month."

  Skye pulled him into a hug. "Please don't hide from me anymore, Master. I want to be here for you and help you through this."

  "I promise." He nibbled on the small patch under her ear. "Now, what if we go christen some of your new furniture?"

  Skye faked a gasp. "This place is for children and their parents to be comfortable and enjoy spending time here."

  "Yea, but you won't know if they are going to be comfortable if you don't try it first." He winked.

  Skye groaned with pleasure. "Yes, Master."

  Chapter 11

  A little squeal slipped her lips as he unexpectedly scooped her up and carried her over to the bed, nestling her body upon the softness of his luxuriously smooth satin sheets. He brought her hands up above her head and fastening the handcuffs to the headboard. As she lay there before him, her mind wondered what he would do next. Would he flog her? Would he use a vibrator?

  She he could feel him slowly peeling away at her clothes and her anticipation seemed to heighten with each passing second. When she was finally free of all her attire, he left her again, returning within seconds. Before long, he was securing what felt like rope around her ankles, spreading her legs all the way out. Skye tried moving her legs out place but she couldn't get out of her restraints. The soft humming sound that soon caught her ears peaked her curiosity further. She listened closely trying to find out exactly what it was.

  "Oh, God." Her breath hitched in her throat and she wiggled slightly as the vibrating device made contact with her clitoris.

  Elijah had positioned himself directly between her thighs as he pressed the vibrator against her sensitive nub. Moving it up and down he waited to get a reaction from her. "You like this don't you?" he teased, pressing hard against her.

  Tiny ripples of pleasure rushed through her and she moaned her delight. Seeing how much she was enjoying it, Elijah increased the speed of the vibrations, fueling her raging desire. Skye bit her bottom lip, mumbling her reply as she twisted and turned her legs, desperate to grip unto something for support. The sensations surging through her veins were so intense she feared she'd probably lose her mind.

  Skye cried out, her voice filled with unabashed abandon, her body strained from the tremors of ecstasy that shot through her being. The lack of movement and desperation to be free from her restraints made her wild with passion. She wanted nothing more than to just take him right there in that moment. He was enjoying this, taunting and teasing her and driving her near insanity.

  Suddenly, he replaced the vibrator with his tongue, stroking her clitoris with a rhythmic passion. He made tiny pleasurable groans with each stroke, flicking against her clitoris hard and fast. His tongue felt like velvet against her flesh and she heaved her hips up slightly in desperation for him.

  "Oh, Elijah," she moaned, overcome by the powerful sensations coursing through her. "Please." He continued to eat at her flesh, his tongue probing her insides as if he were hungry for her release.

  Skye moaned and cried, wiggling and squirming to the feel of his tongue between her legs. He kissed, sucked and lapped at her flesh, moving more vigorously with each delicious second. She was so close, too close to her climax, her body now afire from his sweet caresses.

  "Oh, please," she whimpered, taking in huge gulps of air, as she fought against her handcuffs. Her breathing became loud, heavy pants as he drove her closer to her ultimate joy. The feel of the vibrator against her pussy made her scream with delight as he drove the device into her, his tongue still stroking her clitoris. The thick long vibrating device evoked an unimaginable amount of pleasure upon her, and Skye finally gave herself completely to him with a loud joyous cry.

  "Good girl. Come for me, Skye," he whispered, his voice hungry with desire while he continued to probe her insides with the vibrator. As he pleasured her, several tiny spasms shot through her pussy, her body quickly becoming like an active volcano boiling over with hot lava. Plunging the vibrator into her harder, he lapped at her clitoris. He withdrew his mouth slightly, the vibrator still embedded within her pussy; gently he flicked the tip of his tongue against her now swollen clit.

  Another series of ecstatic cries left Skye's lips as her pussy quivered and convulsed. Pleasuring her seemed to be exciting him because she could hear his husky breathing growing out of control. He stopped for a second, trailing a few kisses up her inner thighs as he worked the vibrator in and out of her quickly without mercy.

  "Oh, don't stop," she moaned, moving her hips up and thrashing her pussy to meet his penetrations. The vibrator felt amazing but she wanted feel him, his raw meat slamming into her until she cried and whimpered like a wounded animal. Suddenly Skye was more brazen than ever, telling him to fuck her hard and fast.

  Elijah happily obliged, pleasuring her with his tongue while he penetrated her pussy with the vibrator. Her knees trembled from the sensations engulfing her very soul and her heart pounded as she tried to steady her breathing. Soon her cries became like sweet melody in perfect timing with the noises he made as he devoured her pussy with his tongue. It was almost as if he was enjoying his favorite dessert. He did not stop until she rode the wild and wonderful tides of her ecstasy and moaned out his name in loud strained cry.

  "That's it, baby girl. Come again for me." Skye exploded into a thousand pieces, her pussy convulsing into a chain of intense little spasms that rocked through her entire body. As her juices trickled down her slit, he withdrew the vibrator and darted his tongue in and out of her wetness.

  "I want to feel you inside me," she panted, running her fingers through his hair.

  Skye didn't have to tell him twice. He quickly withdrew his lips from her pussy, ripping his clothes from his body, urgently trying to give her what she'd requested. It didn't take long. She moaned from the feel of his rock hard cock, stroking her entrance briefly before he slipped a condom on. As he drove himself into her warmth, she felt his lips on hers. His tongue tussled with hers pulling her into a heavenly realm where she basked in the feel of his rock hard cock penetrating her relentlessly.

  Elijah served her with several long deep thrusts, his thickness and length stretching her pussy and stroking her inner walls. With locked lips, they rode the waves of their passion, moaning and groaning from the ecstasy that swept through their bodies. As their kiss deepened, he pumped himself into her, burying his cock to the hilt and causing her pussy to cry with uninhibited satisfaction.

  "Oh, my God. You feel amazing," he admitted with hunger in his voice, thrusting harder and faster into her.

  Her pussy clenched around him and her sweet juices coated his cock. As he increased the momentum of his thrusts yet again, desire flared within
her soul. She cried out in ecstatic bliss, moaning and groaning, her body consumed by passion.

  He speared his cock into her, groaning in blissful agony as he tittered towards the summit of his own climax. His heavy breathing was sexy to Skye and, in that moment, she wished she could gaze into his beautiful eyes as they crested their fiery, cataclysmic peak of glorious passion.

  "Yes… Yes… Yesss!" she cried out to each one of his deep powerful thrusts, her pussy shuddering on impact. She loved every minute of this.

  Elijah rammed his cock into her, releasing several loud feral groans as her invitingly warm flesh took him in, embracing and pulsating against him. Her breasts crushed against his rock hard torso as he slammed into her harder, driven solely by his need to climax.

  "Ahhhh! Come with me, Skye. Once more." His groan dragged on as he threw himself into her, exploding his warm liquid into the condom. His body shuddered against hers as he basked in his unearthly climax.

  Elijah's orgasm spurred hers and she too gave into him, losing herself in the moment as she released and milked his cock with her sweet nectar. Her body trembled as the aftershock of her orgasm surged through her. After a couple of minutes, he disposed of the used condom. "Sleep now, my beautiful girl"

  Chapter 12

  It was the first time that Skye had someone watching her while she worked and she couldn't deny that she loved it. She loved having her Master watch her while she took pictures of the children and gave them little directions.

  "Now Sammy, hug your sister." Skye laughed as little Sammy squeezed his sister like a bear. That wasn't what she intended, but it was adorable. Both children giggled and their smiles were wide. She snapped the picture of the two siblings laughing and then stole a glance at her Master. He was watching her with a sparkle in his eyes. He was sitting right next to the parents, casual and loving, just observing her.

  "All right, Michelle, now come here." She knelt down to the young girl's level. "I'm going to tell you a secret okay?" She whispered into the girl's ear and the girl giggled. "Can you do that for me?" The girl nodded and walked back over to her big brother with a huge smile on her face.

  Skye knew there was no way she would be able to hold out for long.

  "What?" Sammy asked with a big pout. He didn't like to be left out.

  "Don't worry, sweetie." Skye smiled as she shot a picture of his pout. He was just adorable. Within seconds, Michelle grabbed her brother's arm and began to tickle him like a machine causing them both to burst into extreme giggles and shouting.

  Somewhere in the din of the children's laughter, she heard a beautiful sound. She looked at her Master and saw him laughing along with them. Their eyes locked and she felt the most intense connection with him. Being able to share her passion with him—the happiness she felt from it could not be explained in words.

  After the children finally tired out, Skye got some sleeping shots and shots of them relaxing, just holding each other before talking with the parents and saying goodbye.

  She placed her camera down and plopped on the couch with a sigh.

  "Aww, my sweet sub. That was beautiful to watch. You're really good. I can't wait to see how the pictures come out. Thank you for sharing it with me."

  She smiled and snuggled into his arms. "It was nice to have you here, Master, but there is no way you're watching me edit."

  "Why not?"

  "I hate when people watch me edit. I get so nervous," she whined.

  He chuckled. "Seriously? You're not going to let me watch you work your magic? Isn't that the best part? I'm not going to correct you or anything; I know absolutely nothing about the world of photo hop or whatever you call it."

  Skye giggled. "It's called Photoshop and don't let Adobe hear you say that." She leaned up and kissed his cheek before snuggling back down. "For some reason that makes me happy, Master."

  He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. It was nice to just relax and enjoy time together. He took a deep breath and watched her sleep. His sub, his baby girl, his life, his Skye. He knew what he had to do and he had to do it soon.

  That night they were still in her studio, just relaxing on the couch. "I want us to step outside our roles for the moment and simply be Elijah and Skye." He knew he had to act soon. With his cancer and her commitment to stay with him through it, there was no time to waste.

  Skye paled so drastically that Elijah actually thought she might faint. He added quickly, "You have done nothing wrong, sweetheart."

  Her eyes locked onto his face. He threaded the fingers of his hand through hers.

  "Please, just listen and answer honestly, okay?"

  She nodded and tightened her grip on him as though preparing herself to hear bad news. What could be worse than hearing about his cancer? Did something else happen that he didn't tell her before? Was he going to… She couldn't even think the word. It brought too much pain.

  With his free hand, Elijah gathered up the fine silver chain he wore around his neck, removed it and laid it on the table in front of him. A tiny gold key was the only ornament.

  "This is the key to my heart."

  Skye looked at him uncertainly and then looked to the key and back into his eyes as he spoke. "It is also the key to a collar I've had made. Skye, with this key, I offer you a formal collar."

  Shock echoed on her face for a moment before she smiled. A huge hundred-watt smile. "Yes, please, Master. I accept." She took the key and held it close to her heart.

  Elijah grinned. "I'm so glad." He lifted her up and spun her around making her giggle like a child. After he set her down, he reached behind the couch and pulled out the collar.

  He smiled as she kneeled before his feet, no longer needing instruction. He placed the collar—silver chain with a solid heart. In the middle was a small keyhole—around Skye's neck before taking the tiny key from her and locking it closed. After he placed the chain and key around his own neck, he met her eyes and smiled lovingly at her.

  Chapter 13

  She knelt on the rug outside the door as Elijah walked down the hall behind her. Her hands were folded just so, her head bowed, shoulders straight. Elijah stopped in front of her. He was barefoot, and she could see he was wearing the faded jeans she loved. They were just loose enough to hang from his hips just so, but tight enough to cup his ass. If she looked up—which she would never, ever do—she knew he'd be shirtless. She closed her eyes, a wave of arousal washing through her. She allowed herself a tiny smile.

  "Enter, Skye." He stepped aside and she rose, the move practiced and graceful. She walked across the carpet to her assigned spot, toes aligned perfectly against the outside edge of the rose on the carpet. She waited.

  Elijah slowly circled her. She knew he wouldn't find anything wrong with how she stood; her posture was perfect, hair tied up the way he'd asked her to do it. Her feet were precisely the correct distance apart.

  He was thinking, she knew, by the way he walked, pausing for a moment, then moving again. Finally, he stopped in front of her.

  "On the bed, Skye. On your back."

  "Yes, Master."

  The bed was massive, the mattress over-sized, covered in a pristine white sheet. She loved this bed, loved everything about it from the first time Elijah had brought her here. She climbed onto the mattress, toes pointed like a ballerina, the way Elijah had taught her.

  "Very good."

  She glanced up as he walked to the cabinet against the wall. He didn't always tell her what he had planned. She never knew if he had something planned ahead of time or if he decided only after he saw her standing in this room.

  He turned and she dropped her eyes, but not before she saw he had a set of ropes and a length of silk in his hands.

  "Arms and legs out, Skye."

  The sheet was smooth beneath her back and ass, her movements making a soft sound. Elijah was all about the touch, the sensual experience. When he'd made the bed for the first time, he'd washed the sheets first in scented soap, then lovingly spread them out. She wait
ed, standing behind him in obedience, for a long time while he smoothed and tugged, pulled and adjusted, running his hands over the fabric. Finally, he'd just knelt down by the side of the bed and spread his arms wide, cheek resting on the bed. He'd had the same blissful look she'd seen as he rested his cheek on her breast, just before sleep.

  When she was spread before him, legs wide, arms over her head, he took a length of rope, running it through his hands for a moment. Then he took one foot in his hand, wrapped the rope around her ankle and tied her to the carved bedpost. He did the same with the other ankle, and then moved to her arms.

  "Arms out to the side."

  She brought her arms down, watching as he slipped a loop of rope over her wrist and then through one of the metal loops set into the bed frame. Elijah usually spent a great deal of time on his knots, losing himself in the rope work, the process practiced and methodically, but also highly erotic. Tonight, he was swift and efficient, and she was quickly restrained.

  She loved this feeling, being tied down, even if it was only simple knots she could probably have worked her way out of. Not that she ever would. Elijah had restrained her, and she would stay here until he undid the knots.

  He moved closer to her, leaning over to lift her head. "Music and darkness tonight, Skye. Bye-bye for now." There was something else, she thought, then wasn't sure he'd said anything. Then he was fitting headphones over her ears, and lowering the silk over her eyes.

  The last thing she saw was his smile, his heavy-lidded eyes looking into hers, and she forgot her confusion. And then everything went dark. There was a pause, and then music started playing. It was a new piece, trance-like, hypnotic.

  She smelled something rich and spicy, a scent she knew Elijah loved, and she'd grown to love, simply because she loved Elijah.

  The oil dripped on her stomach, almost body temperature. There were more drops, moving up between her breasts. They stopped and she felt the bed dip. Elijah must be sitting beside her.