by Elle Luckett
It didn’t take long for the door to crack open, but I kept my eyes down and my breathing slow as the voices filtered through the door, as we’d planned.
“—don’t appreciate this, Thomas.”
“You were requested, Mark. I’m just asking you to take a look, see what you think. Maybe you could recommend someone else for her.”
“My girlfriend is at home waiting for me.” My stomach flipped at the word. I’d never heard him use it before.
“Then consult and go home. I’m asking for your help.”
“I don’t like that you’ve put me in this position, Thomas. This isn’t like you.”
“Perhaps not, but tell me that again after the consultation.”
I heard the heavy fall of his boots as he entered the room. I listened as hard as I could as he circled me, and I felt every part of my skin come alive under his gaze. I could see him approaching, and watched as his jean-clad knees came into view as he kneeled. I held my breath as his thumb and index finger cradled my chin and lifted my face.
I wanted nothing more than to meet his eyes, but that wasn’t a part of this world he loved so much, so I kept my eyes on the floor and waited.
“Jesus Christ,” came out in a rush. “Zara?”
“Zara, do you have the paperwork?” Thomas asked casually from the door.
“Yes, Sir. It’s on top of my robe.”
The two men looked in the direction.
“Baby, I need you to look at me.”
Raising my eyes, I almost lost my breath when I met the liquid silver of his. The arousal and need were so palpable, I was ready to lay myself bare to him, but the game was all part of that excitement for Mark, and I was beginning to understand why.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Master.”
The sexual arousal rolled from him in wild waves of promise, and my body responded. The flimsy material between my legs dampened, my pulse echoed in every part of my body, and my fingers trembled as they grazed my ass cheek—the contact, in turn, making my breath fall from me in a stutter.
Who knew this could be so erotic?
Giving yourself to a man, body, mind, soul, and heart and trusting him with them all.
“Stay here, and don’t move a muscle until I tell you to. I’m going to look over that contract.” Mark paused and leaned in closer. “Then, I’m going devour you.”
Every bone in my body turned to liquid at the promise shining from his beautiful eyes. He was so turned on, so aroused, I could see his erection pressing against his zipper.
“Yes, Sir,” I managed with a loud swallow.
“Good girl.” He kissed my forehead and rose, while I dropped my eyes back to my knees, and tried to collect myself and my excitement. I couldn’t even hear the conversation between Mark and Thomas, but it didn’t take long before the sound of paper being thrust at the other man was punctuated by the door whispering closed.
“Tell me your safe words, little bird,” Mark said, bending to untie the laces on his boots.
“Red and yellow, Sir.”
Kammie had told me to use Sir or Master every time I addressed him, and it worked. Every time it left my lips, a rush of lust filled the already warm room and bathed me in its promise along with a quiet grunt that fell from his lips. Toeing off his boots and removing his socks, he approached me again.
“Good. I need you to use them if you have to tonight. You look edible, and I am starving.”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to, and Mark hadn’t intended me to. He had his answer when he knelt in front of me, once again, and slipped his index finger between my thighs, finding the material wet.
“You’re turned on.”
“Yes, Sir.”
A warm hand tangled in the bun at the back of my head and pulled my head back roughly. A small thread of fear followed the curve of my neck but broke the moment his lips found my throat, his teeth grazing the taut skin with a hungry appreciation. Fear had no place in this room with Mark and me.
“You want this.”
It wasn’t a question, so I didn’t respond and let him revel in the satisfaction that laced his tone.
“I’m going to restrain you, Zara. If you feel fear or panic, I need you to tell me.”
“With red or yellow, Sir.”
Mark reached behind him, gripping the back of his shirt before he yanked it over his head, discarding it in a heap beside him before he rose, pulling me up with him. His broad, tattooed chest rose and fell, mesmerizing me with the glimmer of light sparking the bar through his nipple as I waited for his next direction. I was lost in the moment with him, lost in the eroticism, lost in the strange neediness of giving him complete control.
“Wrists in front of you.”
I did as he asked, ignoring the tremble in my hands as he brushed a thumb over my banded wrist and backed away. “I'll be right back. I see someone brought my bag to the room.”
“Yes, Sir. Thomas said you would need it. He asked one of the girls to bring it here for you.”
“You please me. However, those wrists look a little naked.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mark disappeared outside my field of view with the same fluid ease in which he did everything. I was untethered being here alone like this. I wanted his touch, I wanted his guidance, and I had no idea why or when things had clicked inside of me like this. I wasn’t even sure I cared when he finally returned and bathed me with his body heat.
“These are my personal cuffs.” He held them out in one hand, while his other angled my chin so he could meet my eyes. “They’re yours now. Do you understand? Even if you don’t want to do this again. I’m yours.”
“Mine,” I whispered.
“Yours, which means I can fuck you seven ways from Sunday if you’re willing.” He released his grip on my chin and fastened one of the lined leather cuffs around my right wrist before he paused. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir.” I lowered my chin again and saw his dick twitch. The sight of it made satisfaction blossom in my chest and rush through my veins. I’d done that. I'd aroused him and excited him by giving him all of me. It was more powerful than I could ever have imagined.
Keeping my eyes on his erection as it pressed against his jeans, I embraced the feeling of the lined leather around my left wrist, until the weight of them both began to feel like a security blanket.
I hadn’t known that I would enjoy this as much as I was. I hadn’t understood what giving Mark what he wanted could do for me. More than all that, I couldn’t have known that giving someone you trusted complete control could set you free.
I followed Mark’s commands, both verbal and otherwise, excitement rising inside of me as he stopped at the foot of the bed and stepped in behind me. His big, warm chest pressed against my back as he raised my arm and attached it to the D-ring on one of the posts, brushing his lips along the expanse of skin between shoulder and neck as he worked.
“How does this feel?”
“Better than I ever could have imagined, Sir.”
He rewarded my use of Sir by rocking his hard cock between my ass cheeks, the rough material of his jeans catching the flimsy fabric of my underwear. Sensations scattered through my body as I pressed back against him, my head against his shoulder while he secured my other wrist on the second post.
He stayed pressed against me for a while. His hands traversing the expanse of my body, exposed or otherwise. Mark took his time like he always did, only his touch was light and teasing as he tested the waters.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Sir?”
“I know what I want to do,” he said, one of his hands fisting in the material covering my pussy. “I want to work your body. Fuck every hole you have until you scream from the torture of pleasure.”
“I want that, too.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes, Sir. I am yours. I will always be yours.”
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br /> “Safe words… one more time, baby.”
“Red and yellow, Sir.”
Mark pressed against me again, his fingers slipping through my wet folds and circling my clit. I was so close to falling into this moment with him and so close to giving myself to him completely, but before I could, I needed him to understand.
“Mark, before we start, I need you to know something.”
Pressing his index finger on my clit, he grunted as I bucked against his hand, my mind swirling under the pleasure he was promising.
“What’s that?”
“I love you.”
Mark stilled against me, the resting pressure of his fingers between my legs intensifying until pleasure had my head rolling against his shoulder.
“I love you, too, little bird,” he whispered in my ear with a growl of appreciation. “But I’m going to need you to tell me again after I’ve ruined you.”
I smiled at his confidence, my lips parting to speak, but the words fell away the moment he thrust three fingers inside me, and his teeth sank into my shoulder.
Mark was going to ruin me in a way no other man ever had, it was true, but I also knew he would put me back together with love. I trusted him with that.
I would always trust him.
Suggested Playlist
Jealous Sea – Meg Myers
Urges (The Kite String Tangle Remix) – Lastlings, The Kite String Tangle
Last Breath – Kandle
In The Blood – Red Rosamond
Last Goodbye – The Hot Damns, Smokey Jones
On The Hill (Alt. Version) – Strand of Oaks
Runaway – The Rigs
Cry – Major Myjah
Fool – Howard
Synthetic Love – Sara Jaffe
Stigmata – grandson
WOW – Zara Larsson
Lowkey – NIKI
Shameless – Striking Matches
Numb – Greta Svabo Bech
Everything All At Once – SYML
End of the Night – Lykke Li
Better Off – Hidden Hospitals
Ain’t No Sunshine – aeseaes
Already Dark – Bad Stream
Running Out of Time – Sun Heat
Waking Up – MJ Cole, Freya Ridings
Fear – Eau Rouge
Lover – Carsky
Nothing’s the Same – Sun Glitters, Steffaloo
When God Comes Back – All Them Witches
What About Love – Banks
Black & Blue – Lost Frequencies, Mokita
Touch – Ghostly Kisses
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About the Author
Elle Luckett was born in Houston, mainly in the mind of L.J. Stock. As the darker side of a generally light personality, she became the voice that would tell lustful stories, something born from a very vivid imagination and an amass of characters with some interesting habits and tastes.
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