I didn't want to do it. Anyone who knew me would have known that, but what other choice had there been? I'd tried to resist the temptation, to shut off the drive in the back of my mind pushing me to open that box. His box.
All those wonderful toys.
Well he shouldn't have left me alone with the box. He was putting temptation in the way of one who, at times, had very little in the way of self control. I mean, what sort of game was this, leave the box, tell me where it was, knowing full well I'd want to go and look inside and then tell me I'd be punished if I took a look inside it?
Sick. Twisted. Perverted. All the things I love about him.
"I told you not to go rooting in the box, didn't I?"
I hadn't even heard him open the door. Not that it would have mattered. "Yes, you did, Sir.
"Sir, is it now?"
I didn't have to turn around in order to know he was smiling already. "Would you prefer asshole?"
A low growl, the only warning I'd be given, still enough to send a shiver down my back, like cold fingers tapping a path along my spine. "Mouthy slut."
"Perhaps you should put that mouth to better use then." I turned slowly, letting my gaze move over his form, lingering along the growing outline of his cock as it pressed against his jeans. "Or I could always just head out and find a few of the girls to get drunk with. Maybe Liz, she'd be good for a few drinks, maybe a little more." Knowing Liz it would be a lot more.
"You think I'm going to let you go out and..."
"And what? Lick my way all over her body? Why not, she really enjoyed it last time. So did I, for that matter."
He cleared the distance between us before I even had the time to blink, his hand tightening in my hair, forcing me up to my toes, a low cry torn from my lips.
"Maybe you're right after all, I should find another use for that over active mouth of yours." A low whispered growl, husky against my throat, his teeth so close to the skin I could almost feel them. Gods I wanted them. Needed them. Too soon though. Tingles danced across my breasts, tightening nipples, turning them into hardened pips beneath the thin shirt.
"That's up to you, Sir."
"Ah, still only a Sir. I think I deserve far better than that my pet. Have you forgotten your place?"
"My place, where would that be, on a pedestal perhaps?" A wicked smile tugged at the corners of my lips, heat building between my thighs. Could he smell it, the need he triggered within me, that drive to dive for his cock, how I wanted to suckle it deep within my mouth? He didn't need to. He knew me better than I knew myself.
"Is that where you think you belong?" Fingers tightened further, forcing a deeper arch into my back, nipples pressed against the thin material. "No, no I think not. You know what you are. My pet, my slut, my willing little whore."
Filthy words, dirty words, gods he knew what to say, how to say them. Just how they turned my cunt into a molten liquid fire of need. Some women wanted soft words of love, tender touches, ribbons, bows, nights out under the stars. Not me, not unless it involved a few harsh growls of slut, whore, cunt or more. Maybe a thrust against a tree, my panties lost... no, never even worn to begin with.
Safe with him. Safe to let the dark, wanton slut out.
Forget being a wife, being a mother, being the well-respected teacher. That vanished in our time. Our moments of passion, pain, humiliation. Gods how I loved it. Loved him.
"Yours, always yours."
"Are you sure about that?" His fingers twisted, strands of hair breaking in his grip.
"Yes." Little more than a hiss. Pain. Almost too much, yet never quite enough.
His free hand moved to my clothing, grasping into the fabric, tearing, ripping it free from my body with a snarl. "Little slut, what are you doing dressed? Should be naked, on your belly, squirming at my feet."
"Make me." I tried twisting in his grasp, wanting to feel his strength, the inability to tear away, the knowledge I could end the game with a single word.
"You want to fight me?"
"No, I want to be owned by you, fully." I needed it, needed this, this moment on my belly. To feel the stress of the week slip away, to become nothing more or less than his property, his pet. His willing little beast.
"You want that?" His grip tipped my head upwards, forcing me to meet his gaze. Those cool blue eyes, tinged with green, like the ocean. Calm one moment, deadly the next, shards of ice that could sear into my soul.
"Please." Wanted. Needed with every breath in my body.
Shreds of cloth fell to the floor, his free hand yanking for my jeans, tugging them and the thread of dental floss that pretended to be a pair of panties. Both kicked away before I'd had more than a moment to realize they were gone. Fast, hard, merciless. Still it wasn't enough.
"Belly!"
I folded to my knees, pushed further down onto my belly before I could put my hands down and brace. My head twisted, cheek pressed against the rug. Hair turned into a coil in his grasp, a leash to be controlled by as he shifted behind me, one knee parting my thighs.
Damp. I knew that before he even parted my thighs. Just the growl, the knowing look in his eyes, the knowledge I'd been caught, that had all been enough to fuel the growling hunger between my thighs.
Could he smell me already?
"I don't think I'd trust that mouth of yours on my body right now, not with the way you're behaving. You might try and sink your teeth into me. No, I think I need to bring you back into focus first."
Focus?
Crack! Pain blossomed through my ass, his hand lashing against upturned cheeks, one after the other. Blows that rained down without mercy. No words. No time for pleas, just pain, heat, one knee keeping my thighs parted, my back arched with the grip in my hair. Helpless, trapped, breath forced into soft gulps for air, whimpers with each smack to taut, exposed cheeks.
"You were told not to go into the box." He didn't even sound out of breath. Not fair. My ass burned, hips rocked up towards him seeking more even though my mind screamed to beg for mercy. Stupid mind. What did that frightened little mouse know? It was content to be the little school teacher, comfortable shoes, sensible clothes, piles of papers to mark. I wanted far more.
"I know."
"Yet you did it anyway, didn't you?" His hand hovered close to my heated cheeks.
"Yes, you knew I would."
"Of course." The low hiss of a zipper being opened, a shift of weight behind me as his hand left my hair, yanking my hips upwards from the floor. "Just as you knew the consequences of your actions."
Hard cock, harder grip, his fingers grasped my hips fully, the tip of his cock brushing against the heated, swollen lips of my cunt. Little more warning than that before he thrust into my core, forcing the walls of my sex to stretch to welcome him.
"Hot, wet, tight. Good little whore." Growled words of need, at least one of us could speak. Gods I could feel him, his cock throbbing against the slick walls of my sex, pushing against the head of my cunt, filling me deep, mercilessly. Even with his grip I could rock back against him, seeking to enfold his cock, to welcome it, drawing it into my body. A helpless toy for his desire.
"Master."
"Yes." He rocked hard, fast into my core, balls slapping against my cunt, fingers deep into my hips. Bruises, there would be bruises there. Ones I could cherish through the week.
"Please." Breath stolen, nothing else left to give life to the pleas that bubbled within me. What more did I want? Gods I didn't know anymore. His cock, my cunt, my cheek pressed against the rug, burns threatening against my knees. Hard, rough, taken without mercy. Heat, need, liquid fire as it built in my core, each deep thrust brushing against that hidden spot within my body. Bastard. How did he do that.
Who cared how? Just as long as he did it.
"My slut, my little pet, groan for me, moan, scream for me my beast. My beloved beast." He leaned down, pressing against my back, his teeth scraping my neck. "Cum for me, slut, cum for me" His teeth latched into the back of my neck.
Pain. Sweet, blessed pain.
"Cum for me."
I didn't have a choice.
Release, pleasure, pain, fire, ice, all melded to soak along the inside of my thighs, a scream torn from lips, back arching beneath his body. Needed to breath, could only scream.
Still he rocked, slick sounds, heated pants, his teeth in the back of my neck. A low growl, a snarl ringing in my ears, tight thrusts pushing further into my cunt as I felt him swell. A roar, closer to a growl of a wild beast rang in my ears...
Nothing. No sound, no movement. Just the ragged silent gasps for air from us both, throats raw from the feral moments on the rug. Then he moved, his teeth unlatching from my throat, a smile forming as he kissed the very spot he had bitten, his arms wrapping around my body. Firm but gentle. Loving. Protective.
"My pet." He murmured, rolling us both onto our sides, holding me close. "My beloved little pet."
Only now did I really feel it, the soreness, the rug burn on my knees, the same threatening elsewhere on my body. But the tension was gone. The build up from the week.
"You needed that." His fingers brushed against my cheek, a soft touch, caressing my skin in a gentle possessiveness.
"Yes Master." I wanted to say so much more, but the time wasn't right. Later. After a bath, after his strong arms carried me to bed and we lay under the quilt, there in the darkness I could cry, let it out.
"You're safe with me, love. You always will be."
And for that I would always be thankful...
Originally published April 2006 - "April Showers"