ANMELDENChapter 3 - What He Gives The next evening he came into the room with a candle and a lighter and a glass of water, and he set all three of them down on the chest of drawers and looked at me kneeling in the middle of the floor with my hands behind my back and my eyes on the ground. "Up on the bed," he said. "On your back." I climbed up onto the black sheets and lay down on my back and he cuffed my wrists and my ankles the way he had the night before, spread wide, and I lay there looking up at him with my chest already rising and falling too fast. "Tonight you're going to take what I give you," he said. "All of it. And you're going to thank me for every bit." "Yes Sir." He lit the candle and the flame caught and steadied and he held it up where I could see it and then he stood at the side of the bed and looked down at me. "Don't move." He tipped the candle and the first drop of hot wax fell and hit the soft skin just below my collarbone. "Ahh…" I jerked against the cuf
Chapter 2 - The Dominance He stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me for a long time. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he said. Then he climbed onto the bed between my legs. He didn't touch my pussy first. That was the thing that undid me. He started at my ankles and worked his way up…. his mouth on the inside of my calf, on the back of my knee, on the soft skin of my inner thigh, slow and patient, kissing and licking and biting just hard enough to leave a mark that faded by morning. He did one leg and then the other and by the time he got to the top of my thighs I was arching off the bed and pulling at the cuffs and making sounds I had never made before. "Oh…fuck…please…" I said. "Please what?" "Please touch me, Sir, please…" He smirked and he put his mouth on my pussy. I screamed. I couldn't help it. His tongue was flat and warm and it dragged up through my folds and found my clit and he sucked it into his mouth and worked it with his
Chapter 1 - The Consensual Dominant and Submissive Relationship The moving truck left at four in the afternoon, and by five o'clock I was standing in the front hall of his house with one suitcase and a cardboard box and nothing else in the world that belonged to me. That was the point. We had talked about it for three months… long conversations at his kitchen table, spread out over nights when I drove home at two in the morning with my head spinning… and I had agreed to all of it. Every part. The surrender, the protocol, the fact that I would walk through his door and not walk back out. I had signed my lease away. I had given my notice at work. I had told my mother I was moving in with a man I loved, which was true, and I had left out the rest of it, which was also true in a way she would never understand. He came down the stairs and stood at the bottom of them and looked at me. "Take your clothes off," he said. No hello. No how was the drive. Just the two of us in the front ha
Chapter 5 - The Man In Charge I woke up before him. I got up and went into the bathroom and showered with the door closed. When I came out with a towel around me he was awake. He was sitting up against the headboard with the sheet pooled in his lap and his eyes on me, and he watched me cross the room and pick my dress up off the floor. "I need to go," I said. "I need to see my brother." He looked at me for a second. "Come here," he said. I stopped with the dress in my hand. "I said I need to…" I said come here.” Something in his voice had changed from last night. It was the corridor voice again, low and flat and decided, and it made the back of my neck prickle the way it had when he'd first said my name. I stood there for a second with the towel around me and my heart starting to go, and then I walked over to the bed. He reached out and took the dress out of my hand and dropped it on the floor. "Drop the towel," he said. I looked at him. "Last night yo
Chapter 4 - The Prison Guard I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper of my dress down and shrugged it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing anything under it. I hadn't been wearing anything under it since I'd put it on. My tits were bare and my nipples were already hard from the cold and the drive and the adrenaline, and I stood there in front of him in nothing but my heels and watched his eyes drop down my body and go dark. "Lie back," I said. He lay back on the bed. I got on the bed over him and pulled his belt open and unbuttoned his uniform pants and yanked them down his hips along with his boxers, and his cock came free already half-hard and thick, and I didn't hesitate. I bent down over it and took it in my mouth. "Ohh… fuck," he said, and his hips jerked up off the bed. I took him deep, all the way down until he hit the back of my throat, and then I pulled back up slowly with my tongue flat against the underside and my lips tight,
Chapter 3 - Remedy to LonelinessI drove home with the radio off and the windows cracked and the cold air on my face, and I didn't think about what I'd just agreed to. I made a point of not thinking about it. I got home a little after nine and parked and sat in the car with my hands on the wheel for a few minutes like I always did.The apartment was dark except for the kitchen light. Mark was on the couch with his laptop on his knees and his phone face-down on the armrest beside him, and he looked up when I came in and said, "Hey," and I said, "Hey," and that was the whole conversation.I went into the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror for a minute and looked at myself. Twenty-three, still pretty, dark hair, dark eyes, a body I took care of because it was the one thing in my life I still had control over. I looked at myself for a long time and then I took my clothes off and put on the black slip I'd bought a year ago and never worn, the one still folded in the back of the dra







