“This is our beginning, Raven.” He knelt down meeting me at eye level. “Surrender is the most difficult step, but it’s a part of who you are. You crave what I can give.”
I gave a tight nod, but couldn’t find my voice.
“I’ve seen the way you respond to my touch and how you bend to my authority. I promise to give you everything you need, take only what you can give, and devote myself to being the master you need. I wish we had met under different circumstances. I would have liked to have taken you slowly and introduced you to this life differently, but your father made that impossible. I ask that you forgive me for the pain I’ve caused you.”
“Master…it’s not.”
He placed a finger to my lips. “It’s necessary. I need your forgiveness.”
My lashes grew wet from unshed tears, but I gave a nod. “I forgive you.”
He tugged me to his chest and held me tight. It was just the two of us, two souls bound by an indescribable force, needs and wants which tied our lives together. The beat of his heart, deep, solid, strong and true, set a rhythm which mine met. Even our breathing came together as time stood still.
Xavier took to his feet and undid his buckle. “It’s time to please your master, slave.”
He would take and I would give. The ebb and flow of our roles formed the structure of my new life. The rasping of his zipper sounded as he unzipped his pants. I gazed up at him while he pulled out his long length, grasping it in his powerful hands. He stood before me, staring down, hand gripping the root of his shaft as his eyes blazed with lust.
“I’ve thought of nothing but this moment for far too many weeks. Are you ready to serve your master?”
Heat bloomed at the apex of my thighs and I held back a needy groan. I wanted to feel his touch upon me, but understood why this came first. This was about me pleasing him, serving him. The rest would come later.
X put his hand on top of my head and rocked his hips toward me, pressing his cock toward my mouth. Deep uneven breaths surged out of his lungs. He moved back, leaving the salty taste of him on my mouth. “Last chance, my sweet Raven. Say the word and all of this stops.”
I glanced up, meeting the heat in his gaze, and shook my head. “I never want this to stop.” And I believed the truth of those words. The future terrified me. I didn’t know what things would look like in a week, a month, or even a year, but I embraced this moment. The rest, I’d figure out along the way.
He held his very prominent erection in his hand, stroking it from root to tip. “Now, open that pretty mouth.” He stepped toward me, his hand moving up and down his shaft in long sure strokes. He placed a hand on my shoulder. My heart leapt at the darkness in his eyes.
He moved his hand to cup the back of my head, then rocked his hips forward, brushing the tip against my teeth. The saltiness of his precum had me opening for him. A single thrust forward and the hot length of him invaded my mouth. He slammed into me, seating himself to the hilt. I gagged as the tip bumped against the back of my throat. He filled me and I couldn’t breathe. I tried to pull back, but he gripped the back of my head, holding me in place.
A groan of satisfaction filled the room as he seated himself deep. He held still, his cock pressing against the back of my throat as I struggled to accommodate him.
“You need me to force you, Raven. You and I both know this. It’s okay to resist, if it becomes too much, tap my thigh three times and I’ll stop.”
I could barely breathe with him filling my mouth, and fought against the urge to gag and hurl the contents of my stomach. But he was right. I needed him to take control and force what I couldn’t give. Now that he had pried his way inside my mouth, the responsibility for what came next was no longer mine. I needed to fight him, but more than that, I needed him to overcome my resistance. Only then could I respect his strength and grant him the authority to master me.
His eyes widened as I took him and licked the underside of his cock. I reached up and gripped his balls, stroking him with my fingers, knowing if not from personal experience but from what I’d read, that he would like it, and was rewarded by a jerk of his hips and an indrawn breath.
“More,” he said. “Harder…squeeze my balls.”
His hand gripped the hair at the crown of my head, fingers twisting in the strands. “God, I want to fuck you. Tell me you want me too.”
I opened my jaw and let him plunge into me.
“Suck,” he hissed. “Wrap your lips around me and suck.”
I breathed around him, not daring to move, as he rocked his hips. His hands held my head in place, even as I tried to rear back. I accepted the intrusion knowing accountability for whatever happened was his and not mine. He took over, thrusting in and out, rocking up and down. When he went too deep, making me gag, he backed off, adjusting his thrusts to the last depth I was able to manage.
He started slow, but the tempo increased, until the end when his thrusts came hard and fast. Panic overcame me and I tapped his thigh.
One. Two.
He slowed down and allowed me to recover. I never tapped a third time. Xavier chased the limits of what I could endure, pushing me to the edge, pulling back, then pushing even harder as he tested my resolve.
He gripped my hair and tugged. I nearly tapped out, but then his breathing changed. He pulled my head to his belly and curled around me as his climax overtook him. As his body shuddered and shook, a deep masculine groan vibrated through his body. I choked on the salty mix as his release slid down my throat. He held me there, breathing deeply, as his erection softened inside my mouth.
“Swallow, slave,” he commanded.
I obeyed and a fire burned in my belly, stoking the unbearable ache between my thighs.
Tears dried on my cheeks. Pressure released from my chest. I had done it. I sent him over the edge. An upwelling of satisfaction filled me and flooded me with pride? Pleasure? Happiness? Satisfaction?
I stared up at him, a feeling of blissful contentment plastered on my tear streaked face. I was a hot needy mess and seconds from begging him to take me. He stepped back, met my gaze with a hooded expression with the flames of lust heating his eyes.
“Never forget you’re my slave, Raven.”
I wiped my chin and regarded him with a mix of emotions.
He pulled out and took a step back. “Raven…”
No response was required, because I felt it; this thing between us. No longer taken, I’d given myself to him. He owned me not as payment of a debt owed, but because I gave myself to him freely. A moment passed between us, but then his fierceness returned.
“Come.” He led me deeper into the room, moving with purpose, as he grabbed a set of leather restraints. “Lay down.”
He pointed to a padded table and I followed without question. He didn’t specify how I should place myself, but I lay on my back, eyes glued to his every move. He went to a drawer and removed a black hood. Fear coiled in my gut. I hated that hood and my entire body shivered.
“I want you to trust me,” he said. “Can you do that?”
My heart jumped in my chest. My breaths quickened. What rights did I have as a willing slave? Were they the same as when I’d been unwilling? Could I refuse? I didn’t know and that paralyzed me.
He came to me, stroking my shoulder, brushing my hair away from my face, trying to ease the panic building within me.
“You can always make this stop. Say the word, call out Red , and I stop, but know this is something I believe you need. Removing your sight heightens your senses.”
“But I’m afraid.”
“I want you to trust me. Believe me when I say I will not harm you. Put your faith in me.”
“But…” I couldn’t tear my eyes from the hood. It terrified me and reminded me of all the times before when I’d been forced to wear it. “Please, not the hood.”
One word would stop everything, but I didn’t want any of this to stop. I needed this. Xavier was right about that. I was here of my own free will. But could I give Xavier what he wanted?
I didn’t know if I could get over the hood.
He bent over me, brushing his lips over mine. The gentleness of the kiss surprised me. I was used to hard and rough; gentle confused me. But, it eased the beating of my heart. Slowed my ragged breaths. I relaxed beneath the gentleness of that kiss.
“Trust.” He slipped the hood over my head.
I could pull it off. He hadn’t restrained my hands, but I decided to trust and prayed my faith wasn’t misplaced. I don’t know if I’ll fully understand everything which came next. The expectations in my head didn’t prepare me for what followed. Xavier wrapped the leather restraints around my wrists and ankles. Those he attached to rings bolted to the table. I was bound and unable to move. Hooded and blind.
He began by running his fingers over my shoulder, across my collar bone, and to my other shoulder. His light touch moved down first one arm and then another, bringing goosebumps to my skin. I shivered beneath his touch. His lips followed, taking the same leisurely path as I ached for more beneath his touch. I heard him move around me, check my circulation in hands and feet, then walk away. Drawers opened and closed, bringing all kinds of images to my head.
A sadist, Xavier loved pain. Pain turned him on. Forcing me to endure excited him. I expected the worst and therefore wasn’t prepared for what came next. He took what I decided must be a feather, and traced every curve of my body. I writhed on the table, squirming away from the delicate touch. Something soft came next, not silk, but some other fabric which felt buttery smooth. Something cold touched my skin, but warmed immediately. It was hard, curved, and I had no idea what it might be. Then he tickled me, running something sharp across my skin. With more pressure, I had no doubt it would hurt, but he used the lightest of touches. I felt pinpricks, nothing more, and moaned beneath his touch. Not once did he touch my most private places, leaving my breasts and pussy achingly untouched during the delicious torment he subjected me to.
In between implements, he surprised me with the heat of his mouth. I screamed when he sucked my nipple into his mouth, not expecting the touch, or my body’s reaction. I arched into him, pressing against his mouth, needy and aching for more. He deepened the suction on my nipple, drawing out a deep soulful moan from my lips. I jerked in my restraints as his hand moved over my belly and settled over my mound.
Without warning, he pressed his finger to my clit and I let out an agonized scream. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves then dipped between my thighs, finding the wetness of my slit. A single thrust and he was inside.
My heart beat too fast. My breaths came too fast. I couldn’t help but breathe him in. His rich scent of spice and musk intoxicated my senses as his body enveloped me with an explosion of erotic need. Coiling inside of me, tension demanded release. I panted against my bonds and gasped as his fingers crooked forward. Unintelligible sounds spilled from my throat.
“My sweet Raven.” He stroked in and out, firing up all the nerves, until I writhed beneath him, moaning and begging for more. “I take what I want, and give you what you need. You’re powerless to stop me. Your submission is my drug, just as the power I hold over you is yours.”
My climax swelled and I felt like I was going to explode.
His thumb swirled around my clit, and I prayed he wouldn’t stop. My release was only a few strokes away. It was an inevitability. His fingers crooked up and continued to stimulate my g-spot. I cried out as he brought me to the brink and held me on the edge.
“Pleasure is your drug, but pain is mine. We’re two sides of the same coin: Yin and Yang, hard and soft, strong and weak. We’re the knife’s edge when pain becomes pleasure.” Another stroke kept me hovering on the edge of bliss. He branded me with desire. His voice trickled power down my spine and turned me to ash with a whisper of truth. He gripped my throat, establishing his dominance, and squeezed, stealing my ability to breathe. My mind went wild, trapped between two disparate sensations; pleasure mixed with pain.
My mind swam in vicious circles, my thoughts stumbling and drowning, no longer eager for release. He stroked me, enflamed me, and I caved beneath his power. He controlled my body, choking off my air, as he stroked me to climax.
“Come for me slave,” he said with a whisper.
I gave in to his power and surrendered to his control. I couldn’t stop myself. With a flick of his thumb against my clit, he sent me tumbling over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and my world splintered into a million pieces. My pussy clenched around his fingers, my heat pulsing against him as I cried out. He ripped off the hood and captured my screams with his mouth. His lips embraced mine, taking my cries into his lungs. He devoured me and released his grip on my throat.
“Imagine what it will feel like with my cock inside you.” He brushed my lips with his. “I can’t wait to bury myself deep into your wet heat.”
I gasped as he forced me to look him in the eyes, because I wanted that too. I wanted everything this man promised.
He ran his fingers up and down my slit, plunging in deep. Another orgasm began to build. The inevitability of it flared to life under the command of his hand. His finger stroked and I crested, a barreling flurry of sensations crashing toward me. I gasped as his finger breached my barriers, slipping between my folds. He stroked my sensitive nub with his thumb, stimulating my clit, while his fingers curled within me and brought a moan to my lips.
But then he pulled his fingers out and lifted his body from mine. I gasped with the loss of him.
He gave me a smirk as he undid the restraints holding me in place. He took three things out of his pocket and placed them on the table as I quivered beside him.
“Do you know what day it is, my sweet Raven?”
“No, Master.” I’d lost track of what day it was weeks ago.
He huffed a low laugh. “It’s Friday. Our first weekend together. I think Xavier and Raven need some time to get to know one another. Master and slave will wait.
“Xavier,” I looked deep into his eyes and met the fierceness of his love. I had given myself to a master and found the heart of a man.
“My sweet Raven, it’s time I take you to bed.”
I understood nothing about this new life, but then again, I understood it all. He had no choice in taking me and saved me from a much worse fate. After everything we’d been through, he needed to know this was what I truly wanted. What he needed, and what he would take from me, made me shiver with the most delicious anticipation. In setting me free, I had found a new home.