What Happens in the Dark

The house was quiet and dark. My room was just as dark.

It was after midnight, and everyone in the house was asleep.

Well, except me.

I was laying in my childhood bed, waiting.

I couldn't see anything in the dark, but if I did the mirror on my ceiling would reflect my half naked body, clad in nothing but two barely there scraps of cloth, both lacy with a florally intricate print and a pale purple.

He loved purple.

I laid flat on my back, my duvet only covering the lower half of my body. My legs were bent and my thighs were spread slightly apart. The anticipation of his arrival was weighing down on me in heavy waves. I was wet and primed by just the thought of him. I knew I would pay for my actions later, but I let my hand slide down my soft body anyway.

I fingered the lining of lace around my panties bikini line. My other hand reached up and dipped into the cup of my bra. I pinched my nipple at the same time my other hand delved into my panties toward my wet heat. I massaged my clit in small circles, spreading my arousal. My pointer and thumb pinched my nipple tightly, the shock of pain shooting straight to my groin. I was so ready I felt an orgasm creep in under a minute.

Just before my peak flooded my body, my door opened softly. It creaked quietly in the still night. His presence filled me with desire and trepidation. My hands shot away from my body automatically and went to my sides, laying flat, palms down.

He didn't waste any time.

I couldn't see him, but I heard him undressing; the unfurling of his pants zipper, the pulling of them down his long muscular legs, then the unmistakable following of his boxers and t-shirt.

His body dipped into my memory foam mattress and loomed over me. Even without sight, I could feel his scorching gaze on my body. He ran a hand down the heated skin of my torso, not stopping till he reached between my legs. I was already panting. When he felt the wetness there he paused. He grabbed the hand that was in my panties and inhaled sharply, smelling my arousal.

"Were you touching yourself, Darling?" He asked in a dangerously soft voice, moving up to straddle me. One of his giant hands travelled to my neck and spread. He gripped slightly, waiting for my response.

"Yes, Sir." I said quietly. My excitement pulsed through me, thrumming in the pulse in my neck under his sadistic hand. I spread my legs wider, though he was straddling my hips. He tsked at me mockingly. His hand began to squeeze gently, then gradually harder.

"You know I'm the only one who touches you. Nobody else, not even you unless I tell you to. I own your pussy. I own you."

He inclined on his knees to gain leverage. He reached down to pull my panties down to my knees. He plunged a finger inside of me and pressed his thumb against my swollen clit. I gasped. It made his hand tighten on my throat.

"Tell me I own you. Tell me what's mine."

His hand loosened enough to let me speak. I whimpered in protest. He squeezed again once in a warning. He brought his face very very close to mine. I could almost see it. When his breath mingled with mine I lifted my head in an attempt to touch his lips with mine.

I didn't get the connection I sought. He growled menacingly and pressed me down roughly into the mattress by his hand. "Tell me, Darling. Now."

"I'm yours. My pussy is yours. My whole body is yours. Please, Draven. Touch me harder."

was still, but his hand on my neck gripped more forcefully. "You know I'm not Draven when it's just

to appease him for the time being and he began moving his hand against my pussy. The sensation

mind blowing. It only fueled the fire inside of

me sometimes,

that. The

and twisted both to hit that soft spot inside of me. His thumb dug roughly into my clit as

I knew what he wanted, because I wanted it just

I feel your pussy pulsing. You're shaking, Darling. Should

ever so slightly for me to reply. "Yes, Master. Please let me come. I'm sorry for touching myself. I was just so ready for you. I couldn't help myself." I sobbed in my messily delivered beg. I was so desperate to come, to feel his cock inside of

He released a mocking coo, his fingers and thumb

will never touch yourself again

I didn't hesitate. "I

the crook of my neck. I felt it pull into a cold smile. "I want to keep choking you. But sadly I can't leave any visible marks on you."

the pain as much as the pleasure. It was my vice. I didn't care about the marks, though I knew very well that I should. My logical side just wasn't in

mustn't. Can't leave visible marks. Make no mistake, though, I would gladly if only I could. I do,

clasp. His hand moved down to my left nipple. His mouth covered the right. He began sucking as his finger began pinching and twisting. While his fingers and thumb moved slowly in and over my pussy,

tried not to cry out too loud, but it was an effort, an effort in

suffice, Darling?" He asked me in

distress. I needed to come so badly. Needed it like I needed air to breathe. "Yes, Master. Please

me sped up. My arousal echoed around us, making

my lip so hard, I felt my teeth break skin.

cared less. "Oh, god. Please let me come. I can't. I-I

every fiber inside me to hold myself off. My whole body was trembling so severely I feared I'd

pity on me. "Come, Darling. Give it to

In a flammable rush my body convulsed. My pussy rippled with heady sensation, clenching on his fingers again and again, my moans practically forming into screams until he muffled them with his sinful hand. My legs wouldn't stop thrashing and locking, thrashing and locking. His mouth bit, and his fingers thrust until each wave finished it's crashing tide. It didn't stop for endless minutes. The pleasure was so great I thought the sensations alone would send me into another

wasn't disappointed for long, though. As his body shifted between my legs, he brought his mouth to mine. I opened for him without hesitation and let him dominate. His

his mouth and drew on it like he did my nipples. My sex released a withering clench and I whimpered weakly at the ache it brought forth. I tried to put my hands on his shoulders,

it happens again I will punish you and you will

"Yes,

again. I kissed back, but

"Now, are you

I spread my legs wider and bent

"You want me inside

"More than anything,

I knew what his beautiful cock looked like even without light. It was long, straight, with bulging veins along its shaft. He was circumcised and perfect, with the thickest girth I had ever had the honor of feeling inside me. My mouth could barely fit it past my lips. It was a deep pink color that blushed red

gave no question as to whether the entry was smooth and