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."

The hand down south was still, but his hand on my neck gripped more forcefully. "You know I'm not Draven when it's just the two of us.

Master." That seemed to appease him for the time being and he began moving his hand against

was intoxicating, electrifying, and completely mind blowing. It only fueled the fire inside of me that raged at his touch. Add

sometimes, but

I was his. It was as simple as that. The forbidden air of his touch was icing

his satisfied growl only confirmed that. He added another finger into my cunt and twisted both to hit that soft spot inside of me. His thumb dug roughly into my clit

wanted, because I wanted it just as

to coming, aren't you, my little vixen? I feel your pussy pulsing. You're shaking, Darling. Should I let

His tight grip loosened 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

mocking coo, his fingers and thumb ceasing their movements.

never touch yourself again without

I didn't hesitate.

neck. I felt it pull into a cold smile. "I want to keep choking you. But sadly I

a soft protest. "Please keep choking me. Don't stop," I begged, nearly out of my mind with the vitality of it. I needed 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

feather light kisses on my neck. "Forgive me, Darling. I mustn't. Can't leave visible marks. Make no mistake, though, I would gladly if only I could. I do, however, have a solution

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

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

Darling?" He asked

badly. Needed it like I needed air to breathe.

He honored my request in kind, and the fingers inside me sped up. My arousal echoed around us, making me

lip so hard, I felt my teeth break skin.

that was, but at the time, I couldn't have cared less. "Oh, god. Please let me come. I can't. I-I can't-" My voice choked

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

He took pity on

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

of my head before I could get there. I 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 tongue thrusted in and out in a rolling motion. He pulled back

it like he did my nipples. My sex released a withering clench and I whimpered weakly at the ache it

happen again. If it happens again I will punish

again. I kissed back, but only at his leisure, letting him control the

"Now, are you ready

my legs wider and bent them again. "Oh, yes.

"You want me inside

"More than anything,

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 when it filled

fluidly. The sopping mound of my sex gave no question as to whether the entry was smooth and effortless. My walls immediately tightened around him. He rooted deep until his balls pressed against