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I knew it was over the moment I heard his voice.
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I knew it was over the moment I heard his voice. I saw the familiar number come up on my phone and immediately I started shaking. Mechanically, I pressed the answer button and raised the phone to my ear, heart pounding in my throat. Two years. It had been two years since I'd last seen him or heard from him, but even now, all it took was the sound of his voice in my ear to make my pulse spike and words fail. "I've missed you." Deep, dulcet, utterly in control. I could almost hear his lips curling into a smirk as he spoke. It had always astounded me how the most conventional words took on new meaning when they came from him, and every ounce of that meaning promised sex and demanded my compete surrender. I licked my lips, trying to find my own voice. It came out with more rasp than usual, arousal and fear making it hard to breathe. "I-t's been a long time. I thought you were in Germany still." His answering chuckle drove through me like a spike. "I had to come back when I found out you were getting married. There's no way I'm going to let my favorite pet go to some other man without reminding you one last time who really owns you." My knees buckled and I had to grab onto the counter next to me. The sound of a knock on the door startled me, my head rearing up and eyes wide. "Come to the door, Vanessa." Just as I had picked up the phone without really thinking, my body seemed to move without my permission. Step after hesitant step took me to the front door, my hand trembling violently as it reached out, took the knob, and turned it. The door swung open and there he was. I'm not short by any means, in fact, at 5'8" I'm decently tall for a woman. But he had always towered over me, in height as well as presence. Artfully messy blonde hair crowned his head nearly a foot above my own. The only thing soft about him was the color of his eyes, the ever changing grey-blue of a winter sky framed by a strong brow, high cheekbones, and an aquiline nose. His perpetual 5 o'clock shadow, thin lips that always seemed to hold the faintest hint of a secretive smile, the line of his neck down to broad shoulders and strong arms that had held me in our quieter moments... He was exactly how I'd remembered. My Roman god, my Apollo. But I knew that for all his golden glow, behind those beautiful eyes a demon lurked. He was my Mephistopheles and I, the hapless Faust, had sold my soul to him long ago before I knew the consequences of catching this man's eye. The door closed and large work-roughed hands cupped my face, pulling me from the grip of memory. I met his gaze, paralyzed as he leaned in, studying me as closely as I had him moments ago. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze sweet over me, taking in every minute difference in my appearance. My brown eyes were the same as always, of course, but now freckles dusted my rosy cheeks. I was thinner than when he'd last seen me, healthier, the result of treating myself more kindly and learning to seek comfort from places other than food. I quivered as his hands ghosted down my sides over my nightgown, over my curves, exploring me without granting any real touch. He smiled. He was pleased. My heart stuttered in my chest. "Love has been good to you, little one." He pushed a lock of my auburn hair back behind my ear. "You were beautiful before, but now you are extraordinary. I almost regret my decision to let you go after I have you one more time." He took the phone still held limply in my hand, switched it off, and tossed it aside before scooping me up and flinging me over his shoulder in an undignified flop. I squeaked and started to struggle, finally broken from the trance he'd put me in by the shock that he could actually lift me now. "Marcus, w-what are you doing?! I can't! Please, put me down! I can't do this! I'm getting married!" A solid smack to my ass made me yelp and fall silent, a little stunned. The old part of me, the side he had trained so well, screamed at me to stop resisting, that I would only make it worse, the familiar mix of panic, anticipation, and arousal almost too much to bear. It had been so long. The hand that had struck me slipped under the hem of my gown and rested on my ass over the thin cotton of my panties. I went still. "If you're done with your little tantrum now, I would appreciate if you would stop thrashing around." He was carrying me through the apartment now, somehow knowing exactly where to find my bedroom. The hand that wasn't holding me firmly in place pushed the door open and we entered. He set me down on the purple comforter, slipped his suit jacket off and started to undo his tie. I shrunk back against the pillows, watching him with eyes wide and lower lip trembling. I was scared. But I was also excited. I couldn't help myself, I wanted this. I wanted him in spite of everything, and it would be so easy to just give in... "Pet." I met his gaze again, a little surprised by my own audacity. I knew his rules, but some part of me insisted on breaking them. I had looked him in the eyes. I had talked back. I had resisted. Oh my god, I had called him by his first name. I started to tremble again. He pulled his tie free of his collar and looked down at me, face unreadable for a moment. "I should punish you for your outburst, but we don't have enough time to truly savor it." Another smile. "Besides, I kind of like this bit of backbone you seem to have grown while I was away. So in light of this being our final time together, I will let your impertinence slide." I could hardly believe my good luck. I had never gotten out of punishment before. The tension in my body eased a little. But I knew I wasn't out of the woods yet. His shirt was unbuttoned now, gaping open to reveal that broad, tanned chest as he sat down on the edge of the bed and beckoned me to him. "Instead of punishment, you can show me how sorry you are for your actions." I knew what he wanted, and I couldn't help licking my lips at the thought. He'd always known I had a weakness, a fixation. Of course he would exploit it. I hesitantly slid from the bed and crawled on all fours to where he sat. Sitting with my legs curled under me, I reached out one trembling hand and laid it on his powerful thigh. I could feel the heat of his skin radiating through his pants. I slid my hand up his leg and he let out a murmur, that deep voice sending a shiver up my back. My hand stopped just short of the bulge stretching the fabric taut at his crotch, fingers hovering a scant inch above it. I peeked up at him through my eyelashes, places deep inside of me tightening at the look in his eyes as he watched me. Not breaking his gaze, I undid the button and zipper. He lifted his hips slightly so I could ease down his pants and underwear, his cock springing free and drawing an involuntary gasp from me. I'd never truly forgotten how magnificent he was, but memory was one thing and reality, entirely different. Nearly as thick around as my wrist, it stood tall with just the slightest curve to its length, sprouting from a soft thatch of golden curls. I wrapped my hand around it at the base, marveling at how my fingers barely met around the velvet thickness. I heard the sharp intake of his breath as I touched him and a thrill went through me. This had always been my favorite act, borne from the rebellious side of me, a way I could take control without breaking the rules. Before I could lose my courage, I leaned forward. My lips pressed to the tip, leaving a kiss there before making a path down the shaft to his balls. I kissed those as well, taking the moment to breathe in the<b> intoxicating </font></b>scent that only Marcus seemed to have. One inhale of that peppery, sweet musk stirred more memories than anything else had, memories of limbs bound and black silk across my eyes. Unable to see or touch, only feel and taste and surrender. I had never been as wet as in that moment. One large hand buried itself in my hair, tugging me gently back up from my exploration. Breathless, I parted my lips and finally took him into my mouth, drawing a groan from Marcus that had me shuddering and my nipples straining against my nightgown. I could barely fit him in my mouth, lips stretched around his girth. Taking an inch at a time, him guiding me down, my lips met my hand around the base of him. A little thrill went through me, a note of panic as I took my hand away and continued my descent, trying to relax my throat. I couldn't fit him all, but almost, so close to the base. Holding my breath, I stayed there for a moment, my throat working around his cock as I looked up at him with hooded eyes. He caressed my cheek as a strange look came into his eyes. “You look so perfect like this.” I drew back, letting myself breathe, sucking along his length until I reached the top and lapped at the tip, listening to his words. “Everything about you makes me want to dirty you, to break you down. On your knees, my cock in your mouth.” He chuckled. “All that's missing are some restraints and you not in that nightgown.” I pulled back off his cock, a faint smile on my lips. I'd already come this far, there was no point in resisting anymore. I bit my lip, looking up at Marcus through my lashes and said what I knew he wanted to hear. “Maybe you should fix that then... Master.” Heat went through his eyes, turned stormy in the moment. He abruptly stood up, pulling me to my feet by a firm grip on my wrist. My legs weak from kneeling, I stumbled at so suddenly being on my feet, but it didn't matter because he was there, arms enveloping me, drawing the nightgown over my head. He crushed my bare body to his clothed, warm hands sliding up my torso to cup my breasts, thumbs passing over my nipples and pulling a quiet gasp from my lips. Those large hands continued their path up, bringing my arms above my head before pinning them together at the wrist. His tie was suddenly in his hands, wrapping around my hands in practiced movements. With the knots firmly in place, he let me lower my hands and turned me to face the bed. “Lay down on your stomach, pet.” I quickly complied, the softness of my comforter cradling me as I waited, heart pounding. The bed dipped behind me as he climbed on. Long fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties and slowly drew them down, leaving me completely bare and at his mercy. His hand smoothed over my ass and I automatically lifted my hips, eager to be touched. The hand pulled away, then descended with a loud smack. I yelped and glared at him over my shoulder but he just chuckled. My skin tingled pleasantly despite my indignation. “Master, I thought you weren't going to punish me?” I dared to say, trying not to pout. He smirked, caressing the throbbing hand print he'd left on my skin, making me squirm. “Relax, This isn't punishment, this is pleasure. Don't pretend like you don't enjoy it.” He spanked me again, on the other cheek this time. He always was fond of symmetry. Another strike drew a soft cry from my lips and heat flooded my skin, but the more I squirmed the harder the spanking became. My hands clutched at the sheets as he struck one more time before pulling my hips up from the bed, forcing me onto all fours. I tried to keep my thighs together but he pushed them apart with ease before gently running a finger over the wetness between my thighs. I shuddered, unsure whether to lean into the touch or pull away. He leaned over me, his breath bringing goosebumps on my neck as he whispered into my ear. I felt the length of him pressed against my ass, looming large and full of promise. “See, Vanessa? You might try to act pure and vanilla now with that little fiance of yours, but we both know your body needs this to feel alive. You are so wet. I could take you right now, push every inch of me,” He thrust against me, not entering, just teasing, “into your tight little pussy, stretching you wide, ruining you. Fucking you so deeply you feel it in your throat. Riding you hard until you beg me to stop.” He slid a finger inside of me and I arched my back with a gasp. “Is this what you want, pet? My fingers spreading you, or do you want my thick, hard, cock, fucking you until you think you'll break?” “Please, please, oh god!” I was incoherent with need. The words came out as a babble as he added another finger, thrusting them inside me just a little too hard. Just as I wanted it. Another warm chuckle was all I got before he withdrew the fingers and took hold of my hips, lining himself up before thrusting into me. My world exploded, pain and pleasure taking over with a scream as my body tried to take in his large cock. Inch by thick inch bore into me, his bruisingly hard grip holding me in place as my pussy strained to accept it all. I kept thinking I would break, something would tear and the pain would go from being perfectly erotic to truly agonizing, but somehow I took it. I took it all. “God, I forgot how damned tight you are.” His voice was breathless as he paused for a moment, finally fully seated behind me, his hips flush against my ass. My mind was reeling but his voice anchored me. “Are you ready, pet? I'm going to fuck you raw.” I managed the barest of nods and he began to move. The pace he set was too much but just perfect. It was all I could not to cry out with every inward thrust, the tip of him hitting parts of me that I couldn't help flinching. One of his hands found my hair and pulled me up, arms wrapping around my torso. He had absolute control, all I could do is take it. Impaled on his cock, I came so hard my vision darkened and my body convulsed before going limp in his embrace. But he wasn't done with me. Holding me in place, he continued his punishing pace, using my body for his pleasure even as I grew too sensitive in the afterglow and couldn't help the cries leaving my lips. The thrusts turned brutal and his mouth found my neck, teeth sinking into my skin and pulling another scream from me as he thrust deeply one last time before spilling his seed inside my abused pussy. We collapsed forward, his cock still inside me as he rolled onto his side and held me in place, refusing to let go as the involuntary clenching of my body milked the last of his cum. We were laying there, still entwined and fighting for air, when the door opened and Andrew, my fiance, walked in. |
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