Dark Desires (6 page)

“Good morning.” He stroked a hand down
her hair. “Did you sleep well?”

She smiled. “Yes, I did. Master,” she
added.

“I’ve had many women in my bed, as you
know doubt know,” he said, trailing his thumb along her cheek, “but I’ve never
seen any that sleeps like you. You looked like an angel, with your long lashes
and rosebud mouth. I couldn’t help but start kissing you.”

Katherine was proud that she only blushed
a little beneath his compliments. “I like it when you kiss me too,” she told
him, pressing her lips to his again. His arms came loosely around her as he
kissed her tenderly—long, slow, and sweet. Her body heated—not the
torrid rush of passion from before but gradual, like a flower blooming beneath
the sun’s rays. His hands slid down her back to cup her cheeks, pressing her
firmly against his hardening cock.

“I need you,” he murmured roughly against
her lips before trailing then down the column of her throat. He gently bit down
on the area right above the hollow leading down to her collar bone.

“Anything you want, Master,” she said on
a sigh of pleasure as he stroked her with hands and lips and tongue.

“You may touch me if you like,” he told
her, his hands on her breasts. She placed her own hands on his shoulders and
ran then up and down her back, feeling his muscles flex as he played with her
nipples. Her feet came up to find his cock, and she stroked it with her soles,
moving them up and down as she’d done with her mouth last night. His groan made
her smile.

“You have very talented feet,” he
growled, tonguing her earlobe.

“Thank you, Master.” She gasped as he
swirled his tongue in her ear. “You have a very talented tongue.” He chuckled.

They took their time exploring each
other’s bodies, and Katherine relished finally having free rein to touch him
where she liked. She found that his hard, brown nipples were especially
responsive—she dragged her tongue over him the way he did hers and was
rewarded with shivering groans. She fondled his sac between his legs as she
stroked his cock, and found that when she touched the spot just behind it his
eyes would close and a low, throaty groan would come up from his chest. His
sexual responses were bold and completely unashamed, which aroused her
unbearably. Before she met him she never would have imagined that pleasuring a
man could be so pleasurable.

Eventually he’d had enough, and had bound
her wrists over her head with one hand while he pleasured her with the fingers
of his other one. He didn’t need ice cubes to make her pussy throb. Only when
she was gasping from her third orgasm did he allow her to draw her legs up
around his waist and enter her.

This time he went at a leisurely pace,
pressing the length of his body as he held her wrists, kissing her as he worked
his cock inside her. His tongue fucked her mouth in time to his thrusts, and
she took him in gladly, greedily. The pleasure built more slowly, more steadily
than it had last time, but when it finally crested over them it was no less
intense. Rather than a tidal wave crashing, she felt as though she was being
lifted into the clouds, and floated back gently as a snowflake on a breeze.

“Will you stay?” he asked, nuzzling her
neck.

“Stay?”

“With me. As my lover. I want you to be
mine. Only mine.”

Her mind drifted back to the night of
pleasure they’d had; to how he’d opened her eyes, awakened her sexual side. No
man had ever taken an interest in her the way he had, to the extent that he
took the time to care for her pleasure, to teach her new things about herself
and her body rather than focusing on his own pleasure. She had liked the things
they had done together, and even though she’d always been taught that such
things were taboo, she felt no shame in it. In fact, her body practically
glowed with pleasure and happiness that she’d finally found a man who was
willing to be a sexual partner in the truest sense of the word.

“I would love to,” she told him, running
her fingers through his hair. “What you showed me last night was… incredible. I
want more of that.”

“What I’ve shown you is only the
beginning,” he told her with a wicked grin. “There is plenty left for me to
teach you as your Master.”

“I am more than willing to stick around
and be your student,” she told him with a grin of her own.

“I am glad to hear it. Do you have time
for another lesson?”

“Always.”

He wrapped his arms around her, and she
kissed him.

Several months later…

Katherine gasped at the shock of cold as
Mark fastened a pair of clamps, made icy from the freezer, to her protruding nipples.
She was on her knees in front of the fireplace in his living room, and the heat
from the roaring fire in the hearth against her naked body only made the contrast
that much sharper. Her hands were bound behind her back, a blindfold around her
head, so that she was forced to rely purely on sound and sensation.

She could feel a very slight displacement
of air around her as her Master walked a slow circle around her; she knelt at
attention, her body stiff as a bow as she waited in anticipation. He’d not told
her his plans when he’d walked through the door that evening, but she knew he
was in a mood; he’d had to fire an employee today for directly going against his
orders and screwing up a multi-million dollar deal. At the end of the day he’d
sent her back to his mansion ahead of him and told her to be naked and waiting
for him on the hearth rug in his bedroom.

When he’d walked through the double doors
of his bedroom, a slight shiver had gone down her spine at the dangerous glint
in his eye. He’d started up the fire, fixed the blindfold on her eyes and told
her not to say a single word. She knew that he expected, no, needed, complete
obedience from her tonight after having to deal with the man who had so
blatantly flaunted disregard for his authority.

Still, he hadn’t said she couldn’t make
any sound, and so she cried out freely when she felt the sting of a riding crop
against her bottom. Holding herself rigid, she tilted her head to the ceiling
as she took the flogging, savoring each sting, each crack that snapped through
the air. In her mind’s eye she imagined the welts that were rising on her
smooth, creamy skin, and her breath grew sharper, faster. She always traced the
markings lovingly afterward; they were a gift, as far as she was concerned.

It hadn’t always been this way, she
reflected briefly even as her body sang with the pleasure/pain. In the
beginning she’d been nervous, even against the idea of letting Mark inflict
pain on her. But these past few weeks he’d shown her just how good it could be.

“Very good, Katherine,” he said, his deep
voice like a physical caress along her spine. She whimpered when he tugged on
the nipple clamps, sending twin lances of pleasure and pain through the front
of her. Wetness dribbled down the inside of her left thigh; her pussy ached so
badly it was all she could do not to beg him for release. “I think you’ve
earned a reward.”

There was a slight rustling behind her,
followed by a tiny crack, and then she gasped when she felt the wet, icy shock
of an ice cube pressed directly between her shoulder blades. He slid it slowly,
torturously down the curve of her spine, lingering at the small of her back.
She bit her lip when the ice came in contact with the welts, as he traced the
shrinking cube along each line. Once he followed the trail of ice with his hot
tongue, eliciting a surprised moan of pleasure from her.

“You’re so hot,” he murmured against her
skin. “You’re burning up my ice.”

She heard another small crack that she
recognized as the sound of an ice cube being removed from a tray, and tensed,
expecting the cold against her bottom again. Instead she felt hot, muscled
flesh; strong arms banding around her as she was pulled against her Master’s
chest. The hairs on his chest teased her bare skin, and she smiled slightly as
his hard cock rubbed lightly between the globes of her ass. Her head fell back
against his shoulder as she offered her neck, but he only nuzzled briefly.

“You’re so ready,” he whispered against
her ear. “But there’s more. Much more.”

He pressed the ice cube against her clit,
and she screamed. The chuckle vibrating against her ear was low and dangerous,
and he dug strong fingers into her hip to keep her from bucking as he continued
to torture her, sliding the ice cube against her folds, mingling the icy burn
of the melting water with her juices. When he slid a finger inside her pussy,
her entire body trembled as she clenched around him. It only took a second finger
and two quick thrusts before she came, barely managing to hold back his name on
her lips as she screamed her pleasure.

There was no time for her to recover; he
pushed her legs open and slammed his cock into her while she was still riding
the waves of the orgasm. Her thigh muscles quivered as she took it; with her
hands bound, she had nothing else for leverage. She came twice before he pushed
forward onto the ground and spewed his seed all over her back, her name on his
lips the sweetest thing she’d ever heard. She lay there for a long moment,
listening to the crackle of the fire and the sound of their breathing, then let
out a quiet sigh when he undid her bonds and her blindfold.

“Come,” he commanded as he pulled her to
her feet. “Let’s take a bath.”

* * *

In the morning, she cracked open an eye
and rolled over, her muscles loose and limber from the massage he’d given her
last night. The welts still smarted, but she relished the pain; it was a
constant reminder of her sexual growth, of her good fortune that a man like him
would take it upon himself to teach a woman like her.

Mark was up already, standing buck-naked
in front of his wardrobe as he decided what to wear. The early morning light
glinted off his black hair, which she knew from running her fingers through it
was thick and wavy and sinful. Definition was carved into every muscle of his
powerfully built body; his broad back flexed as he rifled through his shirts,
his ass and thigh muscles rippled as he shoved his legs through a pair of
slacks that cost more than she made in six months. It always made her
incredibly hot at work to know that he wore nothing beneath them.

He turned, then, and his eyes, the color
of black coffee, met hers with that intensity that always took her breath away.
A lazy, predatory smile curved his lips as he strolled toward her with that
slow, rolling gait that made her think of a panther prowling his domain. The
bed creaked under his weight as he settled on the edge of the bed, his big hand
cupping the side of her face.

“You sleep in too late,” he murmured,
leaning down to brush his lips gently against hers.

“You get up too early,” she countered
sleepily, but she stretched her arms overhead as she sat up, letting the sheet
fall to her waist. Mark’s eyes latched hungrily onto her nipples, which were
pinker and slightly enlarged from last night’s activities. Lowering his head,
he tongued one of them, and she sucked in a sharp breath—they were still
sore.

“We can’t afford to be late today,” he
said with a regretful sigh as he pulled back. “Ride with me this morning. We
have things to discuss.”

Puzzled, Katherine showered and dressed
quickly, then grabbed a bagel and some fruit from the kitchen before sliding
into the passenger’s seat of Mark’s silver Mercedes. He was silent for several
minutes, and she took the opportunity to eat her bagel. She was licking crumbs
off her fingers when he finally spoke.

“I imagine that you haven’t bothered to
check, but you have vacation time coming up next week.”

“I do?” Katherine frowned as she pulled
out her organizer and flipped through the book. “Oh. Yes, you’re right. Do you
need me to postpone it?”

“That would be against company policy,”
he said dryly, “and I’ve already broken more than once company policy with
you.”

Katherine only grinned. “Well, I guess
I’ll just have to take a vacation then. Although now I need to figure out where
I’m going to go.”

“Actually, I was hoping you might stay.”

Katherine blinked. “But I thought you
said I had to take a vacation?”

“You do. But that doesn’t mean you have
to leave.”

“What would I do here?” she asked,
frowning. “I know that right now you can’t afford to take time off yourself, so
it’s not as if you would be with me.”

He smiled. “I was thinking it would be
the perfect time to try out a contract.”

“A contract?”

The smile turned wicked. “It’s an
agreement between a Master and a Slave, in which the Slave freely gives herself
in every aspect to her Master. It would be a very specific contract, outlining
exactly what is expected of both parties, and for how long, but basically for a
week you would be mine to do whatever I choose with, and completely devoted to
my pleasure.”

The car was silent for a moment as
Katherine thought, though she wondered briefly whether or not Mark could hear
the pounding of her pulse, which had skyrocketed. This contract thing sounded
like a big step. As it was, even though she obeyed Mark in all things within
the confines of the bedroom (or the office, or the closet, or wherever they
might be when he decided he wanted her), she was still allowed to be herself in
all other ways. But if she agreed to this, she would have to acquiesce to every
whim and desire of his for an entire week. Her life would be not her own, but
his.