Not Even Death-Eternally Your Master (7 page)

“Yes Sir, use me as your hole, use my body to
please you.” She said stoking the fire. The blaze behind her own
eyes was almost out of control as she surrendered.

“You need to come for me don’t you slut? Come
all over me Cali…I want to see you writhing on my cock as you come.
I’ve seen you do it so many beautiful times, this time, do it for
me.” The longing in her eyes fueled him, he’d seen that look before
and now he would experience it first-hand.
This would be for
him
.

“Yes Sir, please….” She could barely utter
the words as she was swept away by the approach of the release.

“Do it now baby… come with me…while I use
you…this is for my pleasure.” He could feel her pussy starting to
tighten, she was just about there. He fucked her harder, staring
into her hungry, golden eyes.

She began to feel the pulsing, the blood
rushing to her lips, making them full around his cock. The mounting
rhythm became stronger and she arched forward trying to get more of
him inside. She needed everything right now. His upward thrusts
kept with the beat of her aching wetness. The more deliberate the
thrusts the more intense the rhythm became. It continued to
accelerate, reaching toward the sky, lifting her to the highest
point…holding her there, just long enough to touch the moon. Then
slowly, it ascended in a fluid motion, leaving the quake as
evidence that it had even been real.

Derrick watched in amazement at the glorious
creature on his shaft. He released powerfully into the warm,
vibration as she continued to shudder in his arms. He held her up
against the wall until her movements ceased. Then, he gently, slid
her down the bricks until she was on her feet.

“Clean up your mess baby.” He said, daring
her with the sweet command, motioning to his come soaked balls.

Without a second’s hesitation, Cali knelt
against the wall and tongued him clean. When she was done she
searched his face.

“That was beyond beautiful Cali.” He reached
down and pulled her to her feet, kissing her sweetly.

I’m glad you’re pleased Sir.” She said,
looking down at the dirt of the alley. The faint smile was there
again.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Once in the car Derrick reached out to her.
“You’re very pleasing Cali. Markus trained you so well.”

She was glad for the darkness. She didn’t
want Derrick to see her blush. She was not prideful and didn’t want
him to get the wrong impression. She did need to hear those words
though, they kept her centered.
Well trained, by Markus
.

He turned the key in the ignition and the car
came alive—so much for the darkness. Her legs still quivered from
the intensity of the orgasm he’d taken from her. She knew he could
feel it. Her cheeks grew hot again.

He pushed her legs apart as they drove toward
the estate. His fingers settling on her sensitive sweet- spot made
her jump.

“Good, as I hoped. You know we aren’t done.”
He’d be ready for more with the right incentive. A good session
with the floggers might just provide the inspiration he needed. He
smiled in the darkness, but his jaw tightened as he gripped the
wheel. He loved how she trembled at his touch and it was so hard to
restrain his passion.

“Turn toward me. I wanna see you open to me
for the rest of the night.” She followed his command, twisting to
face him with her legs still open. Her breathing slowed as her
heart beat increased.
Breathe baby, you must not forget to
breathe
. She could hear Markus in her heart, and concentrated
on breathing slow and steady.

He pushed her skirt up and pulled the tank
down just enough to get a peek at the little treasures hiding
beneath. His foot remained steady on the accelerator. His composure
hid the barely throttled passion revving inside.

She felt so wonderfully exposed and helpless
as he reached up, pinching her nipples. They stiffened with the
hint of pain. She sat up higher in the seat, turning toward the
pain, opening further to him. She wanted him to see it all.

“So responsive—I’ve always loved that about
you Cali.” He mused. “Remember what I told you about how I’d fuck
you?” The temperature of his desire quickly increased at the
thought. Sitting on idle for the ride was proving to be a
challenge. He wanted her again already.

She thought back, and recalled what he’d said
on Skype. She knew it had Markus written all over it. He’d always
talked about having her fucked like that, beyond her enjoyment. The
idea had been molded into her being and was a constant fantasy.

“Yes Sir, I do.” She said, feeling a rush of
anticipation. The quivering from the orgasm was replaced with
slight, electric pulses spreading throughout her body.

“Before I go…I am going to fuck you until you
beg me to stop. I’ve been instructed to ignore tears...pleas…and
any manipulation. The only thing that’ll make me stop once I begin
is my choice, or your safe-word…Do you understand?” His hand was
reaching toward her again, his eyes never leaving the road, foot
still steady.

She began to tremble, trying to suppress the
building excitement. His fingers reached her wet folds.
Her
secret was out
.

“Just as I expected…” He laughed, keeping his
eyes on the road. “But the plan is to go past your enjoyment—past
your excitement—to make you truly selfless as you’re taken.” He’d
thought Markus was out of his mind when he mentioned his plan. He’d
been assured of her response and training for specifically this
task. Derrick had never been able to wrap his head around
Master/slave relationships on this level, but the idea was
enticing.

“Hey, “Calico asked pointedly, before
remembering her place and softening her tone.

“Do you like it…that you can make girls cry
when you fuck them?” She hoped he’d say yes;
if he said no she
wouldn’t believe him anyway
. She needed him to
truly
enjoy it. Her ability to accept it was dependent upon it.

His cock jumped and grew harder as he
considered his reply. His foot pressed down on the pedal, as his
throttled passions rushed forth, fueling him, igniting sparks,
expanding his girth before being stifled again.
He had to keep
it together, for now
. The tension inside him grew.

He focused on the question. Sure, he
occasionally felt bad about it—but mostly because he liked it so
fucking much.
Something about seeing tears well in a sub’s eyes
while he drove his cock deeper
… He still wrestled with that
side of himself. He was only sporadically sadistic and hadn’t
learned to embrace that inner longing. Markus knew this and time
with Cali was his gift unto that end.

“Well, do you Sir?” His fingers slipped in
between her slippery folds, aiding in and distracting him from his
response. He focused on the road but loved the sweet, wetness
covering his fingers.

“Honestly?” He asked, teasing her while
biding time. They were almost back to the estate and the harsh
session ahead of them would change the tides for awhile.

“Yes, please.” Cali said, releasing a sigh.
Please, please….please!

“Honestly, I think someone wants to find
out…someone’s wet, little slit is begging to know.” He couldn’t
believe how turned on she was. Markus knew his slave alright. Her
response was driving him crazy and he did his best not to react. He
knew it was all he could do not to pull over and show her exactly
how he felt about it.
Thank you Markus!

CHAPTER EIGHT

When they returned to the estate Derrick
quickly took the lead. He had to regain his internal composure if
he would ever finish things as planned. He wanted nothing more than
to throw her down in the grass and take her his way, but this was a
gift given and a gift to receive. Markus was in control.

“So, I’ll allow you to have your choice of
where to play. We can play in the dungeon, or in your gazebo. Which
would you prefer?” His hands were peeling the tank top down her
body, revealing her breasts in the moonlight. Her skin was warm,
face glowing.

Calico considered the options. She hadn’t had
the heart to enter the dungeon for months. Too many ghosts of
memories lingered in the shadows, too much love and energy had been
exchanged within its walls. It was hallowed ground…she just
couldn’t.

The cage was her center, her safe place, the
place of endings and new beginnings. It would be the place, to
start again.

“Not the dungeon, please Sir.” She said,
feeling her skirt breezing down her thighs with a soft swoosh
sound, before hitting the ground. Her hot nakedness was caressed by
the wind and enhanced by the glow of the moon. She was near her
most natural state of being.

Derrick took her shaky hand in his and began
leading her toward the edge of the estate, to the gazebo. Twinkling
lights glistened in the trees, sparkling orbs lit the way and each
of the stones along the path whispered a story. She could feel
Markus’ arms around her, his love carrying her and illuminating the
path for Derrick.

As they neared the gazebo, Calico noticed the
lights were all a glow. She hadn’t seen it like this in so long.
She hadn’t had the heart to bring her surroundings out of the
darkness any more than she’d been able to come out of the fog on
her own.

Derrick looked back to her questioning face.
Small hands covering her mouth, eyes wide and sparkling; steps
stilled in awe. He knew she’d be surprised and would continue to
be.

“He knew you’d never be able to go into the
dungeon this soon Cali.” He tugged gently on her hand, leading her
to the entrance.

She knew it was inevitable and yet she was
unprepared for the reality of it. Derrick had played with her
before, but this was different.
Why is it different Kitten? I’m
still here. You’re doing this for me. Obey
. She heard his voice
in the breeze tickling across her cheeks, curling up and embracing
her. He was right. This
was
for him.

Following the tug, her feet released from
their spot on the ground. The pair walked up the steps and she saw,
it was prepared for play. The pillows lined the bench that curved
around the space, the mattress had been removed. Markus outfitted
the entire thing with hooks and chains that could be easily hidden
away when not in use, she hadn’t seen them in so long. This was her
playground, her safe place.

Without a word Derrick had her blindfolded.
She needed to let go completely, focus on Markus, and his gift. The
loss of visual cues would serve that purpose nicely. One day she’d
be able to surrender to someone else, but not this day. This day
was for Markus.

She stumbled as the darkness engulfed her; he
made sure she didn’t fall. He’d been entrusted to do this and he
would show the trust was not misplaced. She looked so beautifully
confused and unsettled. He would take her up slowly and to the edge
so she could fly.

The nighttime sounds came into focus with the
loss of vision. The cicadas were a loud audience as they sang their
piercing song all around, night owls sounded and the tides crashed
in a consistent pattern along the beach. She knew it wouldn’t be
long before the comforting sounds were obscured by the intensity of
the endorphins rushing through her body. She would see nothing. She
would only hear what was whispered into her ears. There would be no
pleasure, no pain; she would experience everything as a single, all
encompassing sensation.

She heard the loud clanking of the chains.
They were moved all around her, a brief interlude to the song still
unsung. Her arm was gathered gently by a rough hand. Only the
calloused fingers gave it away. She could’ve envisioned Markus in
his touch. The faux fur lining of the leather cuffs greeted her
small wrist first. The sound of the roller buckle being fastened
and the snug fit brought comforting memories. Her mind wandered
effortlessly to another time, in the same place. A hand being
smacked back and forth ensnared her attention and loosened her
stance. She opened right on cue as another cuff wrapped her ankle.
With each adornment she relaxed into the experience. Only a slave
could understand the blissful comfort in restraint. The cicadas
were drifting into the distance as her world expanded and contained
her. She was everywhere and nowhere, all at once and the feeling
mounted as the seconds passed over hours. She was spread open at
all four corners and the elements were ready to converge. The wind
lightly caressed her increasing warmth, dancing and whispering
across her bare flesh. The cold metal of the chains and buckles
were accentuated by the heat building within. She could, happily
immerse herself in this moment and it had only begun.