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“But… this isn’t what I want.”

“You want what I want.”

“No, not this time, Sir. I’m sorry but I can’t do this.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“I won’t.”

He paused. He rolled his neck, cracking it. He stared at her, feeling himself grow harder as her increasing fear became obvious in the quiver of her voice and the visible trembling of her body.

“You will.”

Nicole decided to make a run for it. She knew in her heart she wouldn’t get far, but she was going to try. This was it. This was the sign she’d been waiting for. She felt God whispering in her ear, telling her to leave and leave now. She didn’t care that she was naked; she was going to get out of there. She dashed around the bed and just then slammed right into his chest. He laughed. He grabbed her with one arm and threw her down on the bed, face down. He used one of his gigantic thighs to hold her down and grabbed the back of her neck with his left hand. She began to flail her arms and squirm feverishly. She couldn’t move her legs to kick but she tried.

“This will only hurt for a second, my Luna.”

“Marcus, please… don’t do this…. Please, baby, don’t. I’ll do anything else. Please!!” she begged. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Marcus was harder than he’d been earlier. He brought the brand down right beneath the right cheek of her buttocks. She screamed out in searing agony, divine music to his ears, and he released himself all over the backs of her thighs, still holding the brand to her skin. Her screams stopped, her silence bringing him back from his frenzied brink. He removed the brand from her skin and took it to the bathroom, throwing it in the tub and turning on the water to cool it off.

He returned to the bedroom to survey his work. She still had not made another sound. He looked closer, examining her. She was still breathing, but appeared to have fainted from the pain. Eh, he thought to himself, isn’t the first time. He looked down at the blistering scar, fashioned in the shape of a cursive “M”.

He leaned down and kissed the newly-branded cheek.

“Mine” he whispered.
****

“Your ‘Bitch’, you say?” Marcus questioned with a smirk. “Are you sure about that?”

David took a step forward towards Marcus, “Did I stutter?”

Marcus straightened up. “Oh, you’re a tough guy. I see.” Marcus sucked his teeth, looked past David at Nicole, then back at David and asked, “Has she tried to run away, yet? She’s good for that. She knows nothing about this shit here. Nothing.”

As he turned to walk away from David, he muttered “Weak bitch…” under his breath, but not low enough for David and Nicole to miss it.

“Sir, NO!!!!” Nicole yelled out, instinctively knowing what was about to happen. “He’s not worth it. Baby please he is not worth it!” and she reached out to grab him as he moved to lunge towards Marcus. Another couple had been nearby, observing the whole exchange. The man in the couple leaped forward standing in front of David, holding him back as well. As quickly as he lost it, David regained control, checked himself, shrugged off the man and Nicole, and headed towards the exit. Nicole quickly ran after him, fighting back the tears that burned her eyelids. She stole one look back and saw Marcus standing there, clearly angry. She glared at him, turned back forward and kept after David, who was halfway to their car.

David reached the car first and waited for her. He opened her door and she got in and sat silently. He circled around the car and entered on the driver’s side. Saying nothing, he put the key into the ignition and turned the car on. When the music began to play, he turned the volume down. He looked over at Nicole, sitting quietly on the passenger’s side blinking back tears. He looked away, and took a deep breath.

“I guess that explains the butterfly-covered ‘M’ branded on your ass”

6:17 p.m.

She put the key in the door, but not before she could smell dinner simmering on the stove and dessert baking in the oven. Sighing heavily, Nicole turned the key and opened the door to an even more overwhelmingly delicious aroma. Her eyes closed instinctively as she inhaled deeply. 
How much longer can I stand this?

1 week.

3 days.

19 hours.

She looked at her watch.

17 minutes…

This was the longest period she’d ever been on punishment while serving Him. While she knew she deserved every second of this agony, she still lamented the loss that came with it. She was in the final stretch, however, and she knew she had no choice but to endure it until the end.
****
“No sex, no service, no submission. Two weeks.”

“But–”

“Don’t you DARE talk back to me, woman. Not…now. Two weeks. Two weeks to think about how keeping things from each other is detrimental to this relationship. Two weeks to think about how embarrassing it is for My Bitch fighting MY fights. Two weeks to think about everything I’ve shared with you, every way in which I’ve opened up my entire soul to you, every way in which I’ve cared for you, honored you, trusted you, and tended to your every wants and need. Two weeks to figure out how to never break my heart in such a way again. Two weeks to remember who you serve and why you’re in this with me. Do not dispute me, woman, or I swear before God and everyone we hold dear, you will regret it.”

***

Fuck His cooking for being so goddamned good. Shit
, she thought to herself.

“Sir?” she called out. No answer.

“Sir?? Where are you?” she asked again. No response.

Sighing again, she removed her coat, hung it in the coat closet, and called out, “David? Where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom, Nicole. How was your day?”

“It was busy, as usual, but good. What’s for dinner?” she asked as she made her way towards the kitchen. “Smells delicious,” she commented.

“Pork tenderloins, collard greens with ham, and bacon-wrapped scallops,” he answered.

Nicole rolled her eyes up to the heavens and shook her head. She stopped eating pork 6 weeks prior and David was well-aware. The mindfuck. He’d mastered it. Not only did He disallow her from cooking, He forced her to fend for herself to find sustenance. Nicole’s lip involuntarily snarled. After being temporarily “out of service”, she found some of her old habits and ways slipping back into her standard behavior. Not many, but enough to be reminded of why being controlled was essential to her being. He wouldn’t let her cook, forced her to watch Him clean and iron His own clothes, and when His back was hurting the other day, He refused to let her massage Him with Tiger Balm. 
This hurts me just as much as it hurts you, He’d said. Bullshit.

Fuck.

She closed her eyes and leaned forward, her forehead connecting with the door of the refrigerator. She didn’t hear David walk towards her, so He startled her when he spoke.

“What? You’re not going to eat?”

At that moment, Nicole’s stomach betrayed her, grumbling loudly.

“Aww you must be hungry. Here, let me fix you a plate,” He offered, taunting her, punishing her.

“No, thank you, David. I’ll just grab a snack,” she said, opening the refrigerator and looking around for a container of yogurt. She stole a glance at Him while pretending to look for the yogurt. 
Damn, He looks good. Dammit, dammit, dammit
, she chastised herself. She was insanely horny and was not allowed to release, not just with Him, but not even by herself. He’d made that clear too. What made it worse was that this was a stretch of time when neither of them had any traveling to do for work, so they were in their home together, torturous day in and excruciating day out.

“Have you seen my yogurt, Sir?” she asked, casually.

“It’s on the door,” He responded, without thinking. She smiled. He slipped.

“I don’t see it, Sir,” she continued, feigning ignorance, pleading with the most subtle hint of seduction.

“Star, it’s right…” He caught himself before He turned around to help her out. He knew He couldn’t give into her, even with the slightest connection that might go against her punishment. He focused, instead, on the food in the pots in front of Him.

“Look at me,” she softly requested. He didn’t move, not beyond a slight stiffening of His body, which was preparing itself for the inevitable battle brewing.

“I said, ‘Look at me’, David,” she repeated, louder this time. Urgency creeping into her voice.

“No.”

“You must…”

“No… Again.”

She descended from her bent over position in front of the refrigerator completely onto her knees. She placed her hands on the cool tiles of their kitchen’s floor. She began to crawl towards Him, kicking off one shoe after the other. She licked her lips. She’d had enough.

“David…”

David slowly turned around, away from the food, to see His beloved on her knees crawling towards Him, the unmistakable mask of pure lust spread widely across her face.

He swallowed. “Get up, Nicole.”

“No.” She moved a couple of feet closer to where He stood.

“You must…”

“No…Again.”

“Woman, do not do this.”

By this point, she was in front of Him. She leaned her head forward, forehead touching the tips of His bare feet. She kissed the top of His left foot, then the top of His right. She gingerly placed her hands around His ankles and massaged them a bit, as she noticed they were swollen. 
He’s been on His feet all day
, she acknowledged to herself.

“Get. Up.”

She shook her head, disregarding His command, and elevated herself, still on her knees, so that her face was directly in front of the battle-losing bulge in His pants. In the next instant, her expert fingers unbuckled, unbuttoned, and withdrew Him from His pleated prison. He grabbed her arms, but it was too late; she drew Him into her mouth as soon as He’d sprung free. She drew the entirety of Him into the deepest reach of her throat, right where He belonged.

He groaned.

She won.

It was difficult to smile while her throat was filled with penis, but she tried. Of course, at that same moment, He looked down upon her and saw a grin trying to show itself and He grabbed a handful of her hair in response, yanking her head back, freeing Himself. His resolve hastily returned.

“You want this dick, huh? You conniving, petulant brat, you want this dick so bad, huh? Don’t you? DON’T YOU??!”

Before she could answer, she felt His palm across the left side of her face three seconds before He shoved Himself back into her mouth and down her throat. His left hand still gripped her hair and His right hand now gripped the left side of her neck. Slowly at first, He thrust Himself in and out of her mouth, allowing Himself to savor the pleasure of it. Hearing her moan a few times, He knew she was enjoying it entirely too much, so He quickened the pace. He craved her tears.

She lifted her hands to wrap around Him, but He stopped her immediately.

“Put your fucking hands down and take it!! You better… fucking… take it… since you wanted it so fucking bad. So bad that you disregarded my punishment. So bad that you disrespect my commands. So bad that you can’t even spend two weeks doing as I demanded of you. Put your hands behind your back!!”

She laced her fingers behind her back as her eyes shut tight. She knew she’d brought this assault on herself.

“Open your eyes. Look at me. You look at me…now.”

She looked up and met His gaze. The tears formed as she saw His eyes shift from raging red anger to the sadness of unbearable hurt.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he pled. “Why didn’t you just tell me who he was and what happened, baby?” She felt Him ease up on His assault of her throat. More tears fell from her eyes.

“We promised to share everything. Everything!! I opened myself up to you completely. More than I ever have with any woman before. Was he that important to you? Huh? That motherfucker wasn’t SHIT!! He was NOTHING!!!” He tried to get deeper into her throat. He wanted to fuck her soul into penance.

“Did you love him more than me?? Do you still love him??”

He held Himself for a few seconds, deep in her throat. He could feel and hear her gagging. He grew harder. Her suffering excited Him, even amid His most vulnerable plea. She tried to shake her head to indicate negative responses to His questions, but He held her head so tight, she could not budge. She reached up and grabbed His wrists. He knew this meant she was struggling, but in that moment, He wanted her to feel His pain. He eased up a bit more, but He didn’t let go.

As she felt Him softening, she relaxed her jaw even more. He needed this, she knew. She also knew that there would be a lot of work to be done for each of them to forgive her for keeping Marcus a secret from Him. She’d told Him bits and pieces about her past, but she’d never gone into depth about Marcus. Part of her secrecy was because she didn’t want to rehash the memories, as they were intense and painful. Part of it was that she didn’t want Him feeling insecure, as men sometimes feel when they’re new to The Life and their women have more experience. She didn’t want Him comparing Himself to a man who deserved no such consideration.

“I love you… SO fucking much… I can’t be without you, baby. God, woman, don’t you know that?”

He let go of her neck and her hair and halted His thrusts. He slid down into a heap in front of her. She reached up, both to embrace Him, and to turn off the burners on the stove, as she’d begun to smell a burning odor. She pulled Him into her arms, whispering “I’m sorry…” at least ten to fifteen times. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry my love,” she cried into His arms. He buried His face into her neck and wrapped His arms around her waist. He squeezed her for a moment before He began to grab at her clothes. His fever pitched as His lust boiled to the surface. He tried unbuttoning her blouse, one of His favorites, but gave up when He couldn’t get His fingers to work in preservation of the garment. He ripped it open and pulled her bra up, freeing her breasts. He palmed them and pressed against her, pushing her back onto the cold floor. He leaned forward, mouth descending on her left nipple, sucking it in gently as His tongue swirled around her nipple. Her soft moans let Him know that she was ready for more. He switched nipples, sucking and biting the right nipple while His finger tweaked her left. He positioned Himself between on top of her, then pushing her legs wide apart, He nestled in between her. Because she was on punishment, her panties were a rare barrier but not for long. He yanked them down, dragging them off of her legs. She kicked them across the kitchen floor. He repositioned Himself between her legs and entered her swiftly. One week, three days, nineteen hours, thirty-nine minutes He’d denied Himself the pleasure of being home inside of His beloved, brightest Star. As He moved inside of her, He watched as her eyes rolled up into her head as she received Him, her lover, her friend, her owner, her One.