Be Careful What You Wish For by Misty Blue Page A
Authors: Misty Blue
Tags: Fiction, S/M, Ebook, BDSM, submission, bondage, domination, Erotic, spanking, corporal punishment, chimera, damsel in distress, cp
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entrenched in sub-space, floating on air, not wanting to leave the peace and the beauty she found there, her body still ached with need. It was as if all the years of past pain when it was taken from her, when her body simply shut down because it just couldnât take any more, seemed to have left her with an unquenchable thirst. It was madness. The thought entered her mind and then slipped away. She didnât know. She didnât understand. She didnât want to understand. Nothing really mattered any more.
Shadow led her hands to his cock, moving her head so her mouth touched its tip. After all the activity of the day, he was excited. The beast inside him still roared, needing to take, craving to be satisfied. The sub in him had vanished.
She pulled away as if realising his intention. But she had no strength. She was weak as a newborn kitten. He grabbed her hair, holding it tight, pushing her mouth where he needed it to be. This was his time, damn it! His time. She couldnât have all the fun. It wasnât fair. Besides, this too was a part of her learning. He would show her, and through his teaching get what he most desired.
Despite herself her tongue tentatively reached out to explore, flitting in and out as she tasted the first oozing of pre-cum. Then, more because he refused to release her head, or perhaps because she wasnât yet fully understanding what was happening to her, wrapped in her own cocoon; she accepted the inevitable and took it fully in her mouth. His cock hardened. That was better. She was learning. She needed to give as he had, to know when it was time to give in. He pulled her around and on top of him. He too had been in sub-space. He knew that place well. He wasnât sure how deep she was, but she could remain there for hours or mere moments. There was no telling. And yet, surprising even to him, she seemed to sense, to feel, to experience something of what was happening to him. It was therefore a pleasure shared as a climax unexpectedly took them as one, raging like a giant ocean deep and wide and spreading, covering everything as it clawed its way towards the shore.
For an hour or two she lay in the arms that held, satisfied, completely spent. Slowly she was emerging from her cocoon to reality, a smile etched on her face and her body naked, rejecting the confines of the duvet. Somehow she knew sheâd discovered her wings. She knew something of the power within. And she wanted more of the experience, to learn to ride it and to fly, to know the inner freedom that comes with being a true slave, held and protected in controlling love.
Yet as her thoughts began to reassemble a small part of her was afraid. What might being a true slave actually mean? What would be demanded of her? And more than anything else, was she worthy of the task?
The guilt, the excitement, churned her stomach, setting her insides on fire with a burning desire and a need to know, to be, to act out fantasies which were now a living aching part of her day-to-day need.
Still the liquid of desire seeped from her. It didnât go away or let her be. She wriggled and squirmed, inviting the delicious sensation to lick the lips of her vagina, accepting the tingling joy which even now spread through her body. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes she felt woman ... naked, desirable, vulnerable, liberated, free, while her nipples stood firm and proud, pushing themselves forward to be fondled and held.
A smile played around the lips of Shadow. He caught her body lifting towards him, butting gently against his side. Reaching across he pinioned her arms before her hands might snake their way between her legs and finger the urge to let loose the new set of swirling emotions inside.
Again he took her. He knew he shouldnât, but what the hell! She was there for the taking. Richard wouldnât be pleased, but she was his charge right now. That was the arrangement. He would blame it on the animal
Shadow led her hands to his cock, moving her head so her mouth touched its tip. After all the activity of the day, he was excited. The beast inside him still roared, needing to take, craving to be satisfied. The sub in him had vanished.
She pulled away as if realising his intention. But she had no strength. She was weak as a newborn kitten. He grabbed her hair, holding it tight, pushing her mouth where he needed it to be. This was his time, damn it! His time. She couldnât have all the fun. It wasnât fair. Besides, this too was a part of her learning. He would show her, and through his teaching get what he most desired.
Despite herself her tongue tentatively reached out to explore, flitting in and out as she tasted the first oozing of pre-cum. Then, more because he refused to release her head, or perhaps because she wasnât yet fully understanding what was happening to her, wrapped in her own cocoon; she accepted the inevitable and took it fully in her mouth. His cock hardened. That was better. She was learning. She needed to give as he had, to know when it was time to give in. He pulled her around and on top of him. He too had been in sub-space. He knew that place well. He wasnât sure how deep she was, but she could remain there for hours or mere moments. There was no telling. And yet, surprising even to him, she seemed to sense, to feel, to experience something of what was happening to him. It was therefore a pleasure shared as a climax unexpectedly took them as one, raging like a giant ocean deep and wide and spreading, covering everything as it clawed its way towards the shore.
For an hour or two she lay in the arms that held, satisfied, completely spent. Slowly she was emerging from her cocoon to reality, a smile etched on her face and her body naked, rejecting the confines of the duvet. Somehow she knew sheâd discovered her wings. She knew something of the power within. And she wanted more of the experience, to learn to ride it and to fly, to know the inner freedom that comes with being a true slave, held and protected in controlling love.
Yet as her thoughts began to reassemble a small part of her was afraid. What might being a true slave actually mean? What would be demanded of her? And more than anything else, was she worthy of the task?
The guilt, the excitement, churned her stomach, setting her insides on fire with a burning desire and a need to know, to be, to act out fantasies which were now a living aching part of her day-to-day need.
Still the liquid of desire seeped from her. It didnât go away or let her be. She wriggled and squirmed, inviting the delicious sensation to lick the lips of her vagina, accepting the tingling joy which even now spread through her body. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes she felt woman ... naked, desirable, vulnerable, liberated, free, while her nipples stood firm and proud, pushing themselves forward to be fondled and held.
A smile played around the lips of Shadow. He caught her body lifting towards him, butting gently against his side. Reaching across he pinioned her arms before her hands might snake their way between her legs and finger the urge to let loose the new set of swirling emotions inside.
Again he took her. He knew he shouldnât, but what the hell! She was there for the taking. Richard wouldnât be pleased, but she was his charge right now. That was the arrangement. He would blame it on the animal
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