His by Cerys du Lys, Elise Tanner

I typed away on
my laptop, caught up in the ideas soaring through my head.  I hadn't been able
to write a story this easily since... since ever, really, and the words
wouldn't stop flowing from my mind to my fingers, to the tips, and down onto
the keys.  On the screen before me, racing left to right, down and back again,
more and more, words populated the screen like a frantic group of people
scrambling through rows of seats at a movie theatre hoping to get the best spot
before the movie started.
    Someone cleared
their throat, distracting me.  "Miss Tanner," he said.  "What do
you think you're doing?"
    I glanced up; it
was Lucent.  This made sense, seeing as I was currently in his apartment. 
"I'm writing a story," I said.
    "In my
apartment?"
    I glanced around
and shrugged.  "Yup."
    "In my
bedroom," he added.  "While sitting on my bed.  With your laptop on
your lap as you lean against my pillows and my headboard.  Shall I get you some
lemonade as a refreshment, perhaps?  Do you often enter into people's homes
without an invitation?"
    He said all
this, and perhaps to anyone else it might have sounded angry or upset, but I
knew Lucent and he was none of these things.  I looked up at him again and
grinned.  The feigned expression of annoyance vanished from his face, quickly
replaced by a wicked smile.
    He strode
towards his bed and seated himself next to me, glancing at the vague concept of
my story strewn across the laptop screen.  "Is this for Mrs.
Landseer?" he asked.
    Through Lucent's
intervention—though he refused to admit it, and said I'd gained this position
of my own accord—I currently had a position as one of the writers with the
secretive publishing arm of Landseer Enterprises.  And, I was the only other
writer besides Jessika Landseer herself, which was somewhat odd considering she
was married to billionaire CEO Asher Landseer and... well, I was just a college
student and former librarian turned writer.  I was graduating soon, and
I'd have an MFA in Creative Writing with a specialization in fiction after
that, but my current job was far more than I ever could have asked for.
    Lucent helped
me, though.  Lucent always helped me.  The story behind that was... difficult
to explain.  Currently we were dating, though.  And in somewhat of a deviant
relationship.  More low key at the moment, kept slightly under wraps, but...
    I remembered the
other night.  Lucent had a hook in his living room, hanging from the ceiling. 
I never really questioned it as anything peculiar before, but, oh, he changed
my mind fast.  Tying me up, suspending me from the hook with a series of ropes,
he kept me bound and dangling, toying with me for hours on end, until...
    We fucked.  We
fucked hard.  Hard and fast and I was so delirious with pleasure by the time
any of this happened that I felt like I was flying.  I was somewhat, too,
floating in the air, suspended by ropes, Lucent abusing my body, pounding into
me, thrust after thrust.  I stared at the glaring white of my computer screen,
lost in thought, daydreaming.
    I must have been
biting my lip, because Lucent swooped forward and pulled it from my mouth with
the faintest nibble from his teeth, preferring to bite it for me.  He pushed
the laptop off of my lap and soon took its place, pressing my body against his
bed.  I gasped, surprised and excited.  His hand clutched at my waist, holding
me tight.
    "Miss
Tanner," he said.  Lucent always called me this; my name, Elise, was
reserved for... more special, careful moments.  "Don't make me ask you
twice.  Was that for Mrs. Landseer?"
    I stared at him,
wide-eyed.  He looked so controlling and dominant and... my God.  My lip was in
his mouth, pulled out and pouting, while he breathed deep through his nose
sending a heady and hot wash of air dancing along my face.
    "Lucent,
I..."
    Not quick
enough, not good enough of an answer.  His teeth pressed down onto my lip
harder, eliciting the faintest amount of pain.