And then nothing. Blackness.

Now I lay here in this unfamiliar place, trying to assess the situation. My eyes diverted downward, a light filmy cloth draped over my bare skin. The chill in the air sent shivers down my spine, causing my nipples to become more defined through the fabric. Dizziness took over and the surroundings seemed to swim, however I did not feel sick. I felt euphoric and surreal.

Cold metal cutting into the delicate flesh, surrounding it, anchoring me into submission. Rendering me helpless. Drip...drip...drip in the distance. My arms pinned high above my head, cool stone underneath my bare skin. Blackness and silence enveloping me, though awareness was becoming more acute. Eyelids fluttering open to reveal a dimly lit environment. The distant drip...drip of water, echoing and resounding off of the stone walls that surrounded me. Lanterns sat high on pillars, small flickering flames washed the dank atmosphere with a dim glow, sending seemingly living, animated shadows into dance around me.

I was suddenly aware that I was no longer alone in this room. My legs slid up and pressed together at the knees, defensively. A shadowed figure was approaching me. I drew in my breath, fighting off the nearly uncontrollable feeling of euphoria that demanded to keep me contented and helpless to fight anything off. The glow of many flames was just enough to reveal thick dark hair and contours of a very strongly attractive face, dark piercing eyes, pursed lips, a tall, slender form of over 6 feet. Yes, it was him. His hand brushed the fabric, sliding it slightly across the skin of my stomach, causing my body to tense up. The warmth of his hand was welcoming, however, and I tried to fight it off, not knowing what to expect.

His form fitting high-necked sweater was...black? He stepped a bit closer and the warm glow bathed his face and body in full glory. His dark hair, thick and wavy, fell slightly into his face, partially obscuring one eye as he gazed down at my form ! thr ough the airy cloth. His eyes trailed down my legs and back up again to my chest, further up to my face and his dark eyes met mine.

The light was not strong enough to reveal the depths of his gaze. His hand slid up to one breast and circled slowly, as he continued to challenge my gaze. He watched as my straight face crumbled into a look of pleasure, my breath caught in my throat. Small tremors worked up my back and sent chills throughout my body once again. He removed his hand and stood up straight, his eyes lowering. I watched as his hands moved to the crotch of his dark pants and then up to his belt, which he began to unhook and slide out of the loops in a painfully slow motion. Pulling ever so slowly that each pop of the leather through another loop sent chills of anticipation and fear through me. His gaze returned to my knees, which pressed together unrelentingly and painfully.

He rested the belt on my chest, sliding it so slowly down the length of my trembling stomach, the warm leather teasing my already sensitive skin through the cloth. I closed my eyes to envision a thousand points of light behind my eyelids as the euphoria once again won and sent me spiraling into helpless abandon. The cool metal of his belt buckle touched my thigh, I jumped, my eyes shot open, though my startled reaction did not cause him to stop. He slid the buckle down the center and stopped just at the highest point of my legs. His hands, sliding between my thighs to separate them, were firm yet well- paced in their intent. He was not going take a fight, he pulled my legs apart and they gave in, falling slack as he traced all 10 fingers down the lengths of my inner thighs.

My intense attraction to him prevented me from denying him my body, though I felt fearful of his intentions. I watched him, in his formfitting dark clothing, he looked amazing and sexy, and I couldn't pull my eyes away from him. His chestnut hair contrasting his light complexion and falling just above his shoulders, partially tucked behind one ear. I wanted to pull at his hair, I longed to feel those silky dark strands between my fingers, but the metal around my wrists prevented my arms from moving.

His soft hands were moving up to my hips, coming in to meet one another at my stomach and gently sliding underneath the cloth. He seemed unsatisfied, and stood back once again. His deep voice, penetrating the silence, was mildly startling in it's unexpectedness, but lower than a normal tone; "I am going to do things to you that you're never going to forget" he stated this without as much as a glance into my eyes. My mouth began to utter a response and his hand shot up to cover it instantly.

"Don't speak to me" he said in a near whisper. His strong southern accent drove me wild, made me momentarily forget that I was fighting fear which seemed to loom in light of his plans to do as he wished with me. He seemed agitated, but sure of his intentions. He bent down where I could no longer see him, only to stand back up holding two black ties.

My first assumption was that at least one was a gag. He confirmed my assumption by placing one tie on the slab next to me, and the other over my mouth and knotting it behind my head. I stared up at him, but he did not meet my gaze, his expression was determined and stern. He backed up, admiring his work. My heart was pounding in my chest, my adrenaline pumped through my body as he began to slip the cover down, exposing my breasts.

He bent over until his face was inches from my chest, I could feel his hot breath on my skin. Those sexy lips parted just slightly as he pressed them onto my breast and his teeth gently closed on my nipple. My body jumped, a gasp escaped my muffled mouth, but his strong hands held me in place. His bites bordered on intolerable, but I had no choice other than to endure each one. What suprised me was the mixture of pain and pleasure that shot through my body as a result. His strength suprised me as well, considering his slender frame. He d! id not allow me to squirm underneath his mouth.

He reached down out of my viewpoint, reappeared with objects in hand, and proceeded to climb up on the slab until he was straddling my body and looking straight down at me, his mouth formed a sly smile and he let the cloth drop off one side onto the floor. He began tracing a line down my chest, between my breasts with his tongue, his hand still holding an object that I could not make out.. What I could make out when he sat back up, in the dim fluttering glow of the lantern flames around us, was his evident erection through his pants. I tried to raise my hips to meet his growing size, and with one firm slow downward thrust, his hips sent mine back firmly against the slab. The pleasure of his body against mine sent me into another momentary realm of euphoria. He slid down towards my feet, parting my legs wider until he had hold of my ankles and stood once again on the floor.

I watched as the objects in his hand were made known to me, locks. From underneath the foot of the slab, he lifted two metal shackles, no doubt the same type that held my wrists above my head. My legs were secured, spread apart, I would no longer be able to resist a single thing, yet my body reacted in a way that did not coincide with my minds fears. My body was radiating with extreme sensitivity, every pore was an individual live wire, receptive to the slightest touch or sensation, simple or elaborate. Looking at him was like an aphrodisiac. His strong features which softened around his delicate mouth, his lips glistening wet, the hard look in his eyes. He was sex. He was sexuality. He radiated sexual potency.

When his hands disappeared underneath the slab, I knew they would not come back empty. Again, the objects he held had no form or structure to me in the shadows. He knew what he was doing. He placed them beside my restrained leg and began to lift up his shir! t, revealing a smooth, bare chest. The shirt slipped over his head and fell to the floor, disheveling his hair and making him look sexier than I ever thought possible.  He slid his pants down and exposed his full arousal, making it more difficult for me to simply lay there watching, but I had no choice. His hand took hold of an object from the slab and slid up my thigh to my aroused clit. Something cool and plastic stroked it up and down, my body responded with shivers and squirms, which his other hand put a stop to by anchoring me down by one hip. I felt the warming foreign object begin to slid inside of me ever so slightly, my extreme wetness causing it to glide easily. I moaned and writhed under the spell of this feeling that had come over me. Immediately he pulled it out before it went in any further, and left me wanting more. He enjoyed leaving me hanging, teasing me.

Once again he climbed back on top of me and straddled me, holding me still with his lower body as he sat on my thighs. There was a slight glimmer from the little finger of his right hand as he slid it up to my chest and moved himself up to meet my neck. He leaned over me and my senses were filled with the aroma of clean musk. His hair was slightly wet as it fell over my face and stroked my cheek. His soft lips were running down the length of my neck, biting the most sensitive spots. He placed his hand lightly over my neck, his fingers stroking my earlobe, he turned my head slightly to the right and in one determined motion I felt a sudden pinching warmth on my neck. I tensed up and cried out, but the pain was nothing compared to the arousal that it caused to further build up inside of me. He was enjoying this power, and I was as well, even through the fear of what was to come.

His mouth was on my neck, sucking and biting, and I could hear him uttering sounds of pleasure as he went about it. He came up, licking remnants of blood from his fingers. It was evident from the small silver blade fixed over his finger that he had made a small cut. In my euphoric state, I wanted more. Without any words, he granted my wish and moved down to my thighs, where he placed his mouth and began the next nick as he played. My body involuntarily jumped when I felt the stick, but the pleasure was enough to send me spiraling into my endorphin-filled splendor.

His mouth closed over the small wound on my thigh and he was once again eagerly sucking at it. I breathed heavily through the gag, my fingernails dug into the palms of my hands, his hands were holding me firmly in place again as he sat up over me and proceeded to take hold of himself, using his free hand to touch my wet slit. His warm fingers stroked over my clit, my legs quivered underneath his weight. His fingers slid inside of me and pushed into my depths and his eyes fluttered shut, his head tilted back, enjoying the moment. He pushed deeper inside of me, sending my body into near orgasmic spasms, he began stroking himself as he did so. I watched him pleasure himself at the same time as he slid his fingers in and out of me. He reached up and yanked down the gag angrily.

"Say my name" he ordered. I said his name with passionate abandon. His fingers pushed deep inside of me with violent force. My back arched and I gasped for air, once again being taken over by the painful pleasure.

"Say it again" he ordered, this time his tone dropped to a near whisper as he stared directly at me, his face seeming to be made of stone. I repeated his name through shallow breaths. His hand shot up, grabbing my chin forcing me to meet his eyes dead on as he leaned down to the point that his face was inches from mine. "SCREAM it, and say it like you MEAN it this time" he hissed at me. I yelled his name as he sat back up and resumed his position, pinning my hips to the stone beneath me. His wet fingers rubbed the length of his shaft and down again as he stared at my mouth.

With his fingers, he began tracing the wetness up my neck and onto my chin, reaching my lips and pushing them into my mouth. The mingled salty taste of our fluids on my tongue, as he pushed in and out. His fingers returned to my clit and slid downward, teasing over it only once, moving further down to push up into my depths once again, sending me into another spell of pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and raised them to his lips, sucked the wetness off of every one as his eyes fixed intensely on mine. He seemed to take it with a hunger that was insatiable. His hand returned to my depths only to come back up to his lips once again and lick them clean as he continued to gaze at me.

When he delved back into my wetness, he rubbed it slowly over his hardness and continued to stroke. His body was tensing and his stomach jumping slightly in response, as his other hand stroked over me again. My hips moved, pressing myself to his hand as he glided his fingers back inside. He worked himself almost to the edge, and as his body stiffened and his hand moved faster, he stopped himself from climaxing and caught his breath. From next to my leg, he picked up what appeared to be a bundle of leather straps, my body attempted to tense up, under the restraints it was difficult. He slid back down to the floor and ran the straps up the length of my legs. With suprising swiftness, he was able to unhook the chains that held my restraints enough to turn me over without much effort, and he secured me back in place on my stomach. I couldn't bare to look in the direction he stood in, I didn't want to see anything coming.

At that point, I felt the sharp sting of leather across the back of one thigh, hot pain and equally stinging pleasure filled me as I gasped. Another sharp sting across my behind, this time harder. My body jumped with each snap across my flesh, each point of contact left with a lingering sting and warmth, like a million tiny needles penetrating my skin at once. He ran the straps lightly up and down my back and the contours that led back to my thighs, and then the suprise of another strike to my behind, then another, and yet another. My skin became numb and hot, though at the same time my body yearned for more. He knew exactly when to stop, whether it be good or bad, and I could feel him climbing on top of me, resting his hot body on top of mine, from behind. He pressed his erection down on me, using his legs keep my body still underneath him, allowing him better access. I felt his hand between my legs, something he held in his hand touching my clit, moving down to my wet o! pen ing. He slid it inside and instantly a vibrating sensation filled me, radiated inside of me from the object. My body shuddered and responded, my nipples, once again erect, were so extreme in their sensitivity that the stone underneath them felt unusually exquisite.

As he continued to search my depths, I felt something else, something cool and hard and unfamiliar sliding slightly into my rectum. I gasped but I could not fight it, it slid in and out slowly and once again, pain mixed with pleasure. He never allowed me to experience any one source of stimulation for too long. The sensations subsided and I felt his body pressed against mine once again, this time the warmth of his dick touched my opening, causing me to shiver with pleasure. His strong hands held my hips and I felt his warmth entering me slowly, uncontrollable bolts of ecstasy shot through me, I felt as though I would lose it at any moment, but he paced himself and kept the stimulation to a minimum for the time. He groaned as he went deeper inside, I felt his body tremble on mine. His arms rested over mine, holding me just under my bound wrists, and I could feel his breath on my neck, his lips brushing against my ear, every gasp sending chills up my spine, I could smell th! e c lean scent of his hair, his skin.

As he reached the deepest point inside of me, he bit down on my shoulder. Exquisite pain mingled with pleasure as he thrusted into me and his body trembled once again. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine, sliding down in delicious pools on the cool slab underneath me, the warm wetness causing our bodies to glide together as he continued his slow, steady thrusting. I bit down on the gag in my mouth and fought the urge to climax, as I suspected that he wouldn't be very pleased if I finished yet. Just as I had suspected, he slid out and sat up. "I haven't given you permission to come yet." He said in a firm tone as he slapped my ass with an impact hard enough to make me cry. Another hard smack brought back the numb tingling, and the final one sent a shiver through my body that rivaled a climax in the best way. The pain was almost enough to send me over the edge, but yet again, he stopped. I was turned back over onto my back, my lower region numb against the stone as he sec! ure d my restraints once again.

He folded the belt he had slid from his slim waist earlier, and brushed it against my thigh, watching the path it made as it went. His lips pursed and he turned to meet my eyes once again. His free hand reached over and slid down the gag, I attempted to speak. His finger pressed to my lips. "shh..You speak when I want you to speak." I felt a total lack of control, but my mouth didn't have to speak to get a message across. I parted my lips slightly and let his finger slide inside, I gently played with his finger and watched his look of irritation crumble and turn into pleasure. His eyes rolled back in his head and he slid a second finger in my mouth. In an instant, he regained his former composure and pulled his hand away. His belt cracked against my thigh so hard that my eyes filled with tears, he muffled my cry with his hand and snapped the belt against my other thigh. "You love this, don't you." He didn't wait for an answer, he continued to slap the belt against my thig! hs and the sides of my legs, leaving behind hot sensations and points of pain as he went. Even with tears streaming down my face, I wasn't hoping for it to end. His hand brushed against my breast and I squirmed from the extreme sensitivity.

I heard the belt buckle drop to the stone slab with a resounding click, and his hand came out of the shadows, holding another indescribable object. "bite down now" he said, slipping the side of his hand between my lips I stared in confusion. "NOW" he said firmer. I bit down softly. The next sensation I felt sent me into a momentary blackness, the amount of pain and pleasure was indescribable. My body electrified and my teeth dug into his skin, unrelentingly. causing him to moan in evident pleasure from the pain it caused him. For a split second I thought I might pass out, but somehow I remained conscious despite the unfamiliar feeling taking over me.
It was then that I realized he had placed a clamp over one nipple, just tight enough to hurt and feel pleasurable at the same time. I felt so much wetness between my legs that I imagined it must be a steady flow from all of the excitement. The pain from my breast was hinted with pleasure, his mouth fixed over my other breast and again I bit down on his hand, this time feeling a warm sensation against my lips and tongue, the taste of copper and salt, sweet and sour mixed together invaded my senses and I welcomed it.

My body trembled from the intensity I was feeling. He removed his hand from my mouth and cupped it on my exposed breast, as I felt his fingers gliding down into my wetness and sliding inside of both openings at once, my body was sore from the amount of times I had stiffened under the pressure, exhausted from the incidents, but the amount of excitement just kept building up inside of me. In a blind instant, the ecstasy was mixed with another searing unexpected instant of pure pain, mind-blowing jolts of pleasure and pain in one single instant, as he fixed another clamp over my second breast, with still enough time to return his hand to my mouth and muffle my cries.

Dizziness came back over me, everything went hazy for a moment, and I lost awareness of everything around me for that instant. His lips pressed against my ear, brought me back to reality. My newly kicked in euphoria made the pain a bit more tolerable. His voice cleared my head, low and steady in my ear; "tell me that you like it, tell me that you want more" he whispered into my ear as he ran the fingers of his left hand through my hair. I told him exactly what he wanted to hear, through choked and shallow breaths.

"Beg me" he coo'd into my ear as his other hand pinched softly at my clit. I gasped and begged for more. He straddled me once again and took his still erect dick in his hand, he stroked it slowly and stared down at me in silent contemplation, hair once again falling into his eyes as he bit down on his lower lip, his stare so intense that it seemed to bore right through my face and into the stone underneath my head. I watched through a haze of tears and sweat, the sensations from my breasts still emitting through me, at times almost intolerable. A single drop of precum dripped from the end of his throbbing member as he stroked it, he moaned and his legs tensed around me for a split second. He moved upward and took hold of my head, lifting it up slightly.

"Take it now" he said breathlessly as he slipped the head into my mouth. I took it eagerly. His moans became more labored as I took him deeper into my mouth and worked him hungrily with my tongue. His hands pushed my head slowly but firmly forward and he moved in and out, grabbing at my hair and tangling his fingers into it as he moved me. His breath caught deep in his throat and he pulled his entire length out of my mouth and held it steady, another drop of precum lingered, fell onto my lips and I licked it away, sweet salty warmth once again lingering on my tongue as I waited for him to instruct me on what he wanted next. Not another word was uttered from him, he replaced the gag on my mouth and picked up the second tie.

I began to feel nervous excitement, I whimpered through the cloth that cut into the sides of my mouth. The thought of not knowing what he was doing now frightened me. His free hand took hold of my face, turning me to face him once again. "Be quiet!" he hissed in my face with obvious hostility and outrage that I would attempt to act out. He covered my eyes and sent my world into pure blackness, tying the knot behind my head and moving off of me. I jumped as I felt the numbing pressure from both breasts released, the clamps clicked against the stone. Immediately, sensation seared back into each nipple, the sudden return of blood brought back the pain. I caught my breath and lay in helpless silence, my body trembling from the pain and cold.
Another moment of unease as cold metal touched my pussy. Movement. Sudden pressure, not unlike the clamps that had wracked me into near unconsciousness, now on my clit, but not nearly as strong. Just enough to feel uncomfortable and make me tremble once again. His voice broke the silence; "Now tell me...just what you were hoping for when I asked you to leave with me tonight."

His question caught me off guard, I couldn't form a valid or rational thought just then. Silence. Silence so thick that you could cut through it with a knife. It frightened me. "You wanted to FUCK me..You knew that I wanted to fuck YOU." I shook my head in response. His voice was smooth velvet in my ear; "Bet you didn't know what you were in for, did you? You're in deep.. Real deep."

His fingers teased my sore nipples, ran lightly across my pubic area, and the pressure on my clit deepened. Pain slammed my lower body,deep enough to knock the wind out of me, I broke into fits of hysterical sobbing. My lower region was on fire, the pain of a sharp puncture through my clit, more pain as he continued his work. My cries became ragged, my body shaking uncontrollably. I was panicking, the blackness closing in on me, smothering me. I couldn't catch my breath. The impact of a hand across my face further stunned me. "BE STILL" he barked over me. Shockingly cold liquid poured over my burning mound of flesh, I cried out. The warmth of his mouth closed over my injured flesh, not sucking, merely licking, caressing. The pain was so fierce that I yanked my wrists in the shackles, as if they would somehow widen and allow my hands to be set free.

I pulled until I felt hot pain radiate from both arms, the feeling of the metal edges being rubbed endlessly over raw injured skin was more tolerable than the piercing pain I felt down below. It seemed as though it would never end, but his tongue began to soothe the pain into soreness, and soon the intensity of the sensitivity was becoming so strong that I felt my body giving in to the underlying pleasure. Tremors ran through my body as I dug into the gag with my teeth, unsure of which feeling was more prevalent; pain or pleasure. The sounds I uttered gave no evidence in either direction. My heart pounding against my ribcage, I felt a flush heat creep up my chest, into my face. Instantly I felt on the verge of orgasm. His mouth released, cool air settling on my intense soreness. My legs and arms settled, unstiffened. I found myself crying now, not because of the pain, but because he had left me on the edge with no relief.

I felt him climb up and settle himself onc! e a gain on my sore pussy. The blindfold was torn off, exposing my eyes to the dimly lit environment once again. I squinted and felt the wet tears that had been soaking my face. He held his hard cock in his hand, stroking it ever so slowly as he looked down at me. "W-" I tried to get out what I wanted to know, what he had done to me to cause so much pain, but he did not want to hear it. He waved me into silence. "I don't want to fucking HEAR you, understand? Be silent." His body slid down between my legs, so that he had a clear view of my pussy in front of him, it became obvious to me what had been done. He held my lips open and toyed with what appeared to be a small silver ring now adorning my clit. The shock of contact made me tremor and whimper, he didn't seem phased. His eyes were transfixed to his work, his fingers running along the sides of my clit and down to the wetness surrounding my opening. His touch felt bittersweet. Painful pleasure.

As he played, his right hand stroked his dick harder, faster, and his breathing was rapid. He stuck three fingers in my velvety warmth and my body jolted from the unexpectedness of his action. His fingers squeezed firmly at his head each time he reached the tip, as if he enjoyed bringing himself a bit of pain with each pump of his hand. His back was arching and his head tilted back as his fingers fucked me as deep as they could penetrate, going in rhythm with his masturbating. His eyes fell back on my clit, his fingers banged harder into me. I felt the pain building up again, as I watched his body spasm, his moan long and heavy, as creamy white cum shot out all over my sore clit, running down and dripping to the stone underneath me. He left me laying there in helpless abandon, unfulfilled, unsatisfied. The ache in my belly from unfinished business competed with the dehydration that rendered me weak and exhausted. My mind could handle no more, I shut down.

I was aw! oke n as the gag was tugged roughly from my teeth, my mouth was dry, my throat burning, my pussy sore, yet my body was strangely aroused. "Please...thi-thirsty..Pl" I could not utter another syllable, his hand was squeezing my mouth. The familiar scents of musk and soap filled my nostrils once again. The scents that, mingled together, caused those carnal stirrings to return. That fluttery feeling that filled my insides and traveled downwards to tingle and throb in my clit, despite the sore pain that still lingered. My eyes slowly pried open and I turned my head towards him, standing over me in a dark robe, his hair wet and falling all around his face as he looked down at me with a blank expression.

"You're thirsty?" He said in a slightly mocking tone, though I could have been misinterpreting it..Could he possibly be concerned that I was dehydrated? Was he really going to be amicable? His hand came into view, clutching a glass of water. "I thought so." He said matter of factly. A smile played across his face that told me his intent was not to be cordial. "How bad do you want it?" He asked, his eyes playing over my face, searching for any hint of a response in my expression."I'll...do..anything" my words fell out not far above a whisper. I would give anything for even a few drops of that clear fluid he held menacingly in front of my parched mouth.
He drew the glass up to his own lips, I watched as he took a long drink from the glass, his smooth throat rising and falling as he swallowed the liquid. A single tear fell down my cheek, and as he continued to drink, he wiped away the tear from my face and rubbed his finger across my lips, as if making an offering. I sobbed again. He remained calm, did not lose his temper this time. He set the glass down and leaned over my face, slowly parting my lips, pressing his lips to mine. His intent was not to kiss me, but to spill the water he hadn't swallowed, into my mouth. It washed over me like pure heaven.

In my fierce thirst, I eagerly swallowed his offering and attempted to lick at his lips. He drew back, looking down at me with angry furrowed eyebrows. He picked up the remaining water and swung the glass enough for the water to sail out, landing in hard drops across my face, my neck, my chest. The shocking coldness of the water was an unusually welcoming feeling. He flung the glass across the room, a sharp shatter in the distance as it hit a far stone wall. "I have new plans for you." He said as he traced a finger along my arm, his tone much firmer than the soft way in which he touched me at that moment. My eyes followed him as he walked up to the head of the slab. "I am going to undo you" he began, as though he were contemplating as he went along.."the moment you get out of line or disobey me, you will pay dearly." His tone was almost too kind to be taken in jest. I believed every word. I didn't dare respond.

I felt my arms fall slack, the release of the cuffs a! llo wing full circulation back into my hands, tingling shot through to my fingertips. I remained on my back as he released my legs, the same tingling took over my feet. Too unsure of what to do, I didn't move. "Get up now" he ordered. I lifted myself up and slid to the floor slowly, in spite of the tingling in my limbs. The throbbing took hold in my clit as I started to stand. He grabbed hold of my arms and stood me up straight, his hand went under my chin, lifting my head to meet his eyes. "I...I though you were done with me" I said softly.

"DONE!?" His tone angry and appalled, he shoved me in the sitting position and again lifted my chin fiercely. I detected intense hostility manifesting in his eyes. "I am far from done....infact.." his grip on my chin tightened just a bit, "I'm not letting you go." I didn't question his motives. I was intrigued, I wanted to be under his control even when it tortured me to endure it." He stood straight and shoved me down onto my knees on the floor before him. "Now..I'm horny." He stared down at me with angry expectation. In the back of my mind, I still yearned for him to pleasure me to climax, even if it meant enduring the pain that would go along with it. That familiar ache returned to my belly, causing my mounting need for this release of sexual tension to grow deep inside of me.

The more I pleasured him, the more I yearned for reciprocation. His body aroused me, intoxicated me, sent deep warm sensations throughout my lower region. I wanted him so horribly. Seeing him let the robe drop to the floor, as it brushed against his skin in it's decent, my body throbbed. The site of his growing dick as he stood before me, fascinated me. I took it in my hands and felt it pulsating in my grasp. I ran my fingers along the base, smooth shaven like satin against my fingertips. His skin smelled slightly of something sweet...was it caramel? My mouth filled with saliva, as I took his head in and played my tongue lightly over it. The taste was equally sweet, I had to control myself from devouring his length with a lack of all restraint.

I knew that I would pay dearly if I got out of control. Even when I began to suck lightly at his sensitive tip, he did not budge or jump, his tolerance to such sensations obviously quite high. I felt his hands behind my head, pulling at my hair, grabbing handfuls, but not forcing my head. I was still free to do as I pleased. I lifted his dick, my tongue trailing down to his balls. Smooth silken skin under my wet tongue, a warm throbbing sensation responded to my lips as I lightly sucked each one.

His grip tightened in my hair, holding back from any sudden movement, he was pacing himself, groaning under his breath. My hand caressed his cock as I played below, I felt the warm leak of fluid from his tip, ran my finger over it, hearing him draw in a quick breath, his stomach jumping, his hands pulling at my hair. His fingertips dug at my scalp as his grip tightened. I moaned, enjoying even this form of desire he was showing towards me for doing such a good job. I placed his fully erect dick back into my mouth, sucking down the entire length and taking it in so deep that my eyes began to tear. The further I went, the more his hands firmed and pushed me along. His hips began to move, pushing his dick down my throat.

My endurance was being tested to it's limits. I couldn't disappoint him. I allowed him to thrust into my mouth until I felt his body tremble and stiffen, I deep-throated his swollen member one last time before he let out a deep, long groan, pulling out and letting his cum wash down my neck and chest, making trails down my breasts and dripping down to my legs. He pushed me back onto my behind and stood over me. "Rub it in, I want you to touch yourself now." His command baffled me, but I did as I was told, unsure of exactly what he expected of me.

A hidden part of me, deep inside my being, enjoyed pleasing him and took pleasure in watching the look of satisfaction on his face. I rubbed his cum across my breasts, down my stomach and continuing on between my thighs. His eyes followed every movement. As my hands slid back up to my stomach he raised his hand, staring at the floor, his gesture as if to say 'stop'.

"Get up." His voice was tinged with dissatisfaction. "You have a lot to learn. I'm going to teach you. You belong to me now." I felt horrible, it seemed that just about everything I did wasn't quite right, and all I wanted was to please him. "I have claimed you and if you wish to remain in my good graces, you're going to learn pretty quick who calls the shots." He grabbed both of my arms and turned me around with angry force, bent me at the waist and firmly placed my palms down on the slab. My hair fell forward over my face, but I didn't dare try to move it aside. I tried to control my breathing, but I could feel my chest rising and falling with nervousness.

He kicked at my feet until my legs were spread a good deal apart. Inside I was hoping that this meant it was finally my turn. Was he finally going to give me what he had been keeping from me up until then? My thoughts came to an abrupt end as I felt his hand grabbing at my hair, pulling my head back to look up at him through tangled golden strands, which he brushed aside with no more than a wisp of affection. He looked at me as his trophy, his toy, something he enjoyed to look at and play with. Not as an equal. But I wanted this man badly enough to be willing to endure whatever he required me to in order to stay. This was something I had wanted for so long, I was not about to ruin it under any circumstances. I wanted it, I wanted this, and I wanted to remain with him. His face just inches from mine, his lips close enough to kiss, though I didn't dare.

"You're like an empty canvas, I'm going to have fun with you." His scowl turned into a small smile, which disappeared as quickly as it surfaced. "HOWEVER..the instant you second-guess me, you'll be made to regret your poor decision making." He pushed my head forward once again. I stared down at the stone, gray and cold underneath my hands. His hand reached underneath me, touched lightly at my orifice, up to my backside, my body tensing slightly in it's pleased reaction. "You're wet." His statement made as though his suspicions were confirmed. "You want my body, don't you?"

I felt him press himself up against my ass, his hands slipping around to my stomach, taking hold of me and pressing me firmly to his midsection. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to answer him, so I merely shook my head up and down slowly. "You're going crazy inside, aren't you?" His upper body relaxed on my back and his hands moved up to caress my breasts. "You want me to pound you until your body free's itself, spilling your wetness all over my dick. Or maybe you would like my mouth to get you off really nice, and I could drink you in like the finest wine." His words were breathless against the back of my neck, sending chills up my spine.

His fingers ran up to the front of my shoulders, his arms holding me in a perfect lock underneath him, his pelvis grinding into my ass slowly, as he continued to speak. "I know what you want. And I know just how terribly you want it." Suddenly I was being spun around, thrown back against the slab. My hands were being pulled up over my head, he was laying on me in an instant.

"You want this so bad that you can TASTE it!" he yelled in my face. I began to sob, unsure of his next move.

"You CRY like a fucking BABY because you can't have what you WANT!" His breath blew strands of hair on either side of my face as I continued to cry, he showed no remorse. "Spoiled bitch. You want to come? You want me to work to get YOU off?" His stare dug through my eyes, searching for an answer of any kind. I gave him none. In the blink of an eye, his demeanor fell back to normal, his anger dissipated and he stood up, leaving me laying on the table in his wake. He turned his back to me and seemed to be reflecting silently for a moment. "What you want..is to be rewarded for nothing." He turned back to face me, his finger pointing accusingly towards me, his smile unaffectionate and cold. "You haven't earned that." His finger turned up and slowly moved back and forth. "Don't EVER assume ANYTHING with me."

I shook from the cold, feeling the sore points all ove! r m y body, though I knew I could never seek any sort of comfort from him. Tears fell down my face and I tried my best to steady my breathing. At this point, just about anything agitated him, and I was afraid of every move I made. He had taken something from beside the slab and came towards me slowly, contemplating what he wished to do next, his hands behind his back as I watched.

"Turn over and keep your hands well above your head." I did as I was told. He yanked my head back and replaced the blindfold once again. My heart began to pound in my chest as he secured the knot as tightly has he could. I felt metal close around my wrists once again, my arms held taut above my head. Again my head was yanked up and thick cloth shoved into my mouth, filling it completely, pushed so deep that I had to fight off the horrible urge to gag. I felt the cold stone against my cheek, my arms throbbing now that they'd been returned to the position they'd been in for so long to begin with. I felt my legs roughly being secured once again. I could hear metal clanking, various shuffling in one direction and then the next, followed by his steps back to the side of the slab.

"When I said you were mine, I meant it pure and deep. There will be no mistaking it, no misunderstandings, no denying it." As he spoke, I could hear the continued shuffling of what sounded like metal objects. My chest grazed against the rough surface underneath me as I drew in fearful breaths in and out. His smooth hand rested lightly on the small of my back just above the crack of my ass, he began to caress the skin softly. "There will be no mistaking that I mean business. I get what I want." His hand continuing to caress the area, comforting me ever so slightly, sending small chills throughout me. Something cold and wet was being rubbed in long sweeping motions down my spine, all the way to my tail bone. The strong scent of alcohol filled my nostrils and I cringed, as the smell had always reminded me of injury and sickness. His other hand continued to caress my lower spine.

"When I claim you, there's no way out short of demise, my dear." His words were cutting and somber. I screamed through the cloth consuming my mouth, as I felt searing white hot pain in my lower back, so intense in it's fiercely that there was no way imaginable to shut it out. Without the blindfold, my vision would surely have gone black as well, the excruciating pain ripped through me until I teetered on the edge of consciousness, my body shaking in horrible pain.

Even as the heat subsided, my back felt raw, as though the flesh had been torn to shreds. I cried heavily against the side of my arm. "Stop fucking moving" his words further shook me, but I tried as hard as I could to remain still despite the pain I felt radiating through me. "This must be perfect in every way, I won't settle for anything less. If you fuck this up, I'll be ashamed of you for all time, and will never want to look at you again as long as I live."

I felt painful wet warmth on my hands, my fingernails had dug into the skin so deep that I must have made myself bleed. Though it didn't match the dreadfully lingering waves of pain that continued to run over my lower back. Another cold wet swipe up my spine, and scouring heat up almost the entire length of my back sent me reeling back into horrific screams, my head spinning. Unable to do much else, I mentally and physically lost my battle of endurance and succumbed to the blackness awaiting me.