A Moment in Time

I had dreamed the scenario so many times I wasn't sure if it was truly happening, but honestly, I couldn't have cared one way or the other. As I waited in the bed, having been attached by each limb to the four large rings on each corner of the frame, I knew what was coming--or at least I thought I did.

In fact, the pleasures I had only dreamed of until that moment all faded from my mind as he stepped through the door dressed in slick black leather with my collar still circling his neck. My body arched of its own accord as he stood so close yet just out of reach. "Hello, Dark Princess," his voice washed over me like flames licking at my skin. The heat gathering within me was almost unbearable. I desperately craved his touch. It was no longer a simple want or need; it was as if his touch held the essence of my existence. I needed it to be complete.

He teased me with the smile I had come to love. Just a hint of sadistic pleasure lit his eyes. He had waited just as long for this moment. Nothing was going to stop him. I prayed nothing would so much as slow him down. I wanted the animal heat I could feel pouring off him from across the room. The need that had been building for so long. His smile brightened. "You may speak," he said, the words soaking my waiting body.

"Master," I panted. Words didn't want to form in the passion-addled brain in my head. The need for his touch seemed to overpower everything. Always before, it had been words through a call or images in a dream, but this was real. At last, I know the pleasure/pain of his touch. I was at long last at his and only his mercy.

"Master, what? Is there something you require, Dark Princess?" He asked, stepping closer. Not yet close enough to touch, but he brought with him the scent of his skin. Warmth continued to gather between my legs. I could feel the muscles pulsing in need. I wanted him inside me nearly more than I wanted my next breath.

I didn't know how to answer or even if I could. I sucked in the air focusing on his scent. "You, I need you. Touch me," the words tumbled out on a pant of air as I fought the need to struggle against my bindings. I knew it would be no use to struggle. He had ordered me restrained, and I would remain that way until my Master, the one with the key to unlocking the screaming pleasure I could feel building, decided it was time to release me. I wanted nothing more or less than that. I was his to use any way he wished, and nothing would change that.

"Is that so, you need me? What of me do you need, young man?" He asked, reaching out and running a single fingertip over my lips. The taste of his skin sent my mind spinning. This was real; he was finally here. We were together. Pleasure raced through me unchecked. I tried to hold off on what I suddenly knew was inevitable--my first orgasm with him--I had wanted it to be when he sank inside me, but instead, it slashed through me like a knife, taking my breath and dimming everything other than the sensation of his touch.

His smile was full of masculine pride as he watched the play of pleasure and emotions cross my face. "Oh, now, who said you could do that little one? Master didn't say you could cum yet." The feral smile on his lips gave the words a sense of threat, even though I knew I was safe. He dipped his head and placed the lightest kisses on my nose's tip. "Are you ready? Can just the touch of my finger set you off? Is the need so strong?" He questioned.

I didn't hesitate to answer. "God, yes, Master. Please." I could feel myself arching toward him even though the restraints wouldn't let me do more than lift myself an inch or two from the bed. Need pouring through me. I ached for his touch.

"Lay still now, you know the rules. You can only move at my command. I will give you a pass on the first one," his smile filled with embarrassed mischief as he glanced down at the front of his leather pants. I couldn't see what he was looking at, but I caught a change in the scent in the air. A smile tugged at my lips as I realized he had climaxed at the same time I had. I could smell the wetness in his pants. The scent made my mouth water. I did as I was told and forced my body to relax against the restraints. As each muscle loosened, the need grew. He was so close yet still just out of reach. "Dark Princess, we've waited so long for this. I want to take my time--to enjoy and explore--but I don't think I can," he said, stepping to the edge of the bed and taking a key from his pocket. He unlocked the cuff, holding my right hand. "Don't move." The words were growled through clenched teeth.

I knew his control was on the edge and followed his directions. He went around the bed, taking care to unlock each cuff and massage the flesh underneath for a moment. His fingers felt like electrical shocks as they touched me. Every muscle in my body was on high alert, and I longed for his touch. I could feel the heat licking up my arms from every touch. The need to burst into flame was nearly consuming.

Suddenly, his touch was gone. It vanished like smoke in the breeze. His voice remained. "Dark Princess..." he began, his words fading before he finished the honorific. He swallowed and tried again, his voice low and gravely. "Devlin...I love you, I've always loved you. I can't remember not loving you." He said, his fingers once again traced over my skin. I could feel the trembling of his fingers and continued to hold as still as I could.

"Xander, Master, Husband...I've loved you since the beginning of time." I arched at his touch.

This time, he didn't scold me for moving, and my hand lifted to touch his face as he shifted to lean over me. As my fingers touched his cheek, his eyes slipped closed with a sigh. He leaned into the touch, and before I could drag in my next breath, he was beside me on the bed. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. "Shit. Too many clothes." He pulled away only long enough to slip out of the leather he was wearing. Moments later, he was back next to me, skin-to-skin. The heat poured off him and warmed me. Words escaped me as his hands raced over my body, seeming to search for something he wasn't finding.

A long moment later, the heat had the room feeling like a sauna as we fought in a battle as old as time. He kept touching me as I drew my nails down his back when he moved to cover me. It was what I had longed for, wanted for so long, yet as he hovered over me, keeping the heated air between us, my breath caught. I arched my lower body, bringing skin back to the skin. His hardness took my breath away. The images, the dreams, the wanting, none of it compared to feeling the strength of his passion press against my center. "Please, please, please," I begged--something I had never thought I would ever do for anyone. The need was too much to take.

He sank into me with a sigh of pleasure. I expected him to race to the main event, but the moment he sank to the hilt, he lay still. My breathing synced with his in seconds. We were one, neither of us moving, simply enjoying the pleasure and pain of finally being together. I could feel him pulsing inside me and knew if either of us moved, it would be over in an instant. I held my breath. Slowly, he pulled back until he was just inside, then, with a shout reminiscent of a warcry, drove into me. I howled in pleasure as the climax washed over me with the power of a raging storm. He followed me a breath later, filling my body and soul.

As we lay trembling in each other's arms, he started to laugh. "So much for my famous control. God, my soul is singing, and all I can think about is taking you again," he laughed.

"Baby, Master, Husband, Mine." I rattled off the list of honorifics I had called him over the months apart. "I love you. You can have me anyway, any time." I lifted just far enough to kiss him. The taste of his lips filled the missing parts of my soul.

He lowered his forehead to mine. "Just let me catch my breath. We have the rest of our lives."