The next morning I woke up on the couch. I came to consciousness gradually, letting my memories of the previous night come back slowly. Each moment faded into place, allowing me a view of the most perfect night of my life; although, it most definitely should've been one of the worst. I rolled over quietly, trying to afford myself a view of the man who called himself my sir. Surprisingly, he was laying right next to me, one arm draped casually around my waist. I wanted to be afraid, angry, brave, anything other than what I was. I wanted to feel something other than overwhelming trust and connection to him. But you can't always get what you want.
I hadn't noticed but he must've been awake. His hand moved upwards to my face and grazed it, jolting me out of my internal debate. I jumped slightly before smiling sheepishly up at his softened black stare. He continued his caress, still looking at my face calmly. His stare was comforting and intimidating. After last night I couldn't tell which one predominated.
"Good morning," his voice was less controlling than last night, "are you hungry?"
"A little." I admitted.
When he stood up, leaving me alone on the warm couch that still had his imprint upon it, I caught the scent of his cologne. Was it cologne? It was warm, musky, and masculine. I buried my face in the upholstery, letting my nostrils be invaded with the intoxicating potion.
"I got you Cheerios again...I didn't know what you liked." now it was his turn to smile sheepishly. It was the first time I'd seen him smile. It was a small grin, but somehow his perfectly white teeth lit up his whole face, rendering him even more beautiful than I'd previously beheld. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He had dark hair that sat neatly on his immaculate bone structure. His cheekbones were defined and his brow bone proportioned, but it was what hid beneath them that was so stunning. His eyes, framed in black lashes, were blacker than night. I couldn't say they were the windows to his soul because he always kept them shadowed and restrained, but they were the windows to his dominance and demeanor.
"Yummy." I was perfectly happy eating the cereal straight from the box but he insisted that I use a bowl and spoon, even though there was no milk.
"Thank you," I told him after I was finished. He smiled again. I felt butterflies in my stomach. NO. I told myself. Stop it. He is a criminal. You are not playing into this. You are going home and never so much as thinking about Masters or slaves again. I looked down at my bowl with a stern glare.
"Stop it. Stop thinking about whether or not this is the right thing. You're here and you may as well give in to your painfully obvious desires and enjoy yourself."
"I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, I think you do." he flew up and grabbed my wrists, pulling them above my head and putting his other hand on the back of my neck. He half dragged half pulled me back to the couch. When he'd thrown me down, I was afraid again. He unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. The morning light gave definition to his chiseled body. His erection was at least eight inches long and it was barely standing up! My breathing subconsciously quickened as he came towards me, locking my mouth in a passionate, hard kiss. He propped himself onto the couch over top of me.
"You are going to tell me how much you want this, how much you've always wanted it, how much you want me." he purred.
Then his mouth has back on mine. I felt my juices flowing and his cock hardening further on my tummy. Suddenly his face went to my exposed breasts, biting and sucking my nipples, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. I almost moaned but caught myself. I wasn't giving in this time.
