She rolled over and opened her eyes, the darkness keeping her blind. She fumbled around on her nightstand, wondering where her phone was. Then she looked down, the outline of his body on her floor surprising her. She had never allowed a man to sleep in her bedroom, even on the ground next to her bed.
His breath was calm and rhythmic while he slept. She watched him for a moment, enjoying how peaceful he looked. He had pushed the blanket off, leaving it mostly in a heap next to his body though some of it had managed to stay put partially covering his legs. The black leather collar was around his neck, an item she must have remembered to put on him even in her drunken state. The silver studs gleamed, picking up the small amount of light they could manage in the darkened room.
The more her eyes adjusted the more the lines of his form revealed themselves to her. He was on his stomach, and she imagined tracing her fingers down the indent where his spine separated his muscular shoulders. She could dig her nails in when she hit his lower back and drag them over his backside, leaving thin red trails to mark his skin.
The marks from the cane had faded completely, reminding her how long it had been since she had whipped him. Maddie's words came back into her mind. He enjoyed pain, but she wanted to maintain control of that pain. The thought of another domme marking his skin made her veins throb with rage.
She shivered and pulled her blanket up over her shoulders. The night air was becoming colder, sneaking through the window above her head. People in the country always left their windows open when the weather permitted it, and even during the times she lived in the city she couldn't break the habit. She sat up and quietly pushed it shut, careful not to disturb him.
She shivered again and quickly scooted back underneath her covers. He looked so warm, even without his blanket. She wasn't ready for the rain to come. Everyday the weather grew colder reminded her the weeks were passing. Eventually the one would come where he would walk through her door for the last time and shove the clothes hanging in his closet back into his duffle bag. But the next time she found the closet empty, he wouldn't appear back in the doorway as if he had heard the screams in her head begging him to come back to her.
She pushed the covers to the side and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the cool air attacking her naked skin. But his skin was waiting for her, warm and welcoming when she lay down on top of him. He stirred when she began pressing her lips to the skin on the back of his neck, just underneath the collar, then lightly bit into the flesh on his shoulder.
"Stay," she said when he tried to roll over.
"Yes, Mistress," he whispered groggily, turning his head just enough to press his lips into her fingers resting on his shoulder.
His words brought with them the surge of need they always forced from her body, making it drip onto his skin. Her knees pressed into the floor on either side of him, giving her the stability to rub herself into his back. She dragged her breasts between his shoulder blades then lifted herself so only the hardened tips tickled against his skin. Then she slid down farther, pausing when her body hit against something hard. She reached down between her legs, recognition registering as her fingers ran over the base of an item she had forgotten to remove.
"Why didn't you remind me?" she asked, twisting it with her fingers.
He tensed beneath her, sucking in his breath. "I didn't want to imply you forgot, Mistress."
She continued rotating it inside him, watching the muscles in his back move with every manipulation. "If you assumed I forgot, why didn't you take it out yourself?"
His nails dug into the floor, his body clenching down to try and pause the spin. "I didn't have permission, Mistress, and didn't want to get in trouble."
Both were reasonable explanations, or reasonable excuses. She couldn't decide which. "Then for the rest of the weekend you will wear it for ten hours a day," she said, leaning down towards his ear. "Ten hours of my choosing."
"Yes, Mistress," he grunted as she pulled it halfway out then shoved it back into place.
"Roll over," she demanded, then sat up on her knees while he turned underneath her. She made her way up to his mouth and lowered herself onto it. "Good boy."
His lips latched onto her, sucking her into his mouth. A tingle shot up her spine, then a chill jolted down her arms. When he released her she pulled away just long enough to turn around. She laid her body over him and pressed it into his, absorbing the heat it cried out for.
Her hand ran over his length then gently wrapped around his sac. He was heavy from days of denial, and she imagined the ache kept him more uncomfortable than her will. She laid her cheek against his skin and closed her eyes, keeping her hand wrapped around him. His pulse throbbed in her palm, and she mindlessly caressed it while she focused on the warmth of his mouth.
When the heat began to spread through her she let it take over, whimpering into his stomach until all that was left was the feel of his tongue pushing inside her. She forced her body to tear itself away from his then sat on her bed and looked down at him. He rolled over onto his side, his hardened length still reaching for her.
Fourteen years. The conversation came back into her mind like thunder shocking a silent night. But he hadn't run. He was still here on the floor by her bed, reminding her the next fourteen years would be much worse. Now who would she hunt? She would have to hibernate for the next fourteen years, until the day she woke up and no longer cared when she found the floor by her bed empty.
His eyes closed, his hands relaxing into soft fists, his body starting to accept its fate as another time passed where it wouldn't be allowed relief. But he had been a good boy, even when she had been in a less than dignified state. Though all the details still hadn't revealed themselves to her, she could still feel his arms around her keeping her steady.
She walked out of the bedroom and turned on the hallway light. It temporarily blinded her as she made the quick right turn into his room. She opened the third drawer down on the dresser and grabbed what she wanted, strapping it on herself as she made her way back to her bedroom.
His body was illuminated by the light now filtering in from the hallway. His eyes ran over her new appendage as she paused in the doorway.
"Knees up," she said, pouring lube down her length.
He bent them up, spreading his legs awkwardly before her.
"Good boy," she praised, looking down at all that was hers to devour. She knelt between his legs then slowly pulled out the plug.
His hands pulled his knees farther back as she pushed into him. She slid in easily, only stopping when her hips hit against him. She leaned over the top of him, planting her hands on either side of him. He lifted his head, his mouth searching for hers as she thrust into him.
