It was bitter cold outside and the howling wind sounded like screaming children were pounding upon the walls. The fireplace crackled and roared, yet hardly managed to keep his feet warm against the chill and barren floors. Drifting slowly into the deep recesses of his mind, he was awakened from his trance by a soft rap upon the door.
"Come," his voice echoed and filled the room as a small figure entered slowly. She approached as if floating on air, every step deliberate and soft. Stopping directly in front of him, she quickly dropped to her knees, never lifting her eyes from the floor.
She was a most obedient servant and very rarely disappointed him. Although lately, he had very little interest in using her. Slowly brushing her long soft hair from her face, he softly spoke to her, "You may speak."
Her head rose slowly to meet his intense gaze, and her words trembled as she uttered them, a barely audible hushed whisper. "Master, I mean only to please you, for you are my life." Taking another breath to compose herself, she looked deeply into his eyes, hoping to find some of that passion and strength she had so come to love. "Master, I have a gift for you, I hope this does not displease you."
As soon as the words had left her lips she lowered her head back to the floor and desperately fought to keep the impending shudder from attacking her body. Her pulse assaulted her, rapid and violent inside her, making her breathing short and difficult.
Never before had she dared to be so presumptuous as to think she was worthy of doing anything without being told. In all her years of complete loyalty to him, she had never offered anything on her own. The thought of losing him haunted her, for many would die to have him as their master. She dared not look at him, dared not see that disappointment or anger in his eyes.
He chuckled loudly and slid his hand under her chin, raising her eyes to his, "What is this gift you speak of my child?" Inhaling a deep breath of relief, her burning lungs greedily swallowed the sweet air flowing in, she gazed upon his eyes, relishing the softness she found there. 'My child' was a term of endearment he used when she pleased him and even though her childhood years were long gone, the term pleased her as well, it somehow made her feel whole.
This time she could not keep her composure and her words fell stuttered from her quivering lips. "Master I....I....well, I thought that you have been most distant and....and...solemn lately, and this gift....this gift is only my desire to please you....Master."
He studied her face and found the fear imbedded there most delightful. She was such an innocent creature and near perfect in her obedience to him. Sounding slightly impatient now, he pressed further. "Well...where is this gift then?"
"Master, I have left it upon your bed," she replied, again lowering her head. With this he slid his hand behind her neck and wrapped his fingers tightly in her long golden hair. Pulling her head back harshly he suddenly stopped himself from reprimanding her as he gazed upon her eyes filled with love and fear. Slowly he pulled her closer to him and pulled her to her feet as he rose from his chair. He held her firmly by the hair and pressed his lips to her throat. As she eased her head back into his hand longing for his touch, she suddenly felt sharp searing pain.
Her blood was bitter to him and he released her. She fell to the floor and lay there in a heap as the cold air wisped upon her face by his jacket as he left the room.
His curiosity had peaked by the time he arrived at his door. As he entered the room, his senses were filled with her presence. He directed his eyes to the bed and locked upon the vision of beauty he found there, his gift.
As he approached her, he began to soak in her beauty, she was perfect. She was adorned in the finest black silks, draped over her figure, a shadowy outline of her shape, soft and inviting. She was tightly bound by the wrists and ankles, the shackles making perfect indentations in her delicate pale flesh. She had eyes of fire, piercing and burning; they were filled with hatred and fear, rapidly flashing colors before his very eyes, blues, greens, hues of grey. He was in awe of her beauty, her presence, her every struggle, every gasp for breath against the velvet gag that bound her jaw exposing her full lips.
This perfection lie before him, waiting for him. He moved his eyes upon her body, soaking in every crevice, every curve, every strained movement she made. He watched her eyes widen as he let his jacket slide off his shoulders and drop on the floor. He undressed before her and delighted in the glimmer of fear and amazement he saw as his large manhood was released from its constraints.
Sitting beside her, he carefully began removing her silken covering, revealing her pale perfection inch by inch. Her milky white skin exposed to him, he traced her body with his fingertip, gliding it between her large supple breasts and down her abdomen into the soft folds of her womanhood.
She fought against her binds furiously, ignoring the pain as the steel cut into her skin, struggling, desperately trying to move away from his prying eyes, his probing finger. Her struggle was in vain and left her breathless and still completely immobile. She was at his mercy. And like a child who has exhausted all energy in a fit of tantrum, she struggled for air, fighting to breathe normal between shuddered gasps
Her feverous attempt to escape delighted him and filled him with excitement as he gently caressed her cheek. It had been so long since he felt such arousal, such desire. She had long black hair that fanned across her chest as she jerked her head away from his touch. Running his fingers through it was like gliding through satin fringe, so soft and smooth. Her head jerked to and fro violently as he gathered her hair into his fist and pulled it tight.
Now unable to move her head at all, she merely whimpered as he traced her plump lips with his tongue. Oh, how wonderful she tasted, her lips had been traced in a dark red wine after being gagged and her taste was succulent and sweet. Gripping her by the hair more tightly now, he gently sucked on her bottom lip. He loved the way she tasted in his mouth and could not resist the urge to bite into her tender flesh.
Her blood was sweeter than the wine as her swollen lip fed him the sweet nectar. Her eyes radiated with heat piercing his own, raging with pain and humiliation, swelling with fearful tears.
Quickly he released her lip and glided his tongue up her cheek to taste her delicate drops of fear. Deep and salty was her terror, sweet delights in his mouth.
She smelled divine, of a funeral home filled with flowers, overpowering and alluring, filling the senses. Her essence permeated his lungs as he inhaled her odor. Tracing her pale skin with a manicured finger, he watched as a fine red line danced upon her snowy skin, entrancing him.
Captivated he slowly traced around her protruding breasts, grinning as her skin began to break out in goose bumps. Locking his eyes to hers he began massaging her breasts, plying them between his muscular hands. Her nipples defiantly hardened against their owner's orders, begging for his attention.
With a sly grin he wasted no time, enveloping her breast with his moist mouth. Long ago he had mastered seduction with his tongue and tonight was no exception. Her fear lost the battle to sighs of pleasure as her chest rose to his exploring tongue, sending pulses of delight through her body. She swallowed her breath and bit down hard on her gag, struggling to keep focused on her fear as the ripples of fire seared through her.
With expert manipulation he alternated between each breast, feasting upon her silken flesh and hardened nipples...all the while tracing her shuddering skin with soft caresses.
Her body moved with his touch and rose to his mouth betraying her, terrified, but lusting for more.
Sliding down her slender abdomen covering her with soft open mouth kisses he slid his hands beneath her hips and lowered himself between her legs. Digging his fingers into her soft skin he leaned into her and inhaled her smell once again. She was a virgin, he could tell...and it made his blood hot with desire.
Tracing her thighs with his tongue he watched as her eyes changed before him, her stare becoming flustered and bitter. She was an angel, this beauty chained before him, and probably saving herself for marriage. With visions of innocence lost and dreams shattered filling his head he slid his tongue into the soft folds of her pure untouched vagina.
Every muscle in her body tightened as he tasted her sex for the first time, she bucked and jerked against him, fighting desperately against his probing tongue. Her fighting stopped as abruptly as it had started as she began to feel waves of bliss unlike anything she had ever felt. Coming upon her delicate nub hiding in its hood from him, he circled like a shark about to make its kill.
Swirling his tongue around and around her swelling clit peeking out from its hiding spot, he could feel her arching her body into him. And as he lifted her higher with his hands clenched into her ass he swiftly suckled her clit into his mouth dancing his tongue upon it. Even through the tight gag her ecstatic sighs were audible and she began to tremble in his powerful hands.
