I hope you have enjoyed 'Because of the Night'. Creating Mr. Leif, Taylor and Sir Glen was probably the easiest part of this journey.
Thank you for your time and enjoy the final installment of 'Because of the Night'.
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Taylor was on the lounge in her private room that Sir Marcus had provided for her. Since her return, she had kept to herself in this single cell, venturing out only when requested. True to his word, no ill befell Taylor here under his care, but he knew that the caged songbird couldn't sing. Sir Marcus was not blind to the hollows under her eyes or the red track marks on her cheeks. Glen had been right, there was something about Taylor and Leif neither of them could truly appreciate. Even simple tasks such as serving, made her thoughts drift to those of Mr. Leif commanding her.
Today her thoughts were of the second time she had spent with Mr. Leif.
Leif cleared his throat drawing her attention, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dim blue lights in the dungeon cell back at Sir Glen's that had been reserved for him tonight. Though his hands were clasped behind his back he could barely ignore the twitch of excitement that ran through his arms. He bent his head and took a few deep breaths.
-I can do this. She asked to be here with me.- he reminded himself.
Taylor looked anxiously over his shoulder as he faced the wall of assorted items she could only assume he enjoyed and had selected for this evening. She could swear that her heart had found its way between her ears.
As Leif's vision rose from the brick floor his eyes fell upon a pair of suede gloves and he was touched by just a fleeting thought that evoked his imagination. He suppressed the jitters of expectation and picked the gloves up and put one on, leaving the other on the table behind him.
He turned and approached Taylor who smiled to him. He nodded slightly and Taylor slipped to her knees, resting on the cushion that had been provided. Leif's ungloved hand reached out and gently gathered her hair to one side revealing a delicate neck inviting his tongue.
He brushed his gloved hand against her neck before allowing his mouth to explore this one small piece of her. As his touch sent a shiver up her spine, Taylor let a low gasp escape and she closed her eyes.
Leif didn't miss this moment and his whisper grazed her ear. "Keep them open Taylor."
"Yes Mr. Leif." the words barely escaped her mouth.
-How different this second time is.- she mused as she opened her eyes.
Sir Glen and Laurie were sitting together on a couch in the voyeur cell. Sir Glen stroked Laurie seductively as they watched.
"He seems to have quieted some of his demons." Laurie whispered softly as she nipped at Sir Glen's chin playfully.
"Some, but not all, but he does enjoy her company. He's grown wonderfully while he's been away. Much more creative." their eyes locked in a silent joke between the two of them and then shared a passionate kiss.
Taylor whimpered on the other side of the one-way glass. Leif was wasting little time with her taking her to the edge and then talking her back. Over and over again he would whisper something inaudible and then with the gloved hand caress Taylor to nearly a frenzied desire then draw her attention elsewhere.
"Please Mr. Leif..."the breathless gasp escaped from Taylor.
He took a ragged breath and spoke. "Yes Taylor?"
Taylor gulped as his hands continued their travels over her body. She opened her mouth to speak, but his covered hers before she could utter a sound. She melted into his kiss, pressing herself against him trying to make her desires known.
She shook her head to concentrate finding herself artfully chained spread, staring at her own naked reflection in the mirrors before her that all showed the vulnerable girl staring back. From behind her she felt Leif's warm breath graze her shoulders and the soft moist kisses lingering on her skin.
