I know He is coming for me. He tells me at night in my dreams.
I remember the first time, I lay in my four poster bed watching the shadows from the moon dance on the walls. The spring breeze was blowing the sheer curtains as it flowed through the parted balcony doors. My eyes fluttered closed just as a shadow crept into the room. A calming voice in my head soothed my nerves with the mere thought “only a cloud passing the moon”. My body lulled into the haze of blissful slumber.
I felt His weight on the mattress as it gave beneath Him, my own tiny form sliding closer to His. My breath a soft purr as I snuggled against His hard body, inhaling His strong masculine scent. I felt His warm breath against my neck, His deep voice filling my ears… He spoke each word softly, slowly, the power of what He was saying sinking into my very soul. “you are Mine slut, Mine to use, to abuse, to violate and torture. I will have your soul.” His menacing laugh echoed through my mind, my trembling body only amused Him more. He felt my fear, my desire and He knew my need that was still a stranger to even me.
I felt His bitter cold talons against my flushed cheek. They raked my tender ivory flesh leaving a red angry trail as they slide to the valley between my naked breasts. My nipples hardened as He pressed the icy pad of each finger against my tender flesh. Cupping the globes in His rough calloused hand, weighing them as His fingers twisted the coral nubs. His laugh resounded in my head once again as His other hand pushed the down comforter lower, over my shaking form, my soft curves revealed to His eyes. My creamy thighs parted instinctively, my body was controlled by Him, I had no will of my own.
My hips pressed up, the soft pink folds of my cunt glistened with my juices the tell tale sign of my slutty need.. I squirmed my ass against the crisp cotton sheets wantonly, my mewls of pleasure rose above the sound of the wind moving through the trees. I was one with the night. He marked my flesh with bloody welts as His hands slid to the core of my lust. He cupped my mound in His palm, grinding my clit against my pelvis roughly. My fingers gripped the sheets, head rolling side to side as waves of pleasure washed through my belly.
“That’s it My little whore, fuck against your Masters hand” He growled out animalisticly, His desire evident in his hoarse words. My body arched off the bed as His nails pierced through the hard flesh of my nipple. A thick solitary drop of blood stained my porcelain skin, running along the valley to pool on my taunt belly. My eyes opened wide for the first time, staring up into the black void. I could not see His face, only those eyes. sparkling onyx, as deep as a black hole, as cold as space itself.