It was knocking on the door that woke her up. She thought she was sleeping for days. She thought her head would explode and her neck hurt so much. She felt as if she was really drunk. Another knocking and same beating in her head. Why she was down there on the floor?

As instant picture of a man standing against her, holding her upon her neck, danger glowing from his eyes, death itself, then soft voice, the one the one that can cradle you into beautiful oblivion. But she cried… Yes, she cried so much and that was what made her fall asleep on the floor. She cryed cause of things he told her. And not only that he told her, it wasn’t big deal what he told her, but how he did it. Demanding, but yet loving. Why?

“Herrin?” it was Michael and his voice was full of worry. Her beloved servant. Beautiful man, sensual, strong and so loving.

She stood up from the floor and opened door just to meet Michael’s dread on the face.

“Herrin, was-”

“It is ok, my darling, I am fine.” She probably looked as she was really drunk, terrible, with that make up all over her face and red eyes and all those shit. Damn.

“I am really fine, Michael”

Not even her strong reassurance made him feel little more relaxed and that start to annoy her.

She crocked her eyebrow to him and he instantly let his head fall down.

“As you say Mistress.”

“I need to go to take a shower. Stay here and wait for me, I ned to talk to you.”

“Yes Mistress.”

She went to the luxurious bathroom and stared at herself at the mirror. Fuck, she really looked terrible, with all that heavy make up on her face and she really had red eyes and… she had a slight bruising on her neck. Oh shit. Well you really need strength to lift someone from the floor and hold him like that and she was tall.She moved her fingers over her neck and closed her eyes remembering how he looked like. Pure anger, but controlled anger, calculated, malevolence and, something that made her shiver. He was so fucking hot like that. As an evil sex god. Perfect Dom. Well, that would make her rich, if nothing. She didn’t think about feeling she had in her stomach. No fucking way!

She carefully washed every part of her body. She felt dirty, really dirty cause of thoughts she had in her head. For fuck sake, she was sexually deviant and she felt dirty cause she thought that guy who could end her within a blink of an eye is sexy? No, she felt dirty, cause of the way that guy knew her. But how? How he knew her so well? And the most important, who the fuck was he?

She needed to check surveillance and she him entering her room, she needed to find out who he was.

She took long shower, almost a half an hour and she just dried herself and entered room naked. She loved to walk naked, she felt really comfortable with it. She wasn’t one of those beautifully carved women, but she had something most men got crazy with. She had that energy inside of her. She wore perfectly her body. Her waist wasn’t as thin and she wasn’t flat, there was some fat on her abdomen, not much, but there was some, she had athletic built although she didn’t work out. It was from the days in her youth. She never lost it. She had long and strong legs and wide hips, finishing with nice ass, fine breasts, nor small, nor big and cause of the type of sport she was into as young, she had wide torso. Everything packed perfectly with her. She looked physically strong and that was one of the good things if you want to be a Mistress and not only her look, but also what she had inside of her. She was aware of her flaws and she wore then with dignity.

Michael was there, waiting patiently, his head still down. He knew better, but not to look at her before she allow him to. Also, he knew perfectly how she looked like naked and she knew perfectly how she liked to be in front of him of Marcus. He felt her scent and that was enough for him o get aroused. His cock struggling in his pants as he locked his look on the floor.

“I need that”

He knew what “that” was. She wanted him inside of her. And by the tone she used, she wanted him hard and he was more than happy to oblige.

“Look at me Michael!”

And he did. He thought his cock will explode in his pants as he saw her. He knew every her perfectly, but yet, every time she made him wanna explode that instant. This is not going to last long, he was afraid and he knew that she wanted him to last long and he knew punishment if it doesn’t. He shivered by the mare remembrance of it and he was in a bliss. His Mistress could be such a sadist, but his cock would always listen to her, no matter what and not only his cock, his whole being.

She sat and the desk and separating her legs, so he could see her. She did it so wickedly and only she wanted now was his huge dick inside of her, whole at instant. She adored pain when he shoved it abruptly and then start ravishing her. She really did. And that was enough to make her wet. And that was enough for his cock to jerk inside of his pants as if it read her mind. She knew this wasn’t going to last long for him and she didn’t care, not now. She needed fast release, only he can give to her by rough sex.

“You know what to do?”

He nodded.

“Say it Michael!”

“Yes, Mistress, I know what to do.” His voice was hoarse and that was what she wanted to hear. Damn he had so hot voice.

He walked toward her, fixating her and when he was an inch away, he took her hand and whirled her around, pressing her ass against his cock. He bent her over the desk and unzipped his pants letting his painful erection to spring from it. He put fingers inside of her, measuring warmth and wetness of her core and when she moaned he knew she was ready for him. His did exactly what she wanted. He shoved his huge cock inside, whole and she almost screamed and that was good. His Mistress enjoyed it and she was satisfied by his doing. He start pounding inside of her violently as that was her calling. And she moaned hard. He knew she was both in pain and bliss and he wanted to stay like that. He adored he wildness. She was like animal sometimes, no control, and she was strong enough to withstand his strength. He was ravishing her, madly gasping by every thrust, she moaning and pressing hard against him. She wanted him as deep as he could go. That wasn’t sex, that was aggression firsthand. He wanted to grab her by her neck and make her struggle for air while she was coming, but he knew she would slap him cause of that. She always did and he always liked it, but tonight, she needed his libido high and primal and he was sure not to let her dominate her, at least not yet.

She felt his hand on her neck, squeezing her and instantly it brought the picture of a man who was in her room, pressing her against the was with promising killer look. She screamed hoarsely as she felt waves of orgasm overwhelming her. Michael continue to fuck her with same strength he did, still rigid, still at a brick of explosion and as her sex start constricting around his cock, capturing it inside of her, squeezing it as he was squizing her neck, he explode inside of her with a low growl, leaning against her back and letting his cock throbbing inside of her while releasing it’s load.

They both breath heavily and he released her neck putting his hands on the desk comforting his body on it.

“You know what to do Michael.” It wasn’t a question and no matter how hard she was breathing and how her voice was hoarse, there was undeniable tone in it and he found himself on his knees, pressing his lips on her core, sucking everything, cleaning her from every liquid that was inside, worshiping her completely. She was his Goddess his Universe and she deserved nothing less…




“Entschuldigung!” She made apology roll over her lips, by kicking hard against huge human body that materialized in front of her. She was pissed cause she almost said hello to the floor with her ass and that, he had to catch her around her waist to prevent that shame and she was pissed he was even on her way! She shot him angry glare just so she could meet two amused gray eyes, staring at her. His lip was curled into satisfied smile, also amused.

“Kein Problem.” He just answered, but he kept his hand around his waist little longer.

She cleared her throat and set herself free, shooting another nasty stare at him and marched away into the crowd.

Damn she was pissed! The ordering was late, her servants, as she like to call all them, fucked up with one of the orders, they payed much more then they should and they barely made in time to refund loss and fucking, they should put lights on the back of the club, not on the fucking front! She thought steam was going from her ears. She will whip them all together later, so fucking good, till her own hands start to hurt.

The picture of them weeping below her strikes the smell of their blood as she was ripping their skin with it. All made her anxious to get to the bottom of the  job, but, she had to climb stupid throne and couple of hours of declining low lives to be her slaves and subs. She took a deep breath before climbing to the throne and then, suffering has begun. Sweaty bodies didn’t even noticed her, before she climbed the throne, but when she did, she already saw couple of leeches turning toward her, wanting to come and beg. Her most loyal servants stood beside her, each on the side. They loved her, worshiped her and she loved them. They were good servants, trustworthy, smart and they knew how to behave in the presence of the Mistress and damn they knew how to satisfy her sexual needs. Sometimes she would fuck only one of them, but she loved them both with her. Sometimes one would fuck her, while she pegged other, or she would just enjoy watching they fuck each other first, before they mount her. The three of them were some crazy, deviant trio and they were the only who were permitted to shove their cocks inside of her.

“Herrin…” With that one everything started. He  talked how she is great, how he doesn’t deserve her and so on and so on. Down to the point, he was boring so she just waved to her lovers and they made him go.

This is going to be long night of refusal, she thought. Mostly, she never took anyone. She didn’t have too. She had girls who did that for her and guys who enjoyed to work out some nice lady, willing to show nice money. She owned this club and she was just the attraction, nothing else. A doll.

She took a break of 5 minutes after almost two hours of waving her hand, dismissing leeches and when she returned to her stage, she had something to see. In front of her, was that guy she crashed into, with that annoying amused smile on his lips.

“Mistress…” he addressed her on English “My apology, but I am afraid that I don’t speak German very well.” He bowed slightly in that I-am-at-your-service-style and then looked at her, again smiling. Damn he was annoying, but she had to play along.

“I thought, I have already apologized to you in the hall?”

“Yes, of course, you did.” That irritating smile in his eyes started really to piss her off.

“So? What do you want?”

He looked at floor as if he was thinking of what really did he want, then he glanced at her again.

“A drink.”

“Excuse me?”

“I want a drink.”

She glanced at her servants, then at him and she couldn’t help her self, but not to laugh.

“Well, this is a club, so you suppose to have a drink. Now go help yourself.”

He start approaching her and her loyal servants stood in front of him, shielding her. She tapped them on the solders and they split, revealing his face again to her. But they were tensed, ready to kick in again if they needed to.

He smiled, now little wider.

“What I meant, was, I want a drink with you.”

She scanned him and just answered, coldly “Nein.”

She already start pivoting with her eyes toward full club when she heard him from below.

“What was in your glance, there in the hall, was real you. This one isn’t.”

She shot him stare, and this time she was almost overwhelmed with rage. Not only that he was trying to toy with her, but he was also disrespecting her, right now. She stood up and  she imaged him under her feet, fighting for his breath, but she had to control herself, and she knew perfectly what her silent rage did to the people she disliked. He was just some huge balled human being, with a little of a brain in his head, full of himself, probably some frustrated wannabe Dominant or Master who thought that he could become one if he insults people around him.

She stepped toward him and cupped his chin, lowering her face toward his so close he could almost feel fluttering of her eyelashes on his cheeks and she talked silent, but loud enough so he could hear her through the pounding of the slow bass.

“I am not something you should take for granted, sweetheart. Now, if you want me to leave you with your dignity, you will nod and stroll away from here. Am I clear?”

A shadow passed over his glance, but he nodded, smiled and walked away.

She was so fucking tired and she needed to retired. She said her servants that the throne will be empty and she went to the bar taking a bottle of whiskey from the bartender and went to the back of the club and her home sweet home.

She turned lights on and froze.

A guy who she hit in the hall, who pissed her off in the club, was sitting in her chair looking at some photo.

“What the fuck-”

‘He tossed the photo on the desk, flipped face down and walked slowly toward her.

She noticed then, with what grace he was walking and how tall he was and how… damn he really looked dangerous the way he walked toward to her.

He smiled. Again, that amused, annoying smile and that provoking look.

“Oh, well, I am guessing you changed your mind about a drink?” He nodded toward the bottle of whiskey in her hand.

“How the fuck have you got in here?” She was still completely shocked.

He just shrugged.

“Maybe your gorillas aren’t that good and they seems.”

Gorillas??? No one calls her lovers gorillas!

“Take your pathetic ass away from my room.” She was boiling.

At a matter of second, she felt her air tube was pressed, her throat burning and she was kicked against the wall, struggling for the air. His hands around her neck and his face so terrifying. There was no smile in his eyes, nor on his lips. He was brute force of malice.

“Maybe you think I am one of those puny humans crawling to you begging you to pay a little bit of your majestic attention to them, but as you can see, you are so wrong, ‘sweetheart’. ”

He held her so strong, she could swear her body was lit of the floor and she could swear that he didn’t feel her weight at all. Whole world became dizzy to her and start to darken.

He came closer to her in a manner she did to him before.

“Now, if you want me to leave you with your life, you will nod. Am I clear?”

She nodded.


A joy came again to his voice and smile on his face. He let her down and took a bottle of her hands, waiting patiently for her to catch her breath. She coughed bending over her waist, trying to force the air come into her lungs.

She heard him open the bottle and pouring the liquid in glass.

When she caught enough air to breathe properly, she straighten herself and shoot him another wrathful glance.

He smiled wider, lifting his eyebrow and nodded at the empty chair for her to sit, stretching out the hand with one glass.

“All I wanted was to have a drink.”

She sat down and grabbed glass, still giving him hateful glance.

“Your accent is strange. You are not from Germany. Where are you from?”

Silence and stare.

“Are you somewhere from Russia, I would say so, cause your accent reminds me of Slavic one?”

More silence.

After a short pause, he snorted and shoot another question.

“Does your family knows what you are doing here?”

No, she thought and good they didn’t, but she reminded silent.

“Does he know?” He nodded toward photo on the table.

He… He took that photo of her with her ex. No, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t care.

“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want?”

“Well again you with your tone. And all I want is to have a nice conversation and a drink with you.”

“Great you had your drink and you had a conversation, now, get the fuck out of here!” She snapped. She didn’t care who he was or what he wanted, or if he was some king of a hit man. He was going on her nerves and she wanted him out. NOW!

He lifted his eyebrow meeting her eyes with another gaze of malice, he had when he was holding her by her neck.

“I am afraid I wasn’t so clear before?” He nodded toward wall where he was holding her.

She swallowed and he liked the reaction, cause he smiled again and started with questioning.

“Why you’ve chosen to be a prostitute?”

“Excuse me?” She tilted her head, offended by his question.

Well… But she was a prostitute, right? Yes, the club was hers and she didn’t have sex with people she worked, but that was a prostitution. And she was a prostitute pimp. Damn it!

“Why you’ve chosen to be a whore?”He repeated question using a word she really hated. She wasn’t a fucking whore!

“I don’t know what do you want or who are you, but you will mind your tongue. I am not a prostitute and I do this, cause I enjoy in this.”

“You do?” He lifted both of his eyebrows as if he was surprised by her answer. “So, if I want to fuck you, I don’t even have to pay you, cause you are enjoying in being a prostitute?”

That was it. A last drop in her already full glass. Enough of control.

“Get the fuck away from my sight!”

He stood up, eyes full of anger. And he started coming toward her, praying on her.

“It is funny how strong you are on the words and how weak you are on the deeds.”

She noticed then that she started walking back, away from him. She froze immediately as if trying to sway him that she is strong enough to confront him, even though he was much bigger then her, and stronger, and deadly. Fuck it, he was going to kill her, probably and this was her end, but then again, she has nothing to lose, right?!

Again in a matter of seconds he was over her vertically, pressing her against the wall and talking into her ear, while taking her breast roughly in his palm, squeezing it.

“So, I just have to fuck you and I don’t have to pay to you, or should I?”

She gasped as he squeezed her other breast.

“Anyway, I wouldn’t like to leave you without money, so, how much it is to fuck you?”

He moved his hand over her abdomen and pressed her harder on the wall.

“How much it is to shove my cock deep inside of you?”

Now, his hand was on her sex, fingers moving her panties, searching for a core.

She gasped again as he shoved his fingers deep inside of her. He put two right away and it hurt.

“How much does it cost for you to forget him?”

He start fingering her and she became wet. She didn’t want it, but she did.

He ignored how her sex responded to the violation.

“How much does it cost for you to erase every smile you had with him and to destroy yourself?”

His face came into her mind vividly as if he was in front of her. His smile, his look, his touch… Everything.

She felt tears on her cheek and she heard herself cry.

He let her go and her knees betrayed her and she felt on the floor, moving them close to her chest and she start weeping. This was what she was really. This was how she felt really. And yes, she was a fucking whore and she wanted to destroy herself and she hated herself and that hatred was killing her.

He crouched near her and cupped her chin, talking softly.

“Do not kill yourself with your fear. This in not who you are. You are not a prostitute. You don’t have a price. You are much above all of this. Go and leave this darkness behind yourself.”

He was holding her few moments more and the he stud up. She heard doors open and close and she wept more, cleansing herself from the poison she felt for so long, from the darkness that was inside of her. She felt hatred slither out of her and she was so tired. She lay down on the floor where she was sitting and she closed her eyes, falling into deep dream instantly.

Forbidden yearning

He cradled her with his body, holding her tight against him. She felt his warmth rising upon her skin so profoundly. She felt his scent, strong, a smell of autumn, of a rain.

She was was trying to breath calmly, but she felt aching sensation between her thighs and as it pulsate unwillingly, her breath was cut of. She sensed him smiling. He knew, he knew perfectly what she was feeling.

He moved his hand over her back, slowly, across her hips and her thigh, not giving her the satisfaction of a glance. He was still punishing her, but this time, gently.

She felt the skin on her bottom still burning from the slashes he gave to her. She was bad and he was furious cause of the constant mistake she was doing. Laughing in his face, she was always laughing in his face when she needed to simply be serious.

He wasn’t funny at all when he was serious, with that dark look in his eyes, calmness as f he was serial killer. No, he wasn’t funny, he was scary and he did scared her then. How easily those loving eyes could turn into ruthless ones…

She felt his hand on her butt, caressing her slowly. He was feeling the skin bellow his fingers, shapes of the lash. And there were markings on her. Pulsating as each mark was alive for itself.

Her breath locked into her lungs as he touched her butt and he did understand exactly as it was.

“You want me, don’t you? Deep inside you, filling you completely till you scream?”

By saying that, he grabbed her ass tight, squeezing it and she moaned. She had no permission to move an inch, but he said nothing about moaning.

She sensed smile in his voice as he was holding her.

“What if I take you from behind? And by behind I don’t mean your pussy. What do you think?”

It was a trick. It wasn’t matter what she was thinking. She was his toy to be played with the way he wanted. She swallowed trying to give the best answer, but he just cut her.

“I will help you with that answer you are struggling to give me. I. Don’t. Care. What do you want and I want you right away on your four.”

She swallowed once again, but she obeyed. She was better to do so, cause when he demanded, she knew there was no way from her to get cool from this one. She could only get more beating and him thrusting deep inside of her, making her wanna scream, but holding her lips shut, with her head on the floor. She was his pain slut and more then that she was his attention slut. She knew it. Sometimes she would deliberately piss him off, just so he could make her pay for it.

She was on her four, waiting for him to slid inside of her. Preparing her anus for pain and pleasure after it. He leaned his hips against hers and she felt his throbbing erection wanting to go inside. She gripped her hips and yanked her toward him and she moaned again. She was so wet and she wanted him inside, her ass, pussy, whatever he chooses, just to have him. He repeated movement and she moaned louder. She felt light-headed and her heart start pounding hard inside of her chest, making breathing very demanding action. He did it again and he just murmured “Please

He laughed now, and she heard that merciless tone of his voice.

“You really think you deserved me fucking you? My cock inside of you?”

She felt… She felt her ego was slammed against the floor and stepped on it.

She didn’t. She crossed her line, laughing at his face and she didn’t deserved him caressing her either after he punished her. She didn’t deserved him fucking her the way she loved, no, she didn’t. But yet she wanted to turn over and slap him and make him fuck her hard. Of course, he knew that and even before she could answer, he grabbed her hair and pulled her hard, hitting with her back against his chests and whispered threatening in her ear- “You don’t deserve a second of my attention, not because you laughed in my face, but because of what is on your mind right now. I know you, but you constantly try to forget that. YOU are my property and you better start acting like that or we are going to have a huge problem. Am I clear?”

All she could do, was to nod, but he yanked her harder and hissed through his teeth- “I asked you something!”

“Yes, Sir, you are clear.”

“Wonderful… Now you are going to lay down and sleep. You know you need to wake up early in a morning.” His voice was sweet again, gentle, soft. But he was giving her an ultimate punishment, sending her aching to bed. She had to control her yearning and she was so bad at it, and he knew and he wanted to torture her by using the best tool for that: Knowing her deeply.

On for the kill

She was told by The Madam that he is one very fine gentleman and regular customer. She also added that he was very rich, which meant that he, not only needs to be satisfied by offer, but also being kept as a most precious pearl.

Cindy was beautifully looking girl. One of the best wears in Madam’s store. She had that long auburn hair, dark hazelnut eyes that sometimes shined red. Delicate face lines, nice breasts, soft bright skin. She was really extraordinary looking girl. And she was foreign. That last fact was telling that she was illegally in the country, went away from her parents, trying to look for some decent job that would make her rich and as every other girl with similar yearnings she ended as sex worker. At least she was on top very fast, cause of her looks. Her real name was little strange, but it didn’t matter, every girl had new identity the moment they came to serve Madam’s costumers.

Cindy step out the car, looking at card with address, then she looked at house, matching the address and whistled. Madam was right. He was rich. Loaded.

With her opened jaw she walked across yard toward door and rang. She wanted to make herself look as seductive as she could. Tight black dress coming to her knees, perfectly featuring her beautiful built. She wasn’t some cheap hooker from the street, she had style and she got used to enjoy in the company of rich men. Finally her looks paid off, no matter if it was foreign country.

She heard muffled voice from inside telling her that she can come in and she did. She almost fell down seeing interior of the house. It was fucking castle, not house. High ceilings, huge chandelier in the middle of the hall. All in stylish design, she didn’t know nothing about, but everything looked so good and perfectly matched. Of course all was perfectly matched. If you have such money you match parts of furniture to express some particular style. This one smelled as baroque and she liked it.

“Greetings Cindy.”

She heard the most beautiful voice coming from the gallery and when she looked up, she saw the owner of that voice. He wasn’t real. Tall, so handsome, brown hair falling on his shoulders, bright eyes. She wasn’t sure what color they were as he was standing far away.

He greened obviously highly amused by stupid look on her face. She cleared her throat as fast as she could and fought to sound as normal as possible.

“Good evening Sir?” She wanted to know his name.

“Nicolas, my name is Nicolas.” he answered as he was coming down.

Of course it was Nicolas. She thought. Somehow Bill or Jack didn’t go with all the class.

Now he was very close to her, smiling. His whole face was smiling. Those sensual lips, his eyes, that were green. Beautifully green eyes.

Omg, he was stunning! Unreal!

He jerked out his hand and took hers, bowing upon her knuckles, pressing his lips gently on them. And a gentleman. But Madam already said that.

“Please.” He gestured toward some door.

It was more as living room. Huge sofa, the one you see in those old paintings where some chubby half naked lady lying down in lusty way eating grapes or whatever.

She thought she will had sex there. She wanted to have sex there.

He stood up behind her, holding her shoulders softly and whispering seductively in her ear to go and sit down on that huge sofa.

She obeyed without hesitation. He sat near her and once again he took her hand into his, looking her bellow his perfect eyebrows, smiling. “You are beautiful Cindy, only that name doesn’t suits you.”

Her heartbeat skipped a little, but she kept calmness in her voice.

“You may call me however you find suiting, Sir.”

He smiled little wider, showing that he liked the way she played her role, moving his face near hers, she thought he would kiss her and he answered very, very silently, caressing her skin with his breath. “What about Kalina?”

Shock traveled through her as a lighting struck her.

She jumped from the sofa staring confused at him. Then a mad current of memory came into her mind and she shook her head not trusting her eyes.

It was the same smiling face she saw 5 years ago. Only then, she was his prisoner, toy. She wanted to forget everything from those 2 months of torture. He was monster. He fucked her all the ways he wanted, he tortured her. Everything was in gloomy darkness and she couldn’t remember the face well, but she should be alarmed by that soft voice and  those eyes. Yes, she should.

She start running away from him as panic start awaking inside of her, but the moment she grabbed door handle, she felt hard grip on her hair and she felt down. He was holding her, looking at her with cold gaze. There was no former softness or warmness. He was Death itself.

“I like them fighting, but I hate when they run, Kalina!” He jerked her hair harder and he moaned with pain, tears falling down. It was her end, she knew it.

The way she moaned and teared he felt huge arousal. His cock awoke and start pressing against his pantaloons. He tossed her across the room as if she was nothing more then a feather. She slid over the floor knocking on the sofa, she was sitting in, few minutes before. He came inhumanly fast at her and he grabber her on the hair once again, lifting her up. She cried, loosing her sight from the pain she felt.

He turned her around bending her over the sofa, pressing her ass hard against his aroused cock. hissing- ” You remember this treat don’t you, little human bitch? You enjoyed so much in this inside of your slutty ass and pussy, didn’t you?”

She cried, not able to move an inch from his inhuman grip.

Hi took her throat in his hand and with one fast movement hi slid it open. She start choking in the blood and collapsed on the sofa, spilling warm liquid all over purple upholstery of the sofa.

He didn’t noticed he wasn’t alone in the room and he turned abruptly, prepared to attack when he heard her voice. ” Why do you have to make a mess all the time, Nicolas?”

She scanned him and she saw his erection. Measuring him she lifted her eyebrow and she imagined him deep inside of her, ravishing her. He moved fast toward him, grabbing his cock in one solid grip and when he moaned, she felt wet pool between her legs. She wanted him so fucking much. She wanted his cock deep and hard inside of her and she wanted him over that dead bloody body of the human whore.

He gabbed her, turned her ripping her clothes, taking her, shoving his aching erection deep inside of her. She moaned and teared, he was so violent, and rough, exact way she wanted him. Smile of satisfaction came upon her face as he started fucking her as hard as he could.

He filled her with his load fast and he felt her sex spasms. He was breathing heavy, feeling his muscles relaxing slowly.

“You should keep her alive so we can drink from her, before you spilled all that blood around.” She said looking at the body under her, with smile in her voice.

“We have enough to drink from Alex. Now clean that up!” He ordered, dressing up and disappearing from her sight.

Victorious defeat

There was something in him, something that always drove her little bit closer. Was she feeling a rage? Yes, she did. She was hurt, afraid, guilty and he was reason for it. He abandoned her when she needed him the most and she failed a lot in her life cause of that.

But then all that rage, would transform into pure adoration when she was looking at him. Not willingly, of course, but as little demon, ordering her to forget the only reasonable feeling she had for him and that was hate.

His eyes… His illuminating green eyes, toxic, piercing… Only one gaze is enough to steer your skin, muscles and bones away and strip naked your soul. She knew, although she was afraid, she knew she was his from the moment she saw those eyes.

He moved with cats precision, muscles firmly tensed, delicately defined, threatening as he could sprung every moment toward his pray and his pray was her. His gaze unyielding, his cheek bones  gently highlighted just to give his eyes even viscous look, jaw bone firm and delicate, his face perfectly aristocratic and lips… Lips made for kissing, lips that screamed lust.

His fingers moved slowly over her chin, her neck, her collar bone, leaving fire trail on her skin and she gasped. His lip curled back into a satisfied smile and he continued moving lower. Finger found place between her breasts and rounded their shape, moving even lower while exploring every depth of her being with his gaze. She closed her eyes, forcing consciousness to stay. Her knees were weak as if she was just a mortal teenage girl. He knew it perfectly, he saw it, he could sense everything about her, so he moved his hand across her belly toward her hip and jerked her gently toward him. He was her pillar, and he made sure she knows it. The other hand he moved across her inner thigh, making her gasp once more and her heart to start hammering in her chest, another smile on his lips and then that demanding hunger prowl out from her body as he found her aching sex. He palmed it and slowly rubbed it, placing finger on her core.

She yanked her head backwards as if that will make her breath clearly. It was illusion. Her breaths were locked inside her lungs and the only way she could release them was with gasp and moan.

He erection was pressing against her belly, strong and ready to conquer her inside.

She was ready to yield to him.

Within a blink of an eye, he took her in his arms and placed her legs around his hips, forcing her against the wall. His erection pressed hard against her wet sex and she moaned once more. She was losing control and she was searching for his lips trying to regain a bit of it and then she saw his drunk desire, his burning lust.

Demanding, and complete.

He tossed her on the bed as if she was nothing but a rugged doll and lied his long body across hers, ripping her blouse, cutting into gentle lace of her bra and finally taking what he wanted. Her nipples were rigid in his mouth and as he sucked them, she arched her back, making her breast protrude more toward his hungry tongue.

Her nails ripped his skin on his back and a low growl ripped away from his lungs. She was exactly where she wanted him now. She hurried her hand toward his pants button, just so he could grab them and move it away.

“Tonight you are mine the way I want it.”-he said with husky voiced, mixed with a growl.

He was her hunter and she his pray.

She released her a pressure of his body just so she could turn her on her abdomen and press his erection hard between her butt cheeks. She moaned loudly, biting the sheet below her. He found her neck and bit into it, making whole her world to crush into one burning thirst.

He yanked away her pants, destroying them just as he did with the blouse along with her panties. She heard him unzipping his pants and then…

Bliss. Dark. Lust. Fire. Damnation.

She saw hunger in his eyes, but she wasn’t expecting this much. He thrust deep inside of her, wetness, making her almost come that instant. She ached her hips more toward him, but he pushed her back with his hand and the shove his cock even deeper.

He placed his left hand on her neck, hoisting her face of the sheets and leaning his cheek on hers, while ravishing her, making her muscles to constrict sending waves of climax all over her. Her throbbing sex encased his, making him release his load deep inside of her with yet another growl.

She was his, completely.

They were lying down still long after their orgasm in silence, only sensing each other relaxing.

He needed her, he needed her desperately and there was no coming back now.

Perfect punishment

She felt gentle, smooth touch, moving across her lips, making her to slightly open them… blind and bound to a will of her Master all she had, all that she could feel was just immense amount of warmth, desire, urge to belong to him, fully and without any restriction… She knew she made mistake before… she disappointed him. No pain could make her feel more punished then this… This soft touch… so sensual, so overwhelming. This was her punishment.. she got something she didn’t deserve, guilty by all means. Her lip stretched a little into a smile, as his finger was still on it, but again it was mistake… rough grip upon her jaw, and cold word: “ Don’t! “ Another omen of her punishment. Now she was sure, this was a teaser. He was playing with his pray. Waiting for another mistake, making her to relax and breathe calmly so he would strike. Her heart start drumming like crazy, she felt fear and joy. She knew what was next… she knew him too well and she knew his ruthless nature. That line of his, make her give herself to him, that cruel nature, that coldness in his voice when she was about to receive punishment and such love and appreciation after it. She was his Goddess and his Slave. And he… he was her Universe. Fingers start to move across her skin, again smoothly, slowly, just so she couldn’t feel them anymore. His touch disappeared and another current of fear strike her, mixing with solitude… she couldn’t stand that feeling, not to be touched by him. It lasted for eons and solitude grew like a cancer in her stomach. Then burning pain on her back, and another and another. Her happiness showed again… He never left her, he was there all the time, enjoying in the view of his pray… another one, harder… She could feel his anger in every strike he bestow upon her. She grimaced now, but in her body warm feeling of joy spread again, killing that sorrow she felt before. Yes, she knew she deserved it and she loved it, she loved to belong to him. Touch, as a napalm on her sensitive skin, but it was the same touch as she felt on her lips… grip, and squeeze, another glimpse of anger… Her being could scream but all she said was silent, obedient: “Thank you Master.” She heard him smirking, like a little gasp of air broke away from his throat as he slowly start moving his hand again over her back toward her neck and head. Pull was so hard, she could feel tears in her eyes, and then she felt violent thrust of fingers into her already wet sex… Evidence of her demise, her urge, her uncontrollable desire. Another smirk and another pull, harder thrust… He knew he could make her cum like this, so well. Moan was hard as second time he pierced her, it was almost close to scream and he just stopped abruptly. She felt his breath so close to her ear and he whispered, seductively, dangerously: “ Who told you to make a sound? ” Another thrust , deep, rough and she just bit her lip, locking moan in her throat. He paused, waiting for apology… Her voice was weak, but yet she managed to say it clear enough: “I am sorry Master.“ Weakness in her voice made him smile. It wasn’t the simple words that he wanted to hear, it was her feeling of guilt by disappointing him, her honesty, her fragile breath… that was what he wanted to see, what he cherished most of all. He took off her blindness allowing her eyes to enjoy in light again and cupped her chin moving her head toward him. He wanted to see her and she knew it. She opened her eyes slowly gazing into him. That capturing dark pools that his eyes represented, demanding, soft and merciless at same time. Her favorite picture. If she could only stop the time so she can enjoy in this moment forever… Another thrust, and another, he continue piercing her deep, hard, fast. She bit her lips again, making grimace, trying not to make mistake again. Her body screamed, her muscles constricted… another and another. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to focus not to lose control over her voice, but he noticed it and reacted fast as viper, shaking her chin, making her to open them again. She needed to lock her eyes upon his gaze. And yes, she knew this was another punishment. Fingers moved violently in and out, building her orgasm so fast, so strong. He will not deny her this and she knew it. Another strange way to show her punishment and she understood it well… Everything hers belonged to him, her body, her soul, her pleasure, all. She constricted again as he enjoyed gazing upon her look of pure lust. He knew too well she is close as he could almost feel her first wave so he pounded in her hard again, releasing flood of pleasure, feeling strong pulsations against his fingers as her core was fighting him. He saw her fight, how strong she was struggling not to disobey order she got and all he could feel was joy. His perfect slave… She grimaced again, as he noticed pleasure overwhelming her, making her to rock her hips against his fingers inside, that now stood calmly in her… He pushed her and now he enjoyed the show, perfect theater of lust, her dance she performed only for him. Waves after waves built in her, making her breath coarse, heavy just so it can be replaced with fast one. She wanted to say something, she wanted to thank him, to tell him how much she loves him, how much she wants him, but all words just reflected in her eyes as she locked them deep inside. He knew all, he didn’t need the words. He took fingers out as pulsation stopped and her body felt relaxed, sweaty… And he just leaned them upon her half opened mouth, touch the outside and inside of her lips again gently and she moved her tongue to lick her sweet liquid, token of his victory. He just leaned his lips on hers, kissing her softly, but deeply, impregnating her with his soul and all feelings he had for her… all in that one kiss.


Deep ties


You wonder what can I see, gazing deep into your eyes? Curiosity, so restless inside of you intriguing, arousing … Hear a whisper cuddling your senses, close your eyes and feel … One simple soft strike in the middle of your being, awaking the tornado in depths of it, reaching out for the throne of whole pleasure, mixing the tastes of lust, passion and satisfaction. Cutting slowly your breath away as you can feel small movements in your cock, so small, they can skip the eye, but so intense they are sending waves of chill upon your spine, forcing you to grab armrest with your hands almost unconsciously. Still you are the master of your own body, still you are able to reach toward reason and calm it, successfully struggling with the forces that are eager to take over …

Your breathing calm, with only, but few, unwilling pauses caused by hot current of the air coming from my whispers. You feel my lips opening slowly, almost lazy, lightly touching your earlobe, sending another strike into your cock. Now movements become more intense, grip harder, images start to roll into your mind … What can you see now, I wonder? By the grimace you made, unaware of it, my glance found your arousal, hard and complete. I could swear I saw pulsation of it. I could swear I heard blood running fast through the pipe, almost boiling, making mess in your whole being, your head, playing with your brain.

Master of your own body … Illusion.

Harder grip, now frantically holding upon the only safe spot, trying to bring your body into harmony again. Body, taken by sweet chaos. Tightening the jaw as my hand slowly moved from your chin over your neck, making it’s way toward that painful spot. Sign of relief and uncertainty showed on your face by another grimace. Every movement of my hand closer to your aroused cock, locked breath inside of your lungs. It lasted for centuries and just before you could feel the touch on it, you stop breathing. What a marvelous feeling! You held your breath up, for so long; my fingers, standing in the air, my eyes locked upon your face. Anticipation was a torture, fiery agony, just so you could feel finger on swollen tip of it, sliding slowly, circulating around it.

Gasp… so intense, sent current of pleasure through my body, instantly making me wet, swollen lips start to ache, screaming for your hard cock. Not yet, not now … Finger slid over the tip, following the curve of pulsating body, every inch finger passed, your cock reacted in perfect dance … Air, you were struggling for the air. Erupting pleasure was choking you, but you enjoyed in it. There was no pain upon your face, but pure satisfaction. Only one image was there … You wanted to get rid of that agony, so bad, it was screaming from you. You wanted to feel my wetness, taste it, thrust deep into it, so simple, liberating, no thoughts, only one cause. You feel it? Calling for you, ready to surrender to your grasp. So eager, those signals drum in your mind, so loud, as your gasps turn to silent groans.

Grip on your hardness so tight, pressing blood down and up, making yet another grimace. Stroke down and once again picture reawakens: harder grasp, harder thrust, deep. Awaking wild power inside of you, no feeling, maybe even frightening thought, embarrassing, but it was there, so clear… You wanted me to pay for the torture. Your thoughts embraced only two things: pain and pleasure. By every stroke, your cum was building inside of you, your balls were so heavy and…

Another thrust, my moan, filled with agony, wanting, begging for another.

You caught a groan locking it in your lungs, perfect preparation for explosion.

Deeper thrust, piercing every fiber of my body, making me scream, grabbing hard your skin, ripping it, forcing you harder inside, as more as it can get. Uncontrolled desire, madness… Scream again mixed with your groan, as you released your load with immense power. Your muscles constricted with perfect order, prolonging orgasm… and then relaxed.

Grip fell, and you saw my smile from above and you knew I saw it all.

Give in part 2

I was so anxious to see what was next he would do. Every inch of my body literally trembled. I thought it was only orgasm building so furiously inside of me, but it was much more then just a simple orgasm. I knew him, I knew exactly what he was capable of. He enjoyed torturing me. And all with that nonchalant smile on his face. I hated it!

Waiting for punishment is much frightening  then receiving one.

I was a mess. I admit it. All I wanted in that chaos was, for him to move his hand a little up and let me cum. Damn I needed it so much, just to relax my body and to prepare it for physical punishment. After all, he would never let me be so sensitive and then punish me. Would he?! Dread! Knowledge of what can actually happen, drove a dread deep into my heart, stabbing it as it was a nothing more then a rug doll.

It was exactly what he was planning to do.

I wanted to scream, to beg for forgiveness. To show how good I would be. The best! Just please don’t do it!

I screamed in panic, every word perfectly formed in my mind, but my mouth were shut. I couldn’t remember any real sound that could shape a sentence.

He stood in front of me, cupping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. His gaze was something that could kill you at instant and something that could hypnotize you to forget every worry you had. What did he see? He smiled and this time, he smiled satisfied. Without a word, he pressed a kiss upon my lips and released me from the ropes.

Oh God! Please, just please…

Please what? I wanted to say something. “Please save me”, “Please make me endure”… Please what? I asked for it, I asked for it cause I love playing with fire and I love to feel his wrath, so now, what was I asking for exactly?

He helped me stand up and by “helping” I mean he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. Standing behind me, he pressed me rough against his own body and I could feel his arousal. I could swear I heard his breath jumped as I hit it with my behind. Instantly, I just moved my hips even more toward his erection and I heard his breath jumping again.

For the love of God, I wanted it so fucking bad. I wanted him to ravish me. But… All I got was a strong grip upon my neck, so strong that my eyes start tearing that instant and I was fighting for the air. He hissed through his teeth to stay calm and damn, he was mad. Then I remembered why I was in this cellar. I moved…

I froze immediately still fighting for my air, when suddenly he let me go and moved away from me. I was confused, but first I was coughing as if I smoked 10 cigarettes at once. What now? He was still there looking at me, scanning me. I felt his gaze on my body, piercing me with it. “Don’t move!” echoed in my mind. Yes, that’s it… do it girl, you can do it. Just stay calm and don’t move. No matter what happens, just stay put.

Something tore up the space between two of us and I knew exactly what it was. I wanted to puke that instant. I felt it on my skin once and it almost ripped it away. Pain was unbearable and I cried so much it turned into screams.

He winded it up again, just to make sure if I heard it well. Nothing worst then feeling of a tip of a long whip against your skin.

I heard it so well and I start crying. I cried like everything good in the world just disappeared, but I stayed in that exact spot where I was.

I could drop down on my knees and howl for forgiveness, beg for mercy. I could, but I stood right there, calm, crying, waiting for the greatest pain in my life.

He took a stance, he made sure I knew what he was doing. He dragged his feet over the floor and then… I closed my eyes and I felt everything burning inside of me. Every, molecule of my being. But the tip was not on my skin?! I felt the punch of air as he wind it up near me. And then, a moment of realization came to me.

I sobbed so loud, I shivered, trembled.

Then I felt softness on my waist. His hand, so warm, comforting. He hugged me and he kept me for whole eternity as it seemed. No worry could come to me. He was waiting for me to calm down and then whispered gently:

“In the greatest fear, you shackled yourself to my order and you held it as it was the only thing you can trust at a moment. You, gave in. So majestic and free, you, my sweet one, GAVE IN.”

Give in

“You will remain exactly where you are and you will not move an inch!”

His order was so clear, his voice deep and authoritative. There was no place for a doubt, but yet again… I looked him in the eyes, smiled in his face and I moved. I was sooooo presumptuous and I fucking liked it! It last only for a few seconds and whole that illusion of a control just went away. I was naked and alone in a darkness of his gaze.

My throat was very dry at a moment, as I knew exactly what was coming next. And that “next”, was my punishment.

Tied to a chair in a cellar, bare naked, shivering, I could hear water dripping from a sink and it was so fucking irritating, I wanted to bite my ears of. Everything was completely quiet except that stupid dripping. Dum, dum, dum, dum…. Damn it! If it only could stop!

I had a blindfold and I start thinking if only I could see, then my ears would not be so sensitive. I begin to move, to try to release my hands in order to remove blindfold when I heard his voice again.

“I said, don’t move!”

Motherfucker! He was here! This whole time and I didn’t have a fucking idea! I didn’t hear him at all and I thought he went out!

He laughed threatening and soft and sweet and… Well… At least I knew for sure now, how much screwed I was. Then I heard his footsteps, and I’ve just felt his breath on my neck. Who moaned? Him or me? I couldn’t say, as, at a moment he put his hand on my thigh, everything start to spin in my mind. It was pitch black, but I could see images of his face, I could feel his emotions, I could smell the scent of his perfume and all was shaped in one perfect mess. And just for a moment I knew. It wasn’t him moaning… it was me. And all he did, was holding his hand on my thigh, breathing in my neck, calmly, rhythmic.

He did it again, he hypnotized me. He fucking broke me and I haven’t even start fighting!

I wondered what would be next…