In Master's Arms (Torture VI)

Katherine sat up in bed, startled awake by the loud noise. She felt her mouth go dry at the sight of the darkly dressed man standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes locked on to her. She opened her mouth to speak and he held up his hand to silence her.

“Come with me, now, get dressed.” His voice was quiet and carried like a melody; he turned his attention back to Porter for one a moment as Katherine slid off of the bed and dressed quickly. Her heart was beating loudly in her head; excitement flooded her system as she lifted her eyes to watch the young man before her dressed in a black tailored suit, shirt and tie.

“Master, I…” she began before he turned to her.

“Not here, we are going.” He cut her off and guided her out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Porter unconscious on the floor.

They walked close to one another in silence, his body faintly brushing against hers, causing her body to heat up with the thought of his bare flesh against her, as they crossed the parking lot and got into the Porsche. For a moment, as Katherine slid into the passenger seat she thought to ask how he had gotten here when she had driven his car but decided it did not matter as he backed out of the parking lot. She ran a hand through her hair, and stared out the window into the darkness, her mind wandering and making the growing anticipation almost too hard to bear. Katherine wanted to ask, plead, grovel on her knees for him to tell her if he was going to do anything…she would ask him to if it came to it.

He opened the door for her and followed her inside. He smiled to himself as he let his eyes move over her body taking in the rigidity of Katherine’s body as a sign of what she wanted from him. He moved closer, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her back against him.

“Tell me what you want, Katherine…all you have to do is ask.” Katherine nearly moaned out loud as his lips brushed against her ear, his voice poetic and inviting at a whisper.

“Own me; I want to be yours…” Katherine murmured, her eyes falling shut, letting her head fall back against his shoulder as he kissed her throat. “Master…please…” It felt as if someone had lit a match within her, she could not think, could not focus on anything besides where his mouth had been. He was the one that truly possessed her body, had taught her to embrace pain and let it bloom into throbbing pleasure that became a drug. Katherine understood how difficult it was for Porter, she had been in his place before, and she still lost all of her power in the arms of her Master – and it only made it that much better.

He kissed tenderly down the length of her throat; his breath cool against her skin, Katherine shivered and let one hand rest against his upper thigh for support, her legs nearly buckling at the surge of adrenaline coursing through her. She could feel his broad, muscular chest against her back, his breathing slow and even, in complete control of the situation as he opened his mouth against the nape of her neck and drew his tongue over her pulse, causing a surrendered sigh to escape Katherine. Her heart rate jumped, anticipating the cool sharp caress of his fangs against her throat. Only he was taking his time.

“Please…” Katherine whispered, knowing she was pleading and not even feeling the least bit ashamed to do so. She pressed back against his body invitingly, needing to be locked safely within his arms.

The light scratch of teeth against her throat made the hairs on the back of her neck stand, a groan of pleasure caught in Katherine’s throat as fangs pressed down, finally breaking flesh, the warmth of her own blood kissing her cool skin. His arm tightened around her waist, his mouth locked to the pulsing wound of throat, blood spilling into his awaiting mouth.

“Master…Yes, please..” Katherine whispered, gasping in air, trembling as her body reacted to his tongue gently, lovingly teasing against her throat. She could feel the heat between her thighs and desperately wished he would touch her, take her body completely. She arched her back as he pushed his fangs deeper into her throat, a shudder ecstasy rolling over Katherine.

When he finally released her, Katherine turned, dizzy with pleasure. Her blood glinted off of his perfect lips, his eyes dark and seductive as he smiled slowly and put his bloody mouth to hers, kissing her deeply.

He brushed back her hair and smiled again, his mouth close to hers and whispered, “Upstairs in fifteen minutes.”

Another shudder of excitement ran up Katherine’s spine as her eyes followed her Master as he walked away. Fifteen minutes…