BloodStone

I shuddered in my sleep, the air around the room had changed. It always did when he came home. An icy touch to the atmosphere where ever he went. The shift in my groggy state brought me to realize I had fallen asleep kneeling, waiting for him. There was a question how long I was waiting for, he usually sends word if he’s going to be too late. Now I know my legs and knees won’t be working for the next hour or so. Well- like that would stop him, he’d still manage to hold me as if I were a rag doll. A very spoiled rag doll.

I let out a yawn, and quickly tried to cover it. He was undoing his suit across the room and stopped when he heard my yawn.

“Didn’t know my presence bore you Teddy.” His voice was always so rough and smooth at the same time. To hear it in my ear sent me in shivers and lustful hunger. I gave no answer.

“It’s midnight, how long have you waited?” He asked undoing his tie and finally looking at me. I still looked at the floor and adjusted myself on my numb tingled legs.

“Three hours master.” I finally looked up

“Good, come here.” He pointed to the spot in front of him. I tried to make a move forward and realized both legs were completely numb. I made a small whimper sound trying to message them back to life. He looked down at the ground and stalked over to me. A part of me wanting to flinch at feeling the essence of his frustration seeping out of his pores like a liquor detox. He scooped me up from the floor and tossed me onto the perfectly manicured and pressed bed. I let out a small yelp, still trying to be less vocal than I wanted. In our encounters I was to never speak much which was fine with me.

My master had no time to wait, he came home frustrated, I could feel he needed his release. It was the swiftness of the throw and uncontrollable stifle of my giggle when the tingles in my legs. This stiffened his frame at the edge of his bed.

“Well that’s enough of that.” He growled low and dangerously. I felt what I could when he spread my knees and ripped the bare minimum of fabric out from between my legs and hurried his face in my sweet spot. My breath hitched instantly and I began panting feeling his tongue caress every fold, clit and slickness. There was plenty, he was all I thought about for hours I waited.

I nearly reached out to pull his hair to lead him deeper between my legs but was halted instinctively, I’m never permitted to touch him unless told. I caught his eyes watching my hands and me squirm till my fingers found fabric to the sides of me. My fingers pulled and curled into the sheets and I tried to grasp my bearings.

His tongue was always magic. Always causing my legs to shake and my back to arch before my climax. Here and only here did he allow me to be as vocal as I needed. He loved hearing me, especially when he did the thing with his fingers while his tongue was still circling me. I always felt as if I were melting into the bed feeling so lost and euphoric.

“Your reward for waiting for me.” He whispered against me. He was being so gentle it actually startled me. No encounter was ever such. He buried his face once more, working two fingers inside me.

“Ahh! Master wait I’m-“

“Don’t you fucking dare cum Theodora.” He growled again, using my full name meant business. He pulled away. And adjusted himself between my legs. Unzipping his pants to release himself before shoving into me. I let out a scream and felt myself smile. This is what I wanted, his full length fulfilling my neediness.

My master hovered above me, His hand cradling the back of my neck into my hair and pull to force me to sit up a little. I felt him deeper and his eyes glittered reflective like a hunter in the dark.

“Oh fuck! Yes!”

“Such a good girl, tell me who do you belong to.” He thrusts even harder causing me to yelp and half moan

“Yours…always yours Damien.” I barely could make out the words

“Cum.” He said moving inside me harshly, keeping me at eye level with himself so he could see me unravel. It was his favorite part. My lips parted, and I began to feel my cheeks flush and my muscles twitched. I let out a cry of exhilaration. Feeling my nails claw into my own hands and sheets loosening the top layer of the bedding.

“Such a good slut, always doing as you’re told.”

It was then he was really relentless for hours it felt and I couldn’t pull a way as my body wanted to recover. I moaned biting into my lip till I tasted iron. Pain and pleasure were an amazing combination with my master and he knew it. Thrust after painful thrust I felt him growing closer, biting into my shoulder and my neck leaving marks of his ownership. I couldn’t help but cum again, crying out and smiling in my bliss. There was a wet smack with every thrust that aroused my senses sounding so filthy it’d make anyone blush.

I buried my own face into the crook of his jaw and collarbone. My tongue traced his jawline, causing a shudder and another hard thrust in me causing him to spill into me. He was breathing harshly through his nose holding onto my waist and back of my neck. Only when I began to pull away he let go, I wasn’t ready to be dropped onto the bed but was flopped down catching my breath. That was definitely a lot gentler than what I was used to. My mind began to ponder what happened earlier tonight to cause his distraction. He got off his bed gracefully and pulled up his pants. I laid there in full view beginning to bite my thumb nail, he wasn’t even looking at me, or saying anything. We usually went a few more rounds before he was satisfied. I felt a small pang of hurt and sat up.

“Master Damien are you oka-“

“You may sleep here, I have work to do, I’m going to shower and be on my way out again. Be a good girl and rest Teddy. You have an early day tomorrow.”

“Sleep here? “ it was utter shock, but didn’t try to sound so. He’s never let me sleep here in his own private room. He was being too generous it was troubling.

“Problem?” He said still not looking at me, I watched his chiseled muscular frame grab a towel hanging and wave a hand to light all the candle in the hall that led to his bathroom. He walked to a lit candle and captured the fire in his palm, the small flicker grew into a ball in his hands. He began to walk down the dim hall with it igniting the entire way.

“No sir, thank you.”

He paused before entering the bathroom, and flicked a microscopic flame towards me. It fell onto the loose sheet on the bed and began to incinerate the sheet. Before my eyes the sheet turned into a short night gown. One of the same color, and softness. Considering I came with literally nothing but my bra and underwear how did I expect to get back to my room like this. My underwear was torn to pieces on the floor.

I grabbed the warm fabric between my fingers, and smiled pulling it over my head. I knew his gaze was heavy on me, when I began to look up to thank my master he was already closing the door right behind him. Was just like him too proud to even accept a thank you from me. As if it were beneath him and mattered so little to him. It didn’t bother me much 5 years belonging to him granted me to be accustomed to his personality and moods. Most wolves were playful, mischievous, even taunting to get what they wanted obviously manipulation was over rated for them, games were the best to make time fly.