"It's on my terms because I am Master. You are mine, Carrie, you do what I tell you or you get punished. It's simple as that, really." He tightened his fingers in my hair and I gasped. I half expected him to immediately release me and ask me was I alright but he didn't.
Using the grip in my hair he tilted my head to the side and nibbled up along the length of my neck. The feel of his lips brushing against my skin and the way his teeth grazed me made my knees weak.
They slowly buckled beneath me but David was there first. He scooped me up and dropped me onto the bed. I turned and looked up into his eyes and they were filled with the intensity I had witnessed earlier. It both frightened and thrilled me and I wanted him to take me with the passion burning in his eyes. I had a feeling if he did he would push me to the edge of my capabilities and then tip me over the other side.
He stripped. His shirt was quickly discarded on the floor and his trousers followed. When he stood before me, his naked body silhouetted in the window as the afternoon sunshine poured in around him, he made my heart falter. He was beautiful, almost godlike and he made me feel ashamed of my own body. I knew I shouldn't have been. That he spent all of his time trying to reassure me that my body to him was like perfection. But from where I sat at that particular moment looking up at him, I didn't feel like perfection. In fact I didn't feel right at all. The gravity of the situation began to close in around me and I gasped for air.
I wasn't sure how he managed it, but it truly felt as though he knew exactly what I was feeling in that moment. He moved over me, I scrambled back in an attempt to put some distance between us but David's hand clamped down on my thigh, pinning me in place.
He slid his hand up along my jean-clad legs and it was enough to push my damaging thoughts back. His hands reached the button on the jeans and slowly and deliberately he opened them. I was mesmerised by the look in his eyes. It was pure, unadulterated want and power. He wanted me, all of me. I could see reflected in his eyes exactly what he would do to me. Whatever we were about to share in this bed would tether me completely to him. There would be no escape. David would possess all of me. I could feel it within me, in the way my blood sang in my veins each time his hand touched my flesh. He would own me and I would welcome it. I wanted him to have me.
He gripped the top of the jeans and violently tugged them down my legs. It put me completely beneath him as he dropped them onto the floor and moved on to the shirt I was wearing. He popped each button painstakingly slowly, until finally I was exposed to him. Once again he pulled the shirt violently from my body, staking his claim on my flesh.
I writhed beneath him, unable to help myself. My body ached for his touch. It felt like an age had passed since he had last taken me. And now I knew it was coming, I couldn't help but let a small whimper escape me. I lay before him in my panties and a bra and I was torn. On one hand I longed for him to take them off, to expose me completely to his gaze, and on the other hand I was afraid. I knew he had seen me naked before but that didn't stop me from feeling anxious. What if this time was different? What if he didn't like what he saw? What if I disappointed him?
David pressed his fingers against my panties, probing until he could feel the folds of my sex. I knew I was wet, I had felt it trickling from me and soaking into my knickers. And now David knew it too.
A wicked smile crossed his lips as he felt my body's response to him. He knew only too well the effect he had on me. Using his fingers he pressed harder in against the folds of my sex, pushing his fingers against my clit until I moaned and threw my head back on the bed covers.
"I feel how much you want me, Carrie. And I don't just mean how wet you are." He slipped his fingers beneath the thin panties and thrust his fingers up into me. I let out a long sigh as he began to slide his fingers in and out of my body. The pleasure spiralled inside me but it wasn't enough.
David lowered his body over mine and clamped his teeth down on my breast. Even though the bra covered me he found my nipple easily and nibbled at it until it rose into a tight bud of pure pleasure. I gasped, the sound resonating in the quiet room. His fingers thrummed a soft beat inside me as his teeth grazed and nibbled at the flesh of my breasts.
I didn't notice when he removed my bra and slid the panties down my legs and let them drop to the floor in the pile of discarded clothes. I cried out when his teeth bit into the soft ripe flesh of my exposed breast. He spread my legs in that instant of pure pain and pleasure and thrust himself up inside me.
I screamed. The feeling was intense. It was as though my body had kept itself together waiting for that one perfect moment when David would join with me. And when he did, my body broke apart. My mind left my body, carried away on the pleasure of having the man I loved move within me.
I had never admitted it before to myself. It had always seemed impossible but it was true. I loved him. Every inch of him inside and out. And I would do anything to protect him. It hit me as David thrust into my body over and over. I pushed my hands into his hair and tilted his face down to look into mine. His eyes were filled with the fire of his possession of me. What he saw in my eyes spurred him on and he took me harder and faster, his body rocking against mine.
I never closed my eyes, instead choosing to stare into his, to lose myself in his gaze. The pleasure continued to build inside me, pushing up into my chest until I was sure it would spill out of my mouth. The tears ran down my cheeks. The sensation of David's body in mine and the pleasure he gave me, coupled with the realisation that I loved him, was enough to tip me over the edge.
I cried out, my voice echoing inside the room and mingling with David's shout of release. I dug my nails into his back leaving him covered in long, ragged scratches as he spilled his pleasure inside me. Filling me with the warmth of his seed. The pleasure bucked and heaved inside my body, like a live creature attempting to escape from inside of it. I floated on the pleasure, the aftermath of its glow coating my and David's body in a fine sheen of sweat.
He lay beside me in the afternoon sunshine. His hand was across my body, making small circles on my tummy. We lay in that state for what felt like an eternity, neither moving or wanting to say anything. We were sated. As the sky began to darken, David's breathing deepened. I smiled as his hand slipped from my body and he rolled onto his stomach. I loved watching him sleep. It was the one thing that made him appear completely relaxed and at ease. His face was smooth, all of his worry and fear given up in the face of complete relaxation.
Gently I traced my fingers across his brow. His hair had fallen down across his face and I used my hand to push it back. I wanted to watch him sleep. To see him when he was at his most vulnerable. It made him appear younger than he was, and far more innocent than I knew him to be. Part of me wondered if David had ever been innocent. He didn't strike me as the innocent type, since he enjoyed being wicked far too much. But if indulging in sins of the flesh was all I had to worry about with David, I considered it to be just fine.