Theirs To Desire

TWO | EMBER

Twenty minutes later, I was moving towards the slightly ajar room in my building; the one place where I could just escape.

I lived barely a mile from the high breeze club, but right then, it felt like an eternity to reach my house – a rented apartment on the 46th floor of the sky-kissing empty building. It was recently built, my builder had even warned me about the deserted neighbourhood and lack of families there; not that I was bothered by being alone in the 50 storeys tall ass building; oddly I was relieved.

The sound of my black heels echoed across the furnished area as my eyes took in the packed bags of mine. It was supposed to be my last round of game in Seattle, but a dickhead had to ruin each last ounce of solace for me!

With each step I took towards my – as everyone had named it – torture room, the lost sense of dominance crawled back over my skin. My heart regained its pace while the sinister desires oozed out of my cells. The corner of my lips perked up in a smile as I let my hip sway along with the pumping anticipation inside me.

Flattening my palm against the wooden door, I gave it a gentle shove and entered the room before securing the lock behind. Glaring red hues slanted inside the square room, painted in black and equipped with all the useful devices; of pleasure; making it even more dainty and gloomy. In the middle of the black carpet, was standing the man on his tiptoe, exactly in the same position that he was supposed to be.

His arms were stretched above his head with his wrist strapped into a pair of padded leather cuffs tied to a brown nylon rope – threaded through a pulley above his head and tied off on a hook on the nearest wall. The fact that he had already discarded his clothes before my arrival, had me hum in approval.

Taking my time to admire his loyalty for me, I strode towards him, holding the silver gag which I had pulled out from a rack and replaced the empty space with my clutch. This time I didn't hold back the sigh which left my parted lips as his demeanour reflected his arousal and the raw anticipation in his hazel eyes which were fixated upon the gag in my hand.

Pausing at a palm distance from him, I let the tip of my nails graze down his broad shoulder to his toned abs, earning a suppressed groan in return. "Enjoying yourself?" His eyes visibly clouded with desire as I whispered in a seductive voice while my hand stilled over the side of his hip.

He didn't answer, just as I had expected. I pushed my heels and stood behind his stiff form while after a moment of admiring the manliness of his six-foot stature, I pulled out a riding crop from a rack of whips mounted on the plain black walls. Without giving the colour of the whip a linger, I slashed it down across his hip. "You will always answer me when you are asked something–"

"Yes, mistress."

I curled my nails around the handle and slashed the whip across his back again. The noise of leather on his bare skin reverberated through the room. "You were not supposed to cut my words pet. Were you?" He chose to keep quiet. Yet again; like always. I hit him once more, much harder this time, causing him to moan loudly, giving him just what he was silently begging for.

I walked in front of him and freed his wrists out of the nylon restraints which earned me a shocked expression accompanied by a needy groan. My gaze locked with his, a passion burning in them.

"What do you want?"

"To please you, mistr–"

I held my palm up to cut his words off and holding his hand in mine, brisked him away from the torture room. I might have needs and cravings but I was not selfish enough to bid his ten months of loyalty an adieu on painful terms.

A surprised gasp tore free of his throat as I pushed him by shoulders against the mocha coloured walls in my bedroom. I understood the question in his uncertain eyes. It was the first time I had brought anyone of my sub men into my personal space. I shrugged off his questioning gaze and nibbled at the corner of his mouth. "I asked you something, Ronnie." The shock was immediate and undeniable. I had never called any of my subs by their names. Called as pet or slave was what they had always been accustomed to.

"Mistress."

"Ember," I pressed myself against his slightly flushed form, instantly feeling the pressure of his erection against my lower abdomen. "Tell me what you need Ronnie." A gush of breath left his parted mouth as my hand traced the whipped pattern on his back.

"You."

"What about me?"

"I want you to hurt me," I inhaled in his cologne as his words crossed my ears, "I want to feel you–"

I jerked away from him, leaving him pressed against the wall. No, this was not what I wanted. I had barely controlled the boiling urge of dominance inside me and his words were going to clip my walls.

"Ronnie..."

"I know what he did to you." My palm curled into a fist as my lips curled into an angry scowl. "He tried to rip you off your controlled countenance. Don't you want to earn it back mistress?" He was doing it purposely, that much I knew. "He was going to force you. Shatter your dominance and you are going to let him go that easily?"

Fuck.

With an anger-filled scowl, I tore open the zipper of my short red dress which barely reached my mid-thigh and tossed it aside on the floor, feeling Ronnie's hunger filled gaze over my almost naked body. Without wasting any other second, I discarded the rest of my clothing and pinned Ronnie with a burning stare.

"Get on your knees."

He didn't need to be reminded twice. A surge of heat rushed down my stomach upon watching his willing submission. But I had to know the extent to which I could break him.

"Come closer." I used my supervised husky voice, spreading my legs apart and instantly receiving the desired result by the sudden jerk in his hard-on. He shuffled forward on his knees until his face was no more than an inch away from my crotch.

"Good boy." I nodded in approval.

The primal expression of hunger in his eyes sent me off the edge. I balled my fist in his brown locks of hair and pressed it forward, so his mouth was jammed against my crease. My tensed muscles began detangling themselves as I felt myself again in control.

"Lower." I pushed his head down between my legs – his body arched backwards and his mouth was right over the lips of my s*x. "Now use your tongue." He instantly complied.

I felt his tongue pushing up between my folds. He wriggled slightly and pushed it up to my c******s. For a moment I allowed his tongue to play against it, enjoying the waves of pleasure that coursed through my body and then with a sharp tug, I shoved him backwards.

That was the first time he had shown any sort of emotion, other than hunger and desire. It was the anger and desperation which met me, making me slip off of my practised demeanour, yet again. Seemed like the night was a test for me as well!

"Get on the bed, on your back." He gave me a startled look but complied with my command nonetheless. I climbed onto the mattress and grabbing his arms, hauled them up over his head. Taking hold of a white rope at the left-hand corner of the bed, I tied his wrist and did same with his other hand and legs, making him completely helpless. . . on my mercy. His pupils dilated as I lined myself to the length of his erection, straddling his broad shoulders.

"You do know what you have asked for, don't you?"

"Yes." The slight hint of shudder in his breathless voice made me smile inwardly.

"And you do know what I am going to do with you, yes?"

His words got tangled in his throat as I teased him purposely, making his eyes flutter shut while he released a disgruntled noise of desperation. Holding back my smile, I lowered my mouth to his and whispered against his swollen lips, "I hope you never forget this night, my best slave."

"f**k, Ember." His tied hands and legs jerked violently against the restraints as within a moment, the darkness of my room vibrated with his loud groans and throaty sounds while a spine-arching o****m tore free off him, which echoed across the ceilings and walls. . . whole night – technically morning!