Proserpina
With a rumble in his chest, he stepped forward.
"Little one," he growled. I stayed where I was, gazing up at him with love in my eyes.
He pulled me to my feet, grasping my hair, twisting me around to align me with his body. I could feel his hardness against my back and trembled with a mix of longing and a strange fear. He seemed on the verge of giving in to his darkest desires.
I tried to look at him. There were moments when I felt he was trying to push me away, being deliberately harsh with his use of my body. But I knew I loved him enough to endure it, to wait for the storm to pass.
Now, I let my body relax against his, slowly.
"Yes," I whispered. "Whatever you wish to do to me, my Master."
"Damn you," he growled, pulling me closer with a fist in my long brown hair, holding me still as he lowered his mouth to my neck. He sucked and then bit into me, causing pain. I whimpered, shuddering with a mix of desire, pain, and pleasure as I felt the familiar tingling in my belly and the wetness between my thighs. I groaned, aware of the heat building within me. I wanted him.
I gasped helplessly, my desire making the wetness spread to my thighs. A rough hand caressed my breast harshly, kneading and rolling the tip, making me sag against him. Without warning, he twisted me around and lowered his head to my aching nipples, flicking his tongue.
His hot mouth sucked and bit the tender buds, and I whimpered, begging him:
"Please, Lucien."
He raised his head and pressed his hard mouth to my soft lips, thrusting his tongue and dominating me. I leaned into him as his hand slipped to the wetness between my legs. He rubbed his thumb across my clit, and I trembled, on the edge of climax with just a touch from his practiced hand. His fingers, thick and hard, entered me, and I felt my body move with the rhythm he set for me.
Suddenly, he pushed me away, and I looked at him bemusedly, breathing heavily.
***
Lucien
He was going to gamble.
Take the biggest risk of his life.
He wanted to ensure his woman.
She was staring at him now, her plump lips parted invitingly, a dazed look of desire on her face. He knew he could bring her to the edge, make her climax repeatedly, and he reveled in his power over her. But she had humbled him with her love.
Now she looked at him,
"Lucien?" she whispered hesitantly.
He gripped her arms and growled,
"You have to trust me, no matter what, little one."
She stared at him, desire giving way to confusion and alertness. Proserpina would have freed herself, but he had her wrists tightly captured in his hands. She stood, naked, her breasts pressed against his powerful chest, offering no resistance.
"Answer me," he snapped, his voice harsh, and she nodded. A moan of acceptance was all she could manage as his body, the heady scent of him, made her weak with longing. Standing on tiptoe, she pressed her lips against his and said softly,
"Yes, Master. I trust you."
He turned her around and positioned her on the bed before she could react. He made her kneel, facing away from him. With a push, he shoved her so that she knelt behind him. Even as she regained her balance, he gripped her hands, pulling her into position for his pleasure. Without warning, he moved, thrusting his long cock into her without foreplay.
She was kneeling upright, and he was fucking her upward, grabbing her heavy hips to hold her steady. He shifted his grip, one arm around her waist, the other grasping her long hair, holding her prisoner, keeping her in position for his pleasure.
It was as though her body melted under his dominance. He reared back and slammed into her before she knew what was coming, and she cried out in shock, a mixture of pain and pleasure as her muscles involuntarily gripped his powerful shaft. Repeatedly, she felt her body respond under his harsh touch like a well-tuned instrument reacting to its master.
He pounded into her mercilessly. She was climaxing before she had time to become fully aware of her own reactions. But he kept on, not allowing her respite as she cried out his name. She was powerless, having no grip on anything, wholly depending on his arms holding her.
He had said, "Trust me." She obeyed and succumbed to his wishes.
He thrust harder, feeling her shudder with each movement as she came again, unable to fully enjoy the climax as he continued to use her.
Leaning over her, his body damp with sweat, he growled hoarsely into her ear, biting her earlobe painfully, a hand rolling her nipples tightly,
"I want to feel your pussy juices, little one; I want to feel them running down my balls, coating my cock..."
He shifted and pinched her clit, feeling her cry out as she shuddered, obliging him with a gush of hot liquid as her sex squeezed his cock, milking it fiercely with her muscles. His balls hurt as he held back until the last moment, and then, suddenly, he was releasing his seed into her womb in long streams as she sobbed helplessly, calling out his name as she shuddered with an orgasm...
Lucien was aware of his voice roaring, shouting as though from afar. A blinding white light of supreme pleasure seemed to flood him as he surrendered to his need. He knew at that moment that he could not live without this woman he had used so thoroughly for his pleasure. He would be lost without her. It was as simple as that.
She was everything he needed; she was his life.
***
Proserpina
I was tumbling through space, aware only of my lover's harsh hands as they played with my body. I moaned and whimpered as he used me, and then I felt myself shattering as he climaxed with me.
He wrapped his arms around me gently and lowered me to the bed, cuddling me to his broad chest. His voice, gentle and anxious,
"Little one, are you alright...?"
I opened my eyes with some difficulty. I wanted to float in that zone of lightness he had taken me to and smiled slightly at the tone; he sounded worried.
"Proserpina...?" This time I opened my eyes and smiled drowsily at him. My nipples felt tender, my sex sore where he had entered me, but I loved him.
"Can we... can we do that once more, please?" I murmured, and he stared at me in amazement before throwing his head back and roaring with laughter.
"Woman, do you know what you do to me?" he grunted as he lowered his head and nuzzled my neck, his head moving greedily to my aching nipples that had perked up immediately to invite his mouth.