Possess Me Ch. 06

Holding his eyes, she moved closer and teased him with her lips. But he made no move to open to her, no design to accept what she offered. After failing to rouse him to response, she pulled back and frowned at him. "My lord," she asked playfully, "you are finished kissing me?" She waited. Counterfeiting ambivalence, she shrugged and said, "Then fare-you-well. I shall bid you goodnight." She rose, every cell in her body crying unhappily at the loss of contact, the unfulfilled promise of its ecstasy. Would she suffer for her ruse?

Her hand had not reached the handle of the door when she was jerked around, slammed forcefully against it and crushed between it and his body. She only managed a surprised gasp as his mouth crashed down upon hers, blinding her with his furious passion. Brynna gave no thought of fighting or resisting. He was her desire incarnate, the summit of her longing, the completion of her self.

She clung to him and whimpered into his mouth. She only knew of the feel of him; his lips devouring hers, his body molding into her. She became faintly aware that she was now crushed under him against something infinitely softer than the door, but she cared not. His knee pressed between her thighs, prying them apart so he could settle. Feeling the evidence of his arousal once again, her legs bent, and she dug one of her heels into the back of him, pressing closer. She arched into him, silently begging for more.

Brynna's eyes fluttered open when she felt him pull away. Her hands were clasped in his above her head, and he was looking down at her. For a moment she could only stare up at him, mesmerized by the proprietary hunger she saw there. His breathing was harsh, and as he spoke, he lowered his face closer so that they almost touched.

"You belong to me; do you deny it?" She struggled to answer and squirmed her body against his, a small whimper escaping. "Answer me," he growled as he assaulted her mouth. The rising fear caused her to continue her struggle until she recognized his ferocity as starvation, and then the power to resist vaporized as if it had never been there.

"Yes," she whispered. "I belong to you."

Her answer seemed to placate the ravaging beast, and his face melted into liquid desire. "All of you," he murmured as his hands began roaming down her body, his eyes following their journey. She stretched up, curving her body into his hands. Her head fell back as she could only feel their mastery of her. She felt his mouth through her dress, biting and tonguing her flesh. The material served as an erotic veil, allowing hints of promises to come at his hands.

His mouth came back to her throat, biting the skin until it reddened obediently under his attentions. She felt him shift away from her, rolling to the side, bringing her with him. Before she realized it, he had maneuvered her off the bed to stand between his legs. Fear of rejection fluttered through her before she saw his hands at the blue silk at her waist. His hands were reaching for the hem of her black overgown before the ribbon could even spill onto the floor. She lifted her arms to assist him, but when his hands tugged her blue shift up, she could only freeze, insecurity seizing her up. Her hands immediately crossed her body, hiding her nudity in paltry fashion.

Brynna was looking down and away, seeing nothing from behind her closed eyelids. But he moved her hands to her side and fitted a finger under her chin, turning her anxious face slowly toward him.

"You think to hide from me? What happened to being my brave one?" At the mirth in his voice, she stiffened, a little indignant to have been called a coward. But her telling breath, which came fast, slowed under his warming gaze. His eyes moved up her torso to linger on her breasts before taking in the shape of her shoulder and lines of her collar bone. They followed the curve of her sides and dipped past her waist. Slowly, they drew up the inner slope of her thigh to rest at the dark triangle covering her sex. Her hips twisted ever-so-slightly, almost as if they could feel the intimate caress his eyes promised. The admiring attention he lavished over her now seemed so inconsistent from the cold, cruel man that had her strip free of her clothes to freeze in a tower and not cast her a second look.

"You're beautiful. All of you," he husked when he finally possessed her eyes.

She sucked in her breath as his head leaned forward allowing his lips to graze across the soft flesh of her abdomen. His hot breath poured out like a blanket, wrapping her in his warmth. She stood momentarily immobile, the feeling of his mouth becoming her entire being.

Malik moved towards the sensitive skin that spanned over her hips, causing her to mutely jerk before rocking back into him. His fingertips began to trickle up the backs of her legs. She buckled slightly, falling into him. His arms eagerly welcomed her and returned her back to the bed so she lay looking up at him. He continued exploring her youthful skin with his fingers, tracing her curves and lines until they were memorized by his every fiber.

Eventually, his mouth joined the discovery and marked her with deliberate patience. He started at her neck before moving to her breast. When his hot mouth finally closed over her right nipple she cried, thrusting herself into him. Her hands were at his back, holding to the anchor in the swelling waves. The intensity of his lips and tongue on her sensitive flesh was acute, causing little shards of painful pleasure to shoot to her core. Malik culled the desire from deep within her until it flowed like a wild river. Brynna knew she was dripping with her desire and hoped that he would discover it soon.

Her persuaded body could only writhe under him as he slowly moved down her, devouring every inch of her succulent body. His fingers held and caressed with just the right amount of strength to produce shadows of pain that sharpened the pleasure rippling through her.

Her hands were on his shoulders, digging into the hardened muscles as she struggled to manage the capsizing sensations. Her body adjusted without thought to him as he settled between her thighs. Her splayed legs were lifted up over his lowering shoulders, the firm feel of them digging erotically into the backs of her thighs like a much needed massage.

The lulling feel of his heated breath wound through her haze, drawing her attention moments before his mouth found her pained core. Her hips circled into him, seeking greater contact. His tongue stroked slowly on the plumped lips, probing into the flesh so half-relief came, but left the worsening condition to seek something more.

Moans bubbled from her as she allowed him to do as he wished to her pleading body. Brynna shivered violently when she felt his tongue split her flooded center. She could feel the essence of her desire spill onto his tongue that lapped slowly, savoring the silk that flowed around it. His tongue pressed into the tiny center at the top of her slit causing her body to jerk from the resulting vibrant spikes.

For a time, he seemed happy to focus on the pink jewel that sent such pleasure into her, alternating biting and suckling it. Brynna was huffing out against the overwhelming sensation. Fear existed that she would drown if she allowed the heavy feelings drag her deep, and so she resisted, pushing against the onrush of drilling pleasure.

But all resistance fled when he inserted two fingers and curled up, strumming against a hidden center. His fingers built a fire deep in her that spread wild to her face, burning her. Brynna gave herself over to him, allowing him to drag her to the depths she both feared and desired. Then she felt it, the surge that would clench her body in glorious spasm. She felt it move through her and just as she felt her stomach quiver, Malik pulled away, stopping the momentum of her pleasure.

She cried out in broken voice, reaching for him in desperation. She wanted to beg, but had no control over her wavering voice. Her pleading whimpers were sucked into him as he pounced on her. His tongue, covered in the honey of her sex, dipped urgently into her mouth, sharing her sweet headiness with her. She pushed up into him, her arms dragging him into her in plan of absorbing him. "Please," she finally managed between frantic gulps for air.

She felt him press his thick cock against the wet, begging mess that was her cunt. Her legs were immediately open and wrapped around him. She felt his member coat in her lubrication as she ground against him in hope. "Please," she said again, the tears brimming to her eyes.

"Please, what?" he whispered seductively in her ear.

How can he manage such control? she worried at noting the taunt in his voice. He was cradling her in his arm as she crushed her throbbing nub against him. But when she looked into his eyes, she saw no tease, only fierce possession. Gathering her thoughts took a moment as she was held captive by his incredible blue eyes. "Please, please...make me cum. Make it happen. I don't know. I just know that I want you." She reached up to pull his mouth to her again.

Instead, his lips fell to her ear, his breath panting out his erotic tattoo that matched her heart. "Do you want me inside you?"

She groaned at his words and could only clumsily nod.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Again she moaned and pressed herself into him reflexively at the animalistic heat in his words.

"Mmm," she gave in mindless answer.

"Tell me," he whispered encouragingly in her ear.

She was clawing at his shoulders again, the pain causing him to arch deeply into her. "Y-yes, I want you. I want you to f-fuck me." She could feel his shudder, feel the pent up energy her vulgar words unleashed in him. She knew what he wanted. "Please," she said, stroking her mouth against his face. "Cum inside me. Make me yours. Possess me."

As she knew they would, her words broke his restraint, causing a primal growl to issue forth from deep inside him. She felt one of her thighs roughly taken in hand and pressed out wide. The head of his heavy cock was at her yearning entrance. He seared her with a kiss and demanded she look at him. "You are mine. You will always be mine," and with that he plunged in, seating himself fully in her.

Malik had felt the tiny shredding of her maidenhead and clutched her tightly to himself as she stiffened and then struggled against the fiery, inescapable pain. Holding her, he shushed her small cries, reassuring her the pain wouldn't last. He buried his face in her neck as he restrained himself against the overriding involuntary desire to thrust his hips into her.

Perspiration formed on their skin, heightening the sensation of their contact by making them slick. When tension of her body ebbed from her limbs, he pulled back to look at her face. Her brow was still knitted together, but the way she nibbled on her bottom lip told him her pain was passing well enough to release the floodgate of his bound desire. He gently rolled his hips into, making contact with her sensitive bud.

Brynna's eyes fluttered open, and, wet with tears, she looked at him, a flicker of sparking sexual sensation lighting them up. Malik drew out and watched her eyes constrict to hold against the pain the abrasion caused, but deepen when he slid gently back in. Time and time again, he worked slowly out of her until all traces of pain were replaced with decimating desire, and she emitted erotic, moaning rejoinders.

When she burned at every thrust, she was able to join his rhythm, and the two worked together, undulating in synchronicity until Brynna was quickly brought to the precipice his mouth had shot her to earlier.

Malik's arms were wrapped under her body, and his hands cradled her protectively around the nape and back of her head. Though he crushed her with his magnificent, solid weight, she felt protected and cherished. Her eyes eventually shut as the tension in her body coiled tightly beyond previous experience. The feeling of his girth inside of her was new, and she suddenly realized she felt complete.

The pin-point beauty flashed through her body, sending her thousand shards across the cosmos. Her body clenched tightly, curving into him. Though she was tumbled away in her own orgasm, she felt the tightening of his staff inside her and the hot, heavy deluge that flooded her insides. His roar in her ear and then in her mouth completed the violent scene.

Overwrought with something beyond pleasure, the two grasped desperately at each other, as if they could force part of the sensation into the other and receive some relief. The grip he had on her eventually lessened, until she lay gently in his arms, her head slowly swimming around, happy to be oblivious.

When the fire lost its blaze and became smoldering embers, hinting at form in the room, Brynna knew she should dress and depart to her own room. But his arms created a cocoon that was exactly the shape of her, and her orgasm-induced inebriation floated her dreamily off, deeper and deeper into sleep, the feeling of those arms being the whole of her world.

The night passed by the unconscious, and it wasn't until Brynna scooted deeper in the layers of softness, searching for that comforting heat that she slowly opened her eyes. Though she as of yet had no cognizant thought, she was vaguely aware of an emptiness, as though something were missing. In the growing light of the morning, her eyes took in her changed surroundings and she bolted to, realizing she was not in her own bed. She smiled shyly as the memories of the glorious pursuits of the night before washed through her.

It was then she knew Malik had already risen and left. She brushed the thick waves of chestnut from her face as she scanned his chamber for any signs of him. But he was gone and so she lifted herself from the bed. She then saw evidence of her loss of virtue as the insides of her thighs were crusted with what could only be blood and semen.

Though there wasn't much, it was enough to be a startling reminder that not only had she given herself to a man, but it was at the cost of her purity; did that mean she was no longer good? If fleshly virtue was a condition of morality, and morality was in essence a state of goodness, then did that mean by loss of virtue, she lost being right? The suddenly negative bent of her thoughts made her frown.

Gathering her clothes, she stuck her head out the door and, spying no one, fled the several feet to her own chamber where she would be free to clean herself before beginning her day. She noted a deep tenderness, but felt more good than bad and so smiled at herself in the mirror as she finished tying the blue ribbon round her waist.

Before she entered the kitchens, she went back to his chamber to make the bed. Brynna felt his hands over her skin and tasted him on her tongue as she straightened sheets and fluffed pillows. She felt her heart flutter objectionably as she walked away from the center of the universe, out into the hall and towards the day.

She was taken slightly aback at the sight of Bea's plump figure sitting on a stool as she poured a mug full of steaming water. "Bea, you are well?" she asked coming to stand next to her.

"Oh, yes, miss, ever so much better. That hot drink you made me did the trick, I do believe. I've still water in my chest, but it betters every day. So thank you, for all you did." She smiled gratefully at her.

"Of course, Bea. I'm happy you are better."

Bea's return freed Brynna to fall back into her old routines and chores of making bread and cleaning chambers. Her morning, filled with solitude, was welcomed, giving her the opportunity to sift through thoughts of consequences of her previous night's actions. She was still disturbed at the question over her loss of purity, but couldn't focus long on it as warmth continually swept over her as she remembered Malik's eyes, or the feel of his mouth against her cunt, or the damning words he did not force her to say. Coaxed, yes, but the truth, she slowly began admitting, was that her words were her own, and had been for many weeks now. She smiled at the truth of them.

She belonged to him.

The smoke of fear that had filled her mind cleared, and she felt peace and giddy joy born from the ashes of her old life. She belonged to someone. And he was powerful. He was handsome. He provided for her in unusual ways. He desired her. She craved him. He was intelligent. He was strong. He controlled the whole of the world. He controlled her.

Usually, such revelation would have made her stiffen up in rebellious refusal. But now, the thought of belonging to someone was not the 'belonging to' she had originally viewed it to be. She no longer felt like property. Brynna now felt as if she found her home, the place she was meant to fill, the person she was meant to join to. She smiled at the new-found confidence the realization brought.

Just before luncheon, the cloud-filled sky began flooding the earth with rain that fell in fat drops racing fast through the air. Brynna frowned as she stared out the door. Despite her usual reservations, she had looked forward to her afternoon ride. Though horses would have been involved, so would the master, and she was eager to spend as much time in his presence as possible.

Their lunch was uneventful, somewhat subdued with the return of Bea, who looked tired but smiled contentedly. She found her attention monopolized by Saul, the master's messenger and lackey who more often than not was away from the castle attending to Blackwood's business. He asked her questions throughout the entire short meal. Aside from Brom, he showed the most interest in her of all the staff, at least in initiating contact.

He was a curious fellow, interested in how she was adjusting to her new position and if she missed her home. Though he did not say so directly, she felt that he was well acquainted with her village and many of the people there. His familiarity with her made her feel as though he had known her for years, though she had only seen him on occasion at the castle and had never before spoken to him.

Due to the torrential downpour, Brynna worked in the plant room after eating. She swept the large room, clearing dust and fallen dirt, even a few leaves from the fern she had gathered from the forest earlier in the week. She then set about rearranging two of the benches to create a better working station that put many items within a small reaching distance.

Brynna was just finishing placing a few new pots on one of the moved tables when she heard the door creak open and then shut. She heard metal slide into place and new the intruder was locking her in. She felt that familiar deliquesce of her insides when she saw the dark look in his eyes. The feeling of his arms around her quickly filled her mind, and she bit her lip at the surging desire to feel them again.

"My lord," she said in greeting with a voice much affected by that stirring desire. She moved unhurriedly around the table to its other side so the large wooden piece stood between them. Her eyes flitted back and forth between his face and the pot at her hands, her shyness obvious and charming.

"You have been well this morning?" His voice drew her eyes to him, but at the implication of them, she blushed red and looked back to her plant. She could only nod child-like and smile with her bottom lip between her teeth.

As she studied the idling path of her finger on the table, she wondered if her bashfulness was appropriate given all their amorous activity. She also became worried when she stood at the blurred lines of their relationship and didn't know in what manner or purpose he came to see her. Though desire may always direct her thoughts, he wasn't necessarily so affected, right?

Brynna peeked up at him through her lashes and was first surprised to see he advanced so closely so quickly, and then she had no doubt of his intentions for seeking her out. His hunger was never far from his eyes, and it was now a sight her entire being knew intimately. She responded with deepened breath and parted lips as she waited, tingling in the moments they stood apart.