Possess Me Ch. 11bytitania123©
What a very frustrating week for us all. I am not sure what the hold up was the first time I submitted this. Thank you all for your feedback. I tried to really listen to your thoughts about the previous chapter and address them. I appreciate your reader's feedback as it gives me a new perspective. Therefore, please keep it coming and let me know your thoughts about this chapter. Again, thank you all for your patience and passion to see the new chapter out. My goal is to upload ch 12 on Monday.
Malik lay tied in the dark, the fire casting only a murmur of light onto the heavy curtains around his bed. He sighed in irritation and sexual pain as his still turgid member strained against his pants and heavy blankets of the bed. Brynna was turning out to be crueler than he would have imagined.
At first, he had been encouraged by her warming attitude. She allowed him to take over her riding lessons again and seemed quite satisfied with his performance. Then she invited him to continue her reading lessons. Their interaction in the library had been peaceful and engaging, and when she asked him to draw her bath, he was overjoyed, though granted, foolishly optimistic. In his mind knew she had not forgiven him, that he had not repaid one-tenth of his debt to her, but still his body thrummed in hope. And what had happened? At the first possibility of touching her, he had fallen right into her little trap.
Malik groaned miserably. He even told her what she wanted to hear. For a taste of her mouth, made weak and confused by the wet heat of her core rubbing erotically against him, he said he belonged to her! His reason told him that to win her trust by acting the slave, he would have to relinquish, at least temporarily, some of his pride and do as she wanted. And yet his logical arguments did not take away the tightening of his gut from being so powerless. His nostrils flared as he denied such vulnerability to anyone.
To belong to her, and while the thought was uncomfortable simply because it seemingly made him weak, there was a deeper part of him that whispered that he did want to belong to her. At least, he wanted to be hers, if not exactly her slave. He sighed; he wasn't quite certain what he wanted.
Eventually, the sexual tension in his body receded and he scooted deep into the covers with his arms chained to the sides of his head. He closed his eyes and forced the overtake of sleep.
In the morning, Brynna awoke early, her mind eager to begin the reeducation of her master. Her night's sleep had been fitful as she had been certain that as soon as her eyes were closed, Malik would find a way to free himself and march in upon her, stripping her of her titular status as master and force her into submission until she quivered eternally. And could she blame him? She blushed to think of how she had teased him and then left him aching. Well, left them both aching.
Looking into the mirror, she bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, as if a chest full of air would take away the embarrassment of her wanton behavior. When she opened them again, she did feel calmer. Do not be a fool. While these little games are fun, they won't make him see me as anything more than a sex slave. Break his will a little, but don't fail. I can't stay here if I fail. I can't live if I fail. She sighed once more and left.
Brynna walked softly into his room, cold in the still dark morning, the gray sky barely filtering in through his windows. She lit a candle next to his bed and then pulled back his drapes. Gentle light tumbled into his sanctum, weakly illuminating his features. Despite his generally strong-set face and the beard he now sported, he appeared softer and innocent, perhaps even younger than her. She sat upon his bed, the motion disturbing him enough so that he opened his eyes.
When Malik focused in on the pretty woman sitting next to him, he smiled. And then he remembered. He remembered how she stood against him, how he plotted to obtain her, his immediate enchantment by her and resulting seduction of her, his brutality, her escape and his pursuit, the glow of his soul when he saw her with his roses, their bargain, and her torturous behavior just the night before.
He did not know if he had anything to smile about.
And yet, the very sight of her, being the first of his day, had made him glow instantaneously with joy. He sighed. "Planning to release me, or shall I remain in bed all day?"
She quirked her eyebrows up at that. "You are quite insolent this morning, slave," she said in mock threat.
He schooled his features so quickly that Brynna was reminded of his inordinate amount of control and the danger that it presented. "Forgive me, my lady, I spoke out of turn. It shan't happen again."
She slanted her eyes at him, a playful tilt to her lips. "Hmm, yes, well, see that it doesn't." Quickly changing topics, she looked at his exposed torso. Malik still lay on his back, but the covers had worked down his chest. "And tell me," she said in a mildly distracted voice as her eyes roamed down his body, her finger trailing behind, "did you sleep well?"
Malik swallowed, his expression contained. "Yes."
"Your arms or wrists are not sore?"
He shook his head. "No, my lady."
"Good. And did you think about what I said?" she asked as her eyes hungrily took in his fast hardening nipples and the rhythmic cadence of his breathing that increased with each passing second. When he did not answer, she lifted her eyes to his face, clearly demanding a response.
In the involuntary tensing of his jaw, she could see the struggle to be deferential to her and yet retain his power and authority. She decided to coax him along, help him, as he had so often helped her. While maintaining eye contact, her fingers stole under the blankets. She could feel the jump of muscle as her hand snaked down his taut torso and dipped into his pants. Brynna made her caresses light and tempting, knowing her cold hands, when compared to the extreme warmth of his body near his groin, would make him extra sensitive to her touch. Her fingers skirted over the soft hair that trailed teasingly down his lower abdomen. When her fingers grazed the area just at the base of his cock, his hips gave an involuntary jerk.
As she was staring in his eyes, she saw only the faintest flicker cross his face and the barely perceptible tightening of his jaw. She stopped her advancement. Her heart beat powerfully in her chest, the small voice of fear in the back of her mind reminding her what happened last time he lost his control. But she pushed it aside, knowing that to dwell on her fear would get her nowhere. "Did you think about what I said?" she bit her lower lip that seemed to be swelling at just the thought of kissing him. But still he only watched her, his face set hard. And then her fingers plunged around his hardening length. His eyes shut tightly as his entire body tensed.
After a quick moment of pushing against the racking pleasure, Malik let out a harsh breath and opened intense eyes on her. "It is hard for you, is it?" she asked, smiling at her silly double meaning. She began to slowly move her hand along his girth. "Tell me why. Why do you not want to belong to me?" She watched his hesitation and recalled the words he had once used on her. "As your master, I own you completely. Not only what you do, not only," and here she stroked more firmly, as if accentuating her words, "your body, but your thoughts and feelings, as well. And I want to know. You can tell me the truth. I won't punish you for your words so long as you tell me the truth."
After a few pensive moments, understanding that Brynna sought more than the fatuous words of a pretend slave, he questioned her. "What is it you wish to hear, my lady?"
"You clearly want me, yet you resist belonging to me. Why does it make you unhappy to want me?" she asked innocently.
In a strained voice that belied his cool expression, Malik replied, "I may have allowed you to be my master for this short time, but that is as long as it shall last, no matter how I want you."
She sighed as she looked at him again, his refusal to concede her power over him making her jaw tighten in anger. As his slave, had he not demanded the same from her? She witnessed his discipline over his emotions, obvious in his calm face. Her own expression hardened at the man, anger flaring at his refusal to even admit to his desire. If he could so easily deny his blatant want, how much easier for him to deny her what he didn't want give: to release his strangling control over her? If she was going to succeed in swaying the bend of his thinking, she would have to break through that hard shell of restraint.
Then sparked an idea. A beautifully daring idea she was quite certain would shatter his perfect, precious self-control. She smiled deviously before standing and flinging back the covers. Brynna eyed his tented britches that covered his straining member. She untied his hands and told him to stand.
She stood back and openly leered at the half-dressed man before her. She slowly took in his exquisite chest and shoulders before trailing her eyes down his body to the bulge so evident. When she looked back at his dark face, her eyes glittered even more as the cruel smile cut across her lively face.
Though she had vowed to forgive him, she couldn't help the tremor of pleasure at the thought of torturing him in order to teach him. Unable to use harsh, physical punishment, perhaps she could devise one a little more suited for her tastes. That's right, break him...just a little.
"You should rebuild the fire in here, as it has become quite cold. Attend to your morning ablutions, and I shall return in a quarter hour. Oh," she said, turning back to him as she reached the door, as though she were remembering a small detail. "I expect you to be back in your bed, with no clothes when I return." She smiled demurely and left him standing, straining against the fear of what was or was not to come.
Brynna skipped down the stairs to the kitchens. "Good morning, Bea," she greeted happily.
"Oh, good morning, my lady," Bea responded in surprise. "You are up early today," she commented, as she looked over her fine dress.
"Yes, couldn't sleep, so I thought I would get started with my day. And how goes the bread, Bea?" Brynna asked as she scuttled about the kitchen to gather different foods for her and Malik's breakfast. When the change of power had first occurred, the staff had known not what to make of her. They spoke only when asked a direct question, and though Brynna generally kept from places only her former chores would have taken her, she occasionally found herself in the kitchen. Eventually, despite Malik's warning that she was now mistress, they warmed to her once again, though there did not exist the easily flow of friendship that had once been there.
"Oh, it is fine, dear. Beth does a fine enough job with it. Though I dare say, it is not quite half so tasty as yours."
"Thank you, Bea," Brynna said, beaming, perhaps even blushing. "I look forward to making it once more," she announced distractedly, coddling a few eggs over the fire.
There was a moment of silence as Brynna focused on her work, but Bea had edged nearer, her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes darting around. "About that, my lady," she began hesitantly, pulling Brynna from her thoughts.
"Yes, Bea? About what?"
"I know it's not my place to say, but, I will admit to being concerned for you, my lady."
Not knowing what to think or say, she simply replied, "I see."
Bea rushed on. "It's not as though we don't believe you are a strong sort of person, standing for us when we needed someone. But, well, after you disappeared and we come to learn that you had run away and all because of how the master treated you, and then what with him gone for the whole time, even taken ill because he was looking so long for you. Well, not that I am sad to see you back, but I was just wondering what he'll do to you."
Brynna remained mute as she plated the eggs and tore off bread for them. She inhaled deeply and forced a bright face. She picked up the tray and turned smiling largely at Bea. "Cheer up, Bea, it can't get any worse than it already was." And then she was gone, dread boiling ever so quietly deep within her.
She sauntered in, a sly smile playing on her lips once more. It almost faltered when she saw him perched against the headboard, lounging like a dragon awaiting a sumptuous meal.
"My, don't you look comfortable," she commented, a little annoyed at his unflappable demeanor. We'll just see how collected he is at the end of the day, she mused to herself, even more bent on destroying his self-control.
"I am only as my lady bid," he reminded her coolly.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but held her tongue. She sat the tray down and reached for his hands, securing him again. "I hope you are quite prepared to spend the day in bed."
"Anything you wish, my lady." Malik felt only somewhat uneasy as he studied her for any signs of what she planned. It was difficult to remain unaffected as he was naked in front of her. Not only did morning's sexual tension still linger in his mind, but, being cautious by nature, he couldn't help but sense the undeniable danger at lying so vulnerably in the power of her wounded psyche.
Once he was secured to her liking, she fetched the tray and sat it on his great bed. She crawled up on it herself and settled innocuously by his side facing him. She was able to reach across his legs to the tray and lifted a piece of bread to her lips. "I am quite hungry," she mumbled with a mouth full of the chewy stuff. "How about you?"
"Yes, though little good food does me while my hands are tied."
She decided to let the mildly cheeky tone go as she was focused on other issues. "No matter, my little slave. I am quite capable of feeding you." She smiled as she tore more bread and presented it to him.
Malik slanted his eyes at her seemingly innocent face, which smiled mildly, with little evidence of conniving thought. As his slave, Brynna had been given little room to make any decisions. He had decided everything for her from her hair to her chores. And yet, here she was, crippling him even more sharply than he had her, simply by serving him. Malik frowned at his lost self-sufficiency.
Brynna, however, gave no attention to his fouling mood, but kept the morsel ready at his lips, waiting patiently as ever. After a time, her smile froze into obvious annoyance. Dropping her arm, she asked tightly, "Do you not wish to be my slave any longer?" She needed to give no explanation, as Malik rightly interpreted her grave threat.
The tension in his body released somewhat as he resigned himself into her hands. "No, my lady."
"Then, do not disappoint me by disregarding what I do for you." She placed the food back at his mouth, to which he opened and began chewing begrudgingly.
"Smile, my little slave," she said in a sweet, sing-song voice, as she turned reaching for more food for herself, "or else I will think you do not like me." She sat demurely, alternating feeding herself and him. Malik never became comfortable at being treated so infantile, but sat brooding as he ate. He was only able to swallow with a tightened throat as he reminded himself over and over that he was doing this to earn her trust. He had promised he would do anything, no matter what to achieve that goal, even allowing all his power to be stripped from his body.
When the two were finished, Brynna removed the tray and sauntered back to the side of the bed, running a finger along his leg. "You did not thank me for your food, slave. Perhaps I should take the time to instruct you on how to be grateful for all I do for you." With that she sat on the edge again, kneeling easily by his side.
Her fingers traced the hard edges of his chest and torso. Malik was determined to remain unaffected, as he was not quite certain exactly how she would teach him. Brynna felt the resistive tightening beneath her exploratory fingers. She smiled inwardly as she felt those walls being shored up even stronger against her. She was quite giddy at the challenge of arousing him beyond the confines of his hardened discipline.
She edged closer to his body and allowed her own to soften alluringly, giving the subconscious hint that sex was inevitable. With gently coaxing fingers, she stroked happily over the delicious contours of his body. She loved the feel of him beneath her fingers, always had, and allowed herself to marvel at the wonder of him. Eventually she progressed to more sure and firm strokes, running the entire pads of her hands over his chest and shoulders. She could hear the increase in his breath and was momentarily caught up in the sensuality as she felt her own depth liquefy and begin to throb with desire.
To ease herself, she shifted on the bed, coming nearer even still to the fevered body unclothed before her. She allowed the fire of his skin to radiate through her hands and up her arms, her nipples straining for his heat. Her hands glided up his neck and back down the front of him, almost as if she were pulling him to her, begging to be claimed. She could feel the pulse in his thick chest beat violently against her hand and noticed her own heartbeat increase in response.
Malik was watching her intently, trying to decide just what she wanted from him. He deepened his breathing to control the rise of heat swimming through him. It was nearly beyond his mastery to refuse the involuntary rise of his aching member. And when her hands brushed down to the juncture of his thighs, sweeping tantalizing over the highly sensitive skin there, his body leapt in excitement.
Down the powerful expanse of his thighs, Brynna strummed with her hands, vibrating with triumph as she watched his semi-hard erection pull taut against his stomach, eager for her touch. She breathed deeply and looked to the tormented, untrusting face of her master, divested of his authority over her. She found herself caught in his deep blue eyes that held traces of intense desire and apprehension. Make him burn, a deep, violent sensuality in her husked, wanting to make him die from the pleasure she forced upon him and allow no means of escape. Build it up, it continued to taunt, make him burst with unsatisfied pleasure.
Brynna's torturous hands delved down the hot flesh of his naked thighs and then up near the crease of his hips, sliding so agonizingly close to his now straining cock. Her hands followed the same tormenting path several times until she saw the crystal liquid begin to dribble free from the tip of the fat, purpling head. So tempted to take him firmly in her hands and stroke, she gave one alluring lean into him, her body nearly touching his burning, bare flesh, her eyes peering pleadingly into his. She looked at his mouth and ran her pink tongue over her bottom lip mindlessly. When she felt the shudder run through him, she smiled her cruel little smile and slid off the bed.
"Shall you be warm enough without your coverlets? Or would you like them while you think on all the things I do for you that you should be eternally grateful for?" she asked seriously.
Malik sat bare before her, his entire being straining with need, and as she announced her departure, his countenance became black. He tried to push down the wrath that began to flame indignantly in his chest.
He understood this was his punishment for crimes that stretched beyond simple forgiveness. It was her recourse into accepting his place in her life. But he could not stifle the sensation to rip from his tethers and force her submission to him, to use her body until they found shattering gratification. As he gave her no answer but his dangerous look of promised retribution, Brynna simply smiled and pulled the curtains to, enclosing him inside a bed, empty except for the vast want of a burning man.