Rain

"I feel it. It's coming... You're love's coming down like...rain. Wash away my sorrow take away my pain, your love's coming down like rain. " Madonna

The thunder resounded within her heart and the atmosphere. Every step she took carried her further into the rain. The atmosphere swirled around her taking her breath away just as quickly as her tears could. Her heart lurched with the violet veins of lightening as they spread across the sky. Dark lashes sweep down in the act of closing her eyes. She turns her face to the clouds, beseeching them to cry with her. Soft fingertips gently caress her bottom lip in remembrance of his kiss.

A soft cry greets the air when she finally takes a breath. Heavy lids glide upward to reveal her passionate depths. Clutching both sides of her ivory silks she raises them and begins to run into the forest. Golden tendrils flying out behind her as she flees into the light and steady rain. The tender drops falling to greet her and gather upon her flesh. She's not sure why she's running. She's not even sure that she should run. But her heart it begs her to run to find release, to take away the pain.

Bare feet fall to the damp grass and carry her to an unknown destination. Her tears mingle with the raindrops that kiss her cheeks. Every breath she takes collects in her lungs and burns with each step. The fresh scent of the earth being bathed fills her senses and burns into her soul. Amber eyes turn up to the sky once again and flash with the bolt of lightening that snakes across the heavens.

She can feel it in her very core. The need. The all-consuming desire to feel him once again blazes within her spirit. She cuts through the thin grass that sways and brushes across her thighs as she runs. The land seems to swallow her form the deeper she runs into the forest. She covers her eyes with the back of her hand, running blindly into nowhere. Tiny feet pound into the damp earth heedless of the pebbles that dig into her flesh. She gives herself to the rain, to the need that begs to be fulfilled.

Trees and bushes rush past her, some bending toward her in the wake of her path. Her heart pounds with the resounding boom ushered from deep within the clouds. Suddenly she stops. Her chest heaves when she tries to gather her breath and her wet silks. She stumbles toward an old wise tree. Laying her cheek against the weathered bark and closing her eyes she allows herself to cry harder. Tiny hands coarse through her disheveled tresses and pull them into her face to hide the heat and shame. Slowly she sinks down the side of the tree, resting for a moment.

It's just that sometimes a girl feels like running. She knows she shouldn't. Of course she does. She knew before she ever stepped foot outside that she was running from him when all that she ever wanted to do was run to him. Her foolish pride had captured her senses again. And despite the fact that she knew she should obey; she ran. Moist amber eyes scan the pathway she forged, hoping beyond hope that his form will darken her path.

She quickly turns her head back to the tree and sighs. A light hiccup is all that she has left to offer. She snuggles further into the tree a single silken tear falling from her closed eyes. Moist lashes lay upon her cheek, and light even breathing marks the rise and fall of her chest as she relaxes. It seems as though all of the stubborn will and pride has vanished in the wake of her longing to feel him close.

The raindrops sink into the earth and cause her silks to cling to her curves with their succulence. But she doesn't shiver for any other reason than she needs him. She feels so weak now, her limbs manage to drape around the tree and grasp it. She doesn't even hear him approach. His stealth has always been one of strong and quiet dominance. She drifts into a tumultuous slumber with the effortless tune and pitter pat of the rainfall. Shaking her head softly to the quiet voices that torture her and tell her she's done wrong by her Master.

He steps between the foliage and sees her lying there at the base of a tree. Curled around the rough bark as if it were a lifeline. A half smile crosses his face, but those dark eyes glimmer and give no hint that he's amused. He stands still for a moment, just watching her. He scans her surroundings and deems that no harm has come to her and all seems relatively safe. A sure and even stride carries him to stand just inches from her quiet form.

He hunches down into a squatting position, hovering just inches over her sleeping body. With the back of his hand he lightly strokes her cheek, as was his habit when he watched her sleep. She whimpers quietly knowing his touch whether sleeping or waking. Creamy skin turns and presses into the back of his hand, stroking back. He skims his hand up along her cheek and further until his fingers delve into her wet locks. Raking his nails tenderly against her scalp. Not really trying to stir her, but rather just drinking in her serene beauty. He glances down at her heaving cleavage and is quite sure that his little one is awake now despite her closed eyes.

He curls his fingers in toward his palm, gathering golden tendrils in his grip. He silently rises and pulls her with him. She remains still, facing the forest with her back toward him. She can feel his grip grow tighter in her hair and she holds her breath ready for the quick jerk. But the quick jerk doesn't ensue. Rather he releases her abruptly and twirls her around to face him. His arm curls around her waist to catch her as she stumbles. Somewhat alarmed and stunned she begins to speak only to be silenced by his lips crushing down into hers.

Her rosy lips part and offer him the tender inner flesh of her mouth. Curling her hands around his neck and stepping up into him. Stepping into all that he is, all that she wants, and all that she needs. She cries softly against his lips, his teeth nipping at her lower lip before he delves his tongue between her lips and takes what is his. His strong hand glides down her hip and thigh, grasping her silks and nearly ripping them up so that he can feel her bare flesh. Murmuring softly between her lips, "Foolish girl."

His tanned hand is a stark contrast to her pale skin. He curls his fingers into her flesh as he curves his hand around to her ass. Gripping her with all of his strength to pull her body closer to him. He breaks their kiss and inches back from her face. His eyes spark with the fire and rage he holds deep within. Those eyes search and delve into her and she can do nothing to stop it. Well perhaps she could run. And the idea did cross her mind again for a second. But the firm smack to her ass stopped that idea right in its tracks.

"Remember little one, I know you." His words are warm and deep as they tumble into her ear. She shakes her head softly and lowers her eyes without saying a word. Those strong fingertips grip the back of her neck when he lowers his head. His lips find the smooth flesh of her neck as he tilts her head back for his exploration. Quietly kicking her feet apart so that he may slip his thigh between her legs.

And she can't seem to help herself. She grinds into his thigh wantonly showing him the desire she's always had for him. A slight whimper escapes her when he marks her skin with his teeth. Stark white teeth trail down lower and lower, his lips moving against her flesh as he speaks. "Tell me little one, are you going to run now? Hmm?" His tongue lashes out to strike just below the bodice of her silks. Strong fingers curling into the silk of her gown and pulling it from her shoulders and down her chest.

The only answer she can manage to give him is a shake of her head. Her amber eyes growing wide with the honesty relinquished with that answer. He moves back just enough to slip her silks from her body, the light rain pelting against her bare skin. His hungry eyes slowly rake over every inch of her flesh. She timidly darts her eyes around the forest hoping to find no others about. And before she can give it a second thought her arms and hands move to cover her nakedness.

Another smack to her ass causes her to yelp and nearly jump away from him. But his strong grip holds her in her place. "Don't even think about it little one. If I wish you'll trot nude all the way home. And you would deserve it and you know it." She nods and lowers her eyes. "It would seem that your Master wishes to have you right here and now and does not wish for any delays. Is that understood?" Anticipating that she won't answer he smacks her ass once more and bellows in her ear, "Answer me little one."

"Y-y-y-yes Sir." She quietly answers in a heated rush. He steps up to her and courses his hands down her back and over her round ass. The warmth of her ass emanates into his hand. The hot pink flesh so firm in his grip. He growls softly in her ear and lowers her to the ground in his arms. His lips keenly find her lips and feast upon her flesh. She moves into him without hesitation. All thought leaving as one bare instinct takes over. The instinct to please her Master courses through her veins as freely as her blood.

He gently lays her upon the soft sweet grass, parting her legs with his knee. His presence looms over her when he pulls back to unfasten his pants. The thunder lightly rumbles in tandem with his growl. Those golden glimmering eyes gaze down at her in adoration as much as dominance. He takes her lips and kisses her so very tenderly, laying his body atop of hers and temporarily shielding her from the rain. His hard cock pressing into her thigh when he trails his tongue down her chest. Tracing a white- hot trail of passion to her pert rosy nipple with his tongue, he suckles it between his warm lips.

His hand cups her other breast as he grazes the pad of his thumb across the tight rosy nub. She writhes beneath him so ready for him and finding it so very difficult to restrain herself. He sucks her tight nipple between his teeth and begins to saw it amid them. The sensations drive her absolutely mad with pleasure. She glides her thigh up along his hip and he captures it without even looking back. His strong grip holding her thigh up and pressing it back with a sure push.

The steady thrumming of raindrops fall through the canopy of leaves among the trees. A few drops land upon them and wet their entangled bodies. His mouth keeps her warm. Her body always reacts to his with a light pink flush whether from his firm hand or his gentle touch. She arches up into him in a sign of shameless need. He continues his trail down between the valley of her breasts. He seems undaunted by the lustful exhibition of her thrusting hips.

She knows that he wants her just as much as she wants him. She also knows that he is determined to make her wait. She can almost hear him telling her to beg him for more. "Please Master," she whispers through parched lips. He lifts his head to look up to her. "Please what little one?" And before she can plead with him further, he moves to cover her body with his and enters her in one smooth stroke. He makes sure to fill her tight pussy with every inch of his hard cock.

A cry of sheer pleasure escapes her and fills the air. He rotates his hips in several small circles, driving her crazy with each and every movement he makes. She arches up into him to still those maddening movements. He releases her thigh and glides his hands around her hips, gripping her in a vice like grip as he slowly withdraws inch by inch of his luscious cock. The pull is so sweet and laborious. She coats every inch of his cock with her warm sweet cream.

Her tight pussy pulling and convulsing around him, desperately trying to keep him sheathed deep within her cunt. She grips him with her tight inner muscles and groans sweetly with the caress of his satin cock along her inner folds. Rivulets of rain gradually roll down his face to drop to her face, dissipating in their path over the lovers. She shakes her head repeatedly. Wet tendrils splay to her cheeks and forehead in her effort to still his departure.

He digs his fingers into her skin and swiftly thrusts his cock into her again. Another cry of pure pleasure greets him as her pussy convulses around him, pulling his rigid cock in deeply. Every cry she gives pushes him further over the edge. He grits his teeth and begins to thrust into her continually, making sure that each thrust is harder than the last. He literally shoves her into the ground with his force.

Then he stops abruptly. His throbbing cock pulsing deeply within her cunt. A nasty little grin spreads his lips and his words are almost taunting and teasing as he begins to pull out of her a fraction of an inch at a time. "What's the matter little one? Hmm? Tell me what you want, what you need." She groans and compresses her hands into tight little fists. "Please no Sir no! Don't stop!" she cries in a desperate little plea.

She reaches up and caresses his chest in an act of reciprocation. Those amber eyes turning a shade darker as she clenches him even harder and begins to grind up into him. He leans down and growls into the crevice of her throat, "I want to hear it little one."

"Oh please Sir, I want to feel your sweet gift fill me. I want you to cum in my tight little cunt. Fuck me Sir, fuck me hard and without mercy. I want your tight cock to stretch my little pussy. Give it to me Sir, fuck me with that hard thick dick of yours."

Without hesitation, he pulls back and slams back into her tight cunt. He almost shoves his balls into her wet cunt. His resounding growl filling the air as he thrusts into her over and over again with all of his strength. He reaches up and grabs her shoulders to hold her in place, and rams all nine inches into her quivering flesh.

Tilting her head back, she cries out and arches up into him, giving him all that she is. His touch and force seeping into her veins until she finds that she is the vessel in which her Master releases, and she revels in this knowledge. Panting softly, she attempts to catch her breath. Blind eyes roll back as she curls her hands in her hair. His hips crashing into her in abandon. She curls her legs around his hips hoping to keep him closer, but she is no match for his strength.

Instead, he grabs her legs and forces them forward. A dark and determined gleam flashes in his eyes as he increases his efforts. His pretentious cock pistons in and out of her wet folds as he fucks her furiously. He pulls back and shoves his cock in her cunt with one harsh thrust. Holding himself deeply within and allowing her to catch her breath.

"Mm my sweet little one." He murmurs just inches from her lips. She pants softly and rises to meet his lips. Kissing him hungrily as she wraps her arms around his neck; showing him that she is ready to receive him. He kisses her tenderly and departs from her lips, rising to hover over her. She rakes her nails down his back in approval, leaving red flowing streaks in the wake of her nails. Murmuring up to him endearingly, "Please Master cum for me." Knowing that this is her place and having displeased him earlier, one should cum only when allowed.

"You are to cum for me too little one. And I want you to cum now. Now little one." He begins to thrust once again in the wake of his words. He pinches her nipples between his fingers and rotates his hips to drive her crazy. She shudders and clenches him tighter than ever before. Her sweet cream floods his cock and washes his solid shaft with her sweetness, coating every inch that delves into her tightness.

She throws her head back, curling her fingers into his sides as she grips him. Her hectic breath ushered out with each gasp and cry of pleasure, crying out his name every time a spasm of erotic bliss rocks her body. She moves her body gracefully as if she is in an erotic trance, riding wave after wave of pleasure into the core of passion.

He bends down and draws the tip of his tongue along the exposed line of her neck, drawing his hand down the center of her body in a smooth and erotic caress as he rises. This time when he leans back, he has the devil in his eyes. He rares back and fucks her harder than ever before, grunting and groaning as he uses her body for his pleasure.

He fills her with his hot seed, pumping into her with renewed vigor. His own pleasure fueling his fire. Slamming his hips in and grinding in a wide arc, his own cries shadow her labored breath. He skims his hands along her sides and lowers himself to her flushed body, pulling her into his arms and rolling onto his back.

She cuddles into his arms and burrows her face in his chest. A light chuckle rumbles and gently shakes her head as he holds her. She smiles up to him when his hand skims down and covers her ass, melting into him heart and soul.