Saving Clara Ch. 01

I don't even glance back when he opens the door, whoever it is I won't be able to face them without revealing what I have begun. I close my eyes and try to ignore the insistent heat inside me, he had given me a swell of heat but I long for something more, something I have only heard of, "We must empty your wash basin my Lord."

Gregor's quiet voice pierces the cocoon of confusion beginning to form, "I am well aware of that, please be swift about it Gregor."

There is a long moment of silence, "Of course my Lord." I stay as still as I can, the whole process seems to take a moment in my mind but I am sure it takes a longer period than I imagine. I don't ever want him to leave, when he leaves my Master will look at me again, he will touch me and I am afraid the fire will destroy me. He ignites a fire inside that frightens me, but oh how I yearn for it. I want his touch burning away my resolve, I want him to crush me with his strength, and the desire for his soft tongue upon my flesh makes me blush. His touch has awakened a passion that I wasn't even aware of, when Gregor finally leaves I am shaking all over with anticipation.

"Clara." I sit up, I hold the blanket tight against my chest as fear threatens to overtake me, "You are quite the disobedient one." My body trembles as desire pulses back to life, my blood sings when he approaches me, he studies my face closely before he grabs the blanket and pulls it away from me. The thought of holding it tight does not even cross my mind and instantly my body is bared to his gaze once again.

"Are you frightened Clara?" Heat swells through me as he slides onto the bed, his bare chest is wider than me and it makes me feel small as he crawls over me. He pushes my legs apart insistently and he crawls between them leaving my legs draped over his thighs as he hovers over me, "Why do you not speak?"

I swallow hard as I drown in those dark eyes, "I cannot think my Lord."

His lips curl in a smile that melts me, his power over me frightens me more than anything I have ever known, no one has ever burned a fire this bright inside me. He isn't even touching me and I can't even manage a complete thought, "What do you wish of me Clara? Come now, do not disobey me again, all I ask is that you say my name and I will bring you such pleasure as you have ever known."

My mind is split between unbearable desire and years of harsh instruction, "My Lord I cannot, it is..."

He brushes a hand from my calf up to my thigh and all thought fades as insanity takes hold, "Come now Clara, this journey has only just begun, you have accepted it and there is only one way to go from here."

His hand hovers over the focus of my heat, I cannot resist it, the heat is melting away all thoughts of decency and I groan as his touch flicks across that most sensitive of places. My rationality snaps, "Ander!" His hand flicks against me firmer this time and the heat flares through me with such force that breathing becomes much less important and I buck against him. My hands are on his chest, I want to shove him away and draw him closer at the same time, my nails bite into his flesh as the wave crashes through me. For a long moment he pushes me further along the heat until I can't bear it anymore and the pleasure of it leaves me spent and slick with sweat.

He presses his palm to my mound and watches me as I slip back to sanity, "Do you enjoy touching me?" His words don't register until I feel his chest beneath my hands, I curl my hands to my chest and blush wildly as his eyes travel the length of my body, "I shall teach you properly Clara. You're modesty is endearing but I find your desire much more so."

He slides a finger into me and I moan as he sinks into that oversensitive place, I am panting as he presses deep within me, I roll beneath him, "Do not move." I grunt with effort as I still my treacherous body, his touch stirs the fire until I can barely stand it, he pulls his finger from me and without hesitation he sticks it in his mouth. I stare at him in wonder as his eyes close for an instant and he growls, "I shall taste that sweet treasure of yours Clara. Have you truly never had a lover? Never felt a man's touch?"

I almost feel the edge in his voice, "No my Lord."

His eyes carve through me like a knife and it chills me to the core, "We shall see."

I bite my lip, his aggression does not halt the fire but it does awaken a branch of rationality. I am not sure how to respond so I remain silent, I cannot understand his anger but I do not question it. He leans away from me and in one motion his trousers are on the floor, the sight of his manhood makes me lose my breath, it frightens me to imagine the length of that is meant to fit inside me. Ander repositions himself, as he slides up my body he trails his tongue up from my navel to my breasts, I gasp as his mouth covers my nipple. His manhood is pressed against me but he does not press into me, as my body alights to his hands sliding over my thighs a deep animalistic urge overwhelms everything else. His hands spread across my hips before he grips my waist and in a slow motion he slides into me, pain blossoms through the fire and I whimper. He stops within me, "Relax Clara, it will hurt much less if you do so." I groan as he cups my face and keeps his eyes on mine, I get used to his invasion slowly, he gently presses himself deeper into me, pain whispers through me but I try to obey him, his advance is halted by something and I am not prepared for his next action. In one motion he buries himself into me, I scream as the pain wipes away everything else and I grip his shoulders as the pain fades to a dull pulse, "Christ you feel so good..."

I search his eyes and see a fire that burns even brighter than my own, I wrap my legs around his waist and he growls. I like it when he does that, he pulls from me slowly then thrusts deep again, I moan as my slick walls accept him and the pain fades to the back of my mind, "Oh my Lord..."

He stills inside me, "Dammit Clara."

I grind my hips against him, "Please, please, please..." His expression looks pained, "Ander..." He pulls from me, he seems to lose all resolve for my comfort and he slams into me, his width feels as if it should tear me apart but instead it brings me such pleasure as I have ever known. I rise against him to meet his thrusts and I moan as his mouth locks onto my throat, his growl vibrates into my blood and my body sings against him. He wraps his arms around my body crushing me against him until I cannot move, I can barely breathe as he pounds into me, he shatters my perception of reality and all that exists is him against me. I scream as the wave crashes over me, my walls tighten around him and he grunts before slamming deep within me and I feel his seed explode inside me.

Ander pulls away from me slowly, the loss of his manhood awakens the pain within, his eyes are between my legs, "Seems you were telling the truth, interesting." I start to cover myself but he grabs my wrists and pins them to my sides, "You are so responsive to me Clara, how is it no man has seen your potential?"

I close my eyes, I don't like it when he talks to me so sharply, "I do not know my Lord."

"Look at me and tell me your thoughts Clara."

I look into his eyes, "Most men do not see me as a woman my Lord."

Ander studies me before he releases my wrists and pulls away from me, "Clean yourself in the wash room then rest." Before I can comprehend why he sounds so irritated, he pulls on his clothes quickly then he leaves me with only my thoughts. Perhaps now that he has satisfied himself he will sell me, that thought brings tears to my eyes and I haven't the strength to push them away.