Some Kind of Spell Ch. 05

"She was pregnant, my sister in law was. Did you know that? She had just told us in the car on the way to the restaurant." Angelique's voice whispered just loud enough for him to catch her words. Tears fell freely down her face, wetting her cheeks, dripping down her neck onto her clothing.

"No. God no. I had no idea. That only makes this so much worse." He gazed at Angelique and seeing her tears and anguish just ripped at his insides like a knife. But he clenched his jaw and became the Dominant that would win her trust one way or another and began right then by taking out a collar that was slotted and had a key lock on the back side. It was made of thick leather and had a looped metal hook in front. He showed it to her briefly and she noted it had lettering on it but didn't see what the letters all were before he put it back in his pocket.

"Do you give consent of your own free will to be my submissive and wear my collar? Do you consent to submit to me and obey my orders and guidelines to keep you safe? Will you trust me to know what is best for you in every aspect of your life from here on until we both deem it safe for you in the world again?"

Angelique gulped in deep breathes of air. She was shaking like a leaf, so upset and anguished she was struggling not to keep crying. Pierre freed her hands then, and her feet. She was now standing up and yet as wobbly as she was, Pierre reached for her and put his hands on her shoulders to steady her, the collar still held loosely with one hand. They stood like that for long moments. Just looking at each other as she calmed herself and he studied her more closely watching her changing emotions carefully.

He saw it in her face, the moment she finally came to terms with things. She nodded her head and said

"Yes, Master. I do."

He breathed a sigh of relief. The first hurdle was over. But there were many more ahead and he knew nothing with this one would be easy. Now, she had to learn to trust him. He pulled her close, folding her gently in his arms. She was ridged at first but then slowly relaxed, her face turned and her body held close and pressed to his. His lips brushed her brow in the softest whisper of a kiss.

"You will not regret this, ma petit. I promise you." He lifted her hair, and fastened it with a large hair band

I need you to read and sign a contract outlining all that is expected of you. Are you up to that?" Angelique nodded as she was lead to a table with several chairs. He seated her with a pen and the papers and then sat next to her.

"If there is anything you don't understand and or do not agree to, mark that down and initial it. Also, I will call you Rosa for your name when I speak to you or about you here. And ma petit in private. You will call me Master at all times. Or Master P if other Masters or Dominants are present. Do you understand me, Rosa?"

"Yes Master. I understand." She continued to read and filled out a few areas and when she was done reading and signing the contract, she was bundled off to a large bathroom where Pierre shut the door and looked it. Her teeth were chattering by now. He explained her was going to assist her taking a bath. At first her rebellious nature began to assert itself and then he simply tapped her collar saying, "Mine" and she finally stopped gritting her teeth and said "Yes, Master" and allowed him to help her undress and bathed her.

She was shocked. She was not a prude but beside her doctor, no man had touched her as Pierre did. He washed everything. He was gentle but thorough and he noted her blushing cheeks and the looks she gave him but she said nothing which teased his mind and brought a small smile to his mouth. He complimented her then.

"Very good, ma petit, you are learning. I am pleased." She glared at him. He pulled her by her collar until his mouth was almost on hers and whispered fiercely. "Remember this, ma petit, I own you. I can order you to do whatever I want, whenever I want. You agreed to this."

She looked at him now with anger, pain, and confusion in her flashing green eyes. Those eyes that both enchanted and puzzled him. She hid nothing now. He saw it all there. Everything. And in that moment he pulled her the remaining distance and kissed her very thoroughly, fondling her breasts and then pulling her wet body from the bath, continuing to kiss and ravish her mouth as his hands took turns cupping each breast, pinching softly both nipples, and then stroking up and down her back, stroking her soft delicate wet flesh cupping her bottom with both his large hands as she clung to him and responded blindly. After long moments he wrapped her up in a large fluffy white towel. Then he pulled her hair aside and put the collar around her neck, locking it in place and putting the key back in his pocket. He clasped her to him again, and held her tightly enough that she was feeling his bulging hard on against her belly. That kiss was her undoing. He had aroused her a great deal. She was dripping from her delicate pink pussy. Her scent intoxicated him. He bent down and kissed her again, deeply and thoroughly. She responded. She couldn't help it. He knew it. She knew it. There was no going back now. She was truly his and a big part of her wanted him while another part of her was terrified of him and the power she felt in him just from those kisses and the way he touched her. She had never felt this way before. She did not know this, but Pierre never had either.

He should stop, he kept telling himself. He needed to stop, and gain control of himself. Yet he promised to protect her and take care of her. So he started to pull away when he heard the faintest whisper and her words, almost drove him over the edge. "Why did you stop? I want ...you.... I want ......more" Even as she spoke the words, she closed her eyes and pulled him closer, kissing his mouth as if she was drinking in the very air she needed to breathe. Everything was instinctual now. He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom door, and with one hand holding her and the other hand used to unlock the door, he proceeded to a room down the hallway, opened that door, locked it behind him and strode with her still in his arms, to the large king sized bed, where he gently laid her down and then immediately covered her body with his own, stretching her hands above her head with one hand and opening the towel with the other. He then began to kiss her, everywhere, gentle, rough, licking, sucking, moving slowly down her body, tasting her everywhere. He pulled each ripe perfect nipple into his seeking hot mouth, drew it in and gently bit and sucked it until she was moaning and begging him not to stop. He repeated this numerous times until she was very wet and very aroused, then he slipped one hand down and cupped her pussy, letting one finger push against her clit and begin to rub it as he continued to kiss her. She begged him, pushing her hips up and telling him she wanted him to help her. He stopped for a moment and she groaned and whimpered.

"How do you want me to help you ma petite?"

She did not hesitate, "I want you to push inside me..."

So with his finger he began to push inside her slick hot velvety channel still rubbing her clit and sucking her nipples. She tugged at his shirt, ripping a few buttons. He drew back slightly as he helped her and with one hand tore his shirt the rest of the way off, buttons flying. He unzipped his pants, and with her help he was naked and pressed against her again, but this time he parted her bare thighs and moved to position his shaft at her opening. She was drenched, hot and slippery wet with creamy juices. He paused. He wanted to taste her before he took her so he sucked and kissed his way to her pussy and then began a thorough tasting of her flower, opening it with his fingers and delving in with his tongue. His one hand moved up her belly to a ripe nipple and kept teasing and pinching it as his mouth and tongue continued to gently torment her and make her moan and gasp and beg him to take her. He took one finger and worked his way into her dreamy slick pussy, and then two fingers and began fucking in and out, in and out of it. Just as he felt she was about to release he would stop. Wait and then repeat it. He did this three times. Delving deeply fucking her pussy with his fingers while sucking her clit. The third time, he pushed in a third finger, pumped inside her faster, until she was literally pushing up and bucking against him on the verge of an orgasm. He quickly pushed her thighs open wider, pulled her hips up with both hands and in one swift movement thrust his cock deep into her dripping wet sheath and as he did, she cried out and jerked, her body going rigid, grasping his arms and arching her back as her muscles clenched, jerked, and milked his huge hard shaft. He felt his cock being clenched, gripped and pumped in and out of her orgasming channel. He moved slowly trying to hold back as her orgasm ripped through her. He was so hard, so full and had waited so long he could wait no longer. The weeks of wanting her, these few hours of being with her, and now being buried inside her made him loose all control. He thrust fast and deep and shortly as a massive orgasm ripped through him, and she orgasmed again, both of them screaming out their release. Both feeling such intense spasms that it took long moments before they stopped. Pierre and Angelique were breathing raggedly. They collapsed, drenched and tired on the bed, their arms and legs tangled up in each other. Pierre's mind began to function again, clearing in part from the haze of lust that pushed him to take her as he had done.

He pulled her face to his, and spoke deliberately to her. "Mine. You ARE Mine." He kissed her again, and again, molding her to him, feeling her nakedness move against his. The fleeting sense of déjà vu filled her mind. Those words, spoken just like that, in the circumstance he just had said them seemed so familiar as if she had lived this before, and yet she knew she had not.

The evidence of his taking her was slick on her thighs and his. You could smell the scent of sex and something else filling the air as the fluids seeped from her velvety folds and his shaft began to pull from her inner folds. Her body would have a few bruises since she had such pale delicate skin.

He was a big man and though he was patient and thorough in arousing her, she was not used to a mans weight. Or a mans cock in her most intimate place. She never told him but she had been untested by a man. She had allowed Pierre to do what no other man had ever done. She allowed him to seduce her, make love to her, for the very first time in her life, because before this, she was or had been a virgin. Now she was not. Now she was fully his.

As he pulled back slightly to stroke her breast and stroke down her belly to her pussy he then saw the pinkish red color mixed with her vaginal fluids and his semen. His eyes flew to hers. "Ma petite....? You were ..... a virgin? Why did you not tell me this important fact?"

She replied simply. "I thought you knew. You seemed to know everything else about me."

This stunned him and humbled him. She had given herself to him. Freely. A perfect Rose. Untouched and untried. Now his. He gathered her up, unlocked their door and carried her to the bathroom where he put her in the shower this time and gently cleaned and washed her. He toweled her hair dry, toweled her body softly dry and then wrapped her in a silk robe and carried her to the bed room again. He again locked the door. Looking at her made him smile. She seemed bemused and had that look of a woman well pleased and pleasured on her face.

He slipped the used and wet sheets from the bed as she sat in the nearby chair he had placed her in. Once the bed was remade, he put her down on it, and slipped in beside her in spoon fashion. He pulled the down cover over them both. She fell asleep almost immediately. His sleep was elusive. He held her for many hours before his thoughts finally allowed him to rest his eyes. The past 24 hours had held many surprises for him regarding her. It had also inexplicably drawn them together in ways neither one fully understood. He looked at her while she slept, pulling her over and repositioning her so that he could now look at her pulling her even closer. He tangled her legs in his and let his one hand drift over her back and bottom where it finally rested cupping her lovely rounded cheek. "Mine" he said one last time as he drifted into sleep.