Elise sat at her dining room table slowly circling her finger around the outside of her glass. It had been a long tiresome day as usual. Her life was full of happiness; she knew that. She had many things to be thankful for, but her longing for something more nagged at her all the time. She quickly finished her dinner, did some quick housework and settled into bed. Sleep came hard these days. Watching the hours drag by she tossed and turned, "tomorrow" that was always the last thing she thought of as she fell asleep.
"On your knees, now." His words rang through her head.
She fell quickly, feeling elated in her action. He walked over to her.
"You are mine now."
She nodded her head in agreement and acceptance. He softly caressed her face with his hand.
"Touch me," he ordered.
She fervently obeyed. Grabbing at his hips, and kissing his stomach, she kissed down farther and farther until he grabbed her hair and tore her head back. The sudden pain almost made her scream out.
"You were not given permission to do that."
Her cheeks burned red.
"I'm sorry." She felt like she was going to suddenly cry.
"You must beg for it. I am like water to you now; you can't survive without me."
At that moment he was right. She needed him. She wanted him to take her, to make her feel whole.
"Please," she cried out. "I must have you." She grabbed at his hand and showered it with kisses. "Please, Please...Release me."
He wrenched her up from the floor and brought her up to him. He turned her around again so her back was to him. He drew her close and pressing tightly to her he traced his hand down her side. He brought his other hand up and held her softly by the throat. His other hand quickly found itself between her legs. He played with her for what seemed like hours. Playing her like a cherished instrument. She writhed and moaned out in harmony with his fingers as they danced over and inside her.
This torture will never end, Elise kept dreading, but the surges through her body were incredible. Tristan started to breathe harder in her ear, his faced buried in her neck. His other hand left her throat and grazed slowly over each breast. As he picked up speed with his hand Elise started to scream out.
"Please," she repeated again and again.
"Elise, I release you,” he whispered as he entered her.
Elise's vision started to go white as the sensations started to overtake her. She felt his hand softly grab at her throat again. Tristan drove into her repeatedly. She could hear his breathing become short.
"Elise..."
"Yes…" she moaned out.
"Now you are truly mine." He squeezed her throat. She could still breathe but the sudden pressure shocked her. She felt herself explode inside, as he did within her. She screamed out, overcome by his passion. She felt her orgasm wash through her. As she felt the final throes of her passion spent, Tristan breathlessly whispered in her ear, "I always knew you would be the perfect slave."
Elise lay for hours with Tristan on the floor. They covered themselves with each other's clothes. She was so warm next to him. It was hard to fight back the sleep that was trying to draw her in.
"We must go," Tristan said as he kissed her forehead and got up.
Elise and Tristan finally got dressed and left the building. It was a slow and peaceful walk out of the building. He walked her to her car.
"Goodnight Elise, pleasant dreams."
He smiled and walked away. Elise could still feel him on her.
"Oh, my God," Elise gasped looking at her watch.
She quickly drove home. It was already three in the morning and she had to work the next day. Elise dreamed softly that night of her and Tristan together. Sleep had never come so soundly.
"On your knees, now." His words rang through her head.
She fell quickly, feeling elated in her action. He walked over to her.
"You are mine now."
She nodded her head in agreement and acceptance. He softly caressed her face with his hand.
"Touch me," he ordered.
She fervently obeyed. Grabbing at his hips, and kissing his stomach, she kissed down farther and farther until he grabbed her hair and tore her head back. The sudden pain almost made her scream out.
"You were not given permission to do that."
Her cheeks burned red.
"I'm sorry." She felt like she was going to suddenly cry.
"You must beg for it. I am like water to you now; you can't survive without me."
At that moment he was right. She needed him. She wanted him to take her, to make her feel whole.
"Please," she cried out. "I must have you." She grabbed at his hand and showered it with kisses. "Please, Please...Release me."
He wrenched her up from the floor and brought her up to him. He turned her around again so her back was to him. He drew her close and pressing tightly to her he traced his hand down her side. He brought his other hand up and held her softly by the throat. His other hand quickly found itself between her legs. He played with her for what seemed like hours. Playing her like a cherished instrument. She writhed and moaned out in harmony with his fingers as they danced over and inside her.
This torture will never end, Elise kept dreading, but the surges through her body were incredible. Tristan started to breathe harder in her ear, his faced buried in her neck. His other hand left her throat and grazed slowly over each breast. As he picked up speed with his hand Elise started to scream out.
"Please," she repeated again and again.
"Elise, I release you,” he whispered as he entered her.
Elise's vision started to go white as the sensations started to overtake her. She felt his hand softly grab at her throat again. Tristan drove into her repeatedly. She could hear his breathing become short.
"Elise..."
"Yes…" she moaned out.
"Now you are truly mine." He squeezed her throat. She could still breathe but the sudden pressure shocked her. She felt herself explode inside, as he did within her. She screamed out, overcome by his passion. She felt her orgasm wash through her. As she felt the final throes of her passion spent, Tristan breathlessly whispered in her ear, "I always knew you would be the perfect slave."
Elise lay for hours with Tristan on the floor. They covered themselves with each other's clothes. She was so warm next to him. It was hard to fight back the sleep that was trying to draw her in.
"We must go," Tristan said as he kissed her forehead and got up.
Elise and Tristan finally got dressed and left the building. It was a slow and peaceful walk out of the building. He walked her to her car.
"Goodnight Elise, pleasant dreams."
He smiled and walked away. Elise could still feel him on her.
"Oh, my God," Elise gasped looking at her watch.
She quickly drove home. It was already three in the morning and she had to work the next day. Elise dreamed softly that night of her and Tristan together. Sleep had never come so soundly.
