Hours later the bruise from his teeth was in full bloom on my neck. A lovely
purple grey shade. The top I’d selected was plenty low cut enough to display my ample cleavage and the bruise. I wore no necklace, I was proud. Callum was taking me to Medrona, the fetish ball to end them all.

As his pet.

I’d been a registered Domina last year. I knew many would see this as a “how the mighty have fallen” situation. I didn’t, actively. I was trying not to anyway. It was up in my head. I was dressed in a red satin dress with heavy corset boning in the bodice. Callum had picked it out for me, and told me I was to wear it tonight in front of the crowd at Medrona.

I did not object, I mean how could object to finery? Callum was dressed in black, black suit, black shoes, black shirt, black tie. He looked so fucking good, and I could tell that’s exactly what he was going for. We piled into the back of his chauffeur driven town car.

Medrona was always held at Hotel W. We were a quiet well dressed looking bunch.

After all, it was invitation only, and you had to BDSM “elite” to get in. Which her meant you understood you don’t show up in a leather harness and ruin the hotel’s reputation. Oh, and you were descent human beings.

“I’ve rented the honeymoon suite.” Callum whispered in my ear as we walked to the check in desk. My mind boggled, he was spoiling me, but, my mind what elsewhere to the typical girl place.

“Enjoy your stay Mr. and Mrs. Ramone.” The desk clerk winked at me with a smile. I chucked as Dante pulled me through the lobby. Turning more than afew heads as we made our way to the elevator.

“Ramone?” I questioned laughing as the elevator lurched upward.

“I did want to pretend we’re married.” Callum said with a shrug as the doors opened. I stayed back. My heart was pounding, cause I called him my husband once, a week ago and I thought it freaked him out. I guess I was wrong.

Spill.

Callum pushed my body against the door. It clicked closed soundly, and was firm against my backside. A mewling sound escaped my lips it was met by a growl from Dante’s own lips as he towered over me. My heart beat faster. Being with Callum never made sure if I wanted to run or come.

Before I could say anything Callum was kissing me We have this way of kissing sometimes. Itʻs like we used the otherʻs lungs to breathe. He was breathing my air, my heart leapt. I pressed my body to his, I wanted to crawl inside him. When I was this close to him all I could do was want to be not just the girl he loved but his heart. That way I could be with him.

Always.

He pushed me on to the bed. He was laying me back. my arms were over my head as he broke the kiss I whimpered like I was in pain. His mouth trailed over my neck he knew just where to lick and bite. I felt his hands lifting my shirt, then a rain of kisses on my belly.

The sound of ripping fabric, the feel of cold air on my legs. Wetness pressed against my clit. My panties were ruined, but Callum was being awfully meticulous about the dress. The satin felt like slippery cream against my skin. The corset was getting tighter. Binding me. I realized I was panting like a bitch in heat. I could barely feel his mouth and I was already worked
up.

Callum was licking my pussy, I swear he was determined to make me give him my ownership of my pussy by making me loose my mind during orgasm.

With each lick I felt it slipping. The way his tongue caressed me in that moment Iʻd chain my soul to his for just one orgasm.

One.

Callum’s tongue flicked my clit and I exploded. Brightness and blackness fought for space in front of my eyes. My pussy shook and quivered as his tongue played along my skin.

“That’s a good girl.” He said it like I’d just gotten an A in Algebra. That was just how Dante was.

“Come on girl.” He said getting to his feet. I laughed a bit.

“We’re going to be late.” He said pulling me up.

“For?” I asked looking into his pretty blue eyes still very intoxicated. He just chuckled as he opened the door. He barely gave me time to fix my dress and hair.

More kitten-ishness

Except with three.

A terrible track record for someone who had more Dominants than those three. With those three I did not try to be submissive. I was submissive. It was rare, really rare. A feeling I longed for yet, was totally leery of since it was always sudden and total.

He scared me because I wanted him to be more. In my experience, I’ve never had my master and my boyfriend be the same person. It’s just that I’ve always been the “play with them and send them home” type. That’s not to say I didn’t love either man.

But, he was new. He was young like me. We could somehow view things differently. He didn’t just allow my brattiness. He found it endearing. He didn’t consider my pink hair and my piercings “out of place” or “kinky”. They were what made “me” me. He liked me as is.

He didn’t wish me to change to fit some idea of an idealized submissive. Under him I was able to embrace who I was to become a better girl. He did not make me feel shameful. He made me stronger. Even as I was bound, waiting in his chair. Alone. I felt strong.

Today was a very special day. Saidin had tied me in pretty pink ropes. My legs were the only things forced open. He had me spread open with a spreader bar.

“Be a good girl,” he had said pulling on his boots. “I’ll be right back.”

That could have been minutes, but it felt like hours ago. Ages. I pondered this.

Saidin had left a full length in front of me. My nipples were hard and my breast seemed bigger, looking at them bound. I’m a bit vain in knowing I can get wet just looking at myself. I suppose that’s why I did porn. Part of it anyways.

I watched my pussy moisten as my pussy lips got puffy. As a teenager, I thought my pussy was disgusting since my inner lips were slightly longer than my outer ones. Now, I longed to touch them. I loved them.

Saidin stood behind me. I was unaware of him until he was stroking my collarbone. His finger moved down slowly, stroking my skin. He reached my nipples and pinched them hard. I cried out, but my eyes were transfixed. I was watching us.

As he came around in front of me, I smiled. He just grinned and unzipped his pants. I wanted it in my mouth badly. I knew he wasn’t going to give me that satisfaction. Tonight he was going to fuck me. His cock was rigid and perfect. It made my pussy juices gush. I was getting his chair messy, but I don’t believe that Saidin cared about his chair at the moment.

He pulled my hips out so my back now rested in the puddle. He drove his cock into my terminally tight cunt. I moaned, arching my back sinking myself all the way to the base. His eyes were intense as he slammed into and out of me. I felt myself flush as I studied the features of his face.

I was going to orgasm looking at him. He made sure of it, smirking as he slammed into me, finally digging his nails into the flesh around my hips.

I gasped.

My hips pushed me off as I rolled them, my pussy answering, spitting out my slickness and his seed. I was panting I was a beautiful mess. Saidin freed my ankles, and I extended my legs cautiously. Slowly, as he freed me, I began to come back to my senses. “Damn,” I whispered.

“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling back at me.

“Want to watch Doctor Who?” I asked hopefully.

“After I give you a bath, you’re filthy.” he said, picking me up and carrying me to his bathtub .

Now Serenity had always been friendly with Aris because he was dating Gwen, but never really saw a good side to him mainly because Gwen was always ditching her for him, and telling her Aris controlled her. But Serenity knew better she knew you had to have given someone control they cant just take it. Even though she didn’t really know the real man something about him made her think of Aris sometimes during the courtship of her friend. Serenity would never admit it but she wanted Aris or at least his love.

It was rather early when all their 16 guests were on their way to getting wasted. Aris was not a drinker, even though he bought for them. He just drank one glass of wine. Aris sat in the corner of our dining area under the light; his hair seemed to have a gold glow sort of like a halo. Serenity would shyly peek at him as he played. Out of the blue Aris started playing, “Cherub Rock” and this completely drew her to him. She raced over holding her Guinness by its neck.

“That’s Smashing Pumpkins!” she said excitedly.

“Yes.” He smiled so wide she could see his teeth. They were imperfect, slightly crooked; Serenity loved how they added to his sexily carved features. It only made him more interesting to her.

“That’s my favorite Pumpkins’ song”

The two of them started talking about The Pumpkins then music in general. He looked at her so intensely; she could almost feel his thoughts.

“Lou Reed is such a good lyricist.” Serenity mused with a dream like air, never stopping to think or wonder if Aris would know who he was.

Aris did something that first surprised then excited Serenity he stood up went behind her and he hugged her tightly “I love you.” He said laughing, in his hundred and-something years alive he never met someone who was like her.

“Why cause I like Lou Reed?” she giggled

“Serenity!” Gwen came up behind Serenity wrapped her arms around her, almost choking her. Gwen gave Serenity a huge wet kiss.

Then she stumbled back into the living room area.

Aris moved closer to Serenity his legs brushed hers. Serenity’s heart began to race. He shook his dismissively and chuckled “No, because you’re you.” She smiled and to keep from blushing she took a sip from her beer. Aris had a slight somber vibe coming from him even though he appeared to be happy she could tell he felt all alone. Serenity wonder just how badly he’d been hurt by the break up. She figured awful because of the way he looked and how happy Gwen was, she was never happy unless someone else around her was miserable. It was usually Serenity who was the one in pain, now it hurt her to see him like this.

Aris sniffed the air as he caught her scent. “Is that Amber perfume?” Aris asked being as close as he was he could almost taste her.

“Cherry Vanilla.” Serenity nodded finishing her beer.” You want to go to my room, it’d be less noisy.” She smiled sweetly offering him her outstretched arms.

“Sure” Aris smiled and picked her up and carried her down the hall to her undecorated bedroom.

They lay talking for sometime still about music. Aris would occasionally touch her in some small way.

“You like metal?” Aris sounded surprised.

“Yeah my mom got me into it.” She whispered almost like she was talking about being abused. “And my last boyfriend roadied for Metallica.”She smiled as she recalled what Aris hoped was a good memory.

“Gwendolyn was always afraid of my darker side” he admitted sadly.

“Hmmm, that just intrigues me.” Serenity blushed. The urges she suppressed for the length of she’d known Aris now they could just freely float to the surface and they were at rapid speed.

“Gwen never liked my music.” He sighed “she said I should play like The Pumpkins all the time.” He looked deeply into her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat for a brief second she thought she might drown in the ocean of his eyes.

Suddenly he hand caressed her cheek, his hand felt cool on her blushing skin.

“I’ll admit, I thought you took my best friend away.” Serenity stammered.

“Sorry.” He whispered bringing her face closer.

The first real kiss Serenity had ever received was so intense it was almost as if they were trying to burn each other with the passion inside. His tongue explored her mouth she was unsure of what to do but Aris didn’t seem to mind

“I’ll admit I thought about you.” He said smiling down at her.

“When?” she asked playing the naiveté card to full advantage.

Aris blushed next. “Sometimes when I was with Gwen mostly when I was alone though.” He kissed her forehead. Serenity smiled a dark, wicked, and sexy smile.

“I thought of you as well.”

Aris then slid his legs in between hers.

“How so?” he seemed to purr.

“I would imagine you a vampire, would steal into my room and drink from me, when I was bleeding.” Serenity blushed the color of her sheets. Aris lean up on his elbow so that he was over her.

“Dear, sweet Serenity, that’s why Gwen left me, part of it anyway.” He smiled wide revealing for first time his fangs. She looked confused for a moment.

“Aris, what. Are you saying?” she looked in his bright green eyes and thought, hadn’t they always been blue?

“I am a vampire and

Aris kissed her again, this time she started to rub against him rhythmically. Aris kissed her ear lobe holding it gently in his mouth. “And yes my eyes are blue.” He whispered between his teeth.

“Aris.” she moaned as his fingers found her moist pussy, he groaned in excitement as he explored her soft and yielding much like he dreamt it would be. Serenity bit into his shoulder as he made her orgasm. She never had one; she had always pushed the guy off before she did. Aris however would not accept “no stop.” He would take nothing less. He slowly pulled her dress off exposing her nude form to his gaze the fingers on his left hand traced over her nipples. Hungrily he began to suck on her right nipple. Serenity wondered if he could hurt her, but through the animal lust in his eyes she could see he wouldn’t dream of it .

Almost instinctively climbed on top of him. Using her hands to support her Aris held tightly to her hips helping her rise up and down on his cock. The look in his eyes was so intense she almost couldn’t look at him.

“Oh, fuck.” She panted as she went harder on him. Aris smiled caressing her breasts. She moaned and arched her back her finely manicured nails dug into him her head bowed.

“Serenity?” he whispered softly after she had just sat there for several minutes.

Her head shot up and she was smiling with the same hungry smile he often had when looking at her.

“Yes?” she giggled.

“You ok?” he asked pulling her close.

“More than ever.” She kissed him.

“Good.” He held tight cradled against him.

Serenity laid back on her pink satin sheets, sighing to herself. As she drifted of to sleep she thought of Aris. Aris was mysterious, that was what made him so attractive, well there was more, thoughts of him made Serenity smile. He was perfect.

Now here I was two years later waiting in line at Border’s bookstore for Camden to sign my copy of Palm tree 13. I had butterflies in my stomach I sat thinking of all the clever things I could say to him. Nervously I looked to the front of the line trying to see him. From what I could see he looked unhappy, and I don’t blame him most everyone ahead of me and said something along the lines of “Camden dude, I liked your book it was so like me.”

I just sighed and thought to myself. “No, it is not like you, you slacker moron!” a big smile came to my lips when I realized I would be the last one in line. I didn’t know whether to cry or to be excited. Slowly I approached his table. Camden looked up at me the tiredness in his eyes seemed to dissolve away as he saw me smile.

“Hello, and what’s your name?” he smiled back at me and I felt that tingle again only this time it wasn’t anywhere near my spine.

“Laura.” My voice sounded far off and distant to my mind. I watched him signing my copy I felt my lip tremble I wanted to say something but couldn’t.

“Well, Laura how would you like to go out to dinner with this old writer?”

“Yes.” I about jumped out of my skin onto him. he laughed looking at me.

I watched him as he gathered up his coat and briefcase and finished his business with the storeowner. A shock of electricity passed through me as he grabbed my arm to walk with me.

“So, you actually read my work?” Camden sounded so amused.

“Oh, yes sir, I even did a monologue from your Liz Phair book for my forensics piece.”

He laughed and turned to look at me. “There are no monologues in that book.”

I had to crane my neck to look up at him “I know but the way I did it, it was”

At the coffeehouse we talked mostly of my aspirations as a writer over cheesecake.

“So, you write erotica?” he asked as we waited for another slice.

“Yeah, you don’t think I’m sluttish?” I giggled as my foot touched his leg under the table.

“No, I like a woman who knows what she wants.” He smiled a slightly devilish smile.

As we sat in the coffeehouse the world seemed to disappear or go on with out us, I always felt that it didn’t matter now that I was being heard, actually listened to.

Soon the second round of cheesecake came, and we started talking about my father not wanting me to write, then about how he decided to write. Soon we were on a third slice, time seemed to be whizzing past us.

“Would you like to come to my hotel room, and continue our chat?” Camden said smiling hopefully. I breathed in deeply to calm myself so I didn’t sound like a total idiot.

“Yes.” Was all I managed to say, but it was all I needed to say.

Camden’s hotel room was lovely with a modest pastel theme, I was really impressed that his publisher actually paid for this.

“Have a seat, please.” Camden said taking off his tweed coat. I sat in the chair next to the desk. “Thank you.” I said softly.

The first kiss was so electric I thought I was going to fall over dead, but instead I melted into him. He laughed as he pulled me to my feet. We spun in a wide circle and Camden let me fall backwards on to the bed. We were both flushed. slowly I unbuttoned my blouse. My breasts hung there full my heart pounded as my nipples became erect.

Camden looked at me with a sense of wonder, like I was a mythical goddess. I undid the snaps on my cute little plaid mini skirt.

“My little schoolgirl.” Camden teased me, stroking my cheek.

He knelt leaning forward his fingers lightly tugged my nipple as his mouth began its assault on my other nipple. I cried out running my fingers through his hair holding his head in placed as he sucked. He eased me down onto my back. Kissing down my stomach. He pulled the front of my bikini cut panties down kissing the delicate flesh admiring my neatly trimmed pussy.

“Can I take these off?” he asked while pulling them down, he flung them across the floor.

I was left in just my high-heeled Mary Jane’s; he looked pleased as he spread my legs laying a blanket of kisses on my thighs. I shivered feeling my juices drip.

“Camden, please, ” I rested a foot on his shoulder.

Camden inched forward his tongue trailed over my clit. he lapped at it quickly. I scooted down closer. Camden lifted his head. “That’s it baby.” He groaned pulling me closer still his tongue swirled around my slit bumping into my sensitive clit. I moaned as Camden poked his tongue into my hungry slit I wrapped my legs tightly around his head. I rode his tongue until I started to orgasm. He was very slow as my cum poured into his mouth.

He stood his full length I was so blessed out from the intensity of my orgasm I didn’t even notice him climbing onto the bed. He rolled me so that he was underneath me. I smiled down at him. I rubbed my pussy on the head of cock teasingly.

He lowered me down on the full length of his cock; I rocked slowly rising slowly then slipped back down. Faster I went he raised his hips to meet me, we fucked like that for an hour or more I screamed his name as he seed flowed into me.

“Can we do it again?” I asked sounding as innocent as a little girl.

He looked me over for a moment, smiling. Camden reached out stroking my ass. I purred pressing against his hand.

“Such a soft ass, so inviting Laura you are such a temptress.” He kissed from my neck down my back. He crawled in between my legs his cock rubbed on my cheeks.

“Please.” He growled softly.

“Yes.” I squeaked out.

Camden entered my asshole with force yet was very gentle. I pushed back against him. I had never done this before but had fantasized about doing it. He pumped me hard striking my ass with hand, it landed with a loud slap.

“Ahh, yes more please.” I cried out in sheer ecstasy. he spanked me again. I couldn’t believe it but my body shudders in another orgasm, Camden came as my asshole squeezed tightly on his cock.

As we lie there still shaking and sweating I knew he was indeed the best lover I would ever have.