Passionate Servant

Chapter 1

She ran along the cobbled stones, her feet bare against the cool and smooth surface beneath her, with her skirt fisted in both of her curled palms to prevent herself from tripping over the hem. She felt exhilaration combine with the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her heart steadily pumping her blood faster as she raced along the deserted pathway. She was deep within the forest, the shadows adding a new depth of darkness around her that she struggled to see past.

As the clearing appeared before her, she slowed her run to a slow and reverent walk. She held her back straight and her head high as she moved steadily closer towards the clearing. Her strapless black dress blended her into the shadows with only hints of the pale complexion of her shoulders, neck, and face showing as she moved through patches of silver moonlight. Her raven black hair hung loose around her, stopping at her waist and adding to the sense of shadows that she walked amongst. At the center of the clearing, a pale stone altar made its' presence known to her. It was a familiar sight that brought a soft smile to her red-painted lips.

After a few reverent moments, she moved to approach the altar, the four candles surrounding the altar flaring to life and casting their warm and comforting light to illuminate the enclosing shadows. Reaching the altar a few seconds later, she slowly turned and shifted to sit on the north-facing edge with her knees crossed. Her spine was still straight, her head still held high, as she leaned back to brace herself against her palms. Closing her eyes, she mentally envisioned herself uncoiling her magick from the tightly spun ball at her heart and sending it out to form a protective circle around herself with the four candles as compass markers.

With the circle set, she opened her eyes and tilted her head back to smile at the star bound sky. Her pale skin reflecting the nights' light in a gentle glow, she parted her full and reddened lips and let her singsong voice fill the clearing. "Bring me my hopes in this time and place. Goddess, bring my hearts' secret dream to this sacred space." Lowering her gaze away from the midnight sky, she remained calm and still as the echoes of her voice reverberated throughout her slender frame before finally fading back into silence.

Moments later, a shadow approached her, the form masculine and commanding. As he stepped into the light of the candles' flames, tanned skin glistened like melted caramel molded to his exposed chest and arms. Letting her gaze travel along his form, she noted that he was dressed only in a pair of well worn and faded jeans. Her mouth watered as she brought her gaze steadily towards the man's face, noting the contours of his skin and the way he glided towards her with an almost feline grace.

When his chocolate brown gaze met her own, heat shot through her lithe frame. Within his gaze, she could catch glimpses of his dominance and the ruthlessness contained within. Her body responded and came alive at what she saw within those dark pools, her nipples hardening to an almost painful degree and an unfamiliar moisture coursing through her body to pool between her clenched thighs. Her breathing became faster, more shallow, has he came to a stop before her. He was so close that all she had to do was move her hand and reach out to touch him. She remained still, her wide violet gaze still locked within his own, fearing that any move made on her part would fracture the moment and he would vanish as swiftly as he had appeared.

"Stand before me, ma petite cherie," he said, his voice flowing across her senses and tightening her already tense and aching body. As she moved to follow his bidding, the fabric of her dress rubbed against her and she fought to stifle an unexpected moan as pleasure coursed through her in an intoxicating and new song. Standing before him, she held herself as still as possible, unable to keep from trembling in anticipation as he reached towards her.

Had she blinked she would have missed what he had done, his speed coaxing a startled gasp from her slightly parted lips. Her dress lay in a pool of fabric before her, both of his hands locked around her wrists. He leaned forward, pushing his way into her personal space and yet not making full contact with her flushed and fevered skin. "Trust me. Close your eyes and trust me." His breath ghosted across her skin, making her tremble more. She wanted him. She ached for him.

Forcing her eyes to close and her body to remain relaxed, her heart skipped at an erratic tempo as she was lifted from the ground. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut to keep from opening them out of her growing curiosity, she nearly cried out as the cool stone of the altar met her backside. Her arms and legs were adjusted and his hands were replaced with a soft and heated leather. Her eyes opened, her pupils dilated with both her need and shock as it warred within her body.

The man's chocolate gaze met her searching violet one, an almost tender look held within their depths. "You conjured me. You wished for me. From this moment forward, you are mine. Your complete trust will be earned and your discovery of unimaginable pleasure will begin. For now, you will simply feel." Her eyes drifted close as his words ran across her senses like liquid velvet. Her body still ached for his touch. Her mind silently begged for his command.

She felt his movement, though how she could not say, and her back suddenly arched as one hand came to rest on her stomach and the other across her left breast, his fingers deftly circling the tightened bud of her nipple before lightly pinching. A cry escaped her lips, echoing along the clearing and being met with a deep, masculine growl from the man with whom she was at the mercy of. His hands remained where they were as pleasure lit her blood on fire.

The heat seared her from the inside out, her thoughts becoming more scattered as the man continued to touch her. His hands shifted, exploring her exposed flesh. Another cry was pulled from her lips as he leaned farther over her, his warm flesh now halfway draped across hers, and his lips found her right nipple. The liquid heat pooling between her thighs pulsed at his added touch and her thoughts shattered. She writhed beneath him, a part of her aching for more while another part was desperately trying to piece her scattered thoughts together.

The hand that had been on her stomach drifted lower on her body, leaving a trail of fire in its' wake. His hand slid between her thighs, stopping her from clenching them shut, and he lightly stroked at the wet heat pooling there. Her back arched again as pleasure fractured her thoughts to nothing more than a blinding nothingness and the fire building in her veins ramped up several notches.

He pulled his mouth away from her nipple, his ragged breath teasing her burning skin. "You are mine to do with as I please, ma petite cherie," he whispered in a rough voice. His words echoed in her thoughts, revealing another aching need building within her.

The fingers of the hand pressing against her left breast pinched and pulled at her nipple as his mouth once again found her right nipple. His remaining hand continued to stroke her between her thighs and she arched her back again. "Master, please!" she cried, the sound coming out as a desperate whimper.

With a possessive growl, his fingers penetrated her and a scream was torn from her throat. Warm liquid fell onto her stomach as pleasure once again fractured her thoughts. Her muscles went limp and a sense of peace enveloped her. After what felt like a lifetime, she forced her eyes to open. Her dazed gaze met his, the pride she saw making her heart skip a few beats. With a soft smile, he pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered, "You have done well in passing your first test."

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