Hello my faithful readers! So, this is not my work. A very, very close friend of mine wrote this (at my request) and did not want to post it so I offered to do it on my account. Honestly, this is her first attempt and reading over it...I was pleasently surprised. If she writes more, I'll add them here. Anyway, vote, add and whatever else you want. If you comment, I'll be sure to pass them on to her.
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The room was dark, and the world was silent. The only sounds around me were the soft creaks of the bed as I fidgeted, and the sound of running water coming from the nearby bathroom. My roommate was brushing her teeth in preparation for the night. I was lying in bed, alone. But not for long.
Soon I was joined by another presence beside me. My roommate felt me over until she found my hands, and held them. "Damn, you're cold," I heard her whisper into the dark. I sighed, "I know, I can't help it." I rolled over so that I was facing away from her. She pulled me closer to her own body, wrapping her arms around the curve of my waist. Then, with a whisper that sent chills all over me, I heard her demand just behind my ear, "Let me make you warm."
Suddenly I was forced over onto my back, and found my shoulders pinned down by her strength. I glanced up warily at her, looking down at me. She had a grin on her face that made her look like she was having too much fun already. Seeing that, I was nervous. She leaned down, closer to my face, still holding her grip on my frame. "How are you doing... pet?"
The only answer I could form was an incoherent noise followed by a cringe and a blush. Her name for me was effective, to say the least. She smiled wickedly in response, lifted her hands off of my shoulders, and slowly sat up on top of me. I waited in nervous silence for another command. It came. "Take your shirt off, now," she demanded. I sat up slightly and shuffled my large t-shirt off of my quivering body. She snatched it from my hands and threw it into the dark of the room. It landed somewhere near the door.
Before I could settle back down, her hands had already returned to their former position and pushed me back into the bed. My chest visibly heaved, my heart rate increasing slowly. She leaned down again. "Now let me have your neck, pet." I blushed again and tilted my head back so that she could have full control.
The second I felt her lips touch the side of my neck I froze and gasped. She knew that neck kisses were my biggest turn-on, and that after a few minutes of that my mind would be far away and all control would be given to her. At that point, I was a slave, and she a queen; and that was exactly the way she wanted it.
She progressed upwards with kisses along the length of my neck, eliciting soft moans from my lips. Then out of nowhere I felt the scrape of teeth grating down, and my soft moans became loud whimpers. My back arched reflexively as she bit down gently at the center of my throat, and I moaned as sign of approval. She also knew that I enjoyed a mixture of pain and pleasure, and gladly gifted me with an enticing balance of the two.
Though my mind was distant, I could hear her chuckle faintly in the dark as she noted my response. Then there was a seductive voice, "Do you like that, my pet?" I made a constrained sound. Fuck, I thought to myself as she continued her path of kisses and bites down the remainder of my neck. She's too good at turning me on.
My back returned to the bed surface as her kisses went up the opposite side of my neck and up to a corner of my jaw, where she knew I was sensitive. As she gnawed gently on it the nerves there sent out an electrifying sensation that made my entire body shudder. I trembled under her. She wasn't going to let me pull anything on her tonight. Tonight was her night, I thought, and she seemed to confirm my conclusion with another bite at my pulse point.
As I began to arch again she put a hand on my chest and pushed me down slowly in an attempt to relax me, to reassure me. It wasn't working, I was breathing harder as her kisses cascaded downward to the top of my chest.
Slowly but surely she dragged her finger down the length of my torso as she covered up the trail gently with kiss after soft kiss. I inhaled sharply as she reached my bra line and paused to make sure a hickey was left there before proceeding. She continued downward until she reached my stomach, at which point she made light kisses over to my left hip bone, which happened to be very visible on the surface of my body.
She bit gently on it and I arched irresistibly, moaning softly at her touch. She knew that I also loved attention on my hips, which were the most prominent part of my body. I felt her trace kisses to my opposite hip, and repeat the same moan-inducing process. I was all hers.
And then, all of a sudden, I felt nothing. She had stopped, and sat up on top of me, looking down expectantly. My head tilted back to its natural position and I looked up at her. I was just about to question what she was doing when a broad smile spread across her lips. She was up to something. She was always up to something when she smiled like that.
After a few moments, in a movement that was almost smug, she moved herself promptly off of me, and then the bed. I stared. Oh no, I thought. What did I do? She's going to make me... My thought was never finished. At the sound of her voice all my attention focused acutely on her command. "Get up." I sat up slowly and stared into the dark. I couldn't see her, but only followed the sound of her imperative voice. "Come over here."
As if in a trance, I lifted myself out of the warmth of the bed and wandered aimlessly to the sound of her voice. I felt her arms catch my wrists firmly as I fumbled through the dark to find her hold. She pushed my wrists down in a motion that commanded me to kneel. I did so.
Again, I heard her chuckle. Even though I could barely see her in the dark, I knew that she still had that smug grin on her face that meant she had a plan she was going to enact whether I liked it or not.
Her voice broke the silence. "Beg for me, pet." With a fervent blush I looked upward to the sound. "What?" She smiled. "You heard me. Beg. If you have any hope for me to continue at all, you will beg." I sighed knowingly and paused for a moment.
Cringing I replied desperately, "Please..." I could tell by the tension in the silence that she wanted more. Much more. "What's my name?" she growled. I shivered. "Mistress," I corrected myself. "Please, mistress..."
She interrupted me. "Please what?" I began again. "Please... Come back to bed with me...I have been good." I could practically see the wide grin. "I will be the judge of that, thank you, but... yes, you have."
I sighed again. "Mistress, please come back, I will be even more well-behaved... I'm getting cold again, mistress..." She heard my plea and stopped me with a touch of her hand. "Are you?" She felt my slowly-chilling fingertips. "You are," she noted. "Very well. Good girl." I winced at the name. "Stand up," came the command.
I stumbled to my feet awkwardly. I felt her hands on my shoulders guiding me, I was walking backwards as we made return to the bed. Suddenly, in a rapid movement I was forcibly pushed up against the wall parallel to the bed. Oh shit, I thought. She's got me good.
With a surprised noise I felt the hard surface of the wall thud against my back. She held my wrists firmly against the wall, and pinned my shoulders with her elbows. There was no stopping her now. Before I could respond I felt her kiss my neck deeply, and my head shot back with a choked moan. She had me right where she wanted me - she knew all too well that pushing me against a wall was also a big turn-on.
Her kisses continued, more passionately this time, and trailed all over my neck as I struggled to resist under her grip. I moaned again, and she smiled behind her kisses as she bit down hard at my pulse, and then the side of my neck. "M-Mistress..." I spluttered faintly from my distant mind. She slowed. "Yes... pet?" I whimpered at the call and squirmed. She was not going to let go anytime soon. "I... I..." My words were overcome by another moan that erupted from my body as she kissed my neck deeply again.
She ripped me from the wall in a swift motion and flung my limp body back onto the bed. I rolled onto one side and moaned, still reeling from the sensation. I felt her join me and her arms clasped around my own as I hugged myself. She squeezed me tighter. I heard her whisper gently, "I am tired, pet. You have been a good girl tonight." I whimpered in response. She whispered huskily behind me, "Goodnight...pet." I blushed for the final time that night. The queen had ruled me tonight. Eventually I relaxed into her arms, and both of us fell asleep, dreaming of more nights to come.
