I could feel my eyes flutter in the unrest as I struggled to settle the pacing my breath had picked up. My neck muscles pull as I toss and turn in the violent flashes of horrid memories. Just before the nightmare can take hold of me, I open my eyes with a sudden jolt before opening my eyes to a familiar space. My hand rushed beside me when I realise, she is not beside me anymore. Turning my head to the right of the bed, I notice the dishevelled sheets and ruffled pillow confirming that the warmth of body and soul was not a dream. Neither were the events of last night.
Shaking away the residual fear of the nightmare, I ground myself in the memory of what happened yesterday. The way Master had watched me embrace my pleasure before he rained it over me in his restless need to have me. How Celeste had taken the haze of emotions and thoughts and settled them with warm water and a comforting hold through the night. It all happened and, I can't lie and say it hadn't shifted some sense of understanding in myself because it did.
I knew I would find myself in his hands in any way he wished, and the conversation we had before the I succumbed to him told me that, but Celeste, well she was an unexpected but no less welcomed and desired addition to it all.
My busy thoughts are disturbed by a knock on the door, and like a gentle light, from the morning sun. She gives me a smile that lifts me from my sleep. Her bare feet were covered by the lengthy array of materials that made her dress dance around her body as she stepped further into the room. Her fingers ran through the straps on her shoulder when I noticed how she ran her hand over the space where Master had left a familiar mark.
Consciously I bring my hand up to my neck, attempting to cover them when she shakes her head "No, don't cover yourself, I never mean to make you conscious of them. I put some clothes in the bathroom for you. You can just come to the kitchen for breakfast when you are dressed. We will wait for you to finish." The soft tone and apologetic smile loosened my shoulders from their guard as I adjusted the blanket around my chest, "Thank you again. I've thanked you both a lot as of recently."
It was hard enough being the sexual envy of men who wanted nothing but your body, but between her and Master, the fear of intimacy was a concrete wall I feared breaking down, "Between you and me, Master will do what he wants for those who care for, even without the thanks. So with it, he cherishes it, and so do I. So thank you too." She told no lie there. The paid room for my mother was enough to let me know he made the choice of aid regardless of being asked, and she would soothe wounds with comfort without hesitation, "I won't be long for breakfast. I have an early morning too." Nodding at my change of topic, far too vulnerable for me to consider so early in the morning, Celeste gives a soft smile before she leaves me for my morning.
I make the bed and go on to get ready. After I finished showering, I looked in the mirror, where I see the marks on my throat and the bite on my collar bone, where Master held me and bit me. My thighs almost tighten at the memory of my body shaking and moans echoing through the room.
Running my fingers along with them, I can't help but blush at the memory of how I received them. I don't feel shame or horror at the way he held me last night. Instead, I feel flustered and satisfied at the view of my body and the feeling it carries.
Looking at them makes me realize the reason Celeste was not shy in her display of them on her body. If she got them how I did, they were marks of absolute pleasure in the remnants of passion. Nothing to be ashamed of.
The forest green two-piece was breathtaking with its sophisticated yet sensual motions of the silk material that covered my body with modesty in the high neckline. Was this why Celeste had looked at them? To ensure that what she had set out could cover the marks she would never. Silencing the onslaught of doubt, I go on and get ready. Other thanks sat on my lips as I looked at the bundles of hair platted together by Celeste, which helped to brush the curls out. When I am done getting dressed, I see that I have finished in eighteen minutes, so with that, I walk out of the room.
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Evita's Tale
Fanfiction"My submissive are power, strength, bravery, and most of all they stand beside me willing in their position. You stand as strong as you kneel. Am I clear?" His words, like vows to ourselves he builds submission, not as a position under him by the po...
