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Possession
By diva_affairs
~ “It’s an emotional thing.
It’s as much of a physical fuck as it is a mental fuck.
It has to have that duality to be a hundred per cent.
Otherwise it’s really not worth it.” ~
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The note he had left on her front door was doubtlessly able to curdle her blood. Although it only consisted of some words furiously scribbled down, his commanding tone was almost audible through the paper.
Each and every muscle in her body was tensed up as she rang his doorbell. Nervously she fumbled with the sleeve of her grey shirtdress and thought about how utterly pathetic she was. She had sworn herself never to return to this doorstep and there she was, yet again. She had spent the last hours contemplating her options, but had come to the conclusion that she had to do this properly. So when the twilight had dawned she’d slipped on a plain shirtdress and hurried to him.
The buzzer subtly opened the door, but she hesitated, taking baby steps inside. Immediately she found herself engulfed by absolute darkness. It intimidated her and the words she had prepared to throw at him were brusquely pushed off her mind, replaced by sheer uncertainty.
“Derrick?” she asked into the blackness and noticed the slight tremor in her fear-
A creaking sound from upstairs awakened her senses. Her breathing pace increased noticeably when she felt his masculine presence in the house. Still, she attempted to inhale deeply and calmly, for she did not want him to see her inner frailty straight away.
Slowly and carefully she made her way to the stairs and climbed them, entering his bureau. She had just laid her hand on the light switch when she heard the sound once again. She froze, and let her hand sink to her side. A shadow was blurrily outlined against the dim moonlight that seeped through the curtains.
She overstepped the threshold and instantly she knew her every attempt of keeping
her self-
She swallowed hard and lowered her head to escape his fierce glance. Thus far he
had not uttered a word aimed at her, so she silently stood before him for what felt
like eternity, yet it couldn’t have been more than some minutes. The silence in the
room lingered above the two of them and managed to freeze the atmosphere ever further.
The tension was almost palpable, and it stretched its bony hands towards her, choking
her until she couldn’t breathe normally anymore. Her in-
Even though she was unsure of the capacity her voice held, she decided to give herself a try at explaining.
“Listen, I know your ego is hurt and all, but I really don’t-
“Don’t dare to say another word. I did not tell you I wanted you to speak, so you keep quiet unless you are told otherwise.” Inwardly she was raging with hellfire, nevertheless she nodded her head in understanding.
Eventually he slid out of his chair and slowly, almost cautiously stepped closer
to her. His posture was casual, practically oozing self-
For some moments she silently listened to the regularity of his exhalation. He breathed rather even, and she hoped that this was not one of his tricks to give her a fake sense of security.
He circled her halfway until he stood behind her. His body warmth oozed into her and for a second she had to suppress the urge to lean into him. When he brushed her hair to the side to expose her neck to him, lightly tracing his fingertips along her skin in the process, she couldn’t help but sigh out at his touch. Although she couldn’t see him from this position, she was certain he was smiling.
“Giving in so easily, are we?” His voice had that luring edge that she despised so much, because her body would always respond to it and tickle with excitement.
Promptly he fisted his hand into her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her
head back. A tingle crept over her scalp and she got up on her tippy-
“No matter how hard you try to fight it, you’ll always be mine.” he whispered into her ear contemptuously, enjoying how she tensed up in utmost defiance. He knew he was pushing it and he had to be careful how far he would take it.
All of a sudden he loosened his grip and hustled her away from him. She swivelled
around, clinging to the rest of self-
“No, I’m not. It’s over. I want to live my own life; I’m fed up of your demands.” Whilst she spoke he took tiny steps towards her and she reacted by backing away until she felt the wall in her back. He brought his both arms up to rest on the wall of either side of her face. That way he caged her between his body and the wall so she had absolutely nowhere to escape. His muscled body pinned her against the cold stone wall, trapping her body and mind.
His sudden dry laugh was like a punch in the gut for her. “So, you’re claiming that you aren’t excited? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes, you don’t affect me anymore.” It was a blatant lie, and both of them knew it. The wetness was already seeping its way between her pussy lips and a faint tingle in her belly reminded her of her most primal needs that she so desperately tried to repress.
Without further ado he slipped his hand between her legs (he knew from experience
that she normally didn’t like wearing underwear) and slid it up her thigh. She tried
to wiggle out of his grip, but right then he plunged two fingers deep inside her.
She groaned out and squirmed under his touch. Her pussy walls had been semi-
“Tell me again that I don’t affect you.”
She remained silent, defiantly staring at him. His forefinger found her mouth and he traced the outlines of her pouty lips, leaving them wet with the liquid proof of her lust.
“You are nothing but a horny little slut.” he spat out and both his dismissive tone and the profanity he’d called her made her flinch in shock. “How dare you…” She didn’t know what to say and fell silent, lowering her eyes to the floor. Swallowing once, twice, she tried to get rid of the lump in her throat, but it was futile.
“Come on then, convince me that you aren’t. Show me that you are a good girl. Tell me.” He waited some seconds, all the time staring intently at her. His hand cradled her inner thigh, making it impossible for her to think, let alone speak a word. She feared that if she opened her mouth now, she would beg him to fuck her mercilessly.
“That’s what I thought.” He grabbed her and effortlessly threw her over his shoulder to carry her to the bedroom. Once there, he let her down and manoeuvred her to stand in the middle of the room. He grabbed the hem of her dress and roughly pulled it over her head, leaving her stark naked. She had to fight the urge to cover herself with her arms when he circled her to look his fill. His eyes burnt into her skin as he examined her from head to toe, nodding approvingly in the process. Her body was aching with desire and she feared that if he touched her in any way, no matter where, she would come on the spot.
When he returned to his position before her, he took a minute to marvel at the sight she offered. The soft moonlight streamed through the drapes and waved upon her skin, tinting her frame a milky blue. Due to the darkness in the room he wasn’t able to make out more of her than a fine silhouette. His eyes travelled over the cascade of hair that curled down her shoulders, to her firm breasts, the flatness of her tummy and down to the curve of her hips.
She felt his lustful gaze upon her, leaving burning imprints on her skin, and a tingle of arousal crept down her spine and gathered in her abdomen.
“Come closer.” He motioned for her to stand right before him and waited until her wobbly legs would carry her towards him. A light breeze came from the slightly opened window and she caught a whiff of his scent; a heavy mixture of cologne and natural aroused male.
He grabbed her upper arm tightly, almost painfully, and spun her around so that her back was pressed against his chest. When he was sure that she would stay in place he let his hands roam about her body. Cupping the curves of her breasts and grazing her sensitive nipples with his palms, he noticed how they stood proudly under his touch.
“I see how totally unaffected you are.” he teased, but in his voice was not the slightest tone of cockiness. “Admit it, you are hot and wet and waiting to be fucked.”
She vehemently shook her head. She wanted to be independent so desperately, yet she felt how her clit began throbbing with unheard want. She needed him, but she needed her freedom even more.
His fingers pinched her nipples until she lowly moaned out, proving her wrong. “You don’t have to wear my collar to belong to me. I know that you do, no matter what.” A rough tinge of possession had mingled into his speech.
His hands hadn’t yet left her, so he dug his fingernails into her skin and trailed them along her stomach and down her thighs, watching in amazement how she shuddered in his arms.
Relentlessly he tormented her by brushing her hair to the side so he could assault her neck with his mouth. His lips nibbled around the soft skin of her neck and shoulder, up to her pulse point. He felt her fast heartbeat beneath his lips and couldn’t help but smirk at her involuntary body reactions to him.
With his tongue he trailed a line to her ear and his hot breath on the wet skin created goose bumps on her forearms. “No, please stop…” she whispered almost inaudibly and tilted her head to give him better access. He loved the fact that she never managed to suppress her most primal needs, although she tried her best to cover them from him.
He found the special spot just behind her ear and gently sucked on it, driving her to madness. He used her body against her and she could do nothing about it but accept her fate.
“I… hate what you do to me.” He bit on her neck and she cried out in agonized pleasure.
“I know, but your body loves it and I ought to give it what it deserves.”
He showed no mercy, not even when her knees gave way and he had to grab her hips to hold her up. His mouth wandered about her skin, hungrily sucking and biting on her like a famished vampire in need for blood. He bit her earlobe, licked her throat and nipped at her neck, all the little things that would always turn her on, no matter how hard she tried to remain unaffected.
“Go to hell” she mumbled, right before another moan escaped her lips.
He chuckled in amusement. It was even more fun watching her struggle than seeing
her surrender. “I will probably, sooner or later. But for now-
Slowly he leaned down until their faces were only inches apart. He noticed how she craned her neck and closed her eyes when his hot breath floated over her face. He inwardly counted to ten before gently cupping her face and then he captured her mouth. It was not much more than a light brush of lips against lips, but he lingered there, barely touching hers at all. After a moment’s hesitation she opened her mouth, so he could slip his tongue inside. Exploring her velvety sweet inside, he let his piercing run along her tongue, tickling her. She responded immediately, accepting his skilled tongue to slide along her own. Every so gently he nipped at her lower lip and sucked it into his mouth to bite it. A moan escaped her mouth and entered his as she breathed “Fucker” to him. She felt the corners of his lips curl into a mischievous smile around her own.
He broke the kiss and, with a sharp yank at her hair, pulled back from her, holding
her at arms’ length. Sceptically he raised an eyebrow at her. He wanted to max it
out. “So? You know what a whore like you has to do now. What are you waiting for?”
She shrugged somewhat non-
The slap to her face caught her off guard, and she stumbled and faltered. Fortunately she was able to grab the bedpost not to fall over. Her sight was blurred and for some moments the world around her was spinning.
“I fucking hate you.” she seethed full of hatred and felt her stinging cheek. And regardless how many times she had said that before, this was the first time she really meant it.
“You want to be left alone? Fine then.” Without another look he turned on his heel and headed for the door. He had just grabbed the handle when a soft murmur fluttered to his ears.
“Don’t go.” A sudden wave of compelling fear overtook her. No matter how much she hated him and his sleazy ways of betraying her body… she needed him. More than she needed her next breath. She was nothing without him. “Don’t go.”
It wasn’t more than a subtle breath of air, but it was unmistakably her pleading voice. He turned around, but stayed where he was; the door knob still tightly clutched.
Ever so gracefully she sank to the ground, lowering herself to her knees. Her hands were locked behind her back, her eyes fixed to the ground. “Please.”
Hesitantly he approached her and crouched down in front of her. His palm grazed over
her cheek, feeling the heat of is hand imprint. Tipping her chin up, he searched
for any glimpse of uncertainty, but the light green only reflected total surrender.
Her pupils were dilated as she blinked at him with lust-
Without having to be encouraged she grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged at it, indicating for him to take it off. When she undid his belt and zipper with mechanical motions he knew there was no going back. She was his.
She dragged the jeans down his muscular legs and inhaled an audible gasp at the sight of him. From her kneeling position he had even more of an imposing effect on her and she felt slightly intimidated, a perception she was familiar with.
A burning feeling behind her eyelids painfully reminded her of the numerous hours she had spent curled up in her bed after he had closed the door behind him whenever he had paid her a visit. Every single goddamn time. She blinked a few times, a futile attempt to impede the tears that threatened to roll down her cheeks.
He watched her silently, gave her enough time to pull herself together, and then extended his hand to her. “Change of plan.”
Slowly, so that she could observe his every move, he bent down and slipped the brown leather belt through the loops of his jeans.
She panicked slightly. Her palms started sweating and she felt her heart skip a beat or two, then continue beating at a hasty gallop. “Please, Master…” Her voice was trembling as she desperately tried begging her way out.
His left eyebrow shot up in disbelief. “Oh, first you want me to fuck off and now I am Master again? You need to make up your mind, bitch. Maybe this’ll help you.”
Like a deer in the headlight she stood motionless and full of shock when he deliberately got back up and clasped the belt around her neck. With the end of it slung around his hand he controlled how tight it was and with a short tug she felt the metal fillet of the buckle bite into her skin. He delicately pressed her throat with a twitch of his wrist and she couldn’t breathe properly anymore. Closer and closer he stepped towards her, until their noses almost touched. The leather was digging into her flesh, cutting her airway. Her lips began to tremble and her nose twitched, but no sound escaped her mouth.
The belt was too tight. She heard the drumming pulse of her own blood in her ears and her eyelids fluttered involuntarily. Eventually she closed her eyes, seeing no other way to stay conscious. Just as she felt that weightless fluffy feeling in her tummy as she danced along the edge of consciousness he loosened the grip on the belt and permitted her to breathe freely again. Still, he didn’t unfasten it yet, but let it hang between her breasts, always having the possibility to tighten once more if he saw fit.
There she had her collar.
He lifted his hand and she flinched noticeably, but all he did was push a strand of her hair behind her ear. When withdrawing it, he traced along her face, brushing her lips with his thumb. He inched closer towards her, their lips almost made contact so she leaned forward to kiss him. His hand shot around her throat and kept her on close distance.
“A minute ago you didn’t want me to kiss you, remember? I don’t think you deserve that yet.”
Teasingly he tugged at the end of the belt loosely draped around her neck.
The first tear of the night welled up in the corner of her eye and streamed down her cheek without her being able to impede it. With his index finger under her chin he restrained her from lowering her head, but relentlessly forced her to look him right in the eye.
Ever so softly he wiped the wet trace away. “Don’t escape my gaze. Don’t try to hide from me, you know that won’t work.” The softness of his voice made another tear find its way down her face. “Your mind tells you to be cautious, but your body will always give in to me.”
He leaned closer and whispered to her with his rich baritone voice. “And there isn’t a thing you can do about it.”
Her vision swam in front of her eyes. She wanted to object, scream at him, punch him, run away from him, anything. But all she could do was stand there and sob silently.
Wordlessly he removed the belt from her neck and drew her closer. “No other man can make your pussy ache the way it does right now; no other man could ever be the reason for your sleepless nights. No one else drives you mad the way I do, no one else knows to play your body like I do. No one else will ever be able to possess you – only I do.”
Whilst he quietly murmured those words to her he guided her backwards. She felt weirdly transfixed. “No. No, you’re wrong. You must be wrong.” Her words were just below a whisper.
“If I’m wrong then why are you still here? You’re free to go if you want to be independent. There’s the door.”
The edge of the bed pressed to the hollow of her knees as he blocked her way, but then he stepped aside to let her pass. His eyes challenged her.
“Go.” he hissed lowly. “Go and you’re free.” Her eyes grew wider, the gears of contemplation rattled in her head and her gaze scampered between him and the door. Eventually she lowered herself onto the mattress.
He was on her in no time, pressing her down with his weight, so she lay flat on the
bed. His semi-
Briefly he closed is eyes when she played with his nipple ring and raked her nails over his shoulder. The tongue of his dragon licked at her fingertips as he leaned down to crush his mouth on hers. He forced the kiss upon her, but soon she found herself helpless against his ministrations.
Eventually he broke the kiss and rolled himself to the side, now lying next to her. He angled her leg so that her left calf was slung over his thigh. Her ribcage heaved and sunk in a fast, uneven rhythm.
“Open your mouth.” he ordered and slipped his fingers inside to wet them. He pushed her legs even further apart and glided his hand to her pussy. Softly he stroked over her outer lips, barely touching them at all. He let his hand travel the length of her slit once without parting her lips. Still, that tiny caress made her buck her hips notably into his hand, but he retreated his hand slightly and kept stroking over her already swollen pink lips.
Then he spread them gently and slipped his fingers into her velvet wetness, feeling the heat of her lust dribble onto his fingertips. Softly, much too softly, he nudged at her entrance to probe her, but never quite entered her. His fingers were coated in her juices and he used that natural lubrication to tease her little bud atop of her opening.
Throwing her head back she tried to repress the curses that were sleeping on her tongue. He drew lazy circles around her clit, avoiding all kind of direct contact that would have doubtlessly sent her over the edge within a millisecond.
She started to whimper helplessly at his touches, silently begging for release. In return his finger began rubbing her little bud with just enough skill and pressure to keep her on the brink of orgasm.
Her eyes were tightly shut, so she could only feel the mattress shift when he slid down the length of her body. “Open your legs for me.” he pleaded, but she hesitated for a moment, then allowed her legs to part in the protecting blanket of the shadiness.
The smell of female arousal filled his nostrils, heavy and sweet and ultimately intoxicating. Her pussy spread a little and revealed the juicy flesh of her passage. He was utterly fascinated how fast her body reacted when he saw the beads of arousal slowly seeping down her thighs in sticky rills. His index and middle finger found her wet slit and nudged gently, testing her willingness. He hadn’t yet entered her however, and that was frustrating her immensely.
“Please… I need it… God, please!” Her skin was coated with a fine layer of perspiration and she wiggled beneath his teasing fingertips in a futile attempt to bring him closer. Promptly he recoiled his hand, making her cry out in agony. At last though he showed some mercy and pushed his fingers through her inner lips, entering her slippery pussy.
He took his time, enjoying seeing the growing despair that spread in her face. When
finally they were buried fully inside her he curled them in a ‘come hither’ motion.
Her face grimaced in surprise as his fingertips flickered against her g-
His tongue found her clit, the tip pressing firmly onto the erect button. Frantically she grabbed the sheet to keep herself from raking her nails deeply into his back and tossed her head into the pillows.
His tongue flicked over her nub, causing his piercing to slip beneath the hood of
her swollen clit and apply well-
“Please…” She recognized that her breathing speed had increased immensely, adding
an edge of despair to her plea. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to gain strength,
but a forceful thrust against her g-
He grinned into her pussy. Her inner walls squeezed his fingers and he knew she tried to make herself cum. Immediately he slowed down, finger fucking her at a maddening pace.
Her abdominal muscles began quivering, indicating how really close she was. Restlessly she writhed beneath him, causing him trouble to keep her pinned down. “May I come? God, may I finally cum?”
He contemplated giving her the benefit of release, but decided that it wasn’t quite
the right time yet. Withdrawing his fingers, he slipped them into her slightly opened
mouth, making her taste her own heady lust. A kitten-
“Why do you torment me like that?” Some messy strands of her hair had fallen onto her face, hiding the sorrow in her eyes.
Softly he stroked the damp curls behind her ear and caught her gaze. She looked improbably vulnerable.
“Because this is what you want. Because-
Effectively he shut her up by clasping his hand around her throat and tightening slowly until her cries were muffled and eventually died away. Cautiously he loosened his grip, but remained his fingers securely around her neck.
“You could have gone earlier. You threw the collar away; you told me you wanted your freedom…” In total shame she turned her head to the side, finding herself unable to look him in the eyes for as long as another second.
Forcefully he grabbed her chin and turned her head back to him. “Why, then, are you still here?”
The burning knot of lust in her stomach threatened to explode and her heartbeat was as fast as a drum. Every fibre of her being was reluctant, her tongue felt heavy, her lips wouldn’t move to allow her to speak. When she had collected all of her strength her voice was weaker than she thought possible.
“Because I need it.”
Gently he stroked over her face, rewarding her honesty. “Say that again.”
She hesitated for some seconds, then murmured. “I need it. I need the torture. I need the release. I need you.”
“Tell me what you are.” She sighed out, this was one of his favourite games. He would break her, eventually make her face her inner mirror, making her say all those things she never wanted to confess to anyone. “What are you?”
“I’m your whore.” He shook his head subtly, he was aiming for something else. “No, tell me what you are. And why you are here.”
“I’m your slave, and I’m here because you are my Master. I need you.”
A devilishly sadistic force broke free within him and he couldn’t help but tease her further. “You mean you want me.” he corrected her, scolding softly.
“NO!” she exclaimed, shocked, puzzled at how shrill her voice sounded. “No, I don’t want you.” She paused; her eyes met his and sought for something. A glimpse of disapproval? Anger? She found none, except for that deep reassuring blue that told her she didn’t need to lie. “But I need you.”
Subtly he shifted between her legs and his dick found her wet centre almost as if it was gravitated. She gave no resistance when he moved forward slightly, the tip of his erection snugly parted her lips, but he rested there.
“Please” she whispered, spilling that word out of her mouth, over and over again. “Please, please… Please” Numerous times. Hooded eyes told that her heart had defeated her mind.
“Ssshh…” His mouth closed over hers. “Who are you?”
“I’m your slave. I’m your slut. I’m your.” He sank into her inch by inch by painfully slow inch. “And you are mine.”
Wriggling beneath him, he struggled to embrace her, but somehow managed to lock her in his arms. Holding himself still was an almost unaccomplishable task, but he fought his own throbbing need. Her walls stretched to adapt to him and then the satin tunnel wrapped around him tantalizingly tight.
Carefully, as if he was afraid he would break and shatter her, he rocked his hips, entering her even deeper, burying himself in her to the hilt and then some. She felt his cock hit her cervix and dug her nails into his back.
“Oh God, don’t stop.” She bucked her hips to meet his thrusts. She felt how control slowly slipped from her and then he put his hand around her throat again, simulating the safe hold of a collar.
Her dazed facial expression enforced him. He slammed into her, again and again, completely lost in his overwhelming need to find release.
She tightened her inner muscles around him, massaging his pulsating cock. Her head threw back, exposing her throat to him. She gave all of herself to him, to do with as he pleased, and gained even more in return. She felt utterly helpless and yet, a strange feeling of overpowering strength flushed her veins.
Low groans freed lose from his throat. He withdrew from her until only the very tip of his dick remained inside of her and then slid back home in one fluid motion. Their rhythm increased speed and force, he thrust into her almost brutally, but he didn’t care. All was focused on that aching need inside of him that demanded attention. He had to come, regardless if he made her come first. His most primal and ruthless want drove him into her pussy incredibly hard.
Just when his orgasm built he felt the distinctive twitch of her walls that elicited a delicate moan from him. She cried out, and came. Her body shuddered in exquisite tremors and her walls practically milked his cock as she spasmed violently in his arms.
When he pumped his hot seed into her, she came. Afraid to waken the whole block, she held her breath until dark red dots sprinkled in her sight.
When the last twitches of his cock jerked the remaining drops of cum out of him, she came. Her fists pound into the mattress, her jaw locked and her legs shivered heavily.
And when his neck quivered and he balled his hands into fists, the manicured nails digging into his palms, she still came. Softly he touched her face, the fingertips brushing over her lips. They were a faint blue. “Breathe, baby. Relax, Take a deep breath.” Hungrily she inhaled as much air as would fit in her lungs and collapsed into his embrace.
Carefully he pulled out of her. “Don’t go. Please, don’t go. I need you.” The audible fear in her tone almost broke his heart.
“Ssshh, I’m right here. Feel me, I’m right here.” He took her hands, put them on his chest, let her feel his rapid heartbeat.
Soft beads of sweat ran down her body, forming between the mounds of her breasts.
Reluctantly she blinked a few times and looked at him. His eyes smiled down on her,
his most beloved treasure. Then rolled onto his back right next to her, and indulged
in the post-
With one hand she reached around him, fetching her tousled dress from the floor. She retrieved something from the small outer pocket, but he didn’t bother to lift his head and look.
“Please…?” To her question he did open his eyes, catching a glimpse of shiny silver and polished leather. “Please collar me, Master. Take me as the slave that I am, to be at your will. To give pleasure as it is my first and foremost priority. And to gain pleasure in this as well. If you deem me worthy.” she added lowly and lowered her eyes.
He noticed the tremble of his fingers as he took the item, and so did she. Slowly she brushed her hair to the side, exposing her delicate neck to him. Slowly she leaned down. And oh so slowly he clasped the collar back where it belonged, feeling it adjust around her warm throat.
It would serve as a symbol for her power over him and his devotion to her.
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One half of me is yours, the other half yours-
Mine own, I would say; but if mine,
then yours,
And so all yours!
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice, 3.2
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