A/N: Before you began reading I would like to say that this story is not for everyone so heed the Rated M labeling, because if lemons make you uncomfortable this story isn't for you. Read and Enjoy!
"It's hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That's part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can't refuse anything and can't even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel."
Cherise Sinclair
Prologue
Kneeling. Knees pressed into the ground, back straight, face down, breathing even. She sat in silence and waited. Heart fluttering and pounding with any shift of weight she heard from the other side of the room. The side where she was forbidden to look. The side where her Master waited. If she listened hard enough between the furious poundings of her own heart beats she could hear his breath. Strong, confident, and purposeful.
She contemplates what lead her to this position, rather this predicament, that she found herself in. Forbidden to rest her eyes on her Master while he refused to come closer refused to put his hands on her until she relented. It's her fault, she knows this yet she remains steadfast and unshakable in her will to remain strong. Yet, she can feel herself breaking, his stare penetrating her very being, his disappointment so palpable in the air that it hurts her to breathe, and yet she remains, until his strong voice breaks the silence.
"Are you finished", he questions and his voice shakes her to her bones because she knows he's demanding her rather than asking.
She doesn't answer because he hasn't permitted her to speak but she nods her head slightly in agreement.
He steps closer to her kneeling form and her body visibly shivers from his proximity. He comes impossibly closer until his all she can see are his bare feet directly in front of her. His hand comes to rest on her head and he softly strokes down her face leaving chills in his wake until he grabs her chin and forces her head up to look at him.
"Are you sorry", he asks unnecessarily because he can see the guilt swimming in her dark brown eyes but he wants her acknowledgement.
She says nothing trying to hold onto her last shred of independence. Her eyes shift from side to side as she refuses to look at him. His grip on her jaw forcibly tightens and her eyes immediately snap back to meet his gaze.
"Are you sorry", he demands again his eyes full of steel.
Her bottom lip quivers as her will begins to deteriorate and she inches closer and closer to begging for his forgiveness.
She nods her head profusely shaking his hand that's still attached to her chin. He removes his hand, erects his back and clasps his hands behind himself.
"Do you think you deserve my forgiveness little girl?"
She flinches at the name. He's angry, she knows that but she hates those words, the connotation reminding her of unpleasant experiences. He knows this yet still expects her to respond to the degradation. She wets her lips and prepares an answer. The answer she knows her Master wants to hear.
"I deserve whatever my Master wishes to give me," and with that sentence she releases the shackles that were fighting her to remain in control and settles into the right frame of mind. The appropriate frame of mind. The mind that tells her everything will be okay as long as she listens to her Master.
He lifts his head and settles his eyes on a spot above her in obvious contemplation but he never looses his air of certainty. As if he already knows what he's going to do, as if he's already planned his every move.
"Please me" he says and she immediately moves to appease him.
She leans down and places a kiss on both of his feet in silent worship and gratitude for this allowance. She sits back up and uses her teeth to unzip his pants. His cock falls through the slight opening and she whimpers in hunger eyeing the appendage with lust filled eyes. Since her Master did not give her permission to use her hands she doesn't, instead she wraps them around the backs of his thighs and uses her tongue to guide his cock into the warmth of her mouth. She does her very best to please him putting all of her effort into giving her Master the best of her self. She settles him into the back of her throat and swallows a few times knowing this is something her Master enjoys. His grunts and the grasping of his hands into her hair lets her know she's indeed earning his forgiveness. She drags her tongue along the ridges of his precious cock and sticks her tongue into the slit on the head. He grasps her hair tighter his nails sinking into her scalp and she relishes in the pain moaning around his length.
"Swallow everything I give you", he grunts out through his teeth as if she would even consider wasting her Master's release.
She relaxes her throat in silent approval of his oncoming pleasure and when he comes she revels in finally tasting her Master once more before swallowing everything he offers her. She licks his length clean before quickly placing him back in his pants and reclining back on her heels in her previous position once more.
"I had plans tonight to worship you", he began "To lather you with a pleasure so intense you wouldn't be able to scream anything but my name but now I'm not so sure you're in the right place to receive that kind of gift".
She wants to reassure him that she is, that she'd always be in a place to accept anything he wanted to offer, but interrupting her master would only anger him further so she tightly pressed her lips together and listened to him speak.
"So it seems I'll have to adapt my plans according to your insolent behavior". He hisses the words out at her and watches as she shrinks into herself with the realization that she's failed her Master.
"Be calm my little one", he states "You may still enjoy what comes next", and she can hear the grin is his voice as he opens the chest that adorns the wall and pulls out several pieces that never fail to make her insides quiver.