Master and Servant.
A/N: PLEASE READ BEFORE PROCEEDING TO THE STORY! So hello, hi, greetings! I'll make this short for y'all. I've been a little (okay A LOT) out of shape with my "literary works" lately. I've been busy doing...err other stuff and even though I have been practicing with writing new FFs and whatnot and could barely appear fully determined and bring them to an end. I am now back with a fully new, yet a little too mainstream (I'd say) and unexpected (from me) fandom and I am on A ROLL. This is a test one shot. just to see and get reviews on whether I got the characters right and down on paper (well more like digital paper) correctly, I have MANY more ideas circling around the adventurous world of Fifty Shades coming up if you guys actually appreciate this piece. So go ahead and review review REVIEW, it's cruuuuucial! I'm OUT!
I've always known I deserved a leader. Claiming me, holding on to my Inner Goddess' delicate pale ankles and dragging her along the rocky surface of your past did the trick. My lost, tortured, grey eyed little miracle of a boy. Sir Christian Grey. Master.
I gave into your warm embrace of sweet, sweet pain. Pain that barks but does not bite too often. My punishments are necessary, I know. When I feel the throbbing and very familiar sting or your palm on my behind, knowing how blood flow cripples and spreads across smooth skin, scarring it, warning me of my deeds that do not please you. I'm being trained like a guard dog.
Falling to my knees like Leila and the other 14, I bow to Master. A submissive in her true habitat, my purpose in this world, I've figured is no more than to be dominated. All my worries, the shakes of panic, anxiety, the over flooding stress, replaced by the intoxicating aftershocks of a groundbreaking orgasm as my helpless body answers your imperious orders.
I look into your copper colored eyes, an abyss filled with pleasure and something much darker. You finish, wrapping your arms oh so tight around my back, stabilizing me, marking me with your heady juices. I shall never be used by anybody else. Mr. Grey, dear: my one and only source of bliss entwined with the sweet desire to endure pain. I acknowledge very well now, you need this, my poor poor Fifty Shades. I've always had my life more or less figured out, I have not been scarred, neglected, thrown away down a deep, dark well. But you, my Lord, my Shrine, beloved Owner...your journey through life has been a never ending labyrinth. Pandora's box.
I am more than pleased to perceive that I will always be the one and only thing to fulfill your deepest desires. I want to hear you say those words; "You are mine" over and over again. As we make caramelized vanilla sex on your praised king-suite of a room. As we dance through the hallways of your enormous penthouse. Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald and various cherished tunes echo in our ears. As you fuck me, hard, whips and chains in the treasured "Red Room of Pain" .
You treat me like a dog
Get me down on my knees
We call it master and servant
It's a lot like life
This play between the sheets
With you on top and me underneath
Forget all about equality
Let's play master and servant.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FIFTY SHADES NOR THE SONG: MASTER AND SERVANT, CREDITS GO TO E.L. JAMES AND NOUVELLE VAGUE.