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Slave

Chapter one – Prologue

By Memphizz


The sound of keys vigorously trying to unlock the door from the outside filtered through out the dark vacant apartment. The unlocked door swung open, hitting the nearest wall with thud and two figures joint in a passionate hot kiss emerged from the other side. Rapidly, both figures simultaneously removed their shoes and their soaked jackets without hesitation and let them fall to the cold tile floor. It was raining that night, on their night, the night they both wanted more from each other, more than a social converse and acts of innocent amorously. No, they wanted more. They craved, they yearned, they ached…

It was their night, they owned it.

The two lovers covered by the opaque darkness, the effulgent moonlight, the only luminosity exposing their features to each other. Their lips parted but only momentary, as he pushed her against the wall, pinned her against it and continued to kiss her swollen lips again, he wanted the control. She invited his tongue into her mouth and he willingly accepted her invitation without falter. The hunger for the taste, the taste of one another, the taste of forbidden fruit and the sinful pleasures that comes with its seductive reputation, like an uninhibited addiction consuming your entire being. There was no escape it; there is no antidote, no cure for its gripping dependency, just an uncontainable desire for its appeal and the way it made you feel and experience in the moment, the moment of entreaty.

Nothing could take them away from this moment.

Nothing…

His lips moved furiously against hers whilst he slowly ran his right hand from her long neck down to her small hips, digging his finger nails into her bare flesh and she moaned in pleasure, temporarily parting their lips again and continued their physical act of sinful lust and hunger. Both her hands were placed behind his head, running through his wet hair and occasionally nabbing strands between her slender fingers. His left hand caressed her soft face gently and then slowly started to creep around to the back of her neck, stretching his fingers through her hair and seized a portion of it with his hand and forcefully pulled her head back, exposing her neckline. He began kissing the sides of her neck tenderly and lightly, causing the small hairs on the back of her neck to raise and her to softly moan from the pleasurable sensation. He started to nip her skin gently with his teeth, leaving a trail of small red marks along sides of her neck and she began to scrap her freshly manicured nails against his biceps leaving her own indentations on his pale skin.

For once in their lives, everything made sense now and that nothing else in the world matter. Not runway campaigns, design deadlines, endorsement deals or the millions and millions of devoted fans. This very moment of irrepressible desire and hunger for another human beings mind and body was the only thing that truly mattered to them. How they both wished this night would not end, allowing them to lose each other in their desires and fantasies forever, uninterrupted by worldly issues of triviality. This and only this was their escape from that, to break away from life's domineering grip of immaterial unease that was sucking the live out of them like a incurable disease.

They needed to escape.

Their swollen lips joint one another again in a fervent kiss, but this time it was less vigorous and was more gentle and amorous. She slowly glided both her hands from the back of his neck down against his covered chest to his stomach, and started to unbutton his white collar long-sleeve shirt from the bottom. As she undid the last button by the collar, she gently slide off the unwanted garment from his shoulders and let the damp shirt fall to their feet, baring his toned torso. She broke their ardent kiss, looked into his absorbing eyes and bit her bottom lip as her hands started to gradually wander throughout his naked upper body, from his toned abs to his chest, over his strong shoulders and to his upper back. He did not take his eyes off her and a small smile appeared on his face; he knew she was enjoying herself which only made him want her even more.

He could not resist it anymore; he could not hold himself back.

His emotions took over is body.

He suddenly picked her up while she wrapped her arms around his neck bringing them into a heated kiss. Her short legs managed to drape around his bare waist for support and he started to make his way, with his toned arms around her, towards the direction of the apartments open kitchen, accidentally knocking over a black lamp stand on to the floor. Unperturbed by the fallen object, he had what he wanted and placed the much desired person on the kitchens counter carefully.

He stood up; his back slightly arched looking down at her slim form whilst running his right hand ran through her straight hair. The startlingly white moonlight poured through the apartment's window, the luminescent light dancing upon her youthful face. He thought to himself right then that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was so perfect. Her essences alluring and pure, like an untainted soul roaming the world, seeking refuge from humanities scourge, yearning for someone to discover its innermost desires and secrets.

From someone who also desperately yearned for some else to discover their deepest emotions.

She felt the cold exterior of the granite countertop against her covered back; she gazed up, trying to look into his shadowy eyes. She placed both her small delicate hands on his shaven face and brushed the loose strands of hair away from his eyes. It was his eyes and only his eyes that drew her to him, like an impenetrable force sucking her into the depths of the immersed ocean. But they were so ominous, full of marked sorrow and anguish. How she wished she could unravel his true emotional state and break down the unyielding wall concealing the pain he was sheltering from all he knew. But now he was an enigma to her.

A beautiful enigma.

Whilst her fingers ran through his thick mane, she wondered to herself what thoughts were flowing through his mind at that moment. She looked deeper into his sorrowful eyes, searching for the lucid answer. Was he thinking about the opening tomorrow night's?

'What are you thinking about?'

He smiled and leant forward towards her. 'Just you', he said softly and started to kiss her wet lips again.

He shifted his weight to the left allowing his right hand to glide from her right thigh up towards her covered stomach to the top of her pink blouse where it rested. He needed to see and feel her whole body. The growing urge to touch and caress her covered skin overwhelmed him and began to undo the top button of her blouse and slowly unbutton the rest of the buttons with just his right hand whilst his left hand cupped her face. She moved her hands up from his biceps to his shoulder blades, her fingertips feeling his shifting muscles. As he undid her blouses last button, he buried his face into her neck simultaneously gliding his right hand slowly back and forth along her bare stomach.

He slide his right hand behind her back and lifted her up into a seated positions, their chests pushed together and her legs spread around his waist. He began to remove her blouse, exposing her shoulders and he lightly kissed them as she ran her nails gently down his back and biting her bottom lip from the sensation. His lust and sexual desire grew when he saw her lacy bra. His hands drifted to her black bra's hooks, kissing the back of her neck he managed to undoing the two clasps with ease and slide both the straps down her arms, exposing her small breasts to him and threw the lacy undergarment on the kitchen floor. He cupped her left breast, feeling the frisson of the nipple in the center of his palm and planted a tender kiss on her right closed eye lid. He did not want to hurt, instead he only wished for her to trust him that he will not and to restore her lost luster. After all she was damage goods.

He promised.

He will not hurt her.

She could feel his warm breath against her cold skin and looked up into his eyes again as he started to caress her breast lightly. She began to slowly lie back down on the cold kitchen countertop and willingly surrender herself to him, he now controlled her body and he could do whatever he wanted, it belongs to him. She aimlessly looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes taking in all the different sensations she was feeling at that moment. She's had never felt like this before. It felt good, it felt right. It's like she spilt into a fantasy world of pure lust and pleasure, a world he ruled where he could consumed her whole being without waver, where he could make her feel loved and needed again.

What was he doing to her?

He down at his beautiful possession and ran his fingertips down from her parted lips, to her chin, down her neck, between her breasts, along her stomach to her jeans button. Feeling the small indentations of the metal button beneath his fingertips, he unfastened it, pulled down the denim jeans zipper and removed the tightly fitted garment, revealing her matching black lace panty. He felt the jaggedness of the materials surface, as his fingertips glided along the black see-through underwear with clemency. Still gripping her jeans, he let the dense item of clothing fall from his hand to his feet and looked down at her most vulnerable state with even more desire.

Without taking his eyes away from hers, he took her left foot with both his hand and started to place small kisses long the arch of her foot to the ankle and from her exposed shin to the top of her knee, along her inner thigh. She closed her eyes and arched her neck upwards letting a small pleasurable moan escape her lips. Was this really real she thought or was her head deceiving her and everything she was feeling was an illusion manifested by her mind. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled. No, it was really. Nothing could be more real than this.

On hearing her verbal delight, his sexual urge took over him and he started to kiss her stomach ravenously, simultaneously fondling her left breast with his hand. Breathing heavily, her uncontrollable moans of pleasure and submission filled the large apartment space. Her building guilt was silenced in a cresting wave of pleasure rising like a tide of ice through her, touching every nerve she had.

Her moans were suddenly obstructed by his mouth as he furiously moved his lips against her, his tongue slide into her mouth forcefully. Overcome by his hunger for her, he picked her up from the countertop and stumbled into the dark bedroom and without breaking the kiss, he lay her body down on the soft comfortable bed spread. Instantly undoing the buckle of his belt, he slide off his pants and lay on top of her, kissing her neck vigorously whilst sliding off her panties and his boxers.

Their nude bodies grinding up against each other, hot sweat seeping through their purses, both buried by their unnatural heat. He slid into her and it seemed like the most pure sensation he had felt in his life, and thoughts of anxiety and irrelevance disintegrated. Overwhelmed by sheer pleasure and pain, she dug her nails into his skin, as her loud moans echoed through out the room, her legs yielded to the weight of his body and she wrapped them around his hips.

'Say it…say you'll be mine', he whispered into her ear. 'Say it.'

She opened her eyes, she could not think.

'Say it', he repeated raising his voice slightly, as he continued to thrust into her.

Lying on top of her, paralyzed by the mixture of pleasure and pain she did not know what to say to him. A million thoughts went through her mind, but only one made sense and that she was his slave and he was her master.

She closed her eyes.

'I'm yours'.


Song Playing – 'Colorblind' by Counting Crows

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