Hi. Since my brain never stops, I have about fifty plot bunnies in my head as we speak. I hadn't planned on doing this but if I didn't let one of them out, my head was going to explode. Seriously, its ridiculous. Anyway, here is chapter one. Hope you enjoy it.
"~*****~"
Holding the pen, I force my hand to stay steady, unwilling to give him any indication that I am unsure about this. I'm not unsure, not in the least, I'm simply...nervous. Though he must know that, he knows me better than I know myself. He must have anticipated some type of anxious behavior from me. After all, this is a big step, something bigger than any other contract we've signed.
So, yes, I'm fucking nervous, but I know I want to do this. Not only for him, but to prove that I can, to show him that I am willing and want to be everything he could ever desire. I am his. This will be my truest act of submission to date, and I can't wait to make him proud.
Taking a deep breath, I scribble my name across the line, right next to his, and I feel the curl of pleasure in the pit of my stomach as his ownership of me hits me forcefully with the final swipe of the pen. It's done. There is no backing out, only my designated safe words can get me out of it, and I plan to do everything in my power to keep those words from my mind.
I set down the pen and slide the paper to him once more, knowing that he'll want to see my name there; proof that this is really happening. The moment his eyes slide across my signature, he lets out a sigh of relief even as his posture goes rigid. His hands are shaking now as well, not for the same reason as mine, but from restraint. He wants to take me so badly. I can see it in the way his fists are clenching repeatedly and the row of perfect teeth digging into his full bottom lip. Dark eyes gaze into mine, heated and passionate, full of so many emotions, though the strongest is definitely possession.
"Thank you," he says in a rough, husky whisper.
Instead of answering, I decide that I don't want him to restrain himself, I want him to have me, to use me for his pleasure. I slip from the chair and onto my knees beside him, dropping my head as I cross my arms behind my back. Surely he can see the outline of my throbbing cock through my jeans, I've been hard since I sat down at the table and I try my damnedest to commit the feeling to memory. It will be so long before I feel it again.
A feral growl rips from him before he's pushing back from the table, ignoring the overturned chair as he grips my biceps and pulls me upward. Smashing his lips to my mine, I open wide, allowing him to fuck my mouth with his tongue, to dominate whatever part of my body he wishes. God, it's so fucking good. The length of his body is molding with mine and I'm unable to hold back my loud moan when he thrusts into me, shoving his thick cock into my pulsing erection.
When his fingers tangle into my hair, I snap my hips forward one last time, knowing that he's about to push me away. Yanking my head back, he slips his knee between my legs and nudges against my cock so roughly that I whimper in pain, which only makes him grin as he pants into my mouth.
"This will be your last orgasm for an entire year, boy. I suggest you make it a good one."
"~*****~"
As of right now, I don't have an updating schedule. But since the chapters are drabble-esque, it should be pretty regular. Warning: this will be all smut. Surprise, surprise right? Unlike last time, I will do whatever I can to answer back to every review, though my time is ridiculously limited. Stupid kids.