***A/N- Yes, after literally months of not writing, I decided to get off my lazy ass and continue this story. Thanks to everyone who gave me feedback, you were honestly the encouragement I needed to start writing again. From here, it gets much darker, we get some action (yay!) and some BDSM comes into play. I warned you. On a side note, does anyone know where I can find any Melkor/Sauron fic? I've only found two, two out of the entire slash universe. Hell, I'll take Sauron/anyone, or Feanor/anyone. If you recommend me any stories, I will love you forever. Now, to the story!***
Release Me From Your Hold
"Ch…choose?" I stuttered.
"Yes, choose," Sauron snapped. "I've already made myself quite clear. Your future falls upon your hands now, not mine."
"How can you say something so presumptuous?" I yelled, suddenly feeling outraged. "You are the one who's making me choose slavery or death, you are the one who locked me up in the tower, you are the one who took the Ring from me! You are calling the shots here, not me. You are in control, can I make that any more clear?" I would have continued, but I felt myself distracted with something I had never really noticed before. In this moment, I saw past the person and really noticed his silky black hair, his pale, flawless skin, his blazing red eyes now heated with aggression, passion and…something I couldn't quite place my finger on. He was a beautiful person, if only on the outside. And now, me here in his bedroom…no, I couldn't have these kinds of thoughts! Especially not about him!
"No," was all he said, interrupting my thoughts. "I am not in control. I am only providing you pathways. You ultimately decide the road you take." I pondered over that for a minute. The more I thought about it, the more I started to believe it.
"Hmm," was all I said. He must have taken that as encouragement, because he continued to speak.
"Now, I do not know what you believe Frodo, but some say there is such thing as fate. That some things are planned somehow, they happen for a reason. The paths are there but you will choose only one. This whole quest was no coincidence. Gollum was meant to be there at the end, you were not meant to complete it. The Ring was meant to be returned to its first and rightful owner."
"That's not true! I could have prevented it. My intention was of destroying the Ring in the first place."
"Ah yes, but there is no such thing as a good intention. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, I believe the saying is." I hated how his logic was always simple, and yet made perfect sense. I scowled due to my lack of a response.
"My dear Frodo," he began with a sigh, "you have so much yet to learn. You are young and naïve and I can't begin to think what I should do with you. Perhaps you need a lesson in control and discipline."
"Oh yes, great Sauron, teach me," I said with more than a touch of sarcasm. "Enlighten me."
"First lesson," he growled with sudden aggression, "you do not disrespect your Master. That's me, and that's what you will call me from now on until I am finished. Understood?" I gave him a look of incredible disbelief.
"You have to be kidding." His eyes flashed with rage.
"Does it look like I'm not serious? You still haven't chosen to accept or reject my first proposal. Just to remind you, either you give me complete servitude or death. I will give you until the end of our lesson to decide." I was silent. "Agreed?"
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My precious Frodo learns quickly. After bantering needlessly with me, he decided to accept his fate. It made me feel wonderfully powerful to have this much control over another being. He was my toy and I could play with him however I wished. Oh, the plans I had in store for him. But one could not be hasty with these kind of things, especially with one as inexperienced as himself. First, I needed his verbal consent.
"You understand what you are getting into, correct?" He nodded wordlessly. "You will experience the greatest pain and pleasure you have even imagined. Do you still wish to submit to me?" He nodded again. "You must say it."
"I willingly submit to you, Master."
"That's better. Now, since we are already here, we shall start." Without any kind of warning, I took Frodo and threw him onto my bed. The expression on his face was one of pure shock. I grinned evilly to myself and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"This is only the beginning, young Baggins. You cannot prepare yourself for what is yet to come. You are now my willing slave, and I can order you to do whatever I wish. How do you feel?"
"I feel…strangely excited," he whispered back. "I cannot describe these feelings, as they are all very new to me."
"Good, that is how you should feel, my pet. Now, just lay back and enjoy." In that moment I laid a passionate kiss to Frodo's lips. He at first did nothing but once my tongue started probing his mouth, he responded with an equal passion. How long it lasted I do not know, but we both looked at each other, breathless and our eyes clearly showed the lust we both felt. I ran my hands through his curly hair and grabbed a handful of it.
"Now you shall fully submit to me." He looked at me with those innocent blue eyes and for a moment I contemplated abandoning this whole endeavour. But my sadistic urges got the better of me and I took a bit of rope and tied his hands to each bedpost. Now he was helpless as well, which added to my desire.
"Are you scared yet?" I said with a smirk.
"No, Master Sauron, I am not."
"Well, I suppose we will have to change that then, now won't we?" I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and then ran my fingers down his chest, scratching the pale flesh with my fingernails. The red lines they left were rather beautiful. This of course was not enough pain to satisfy me so I continued by nibbling on his neck, gradually increasing to harsh bites which broke the skin. I wanted to see him cry out in pain, I wanted to see him bleed. I could feel him tremble from beneath me, fearing what I was doing to him and at the same time craving more. I went to kiss him again but this time, I clenched his bottom lip between my teeth, which resulted in a squeal of pain from him. I bit until I tasted his blood.
"Are you enjoying this, my precious slave?" I asked him.
"Oh yes, Master Sauron. Hurt me more." I chuckled softly to myself.
"As you wish."
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I had made the ultimate commitment. I had willingly submitted to the Dark Lord. I felt a pit in the bottom of my stomach- one of guilt. I had betrayed everyone I ever cared about in one action. But then I had a sudden wave of entirely new feelings. Feelings I had never felt before, never dreamed were possible. Sauron was so beautiful in the candlelight. Even as I was bound, subject to his torture, I admired his fiery eyes, his moist lips, his flushed cheeks which contrasted against the porcelain skin. He continued his onslaught upon my body, biting in the delicate hollow of my collarbone. I gave a whimper of both pain and pleasure. This was the lowest position I had ever put myself in. Anyone looking onto this scene would say it was pathetic and disgusting. And yet, I felt so high, perhaps off of the adrenaline that was pumping through my veins, perhaps drowning in Sauron's beauty. I do not know which one, but the feeling was indescribable. No one had ever been able to give me that before. The want inside of me was growing steadily, increasing every time he inflicted his wonderful mixed emotions on me. On the one hand, he was stroking me gently, as if I were a fragile jewel. Then, just as quickly, he would slap me a little to remind me of my place. His light fingertips were softly running down my chest and I squirmed to try and escape. Of course, the restraints held me down and he ordered me to lay still.
"You must obey me, little one, or there will be prices to pay." His voice had a very sensuous tone to it and I was becoming more and more aroused. He continued his journey down and I waited with anticipation. Stroking along my thighs, he went to unbutton my pants. My arousal was growing more and more evident, to his amusement I'm sure. I could hardly contain myself- this was it! Then, as suddenly as it started, he stopped completely. He untied my hands and then ordered me to stand. I blinked a few times in confusion. That was not was I was expecting at all.
"Did you not hear me?" He said in a threatening kind of voice. "Stand, slave." I did as he ordered, dying for some answers.
"In case you are wondering," he began slowly, "that was a lesson for you."
"A lesson on what?" I said a little more demandingly than I intended.
"In self control. This is just the beginning, little pet, you will in time experience things beyond your wildest dreams and fantasies. You will see what you never imagined you'd lay eyes upon. I will show you an entirely new world, one in which there will be no turning back from. Once I bring you there I expect you wouldn't want to come back anyway."
"But…why? Why do you want to show me all of this?"
"Because I find you intriguing, Frodo. I'm doing you a small favour, you realize. Although this is mostly for my pleasure, it is in part for yours too. I want to teach you and seeing you learn from me will bring me some joy. Above all, I think this is an experience you should learn to enjoy."
"I am enjoying it so far, but when will you show me more?"
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Ah, so many questions the halfling has. In due time, my pet, in due time.
"I will show you more when you prove yourself worthy. First you must pledge your servitude to me."
"I willingly agree to become your loyal and loving slave, Master Sauron," he said, looking up at me innocently. What a silly little slave he was, didn't he realize he would have to do better than that?
"Say that to me on your knees and I may take you seriously this time." He looked at me incredulously, but must have decided I was completely serious and did so. I smiled a little and nodded to show my approval.
"Very good Frodo. You have pleased your master greatly. Now as your final order of the night, I ask that you retire to your room. It is now the small one below mine. You will find your few belongings there, as well as a bed, one as comfortable as a good slave deserves." I bent down and gave him a nibble on his earlobe, followed by a kiss on his forehead. "Sleep well and may your dreams be of your master." He blushed and walked away.
I stood there alone for a few moments, contemplating what had just happened. I had, of course, done this sort of thing before, but never with someone I had strong feelings for. This was different. I would have to be careful this time. Although you would never hear me admit it, I cared about him much more than I should. His innocence drew me to him and I wanted nothing more than to dominate him. How I'd love to see him begging for more pain. I was giving him more compassion than I usually showed to other people, but that didn't mean I was doing this solely for his benefit. No, as I had told him, this was for my own desire and it was only an added plus if he got satisfaction out of it as well. But even so, I restrained myself from acting too fast. As much as I wanted to take him as my own, that would be too much to handle for him at this point.
In due time, I reminded myself. In due time.