As Brandy hung up her towel and began to brush the tangles from her hair, she argued with herself on what she wanted to do for the rest of the night. Being the last night before she joined Mark on the road, she wanted to enjoy a simple, quiet night at home. As she decided on gathering some snacks and watching a movie, she made her way out of the bedroom, and was taken by surprise when she found the room entirely black, aside from two candles glowing on either nightstand. Frowning, Brandy walked over to the bedroom door, and just as she was about to look down the hall a hand closed around her mouth, making her heart immediately begin to pound and panic rise up into her throat.
"Don't be scared," a deep voice said in her ear, and soon as she smelled their cologne she knew it was just Mark. Relaxing slightly, she went to turn around, and when she finally saw him she was greeted to a dark hooded figure, the lack of lighting preventing her from being able to properly see him.
"Mark, what-" she started to ask, when he suddenly grasped her jaw tightly, forcing her to stop speaking.
"You will refer to me as 'Lord'. Is that understood?" he demanded, his voice still at a lower pitch than normal, and all she could was nod. Grasping a handful of her hair, he gently but firmly led her back into the bedroom, and once they were closer to the bed he slowly walked around to the back of her.
"I...I don't understand..." Brandy was finally able to get out, trying to relax but still feeling extremely anxious by what was happening.
Softly, he pushed her hair back from off of her shoulder, and ran a hand along her cheek before leaning down to whisper, "You told me once you had a fantasy about the Lord of Darkness...is that still the case?" Lightly biting her lip, Brandy nodded. "Do you trust me?"
"With my life, M...Lord," she whispered back, making sure to correct herself.
"Then turn around and face me," he commanded, and obediently she once more faced him. Now more in the candlelight, while she could still not see his face, she could now see he was wearing the black robe from during his Ministry days, and again her heartbeat began to quicken...only this time, it was not out of fear, but out of lust. "Such a sweet little thing, you are," Mark murmured, cupping her face in his hand. "I've been watching you for a while now."
"Oh? Y...You have?"
"Mm, indeed I have, and the plans I have for you..." he started, his hand running down to her neck, and as it closed around her throat he added, "By the time the night is over, you'll never want to leave the darkness again." Brandy could feel her clit beginning to tingle at this. "I just knew you'd be perfect...you were meant to be my Princess of Darkness...and that is exactly what I plan to make you." Not knowing what to say, Brandy simply nodded. "Would you like that? Would you like for me to turn you into my princess?"
Again, her clit tingled at his words. "Yes...please..." she whispered, and still keeping a hold on her throat he forced her to walk backward, until her calves touched the bed. Giving a sudden shove, he made her fall backward onto the mattress, and in the blink of an eye he was above her, pinning her small frame down with his much larger one once they were up by the pillows.
As soon as she felt him tying her wrists, she whimpered with fear, and began to squirm against him. Hearing the hitch in her breathing, Mark knew she was beginning to panic, and softly shushed her as he stroked her hair. "Shh, baby, it's okay, you're okay," he whispered, and kissed her forehead. "Don't you trust me?"
She hesitated for a moment, before replying, "I do trust you."
"I'd never do anything to hurt you," he reassured her, and once more kissed her forehead. "How about we make a safe word. Would that make you feel better?" Immediately, Brandy nodded, making him smirk. "Let's keep it simple. How about 'red'?"
"That's fine," she replied, and looking up she watched as he tightened the restraints on her wrists. Closing her eyes, she tried to calm her rapidly beating heart, and gave a small sigh when he began to run his hand along her, from her neck all the way down to her knee.
"You're so soft," he murmured, his fingers trailing back up her side. Breathing in next to her neck, he added, "And you smell so good...like a sweet peach, waiting for me to devour it."
She shuddered slightly at this, and commented as she reopened her eyes to look up at him, "I want you to devour me, Lord."
A growl rumbled in his chest. "Are you sure about that?" he asked as he bunched a fistful of her shirt up in his hand. When she nodded, he grabbed another fistful of the shirt, and she gave a cry of surprise when he suddenly tugged hard, ripping the shirt cleanly in two. Before she could say anything, his mouth was over her nipple, sucking and nibbling as his fingers teased the other. Her eyes closed when his mouth moved to her other nipple, and it seemed as soon as it started he was suddenly moving away. Looking up at him, Brandy simply watched for a moment as he stared at her, before getting up off of the bed and grabbing something from off of his dresser. As he walked back over to her, she could see in his hands was a rope, and immediately shook her head in panic. "I have no intentions of hurting you with this, princess," he reassured her as he softly ran a hand along her leg, from her ankle up to her inner thigh. A quiet whimper escaped her lips when he reached higher yet, allowing his fingertips to trail along her covered mound, and in the blink of an eye he had her shorts yanked down and off of her completely. Tossing the garment over his shoulder, he again ran his hand along her leg, before quickly wrapping the rope around it, forcing her leg to remained bent at the knee. Once it was securely tied, he did the same to her other leg, the position it put her in leaving her completely exposed to him and his hungry gaze. Her breathing shallow by this point, she tugged at her restraints, wondering what he planned to do to her. For a moment, he simply stood there, before slowly undoing his robe, and when he finally slid it off, she was left speechless at the site of him standing there in a pair of black silk pants with his hair down and his chest bare. Was she really lucky enough to call him hers?
"You are quite the site to behold," he purred as he slowly walked over to his side of the bed, and opened the top drawer of his night stand. Brandy watched as he reached in, and immediately shook her head when she saw him pull out a blindfold. Nodding, he swiftly slipped it over her eyes, and she was about to say the safe word, when she felt him lightly stroking her hair, his action calming the panic which had begun to build within her chest. When he saw her body relax, he grabbed the second item he needed, and smirked at the slight whimper she gave when he moved away. She could hear his movements, and wondered what he was doing until she could feel the silk of his pants brush against her legs as he settled before her open thighs. "It looks like someone is more anxious than they expressed," Mark commented as his fingers glided through the warm wetness building between her thighs. "Is this for me, princess?"
She gasped when he brushed against her clit, and nodded. "Yes, Lord...it's all for you," she whispered, and bit back a cry when he suddenly slid two fingers inside her.
Mark gave a quiet groan at how tightly she squeezed him. "You're so tight, princess," he murmured, easing the digits in and out of her. "I think you need my thick cock to open you up."
Brandy nodded. "Please, Lord, I need it," she begged, and grew confused when she heard a buzzing sound. She went to ask what it was, when there was suddenly a strong vibration pressed snugly into her clit, making her hips buck and a strangled noise of surprise escape her lips. "Oh fuck," she cried out when his fingers began to move within her and the vibrator moved over her clit, the pleasure he was giving her making her toes curl.
"How does that feel?"
"So good...s-so good..." she panted, wanting to say more but unable to form a full sentence. "Please...please..."
"What? Talk to me, tell me what you are wanting."
"Don't stop...please...please don't stop..."
"Are you getting close, princess?" Mark asked, quickening his motions, and Brandy nodded. "Do you want me to make you come?" he added, moving his hands faster yet, and again she quickly nodded. He kept going, watching her intently as he did so, and just as he could tell she was about to reach her climax he abruptly pulled away.
"No!" she cried out, thrashing about in retaliation to him denying her that sweet release. "Fuck you, you bastard."
Mark quickly wrapped a hand around her throat, making her yelp and quickly still. "How dare you speak to your Lord like that," he growled, tightening his grip. "Spoiled little brats don't get their way, now do they, princess?"
Her chin quivering, she shook her head. "I...I'm sorry, Lord..."
"That isn't good enough," he replied, and with a quick twist he flipped her over onto her stomach, and forced her to where she was kneeling before him with her arms stretched out before her. "It looks like I need to teach you a lesson," he added as he ran his hand along the curve of her ass, and raising it up he quickly brought it back down with a sharp smack. Brandy immediately cried out, hiding her face in the bed as he continued to give hard smacks against her ass cheeks. "Are you going to speak to me again like that?" he growled, and when she shook her head he gave another slap. "I can't hear you, princess."
"No, Lord, no," she cried, her heart thudding loudly in her ears. "I'm sorry...please..."
Again, Mark slapped her ass. "Please what?"
"R...red...red..." she whimpered, and Mark immediately felt his stomach drop at hearing this one word come from her tiny voice.
Leaning down, Mark kissed her shoulder before whispering, "Are you okay?" Brandy nodded. "Did I take it too far?" She hesitated, before nodding again. "I'm so sorry," he added, his voice still soft, and straightened back up. "Would you like for me to make it better, princess?" he asked, going back into character.
Again, Brandy hesitated, before once more nodding. She jumped slightly when she felt him spread her legs even further apart, and cried out when she suddenly felt his hot tongue on her clit. "Oh fuck...fuck, that feels so good..." she whimpered, her pleasure once more mounting, and arching back she moved against him as rode his face. She could hear him give low murmurs of approval as he eagerly pleasured her, the alternation of a slow and fast pace he used driving her crazy. The feel of his hands softly stroking her hips and sides made her skin break out in goosebumps, and only heightened the pleasure he was giving her. "Please...please...I'm...I...I'm..." she begged, and with one final swirl of his tongue she cried out loudly as she came in his mouth. To her, it felt like her climax went on for hours, and when it finally subdued she collapsed, trembling and panting.
"You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, princess...but now I want to know if you feel as good as you taste," Mark murmured, pulling her hips back up, and quickly freeing himself he immediately sank into her, making them both moan.
"Fuck...you feel so good, Lord," she whimpered, her pussy still aching from the orgasm he just gave her. "Please fuck me, I need you so bad."
A growl rumbled in his chest at her words, and leaning forward he braced himself against her shoulders, pressing her down into the mattress, as he quickly build up his pace, until he was pounding into her just like she asked. "Is this what my princess wanted?" he panted, loving the way her inner muscles fluttered around his cock.
"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped, completely overwhelmed by the sensations he was making her feel. Unable to move or even think, she allowed him to use her body as he pleased, and willingly accepted being nothing more than a fuck toy to him in that moment. "I'm getting close again...please make me come, Lord," Brandy begged, her entire body tensing when she felt that coil once more.
"That's it, come for me," he demanded, his own orgasm quickly building, and as soon as he felt her fall apart he groaned as he joined her, riding her hard as he tried to make their pleasure last as long as possible. Moving his hands from her shoulders to the mattress, he remained leaned over her as he caught his breath, and after a long moment he finally pulled back and adjusted himself. Brandy simply laid there limp, unable to move or speak, and felt him quickly begin to undo the ropes on her legs. Once they were free, he gently rubbed them as he straightened them out, before carefully flipping her onto her back. She could feel his hands on her wrists, grateful when they were finally freed. He tenderly kissed them, making sure there were no marks, and she frowned she felt him so something to her fingers. When he finally let go of her wrists, she removed her blindfold, and when she looked down at her hands she gasped when she saw the beautiful diamond ring on her ring finger. When she looked up at him with wide eyes, he softly commented, "I told you I wanted to make you my princess."
Her chin quivering, she held her arms out to him, and when he moved down to her she hugged him tightly around the neck as tears escaped her eyes. "I love you so much, Mark," she choked out, burying her face in his shoulder.
"I love you too, baby," he murmured, holding her just as tight. For a long moment they laid there in silence, simply holding onto one another, until he gently pulled back. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" She shook her head. "I'm sorry I made you use the safe word, I guess I got a little carried away."
She smirked at him. "It's okay, you made it all better," she reassured him, making him chuckle.
"Did I fulfill your fantasy about the Lord of Darkness?"
Brandy giggled. "Oh yeah," she replied simply, making him laugh once more.
"Well I am more than happy to oblige," he commented as they got beneath the covers, and pulled her into his arms. When he noticed her examining the ring, he asked, "Do you like it?"
"I absolutely love it, Mark. It's perfect."
He smiled at this. "Good," he replied simply, and kissed the top of her head. "I love you so much, Brandy," he murmured, already drifting off to sleep.
Peeking up at him, she smiled. "I love you too, Mark," she whispered, letting out a content sigh, and closing her eyes she quickly joined him in slumber.