BLAKE: Captive to the Dark (24 page)

The crack of the whip sounded more like an explosion, dragging me away from my safe
place. Blake was disappearing and white cement walls were starting to replace the ones that surrounded me. Light was fading and the smell of mold made me gag. I was so cold. So…scared. Alone.

“Kaitlyn.”  Blake’s voice tore me from my
flashback and I sucked in a big gulp of air. Sweat was covering my trembling skin. “Hey. You focus on me. You’re
my
slave, dammit. If he has your thoughts, then you’re not entirely mine. Now snap out of it.” The anger helped reel me in a little and I watched the leather swing before him. “Again.”

Crack!

My body flinched as if I were getting hit. More deep breaths.

Crack! Crack!

I walked backwards, but kept trying to focus.
“I’m not his.” I had no idea where the words came from, but they’d tumbled out, no doubt a reflex caused by the amount of fear I felt.

“No, kitten, you’re all mine. Forever mine.”

Crack!

“You see this?” He pointed to the infinity symbol on his chest. “You gave yourself to me. Now you’re going to give me your mind
, too. Every single piece of it.”

Crack!

Blake took a few steps forward and I couldn’t stop the sob that tumbled out. My wrists felt on fire from the pulling, but I barely felt the burning due to the adrenaline. The movement of his finger gliding over the mark drew me in and I flinched at the crack, but barely even heard it as I stayed fixated on my Master. On our vow.

Crack!

Louder it rang out, but it couldn’t break the spell I was under. His. Yes. All his. Every single part of me.

My body calmed, became loose. For the first time
, I felt something leave. Something I wasn’t even aware was there. The shaky breath that fell from my lips was long and drawn out. The next one barely shook at all.

Crack!

My face lifted and I brought my eyes to Blake’s. The hard lines disappeared and the side of his mouth lifted into a smile. What did I have to fear with him in control? Absolutely nothing. He’d protect me, guard and guide me in my darkest moments. Hadn’t he proved that in the past? Didn’t he still?

The closer he moved, the louder the crack. I never broke my
gaze from his until he was right in front of me.

“You did it, kitten. You got through the first
session with the whip. Talk to me. Tell what you’re feeling.” His hand tucked my bangs behind me ear and he began running the back of his knuckles down my cheek. The wetness registered. Had I been crying? I couldn’t remember shedding any tears.

I leaned my face more into his touch. “You. You did this.”
I sniffled. “I wouldn’t have been able to bear it if it weren’t you.”

He
continued to soothe me. “Give it time. I want you so strong that no one will ever scare you again. You can do it, Kaitlyn. I know you can. Look how far you’ve come.”

The softness of his lips pressed against mine and I opened for him, giving him everything I could in our kiss. The leather from the whip eased up my leg and I took a deep breath.

“Calm. Feel it. Let it not scare, but arouse you. Just like the gloves, kitten. They’re leather, too. That’s all it is. Just a different texture. Don’t be afraid anymore. I have you.”

His fingertips joined in right beside the whip, guiding it further up my thigh. Heat enflame
d my body, a conflicting mix of the easing fear and building excitement.

“That right. Associate me with this toy. No one else. Let me show you how it’s meant to feel. Right now. Let go completely and let’s finish this once and for all. I want to hurt you the right way. The way that will have you begging me to fuck you.”

My pussy drew up at his words. God, I wanted him to. I did, but my mind rejected it. My eyes closed and I nodded before I could change my mind. I wanted it over more than anything.

Blake moved in behind me, running his hands and the length of the leather over my stomach and up to my breast
s. He took his time introducing me to the one thing that I never thought I’d be able to get around again.

The thick braided material caught on my nipple and he moved it up and down, teasing the hard tip. A low sound fell from my lips and I
shifted with impatience. My Master didn’t disappoint as his other hand came around my hip and he cupped the mound of my pussy, pulling me back against his tall frame.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look in your submission, Kaitlyn. There’s never been anyone who does it for me like you.
” Lips kissed along my shoulders and I watched in the mirror as his fingers twitched against my clit. Small movements registered just before the pleasure burst into my core.

I watched the two of us. Stood in awe while
he brought me to heights of pleasure I never knew existed. Blake was focused on nothing but me. Completely unaware that I studied his expressions. His parted mouth and heavy lidded eyes. The way he breathed in deep when his cheek rubbed against my hair. God, I loved him. The realization ignited in my mind, slamming the truth into me with enough force to make my breath hitch. I loved my Master. My Sir. I had known the feelings were strong, but…love? I had lusted before, but this was different. There were no words to describe how completely his I was, or what I would do to make him happy.

Blake’s eyes rose and met mine. Something so profound passed between us
and for seconds neither one of us moved. Just stared. He knew. But…did I? Did he return my love? It sure felt like that’s what I was picking up.

“It’s time.”

My Master’s contact was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving me hot, ready, and never wanting him more. As he circled back around, I watched his ass flex in the mirror. Damn, what perfection. I bit my lip, suddenly wanting him to whip me. Having a whole new trust for him that I knew had blossomed from my startling revelation. I wanted the sweet sting I knew he’d bring. Pain would be present, but not like before. Not like with Andon.

The leather flew through the air in a figure eight
and I stared, entranced.
An infinity symbol.
My breath caught just as the end connected against my lower stomach. A moan roared out of my mouth. I pulled against the restraints, wanting to get closer. Wanting to bare everything I had to give. Show him the magnitude of my sudden change.

Wetness coated my thighs and the fascination never left as he wheeled the whip around again and snapped it against my thigh. The sting was just as great, but not crippling. I needed more. To have him continue until I couldn’t stand not to have his hands on me.

Blake took a few steps, coming to stand directly in front of me. “Shit. You’re amazing.” He shook his head and brought the handle around again. Just below my breast ignited in heat. Then, on the other side of my stomach. I took it on my thighs. More on my stomach. Still, I tried to move toward him.

More flames
continued to burn into me, but the majority came from within. “Sir.” The plea was evident in my voice. If I didn’t have him touching me soon, I was going to expire on the spot. Release was so close and all from his work and the friction of my shifting feet.

The whip fel
l to the ground and Blake stalked forward, his cock so hard it made my mouth water. His large hands gripped my thighs, lifting my pussy even with his face. I cried out at the plunge of his tongue into my entrance. The sucking that followed on my folds was heaven and hell combined. I wanted to come. To have the most powerful orgasm of my life. All by the man who had stolen my heart right out from underneath me. How had I not known before now?

Vibrations from his
moans had me screaming and twisting in his hold.

“Sir, please. I’m so close.”

A response never came while he continued to feast on me like he was starving. The slow caresses became demanding. The suction, harder. Pain began to mix with the pleasure and the sounds I made grew louder. More desperate. Blake’s head rose, his eyes connecting with mine for the first time since he’d begun.

Still
, he didn’t speak. I was lowered, but he was never far from my side. The cuffs were undone and I was swept into his arms and taken to the bed. The weight of his body was the one thing I constantly longed for. It was so right that I couldn’t understand how I’d gone without it for so long. There was a comfort in the act. Like I wasn’t complete without us fitted together, locked in each other’s embrace.

“Say you’re beautiful.”

I smiled up at him as he stroked back my hair.

“I’m fucking gorgeous, Sir.”

He laughed hard and kept the smile on his face. “Yes, kitten. The most gorgeous woman alive.” His lips lowered to mine. Slow at first, but just like his treatment of my pussy, passion quickly won over. Within minutes, we were panting. Blake’s cock ground into my stomach, sliding easily along the pre-cum that no doubt glistened against my skin.

Nails raked up my thigh and I dug mine into his back. The indication was clear. No more being nice. I pushed in harder
, making my Master hiss. My arms were pulled over my head and slammed down. Blake and I met each other’s stare head on. The challenge was open and I took it, locking my legs around his waist and squeezing as hard as I could, all the while pushing back and away from his hold. The struggle was on after that. I didn’t make much of an impact on my arms, but it didn’t matter. They were quickly pinned underneath me by the weight of his lower body.

“That’s right
, slave, fight. Fight for your life.”

“Oh, I will. Never doubt that.” I turned to the side, biting into his bicep.

A growl exploded from him and the evil smile that covered his face was anything but happy. His hand gripped my face and the kiss that followed caused blood to taint my mouth.

The pressure of Blake’s cock pushed against my opening and I thrashed, making it as hard as possible for him to enter. When he did
, I screamed against the pleasure. One swift surge and I nearly came on the spot.

Somehow
, I managed to pull my arms free and grabbed at him, clinging to his shoulders. Surprisingly, he didn’t move them. He pounded into me harder. His hold on my hip kept me immobile to his delicious assault.

“Tell me who owns you, kitten. Who’s your Sir?”

“You are, Blake. Mr. Morgan,” I managed to get it out as he thrust even harder.

“Fuck, yes. Mine to do whatever I want.”

Before I could try to fight him, his hand locked on my throat.

“Fight
for the air. For your life, baby.”

Dots flashed across my vision while I clawed at his grip. My mouth opened but nothing would come that I could
feel.

Blake used his
hold on me to help with his thrust. I felt him go deep and everything became super sensitive. My lips tingled just before air poured into my lungs. I sucked it down greedily, coughing against the constriction in my throat. The tightening in my core twisted even more as my body broke out in goose bumps. The sensitivity was so much that I couldn’t help but beg.

“Sir. Please. I need to come. Please.” My hands locked back on his
arm, waiting for his permission.

The rough sex stopped
as he pulled out groaning. The emptiness that took over was so profound that I held to him tightly as he pulled me to the stocks at the end of the room. My stomach ached against the sudden halt, but the moment he had my head and arms locked in, his cock entered me again.

I jumped at the fire that lit up the left side of my ass. Fuck. Where had the paddle come from?

Tears came to my eyes as he hit over the same spot as before.

“Your ass looks amazing when it glows. And I want it to, baby. I
want it so bright that you can’t sit down right for days.”

A cry forced it way out as he slapped the other side. I fought against the me
tal restraints that kept the top of my body immobile. There was no moving with how I was bound.

“Damn. I wish you could see this, kitten. So God damn beautiful.
”

The thrust
s continued and so did the spankings. He hadn’t been lying. I’d be lucky to sit down period. Fingers massaged into the heated skin and I watched the tears fall to the floor directly under me. The combination of pain and pleasure was too much. Every time I got close to coming, Blake stopped just to paddle me again. The frustration was so great I couldn’t stand it. I cried, sobbed, begged. Still, he wouldn’t give me what I craved.

My
Master began sliding his cock into me again, increasing the ever present need until right before I was ready. The slowing had me screaming for him not to stop. My fists clenched and jerked into the metal that held me captive.

Blake’s hand reached around and applied the perfect amount of pressure
to my clit.

“Now, love. Come now.” The tense sound of his voice mixed with his new pet name was like music. I knew he was on the verge and just imagining his c
um shooting into me had my orgasm tearing its way from my body with enough force to leave me blinded by lights. Spasms rocked me and they increased as Blake’s warmth shot deep inside.