Not Even Death-Eternally Your Master (8 page)

Finally, she felt his rough hands, exploring
her body. They traced her curves, lit perfectly by the moon and
candles, allowing his fingers to dip into the crevices of her hip
bones. She felt his body pressing against her from behind. His
hands crossed her belly and slid toward her “V”, parting just shy
of touching her wetness. He slowly made his way down her taut
thighs, encircling before trailing back up. He was inspecting her
with his hands, silently digesting his dessert. The rough hands
drew back on her hips as they made their way to her naked ass. She
felt him pulling, parting her cheeks, and turning them up to expose
her hidden hole. She relished the wonderful vulnerability.

He continued, his fingers tracing the tops of
her cheeks as his tongue licked lightly in her deep lumbar crease.
Trembling, she accepted everything, as she felt his chest against
her ass, his weight parting her as he lingered on her back. He
didn’t say a word.

For minutes, which seemed like hours, he left
her hanging in silence. She could feel his presence, but he didn’t
move or speak. She hoped he enjoyed her torment, the thought pushed
her deeper. Then she heard a familiar wind followed by the soft
dance of suede on her bare thighs.
Contact at last!

The soft suede falls splayed across her ass,
then her back, warming the long cold skin. She enjoyed the
sweetness of the warm up, something she wasn’t accustomed to. Each
time the lashes fell she released some pain with a breath. He was
playing nicely, Derrick nice, she knew this game. He’d never hurt
her, but was always a welcome massage on her skin. If it were after
Markus it was always a welcome reprieve but before him, without
him, it was just
nice
.

As the soft hide brought her to glow she
heard the tell-tale hiss of a cane cutting through the nighttime
sky. Before she had time to analyze, it made contact, solidly
across both cheeks. She giggled inside.
He’s so safe
. He’d
never played roughly with Lucy and definitely not with her. He was
sure to keep things balanced, rubbing and working up to ensure
little bruising would occur.
It’s a start
. She thought with
a sigh. Almost as if on cue, the cane began to bounce back and
forth between her calves, she even bounced onto her toes. She was
proud of him for taking that opportunity to get the bare soles of
her feet.

She couldn’t seem to let go. She’d thought
she could, but he was just so predictable.
Thankfully, he rocks
at sex!
She could look forward to the next course. She resigned
herself to make it through the light play with the obvious toys
from Derrick’s bag of tricks. He was still going to fuck her hard,
mean and selfishly. Just then, she remembered, he’d never actually
answered her question.
Does he enjoy hurting a girl with his big
cock?
She was pulled instantly to attention.

“So, do you think she’s warmed up enough?”
Derrick asked. Who is he talking to?

“
What do you think Kitten? Are you warmed
up enough? Are you about to start pouting like a brat? Or did I
teach you better than that?”

It was Markus’ voice!
She couldn’t
believe her ears.
No way!

CHAPTER NINE

She began to speak and a calloused hand
clamped down on her mouth. “Shhh…Cali.” Derrick whispered. She
nodded, wanting to lose herself in the dream, now, more than
ever.

“I think she’s plenty warm.” Derrick said.
His big hand rubbed her tight ass deeply.

“
I’m sure you’ve missed me Kitten.”
Markus’ voice said. The words were followed by the bite of his
hard, leather flogger. The stinging of its bite came repeatedly
across her ass and legs. They were instantly on fire. The hand
behind the lashes was heavier. The barrage of licks, in such quick,
unrepentant succession was unmistakably Markus. She must be in
Heaven, how else could she be visited by an angel?

“Such beautiful designs form on her skin.”
Derrick said admiring the raising, red welts beginning to appear on
her flesh, tracing them with his finger.

“
Oh, we’re only getting started. She is
capable of so much. Aren’t you Kitten?”
Markus’ voice
continued.

She nodded in eager acceptance. She could
take so much more.
Please give me more Sir!

The hard leather continued and was joined by
another sensation. In an alternating pattern she felt the heavy
thud of Markus’ biggest flogger followed by the sharp nips of the
other. After awhile she could no longer focus on either as
separate. They were one, as were Markus and Derrick. They were
using her together; she was nearing bliss.

“
So Kitten, I bet you didn’t expect my
presence here tonight.”
Markus’ voice was smooth and lively.
“Do not disappoint me baby. Show Derrick all I’ve said is
true.”

There was an inferno building; the
temperature of her skin was increasing and chills covered her as
the breeze soothed the growing welts. The feeling in her head was
light and tingling. She could no longer connect the different parts
of her body. The beautiful, swirling abyss was beckoning and she
was happily floating toward it.

She felt hands touching her flesh, caressing
and pressing at the spots where bruises would remain. Without
warning, she felt wetness drip onto her ass and drift down her
crack. A fraction of a second later she felt the searing pain.
It was wax!
The heat was quickly followed by cold and it
felt as hot and painful as cold could ever be. The ice cubes
slipped between her lips before being pressed, and held onto her
excited clit.
Which was fire? Which ice?
The sensations
became a blur as her wetness grew with each touch. Then, the ice
was inside, and another, and more until she was full. The pain was
excruciatingly beautiful as her heat melted the frozen bits. The
wetness began to trickle down her thighs as the intensity of her
heat grew. It was all happening so fast, she couldn’t assimilate;
she could only surrender.

Derrick’s hand touched the wetness and spread
it down and around her thighs, bringing some up to her ass. The
coolness felt wonderful on her tender, sensitized skin. She enjoyed
the moment and welcomed the wind as it aided in her relief.

Suddenly, she felt the hard sting of the
cane. This time it was not just going through the motions and
playing it safe, it was wet, quick and stinging. It had taken on a
new persona, one she recognized so well.

“
Mmm my sweet Kitten, you are always such
a delight.”
Markus’ tender, taunting words echoed through her
soul. The cane continued, its tip landing on the wetness between
her thighs, barely missing the soft skin of her aching pussy. “
I
knew you’d make me proud, and will continue to do so.”

The sting of the cane was replaced, again, by
the big flogger. Its thick, heavy lashes were almost like a friend.
Am I losing my ability or has Derrick suddenly gotten really
good at this?
Maybe, it really is Markus. She just couldn’t
imagine the Derrick she knew playing this hard.

Before her thoughts could take form and pull
her from “space” the sensations began anew. This time it was the
paddle—oh how she loved and loathed its duality. This toy could
feel very different depending on the desire of the one wielding it.
It could have a deep, penetrating thud that would shake her bones
but it could also have the deep bite of a rattlesnake. On wet skin,
the snake was usually the one shaking as its fangs sank in.

Whoever was behind it seemed to know the
power it held and it was used to completely keep her off guard. The
yin and the yang took their turns bringing her to the edge. She so
loved the dance. Her body went limp against the chains and she
absorbed all the energy flowing into her being. Her super power was
submission and she allowed it to consume and transform her. How had
she let herself stray so far?

“
Quiet your busy little mind Kitten.”
Markus’ voice said, as if hearing her unspoken thoughts.

As she surrendered to her need to submit she
felt awash with tranquility. Tears fell from her eyes as the
buzzing mass of energy engulfed her. She prayed he wouldn’t stop if
her tears fell free. She needed to give this to Markus, to him, to
herself.

He continued around her, changing toys and
places as he built her up. A soft tongue licked tears off her
cheek.

“You are so enchanting like this Cali.”
Derrick said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful.”
His hands slid over her sweat soaked flesh, easily finding all the
right places. He slid between her legs, lingering only long enough
to vibrate against her tantalized pussy. His hands parted her; she
bent forward without resistance. She was putty and he could mold
her in any way he chose.

His rough hands pulled her further apart. He
relished her exposure. He’d never taken anyone this way. Sure, he’d
imagined it but this…

He slid a finger into her wetness, coating it
with her excitement before adding a second…... He pumped his
fingers roughly into her wanting hole. She was amazingly saturated
already. He added a finger from his other hand and fucked her in a
harsh and steady rhythm. The tension inside increased with her
wetness.

Without missing his groove he removed one
glistening finger and plunged it into her tight little asshole. He
held fast as she let out a deep gasp. “
No pleas, no
begging”,
he recalled as his tempo built. He continued on,
bringing her close before backing off. His pace slowed and he
watched, amused by her obvious need for more. The less he did the
more she squirmed. Finally, he removed both hands from her holes
and stood back to admire their handy work.

“
I told you she’d be delightful didn’t
I?”
Markus’ voice asked.

“Oh, yes, you did… but one cannot understand
the description of what one has never tasted. “ Derrick said. He
reached out and palmed her pussy, covering his hand with the honey
of her desire. He leaned in close to Calico’s ear.

“And you taste delicious my dear.” He
whispered as he licked her sweetness off his hand. He made sure she
heard him savoring her.

Calico enjoyed the seductive sound of
Derrick’s pleasure as he lapped her juices from his hand.
Since
when did he get so sexy?
She knew it wasn’t entirely his own
volition; she could feel Markus in every action.

The emptiness and sudden silence enhanced the
white noise buzzing through her head, streaming down and overtaking
her. She lay limp in the arms of the chain, prepared for whatever
was next. She didn’t have to wait long.

She felt the warm, rounded end rubbing her
wet, exposed slit. She arched to accept it; blatantly, shamelessly.
It continued to tease in a way she knew so well. It was straight
out of Markus’ play book.

“
Open yourself to me Kitten.”
There
was his voice again, so deep, so real. His wonderful teasing made
her writhe and beg for more.

“Fuck me please Sir.” She said. Her words
caught in her dry throat in a pleasing rasp.

The warm cock slowly entered, stretching and
occupying her fully.
She knew this cock. It was Markus!
How?

Derrick continued to ravish her with the
special gift Markus left behind. Waiting until now was planned by
the pair long before Markus’ illness took its toll. They’d always
wanted to take Calico together, but to keep the peace, and to
comfort Lucy’s psyche, the plan had never come to fruition; until
now.

The special silicone cock had been cast from
Markus’ very own. He wanted to live forever in his slave’s heart,
mind and body. Derrick was now working the controls, but Markus had
shown him exactly how.

Derrick enjoyed the extensive video
collection Markus gave him. He’d memorized every move, every moan
and reaction of Calico being taken by Markus. He knew he could fuck
her exactly as Markus had; she needed that before he’d have his
way. He envied the love of the Master and slave—the ties that would
always bind.

“Oh yes Sir, please fuck me. Fuck your little
slave….use me Sir. “She eagerly begged for all she was so grateful
to have.

He pounded her hard with the phallus, moving
and teasing as he’d seen Markus do. He’d pull out completely,
taunting her with the vacancy, listening to the whimpering of her
soul before slamming in to the hilt, continuing to roughly use her
flesh.

“
That’s it Kitten, take it…take it all for
me…You’re so incredibly beautiful….the more you surrender to my
gift…the more beautiful you become.”
Markus said.

If she didn’t know better she’d swear Markus
was near coming. Did she know better? Trying to stay in the moment,
she did her best to not know better.