Chapter One: Nighttime Activities


    The house was quiet and dark. My room was just as dark.


    It was after midnight, and everyone in the house was asleep.


    Well, except me.


    I wasying in my childhood bed, waiting.


    I couldn''t see anything in the dark, but if I did the mirror on my ceiling would reflect my half naked body,


    d in nothing but two barely there scraps of cloth, bothcy with a florally intricate print and a pale


    purple.


    He loved purple.


    Iid t on my back, my duvet only covering the lower half of my body. My legs were bent and my


    thighs were spread slightly apart. The anticipation of his arrival was weighing down on me in heavy


    waves. I was wet and primed by just the thought of him. I knew I would pay for my actionster, but I let


    my hand slide down my soft body anyway.


    I fingered the lining ofce around my panties bikini line. My other hand reached up and dipped into the


    cup of my bra. I pinched my nipple at the same time my other hand delved into my panties toward my


    wet heat. I massaged my clit in small circles, spreading my arousal. My pointer and thumb pinched my


    nipple tightly, the shock of pain shooting straight to my groin. I was so ready I felt an orgasm creep in


    under a minute.


    Just before my peak flooded my body, my door opened softly. It creaked quietly in the still night. His


    presence filled me with desire and trepidation. My hands shot away from my body automatically and


    went to my sides,ying t, palms down.


    He didn''t waste any time.


    I couldn''t see him, but I heard him undressing; the unfurling of his pants zipper, the pulling of them


    down his long muscr legs, then the unmistakable following of his boxers and t-shirt.


    His body dipped into my memory foam mattress and loomed over me. Even without sight, I could feel


    his scorching gaze on my body. He ran a hand down the heated skin of my torso, not stopping till he


    reached between my legs. I was already panting. When he felt the wetness there he paused. He


    grabbed the hand that was in my panties and inhaled sharply, smelling my arousal.


    "Were you touching yourself, Darling?" He asked in a dangerously soft voice, moving up to straddle


    me. One of his giant hands travelled to my neck and spread. He gripped slightly, waiting for my


    response.


    "Yes, Sir." I said quietly. My excitement pulsed through me, thrumming in the pulse in my neck under


    his sadistic hand. I spread my legs wider, though he was straddling my hips. He tsked at me mockingly.


    His hand began to squeeze gently, then gradually harder.


    "You know I''m the only one who touches you. Nobody else, not even you unless I tell you to. I own your


    pussy. I own you."


    He inclined on his knees to gain leverage. He reached down to pull my panties down to my knees. He


    plunged a finger inside of me and pressed his thumb against my swollen clit. I gasped. It made his


    hand tighten on my throat.


    "Tell me I own you. Tell me what''s mine."


    His hand loosened enough to let me speak. I whimpered in protest. He squeezed again once in a


    warning. He brought his face very very close to mine. I could almost see it. When his breath mingled


    with mine I lifted my head in an attempt to touch his lips with mine.


    I didn''t get the connection I sought. He growled menacingly and pressed me down roughly into the


    mattress by his hand. "Tell me, Darling. Now."


    "I''m yours. My pussy is yours. My whole body is yours. Please, Draven. Touch me harder."


    The hand down south was still, but his hand on my neck gripped more forcefully. "You know I''m not


    Draven when it''s just the two of us. Master or Sir. Nothing else."


    "Yes, Master." That seemed to appease him for the time being and he began moving his hand against


    my pussy. The sensation of both contacts filled me to the brink with pleasure.


    I would''ve moaned, but I could barely even breathe. My response came in the form of a thrashing body


    and sparsely panted breaths. The pain he inflicted was intoxicating, electrifying, andpletely mind


    blowing. It only fueled the fire inside of me that raged at his touch. Add in the fact that he wasn''t


    supposed to be in here with me, andplete submission racked my shaking body, the taboo


    atmosphere doing something to me that I couldn''t exin with words.


    It bothered me sometimes, but not in this moment.


    I was his. It was as simple as that. The forbidden air of his touch was icing on the orgasmic cake.


    My fingernails dug into his wrists as I clutched at them. I knew he liked when I did that, and his satisfied


    growl only confirmed that. He added another finger into my cunt and twisted both to hit that soft spot


    inside of me. His thumb dug roughly into my clit as a shudder quivered through my wired system. My


    whole body coiled. My pussy began clenching, my orgasm edging toward me at an rming speed. But


    I didn''t allow myself to tip over that edge. I couldn''t. Not until he gave me the order.


    I knew what he wanted, because I wanted it just as much.


    "You''re so close toing, aren''t you, my little vixen? I feel your pussy pulsing. You''re shaking,


    Darling. Should I let youe? Even though you were touching yourself without my permission."


    His tight grip loosened ever so slightly for me to reply. "Yes, Master. Please let mee. I''m sorry for


    touching myself. I was just so ready for you. I couldn''t help myself." I sobbed in my messily delivered


    beg. I was so desperate toe, to feel his cock inside of me that I was ready to say anything.


    He released a mocking coo, his fingers and thumb ceasing their movements. I cried out brokenly.


    "Please, Sir. Please please please."


    "Swear you will never touch yourself again without my permission."


    I didn''t hesitate. "I swear."


    His head dipped into the crook of my neck. I felt it pull into a cold smile. "I want to keep choking you.


    But sadly I can''t leave any visible marks on you." He didn''t move his hand yet, but it no longer seized.


    The hand down south began moving again, slowly.


    I mewled a soft protest. "Please keep choking me. Don''t stop," I begged, nearly out of my mind with the


    vitality of it. I needed the pain as much as the pleasure. It was my vice. I didn''t care about the marks,


    though I knew very well that I should. My logical side just wasn''t in tune with me at the moment.


    The smile softened. He started nting soft, feather light kisses on my neck. "Forgive me, Darling. I


    mustn''t. Can''t leave visible marks. Make no mistake, though, I would dly if only I could. I do,


    however, have a solution that I think will make us both happy."


    His kisses trailed lower and stopped at my breasts. He slid the straps of my bra down my arms after


    unhooking the front sp. His hand moved down to my left nipple. His mouth covered the right. He


    began sucking as his finger began pinching and twisting. While his fingers and thumb moved slowly in


    and over my pussy, his mouth and other fingers were ravenous, bringing me immense euphoric pain


    and pleasure.


    I tried not to cry out too loud, but it was an effort, an effort in which I resorted to biting my lip to help


    contain.


    "Does this suffice, Darling?" He asked me in between bites on my nipple.


    I moaned in distress. I needed toe so badly. Needed it like I needed air to breathe. "Yes, Master.


    Please do it harder."


    He honored my request in kind, and the fingers inside me sped up. My arousal echoed around us,


    making me nearly burst before he gave me permission.


    I bit my lip so hard, I felt my teeth break skin. Blood trailed down my chin.


    It only made my condition worse, as unhealthy as that was, but at the time, I couldn''t have cared less.


    "Oh, god. Please let mee. I can''t. I-I can''t-" My voice choked up, and I nearly sobbed with the effort


    of holding off.


    It took every fiber inside me to hold myself off. My whole body was trembling so severely I feared I''d


    actually cry.


    He took pity on me. "Come, Darling. Give it to me."


    In a mmable rush my body convulsed. My pussy rippled with heady sensation, clenching on his


    fingers again and again, my moans practically forming into screams until he muffled them with his sinful


    hand. My legs wouldn''t stop thrashing and locking, thrashing and locking. His mouth bit, and his fingers


    thrust until each wave finished it''s crashing tide. It didn''t stop for endless minutes. The pleasure was so


    great I thought the sensations alone would send me into another orbit of climax.


    He removed both hands from my body and put them on each side of my head before I could get there. I


    wasn''t disappointed for long, though. As his body shifted between my legs, he brought his mouth to


    mine. I opened for him without hesitation and let him dominate. His tongue thrusted in and out in a


    rolling motion. He pulled back abruptly.


    "You bit through your lip," he observed, licking along my bottom lip. He abruptly suckled it into his


    mouth and drew on it like he did my nipples. My sex released a withering clench and I whimpered


    weakly at the ache it brought forth. I tried to put my hands on his shoulders, but he immediately pinned


    them down.


    "I don''t like drawing blood. Do not let this happen again. If it happens again I will punish you and you


    will not be allowed toe for days. Am I understood?"


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    "Yes, Sir."


    He smirked against my lips, kissing me again. I kissed back, but only at his leisure, letting him control


    the direction of the kiss.


    "Now, are you ready for me, darling?"


    I spread my legs wider and bent them again. "Oh, yes. Oh, god, yes."


    "You want me inside you?"


    "More than anything, Sir. Please."


    The head of his cock slid along my pussy, over my clit, then poised at my entrance. I knew what his


    beautiful cock looked like even without light. It was long, straight, with bulging veins along its shaft. He


    was circumcised and perfect, with the thickest girth I had ever had the honor of feeling inside me. My


    mouth could barely fit it past my lips. It was a deep pink color that blushed red when it filled with blood.


    I loved it.


    He pressed his entire body down on mine and pushed inside of me fluidly. The sopping mound of my


    sex gave no question as to whether the entry was smooth and effortless. My walls immediately


    tightened around him. He rooted deep until his balls pressed against the bottom of my ass.


    "Fuck, Darling. You''re always so tight for me." Heplimented.


    One of his hands reached down to my thigh and lifted, hitching it high over his toned hip, allowing him


    to push deeper. I gasped and moaned inplete abandon.


    "Soft, supple, soaked," he continued to breathe into my mouth.


    I absorbed his praise with relish. He began to thrust in a steady rhythm that shortly became rougher


    and faster, harder and harder still. He hit the sweetest spot with each stroke. My body quaked,


    tightening. The feeling of him inside me was almost too much, bringing me over almost too soon to be


    considered normal.


    But everything about us was abnormal anyway.


    As the nerve endings in my body clenched onto him, he dug his nails into my thigh, and used his other


    nails to rake down my neck and chest. The added sensations tipped me to the pinnacle, and I begged


    heartily for his warrant.


    "Yes,e, my little darling. Squeeze my cock. Give it to me." Hemanded in a harsh voice.


    I cried out as I came for a second time, my clenching frenzy repeating again only now unto his


    plundering cock, which he used to increase his thrusts to a nearly wild abandonment. He reached his


    orgasm with a harsh groan that tore from deep within his throat. His hot cum dribbled into me in heavy


    drops. I titled my hips up to capture that incriminating fluid.


    Slowly, he stopped thrusting and simply stayed inside me while we pulsed into each other and caught


    our breath. He gave me a soft kiss as he pulled out. I was sensitive beyond all recognition, so much so


    that I halted his movements with a plea. He stroked a hand over my face gently, but still pulled out.


    I made a sound of protest deep in my throat. "Master please," I begged.


    He gripped my throat, making me gasp.


    Yes, I thought. Yes, yes, yes. I wanted it again, so badly. I was desperate, and I didn''t care about how it


    made me look. Not with him.


    "My greedy little darling. You''re so perfect for me. I''d stay inside of you all night if I could, but sadly


    things cannot be how we want them." I gripped the hand on my throat and pressed it harder into my


    skin. He moaned in obvious distress, obeying my silent request for a few intoxicating moments before


    wrenching himself away.


    He got off of my bed, leaving me spread wide and only semi spent. He wiped me clean with his t-shirt


    after the sounds of his clothes rustling cleared. His now jean d legs pressed against me as he


    leaned back over me. He caressed my face with his hands softly, and if the light was on, I knew I''d see


    a soft expression on his face.


    Still, I stared in his direction in hopes of finding that expression in the dark.


    He leaned down andvished me with a gentle kiss, his lips so soft and tender that I whimpered. He


    licked once more at my wounded lip, then pulled away.


    "Until tomorrow, Darling."


    I sighed, half in contentment, and half in disappointment, closing my eyes.


    "Until tomorrow." Unwanted tears stung behind my closed eyelids, but I fought them. I didn''t want to


    understand my reason for them.


    He shut my door quietly behind him. I loved the sound of it as much as I hated it. The forbidden was


    always sweet, but times like this were when it turned bitter. The aftermath, where my exhaustion kicked


    in, and my body physically hurt from its cravings. My body wanted him all the time. My submissive soul


    wanted him all the time.


    If only certain situations were different.


    If only we didn''t have to hide.


    If only he wasn''t my step dad''s brother.


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