I Will Always Own You

 
I Will Always Own You:
BDSM Stories
2008-01-01
I Will Always Own You! by Lizbeth Dusseau

From the novel Adam&eden

M/f bdsm

A master comes back to reclaim his reluctant submissive...

Copyright (c) 2003, all rights reserved

Courtesy of: www.pinkflamingo.com

Jacob stared in the window at Eden Rose from the patio outside her back
door. Her apartment was easily accessible from the street, up the fire
escape.

Midnight, Eden was at the piano playing music, looking melancholy. A
bottle of scotch sat on the edge of the baby grand, a shot glass beside it.
One hand played a melody while the other held her head in her hand. She
hummed as she played, words beginning to trip through her brain, but not yet
put on paper. She was strangely methodical in her manner of writing music,
though it was a method only she understood. It didn't matter that anyone
else did, only that she was getting attention in the music world for what
inspired her.

When Jacob slipped into the room through the unlocked door, Eden was
so immersed in her work that she didn't hear the silent footfalls of his
approach. Not until he was at her back and she jumped feeling his hands
clutching her shoulders did she realize the intruder was there.

"Jacob, no!" she shrieked, but then his hand was over her mouth. She
tried to bite his fingers, but he slapped her face and then clamped his hand
back over her lips with a bone-crushing tightness.

"Don't say a word," he whispered. "Not one word." To ensure her
obedience, he pulled a ball-gag from his pocket and opening her mouth with
his fingers pressed it inside. The strap was fixed behind her head. She
was at his mercy.

He extinguished the single lamp in the room as he dragged her from
the piano bench, her arms flailing as she tried to pull away. But with his
large hands and strong grip, the fight was useless. Stripping her of her
robe, it was easy work to have her wrists bound behind her. Jacob knew
where to find the leather straps and harness, the playthings that would
raise her body heat. Pushing her toward her bedroom, he chuckled knowing he
had her won. She wasn't resisting at all. Eden was so easy.

"You think you can get away from me, bitch," he chortled in her ear
as he undid the wrist cuffs from behind and then fastened them to the rod
swinging over head. "You are so naïve and foolish."

He slapped her ass with his hand, then buckled the collar around her
neck tightly so she could feel the constriction in her throat. She had to
gasp for air.

"Relax, slut, you've got a long and welcome night. That Femdom uptown
doesn't hold a candle to me. Why she didn't even leave marks."

Eden was sinking into him, intoxicated by words. Dizzy from the
constraints, she let the surging in her abdomen turn erotic, her hips
undulating against his hand.

"That's it," he purred. Pressing his palm over her pubis, he held it
tightly in his fist and pulled down. She squirmed and cried with the shot of
pain. Fingers in her vagina teased the syrupy concoction of sweat and
juice.

A clamp came down on one nipple and the pain sparked. She jerked and
he slapped her face. A second clamp on the second nipple, more pain, another
jerk and slap. Preordained, ritualized, but yes, very welcome. She didn't
want to tolerate the abuse but the jolts were too severe for her sex to
ignore. The wild rush was as sweet as words of love, and she let her head
fall back as he began with the whip and crop, one in each hand. She was
traveling light-years in seconds, joyriding through a wave of delicious heat
and pain. It was exhilarating pain turning her insides out as he turned her
outsides into raw, scorched flesh.

The multi-taloned leather whip flailed on her breasts and belly,
sensation streaming like ocean swells crashing as breakers on hard sand.
The crop cut. He was erratic and sporadic, mocking her as he stalked her
quivering body, going eye to eye with her so she could see the vile
expression of triumph on his face. The laughter, the scorn, the jubilance
of his sadistic mien shot right through her. When she closed her eyes, he
slapped her face.

"Don't do that again. You'll see me, bitch, and remember who I am.
How I'm the champion of your greatest cause-this perpetual sex machine. He
gripped her cunt and shook it hard, then fixed a clamp over her clit so she
screamed a muffled scream into the gag.

From behind, he let the whip fly fast and hard, not a second between
the strikes. On her back, then to her ass, so they were heated and hot.
Then the crop again, that horrifying one with the thin end and the little
tied tail that bit viciously into roughed-up skin. She'd feel a trickle of
blood down her thigh before he finished. A terrifying reason to rejoice.

She was losing it by the time he burnished her thighs and lay into
that tenderness creating another horror. Her mind simply vanished and there
was nothing but pain, and then nothingness, and then nothing at all . she'd
disappeared without a trace . gone . flown away and lost forever.

Eden came back to the room with the feel of Jacob's hand between her
thighs, his fingers pressing her to climax . a long mellow jolt and
sensation afterward . softly swooping here and there.

"I'm so good to you, darling Eden. You treat me like shit trying to
fend me off. You suppose you're going to tell your attorney about this
little caper? About how easily you give in to me? You going to try and
change your name again? Try to hide, maybe? If I didn't think you were so
scrumptious for my own needs, I'd find you pathetic."

He was undoing her from the bar overhead, but he left her hands
manacled together at the wrists. Removing the gag, he pushed her to the
floor and pressed her head against the wood with the heel of his boot.

"You look good like that, whore, don't you?"

She didn't reply.

"Don't you?" he pressed harder, angrily.

"Yes, sir," she answered.

"And you're mine, isn't that so?"

"Forever and always, sir," she replied without thinking.

"I will always own you," he swore.

She did not reply.

"I WILL ALWAYS OWN YOU!" He let the crop rip against her upturned
bruised butt, the narrow end landing in her ass crack.

"Ah, nooooo!"

"Say it bitch!"

"You'll always own me, sir," she spit out loud and clear.

"That's better. Now suck my dick."

He helped her to her knees, and pulled her toward a chair where he
sat back and she remained between his open thighs. Her hands couldn't play
with him easily, but her lips could and they covered the erect stalk. With
his hand at the back of her head, he pressed her down on the organ and
fucked her mouth. It made her gag, but he made her relax. Opening wide for
him, her lips and tongue worked hard bringing him off. Pulling her head
back, he shot on her face, on lips and hair and down her chin. The smile on
his lips was reminiscent of times before when he was ecstatically jubilant
mastering her.

"You fire that attorney Adam Cady tomorrow," he said looking down at
her. "Tell him it was a mistake. Don't tell him you belong to me, just
tell him you patched things up. That you love me and that you always will.
You understand that?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you'll do it."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now go to bed."

"What about the collar and cuffs?" she asked.

"Wear them to bed. Be glad I don't chain you to the headboard all
night." He threw her a key to the cuffs. "In case I'm not back to let you
go," he chortled.

Jacob picked her up as he rose from the chair and gave her a mean
swat on the behind as she padded off toward the bedroom.

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