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| Needing to be Desired. Posted by: Driana Le Souris at 05-10-2016 21:52 PM, Last Modified 05-10-2016 21:52 PM |
I’d never expect myself to be turned into a woman possessed. It all seemed like a sad thing to watch really, blinking back all the tears that were just threatening to fall while trying to hold a smile. It was just choking the life out of me as one could simply put it. There was no battling back the tears, they had a mind of their own.
Frustration couldn’t begin to describe it. It was just a tight clench around my heart. Just longing. Take today for example; the need and desire for being wanted was just poison to the mind. Sure. I needed to know. I needed to be desired. I guess the lack for the right attention was slowly becoming something dark, powerful even just exciting.
The last several nights had been a plague but a plague that led me back to the dungeon. Senka’s dungeon was known for its guaranteed sex if you had the looks to grab someone’s tastes long enough to get a good fuck. There was always the laughter that hung in the air, the musky scent and of course watching where you stepped. It was hard enough to find yourself attractive when you didn’t feel the carnal desire by others, but it wouldn’t stop there.
My thoughts are the only thing driving me crazy thus far up until a familiar name was calling my name. I had known he would return to the dungeon even if he had disappeared or better yet I had disappeared for months on end only to be here again. There he was with that signature smirk of his. He was always cocky; knowing how to approach me but it could be seen that he was disappointed by how I just wiggled my fingers in response. I should’ve known better.
Here I was rocking back and forth on my heels acting like a child that just got caught with the cookie jar. The closer he got the more my spine straightened. I couldn’t stop those treacherous thoughts before but now they were all silenced and I was busy eyeing that little smirk of his. If only I could wipe it off his face but nope, a guy I hadn’t seen in what felt forever had me pressing my thighs together, my heart skip faster with every ounce of adrenaline, and my palms that were now sweating. Blasphemy. What dark magic was this? Here I was needing to be desired and more but instead I was feeling like a high school girl crushing over the hottest guy.
He stood tall in front of me. I was unsure if it was just me or suddenly every piece of fur was standing up.
“I see that you’re still alive, my darling..” He coaxed.
“Still breathing. Yes. Yes. H-how are you?” I managed with whatever little spine I had left.
“I can see that very well.” The silence that followed after spoke louder than the electricity between them both.
My eyes burned with his. It was all a quick flooded replay of all the moments we once shared. Those encounters were etched all over his face, the reactions readable, outlining every once of the denim he wore. His left hand reached out to caress my cheek. I flinched at first. I guess it could be expressed that I was expecting some form of punishment but this was differently. It was instinctively, each gentle stroke as if trying to remind me of his touch. I hadn’t forgotten it. How could I? It’s not like I was about to jump into his arms and make out with his face. Maybe more.
He desired me. I could see it with every gentle brush. His cock was hard. He must of remembered how he ravished me, how every expression was forced from the pleasure on my face, how he always took advantage of the brutes watching me.
“I don’t think I’ll have to say that finding you has made me happy.” He finally added.
I hadn’t noticed the crop in his hand. Maybe I did but had forgotten it. The sudden twirl of it and the firm slap setting on my thigh had me gasping. His answer had me startled me. It was hard to focus on this man. The very man that had deflowered me. There was nothing but him, the dungeon had faded into oblivion just like it always did. There I was standing so close to him pressing my very cheek into his touch. I barely placed a kiss on the edge of his palm leaning my plump backside against the closest barstool.
The day was early after all, white sneakers, tight little jean booty shorts and a spaghetti shirt that clung to my slender but petite body. It was much like the first time we met. In fact I was wearing the same outfit.
My lips parted only slightly allowing my pink tongue to slide across my upper lip; “Is that so? Perhaps it is only because the rest of these…. Females…. Do not know how to appease your liking.” I cooed in a rather bratty manner. It was however of no secret that i would obey like a good little bitch but until then I intended to bait his very own sins.
His crescents only extended with every second that passed by. It was like he was remembering the first encounter, every little cell in my body. It was a known fact that my traits were what kept the men around. Everyone wanted me. Today Darieos wore a white shirt that remained untucked. He always tried to keep his casual attire. He never planned to indulge with anyone in the dungeon. Till he found me again.
“Maybe I’ll have to put a collar around your neck. One that says, ‘Dareios Property.’” A shallow whisper. There was no reason to raise his voice. He pulled my visage closer towards his by my very own chin. His other hand was busy running down my rear caressing its infamous plumpness with the leather tip. “Let’s say that they lack..”
His lips brushed against my ear, “..enthusiasm.” Giving a sharp slap across my bountiful rear filling the air with a longing silence. There were always wannabe dominants or pure imbeciles in this place.. But he, he was different. I was intoxicated like a junkie to a needle. I ached. I ached for a kiss. Moaned in a hiss to the spreading ache. Eagerness ran through my blood. I was in fact spoiled by his words yet I was prideful.
Time was well nothing more then a number at times. I had forgotten my place in this value. I wasn’t about to wait for some form of approval. I went ahead and slid my hand into his untucked shirt grazing his flesh with nothing more then my fingertips. Tracing each familiar toned ab with the sharpness of my nails. It was an erotic flame. It was more than that when she called this one.. ‘Master.’
Hooking his pants with my finger I pulled him even closer. “Shame, they won’t ever know the value of true pleasure.” I tilted my chin brushing my pink glossed lips against his jawline. I was daring enough to reach up to his cheek guiding his very mouth to mine. A simple stolen kiss to ease the ache, a tiptoe to be taken by this delicious man once more. Leaving behind a submissive whimper..
How much did I miss him…?
Dareios always had other plans. He always admired the insight of how my brain worked. It was a delightful treasured memory. In the next few moments he had his hand around my slender neck squeezing off my hunger. It was his way of keeping me on my toes. Better yet on his fingers. I was nothing more but a puppet. His puppet. It came with several perks given their history. His thumb was busy pressing against my windpipe pulling me away from his lips, raising the crop once more as he whipped it harshly
“Have you forgotten that I hate clothes on you?” Harshness from his very voice had me crumbling to the pop of my very own bubble. Eyes watering, shamelessly looking down. I couldn’t stop the burning sensation on my thighs or the tears despite how fast I tried to blink them back. Struggling to breath as he held so firmly on my neck feeling the bruises in place as panic was rising, “Y.. you always tore it off..” It was a big mistake on my part. The bar stool was knocked over and I was trying to escape her hold. I was lightheaded. I sounded like a whiny bitch…
To be continued.
Written by Driana Le Souris....... |
Comments:
| Driana Le Souris: keep an eye out? |
| Maddox: When is the next part? You did an amazing job! Looking forward to more. |
| Mala: getting loss in your work, connecting to the character |
| Mala: I am quite excited for the continued portion. As I was reading, familiar feelings came to play. Its easy getting loss in your writing Driana. Amazing job so far. |
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