“Are you fucking real?” I bit my lip as his hand dove into my hair, tugging on the silk ribbon that held my mask in place. Releasing it, he gently removed it.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, right before his lips came down on mine. It was a slow yet powerful union where he demanded every single ounce of control.
I moaned as his lips hovered softly over mine, electric tingles coursing through my fingertips. I gasped as his tongue licked and prodded, opening me to him. Leaning towards him, I inhaled sharply as he deepened the kiss. After a moment, he gently leaned back, not before nipping at my bottom lip. His forehead pressed to mine, both our breathing labored, all my inhibitions forgotten.
“Do you know who I am?” I whispered, and he scrunched his eyebrow, leaning back to stare at me.
“I didn’t at first, but when I had you close-fuck, age has only made you more beautiful.”
I looked up at him and frowned. “Why did you approach me in town, Micah? Why the church?”
He hesitated for a moment and then shrugged. “I’d never seen a more ethereal woman in my life. I needed to know who you were. I didn’t expect to find you again.”
He dragged his mask off and threw it aside. I couldn’t help but reach up and trace the three tiny wrinkles that formed on the corners of his eyes. They only made him more charming.
“And when you saw me, what did you think?”
He traced my jaw with the back of his hand. “It was as though I was seeing a ghost from my past. A beautiful angel who had decided to finally come back to me.”
I stroked his arms and hands, desperate for any type of contact. He scrunched his eyebrow and shook his head as if trying to clear his head. “What is it you want from me, Sarai? You disappeared so long ago. Why did you come here tonight?” His hold on me slightly tightened as he waited form my answer.
I bit my lip, not knowing how to respond, so I went with the first words that I felt. “I came because…”
“Yes,” he urged.
“I came because I needed to feel once again.”
He growled and stepped back and the words that slipped from his lips only reassured me that this was what I came here looking for.
5
Micah
“Kneel,” I ordered. My command was sharp and my voice irrepressibly eager to defile her.
She obeyed like the natural submissive that she was. I could tell from the moment I approached her how easily she succumbed to me. I knew there was a reason I was pulled to her. The fates wanted me to follow her, she was meant to be mine, she had to be.
“I’m not the man I was before, Angel. I’ve changed. Other things entice me now. Your submission is what I want from you. Do you think you can give me that?”
“God, yes,” she pressed her cheek against my leg and I clenched my jaw as my cock stretched out within its confines. I watched amused as her eyes took me in.
“Do you want to touch me?” My voice was deep, a husky lust lingered in it’s notes.
She nodded, and I tipped her chin up so her eyes met mine. “I want your words, Angel.”
“Y-yes.”
“Sir. You will address me as, Sir.” I caressed her cheek and I could feel her shudder beneath my fingertips. Oh yes, she was perfect.
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed as I played with her bottom lip.
“Good, girl.” I leaned over her and kissed her. A soft kiss. Featherlike touches that promised more and had her parting her lips and nearly begging. I wanted to give it all to her, but restraint was the key to this game. Restraint and the knowledge that by the time I was done with her, she’d be mine completely.
Her whimper was full of need when I pulled back, but I didn’t let it faze me. Her eyelids had fluttered shut, her cheeks flushed, her lips pink and swollen.
“Your cunny lips are going to be just as swollen as this pouty mouth of yours. This, I promise you.”
Her breathing escalated, and as I traced the top curve of her breast, still concealed in her tight black dress making for a delectable view into that deep cavern of sinful décolletage. Fuck, this woman had me throbbing. So sweet yet so dirty, offered to me in a perfect package that I desperately wanted to unwrap. But I had to wait. I had to give her just enough to keep her coming back to me.
Not yet.
Patience.
“Why did you come here? What were you hoping to find?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“You were meant to kneel for me,” I whispered and watched her physically shudder, goosebumps forming along her pretty smooth skin.
“Do you know what it entails to be a submissive?”
“No, Sir.”
“Does it scare you?”
She bit her lip and closed her eyes. “A little, Sir.”
“It should. You don’t enter into this lightly, Angel. It should terrify you.”
“You don’t scare me,” she breathed.
I slid my lips gently over hers, before biting down on her bottom lip, just hard enough for her to whimper. “I will. Because you should know, I want to violate every inch of your body.”
She moaned, and I dipped lower, my tongue tracing along the top curves of her succulent tits. “So fucking edible. Do you want me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I wrapped her long hair around my fist and tugged her head gently back, my left hand wrapping around her neck as she looked up to me. “Good, girl.”
My lips met hers and she sighed sweetly against them, her breasts heaving from the sweet exertion of the kiss. I was barely touching her, yet she was so sensitive that even this slightest pressure could ignite her body. My fingers lingered on her neck, squeezing it gently, just enough so she’d remember who was in control. Her submission was a part of her. It came easily to her, and she obeyed me without even realizing it. I could easily play with her, manipulate her, but where was the fun in that. I wanted to gain her trust, I needed to know that she would do anything I asked of her without any doubt in her mind that I was her dominant. That I was here to do everything to keep her safe and make her happy.
“Why did you come looking for me?”
“I…” She hesitated, and it made me pull away.
“When I ask a question, I expect an honest answer.”
“To escape.”
I circled her, her eyes remained on the ground while I narrowed mine on her. Crouching down before her, I tipped her chin up so she’d look up at me. “Escape from what?”
“My home life. My father.”
I clenched my jaw, wanting to pry for more but knowing my patience would be a huge factor of importance here. “You think you can trust me?”
“Yes, Sir. I know I can.”
“You don’t know me, Sweetheart. You don’t trust those you don’t know. Trust is earned. Always remember that.”
“Yes, Sir. I apologize, Sir.”
I nodded and stood before her, gently caressing her cheek as she looked down at the ground once again. She was so goddamn perfect, it almost hurt to look at her. This was who she was. A woman who needed to know that she was worth the world. My world.
“Stand.”
She immediately obeyed and tangling my hand in her hair, I pulled her head back into my chest trailing my fingertips along her throat. She swallowed nervously and shuddered as my fingers slid along that delicate area.