Charisma Knight's MY DARK LORD AND MASTEREver wonder what dreams and fantasies are made of? Some believe one mirrors the other. Perhaps a fantasy is based upon a dream you had one restless night. Maybe a dream, once a fantasy has presented itself to you in the form of a half man, half beast, conjured by the darkest depths of your imagination.
Once manifestation has occurred, how will you react when your dark Lord and Master projects you into his domain, placing his mark upon you for all eternity? When it is all said and done, would you regret the strong power of imagination?
Stories in this compilation of XoXo Publishing authors include: Sandy Sullivan - Cat On The Prowl, William Edmund III - Dare I Speculate, Layla Hunter - Dark Desire, Saydi Raen - Kalib's Guardian, Brianna Martini - Halloween Hell, Timothy Spearman - Mark of the Beast, Charisma Knight - My Dark Lord and Master, Sherri Good - The Power Of Magic, Raven Lynx - Poems of Halloween, and Marianne Stephens - Halloween Wish.
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I imagine your voice as a sexy whisper, with heated breath against my neck as you ask, “Will you be my submissive?”
“Oh, fuck yeah!” I scream in my aroused state.
Now I have totally relinquished any self-control I thought I possessed, early on before I came to know you in this way. Is it so easy to believe how this fierce imagination of mine has me panting with desire for you? My desire for you has entombed my mortal soul.
“Yes, I will be your submissive, Master,” I say, my voicing quivering in need. “Take these cuffs and these chains, and bind me. Spread me wide on your bed, and take it all—take everything I offer so freely to you, for in these brief moments during the day, I belong to you, temporarily."
“Are you sure?” You ask, lust filling your eyes. “For once we travel down this path, there is no return. Do you understand love?”
“Yes, my deliciously sweet, dark, handsome master from across the sea. Take me, I beg of thee, take me and do what you will."
I close my eyes and wish—wish, pray, and plead until my dark master appears to me, not just as a spirit but as a flesh and blood man. The power of my darkest desires is enough to summon him.
Now, you are here and you tower above me. Without a word you take me in your strong embrace, carrying me a thousand miles from my homeland. Over the shores made of gold and sea of turquoise blue, we fly over the Serbian mountains. My life flashes before my eyes, and for now, we are the only beings existing in this world.
My eyes close for long enough to be surprised when I open them again in time to see a huge four- post bed. Gently, you lay me onto the soft fur pelts.
I want to escape, but I don’t ever want be free and I know I have given my consent to anything my master wishes to do to me. You give me a smile, exciting me while turning my blood ice cold. I shudder as your large hands pull at the sheer silk fabric of my dress and in within seconds you have stripped me naked before you.
I quiver with desire as you run your fingers over my stiff nipples and twist each one. God, you know I want you to suck on them and you don’t disappoint, you never do.
Moans escape my lips as your mouth and teeth explore my diamond hard nubs. You run a finger across my labia and your dark smile deepens at the wetness you have provoked.
With an urgent move, you push me back onto the bed. My breathing is shallow and erratic. From nowhere you produce a length of thick black rope and I struggle in vain, even though I know you are too strong and my resistance would be for naught.
Laughing, a deep, dark laugh, you spread me wide on the bed so I’m helpless and vulnerable to you.
“Master, please.” The words are mangled, and anticipation possesses me like a dark veil. I grit my teeth and my breathing is labored as I feel the heat of your hands.
“There will be no begging tonight. You are mine, at last.” A maniacal laugh fills me with dread, and a strong desire I cannot comprehend. My eyes are glued to you as you begin to undress.
“Master.” I murmur once more.
You place a lone finger against sensuous lips and say; “Shhh. Say no more woman." A shiver runs down my spine, because I could have sworn I saw flames dancing in your dark eyes.
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