Spanish Whispers
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Dark Whispers
She woke with a start from a dream-filled sleep. She dreamed that she had been tied to her bed, naked and blindfolded while a stranger whispered forbidden things in her ear.
She sighed, trying to forget the way He had made her feel as she opened her eyes? and saw nothing. Taking a deep breath, she tried to roll over onto her back and realized she couldn’t.
Panic started to set in as she yanked hard at the bindings at her wrists and ankles, and cried out in alarm.
?Silence, slave.?
She froze instantly. It was Him, the deep voice from her dream. The dark whisper that seemed to travel over her skin like a caress, but this wasn’t a dream. HE wasn’t a dream.
?Who are?? her question was cut off by the sharp slap of a hand on her rear. She gasped from the pain as another slap was delivered.
She felt the bed dip with his weight and shivered as his warm breath hit her ear, ?You will not speak unless ordered to. You are My slave to do with as I will. When I address you, you will address Me as Master. Do you understand??
He never raised His voice, nor did He have to. The command was there as well as was the promise of punishment behind it.
Despite her better judgment, she protested. Yanking at her bindings hard enough to make the bed rattle, ?What are you?? she was cut off again as His hand returned to her rear.
Even through her fear, she realized that, though the spanking hurt, He was not using brutal force. After each slap, His hand would caress her bottom before the next blow. She began to relax under his touch feeling the tingling in her cheeks spread to other sensitive areas.
?Do you understand, slave?? he repeated, and still caressing her rear.
?Yes, Master.?
His hands moved up her back, His fingernails tracing patterns into her skin, making her shiver.
?I’m going to release you,? He whispered, ?You are to turn over then remain still.?
?Yes, Master,? she replied softly. For a second she thought of trying to escape, but thought better of it. For one: she didn’t know what His build was, but He sounded as if He could overpower her easily. For two: she no longer felt afraid. If he had wanted to hurt her, He would have done so already.
As soon as he released her bonds, she did exactly as He instructed, rolling to her back, then lying still awaiting that dark velvet soft whisper.
She felt Him restrain her hands above her head as He chuckled softly, ?You dirty girl, not even a whimper of protest? You want this don’t you??
She did want it, she thought as her legs were pulled up and far apart leaving her private areas exposed and wet as well as leaving her bottom once again exposed.
His fingers traced over her skin, starting at her face and slowly working His way down. She could hear her breath catch as his fingers moved over her neck to her breasts. She gasped as His fingernail scraped over her already hard nipple. Her backed arched up, her body craving more of his touch.
?Naughty little slut,? he rasped, making her face flame red. ?So hungry, so horny and ready for the first man to tie you down and take you.?
She felt her humiliation grow as he once again delivered blows to her rear, followed by the strangely erotic caresses. His words had embarrassed her, but she couldn’t deny them. She wanted this, but not just any man, she wanted Him. More than humiliate her, His words had turned her on even more. She began to moan after each smack of His hand and moving her hips with each caress.
His hands moved back to her breasts, kneading and squeezing them. She felt His hair brush her chest just before she felt His teeth scraping her nipple, nibbling just enough to make her cry out in pleasure/pain. As His teeth nipped at her, His hands began moving down her belly to her dripping wet pussy. She shivered in anticipation, moving her hips restlessly, and then whimpering in protest when His hand stopped just a hairs breath from where she needed Him most.
She felt the bed move again as He moved away, then dip again as he returned. She felt something press against her lips and opened them instinctively, then moaned as his penis entered her mouth and retreated. She moved her head as best she could trying to take as much of his hard cock as she could.
He moaned softly, gripping her hair to help her deep throat Him. With His other hand he traced the lips of her pussy. ?I will touch you little one, but you must keep sucking My cock at all times. If you stop, I stop. Understand??
She couldn’t speak so she moaned around His cock and continued sucking on Him, swirling her tongue around the head. At the first touch of his fingertips on her clit, she gasped but continued her teasing of his cock. He worked her expertly, as if he knew exactly how to touch her and just how much pressure to use. She could feel herself getting closer and moaned loudly, letting His penis fall from her mouth. Immediately he stopped and she cried out in protest.
?Please?? she began, but His hand slapped her pussy lips, hard enough to hurt but also sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She stuck her tongue out blindly, trying to find his cock. Only when she had Him back in her mouth, sucking on Him hard, did He continue touching her. Though her ministrations became more frantic, His touches stayed controlled. The only evidence she had that she was driving Him as crazy as He was driving her, was the fact that whenever she moaned, His cock jerked inside her mouth.
Once again she got close to coming and tried her best to keep sucking on Him, but once again she couldn’t though she managed to keep her mouth on Him. He slowed His touch this time, tracing around her clit but never touching directly or with the pressure she needed.
This continued 4 other times, every time she was close, she just couldn’t keep sucking on Him and breath, and every time she stopped sucking even for a second, He would stop touching her. By the end of the 4th time, she was so sexually frustrated tears were running down her face and she was begging to come while still sucking on his cock.
He chuckled again, ?Such a horny girl. How bad do you want to come for your Master? Tell me and I might let you.?
He didn’t stop touching her, but also never gave her the touch she needed to come. ?Pleaseeeee Master,? she begged shamelessly, ?Please let me come Master!?
He said nothing, just put direct pressure on her clit sending her into a mind shattering orgasm. And He didn’t stop, she felt His fingers slide into her as the others continued rub her clit. She gasped and moaned, fighting not to scream as the pleasure started to become too much. Fighting to move her hips away from him to stop the pleasure and catch her breath.
?You will come for me again.? He demanded softly, moving his fingers inside her, stimulating her g-spot.
She had never achieved multiple orgasms before, thought herself incapable of it. But with Him she did. She screamed as a second orgasm ripped through her, even more powerful than the first. Her breathing was becoming more erratic, her heart beat was pounding in her ears. She had never felt pleasure like this before, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Still He didn’t stop, His fingers slowed on her clit but the fingers inside pounded in and out of her.
She felt something she had never felt before, an intense pressure that almost felt like? she began to panic, whimpering and trying to get away.
She felt His hand move away from her clit, then felt those fingers smoothing back her hair. His voice was once again close to her ear, ?It’s alright little one, just let go. Don’t fight it.?
His voice relaxed her as nothing else could, then she just let go. Her whole body went rigid and she let out a horse scream as she squirted for the first time. Before she could stop her body jerking, or even catch her breath, she felt Him move again. His fingers were removed and she felt his large erection pressing into her. She screamed as yet another orgasm went through her as he entered her in one thrust, stretching her wide. She could do nothing but match his thrusts as he pounded into her roughly. Stars winked behind her eyes as her body kept coming around His cock, squeezing him tight. She heard His harsh moaning in her ear and felt his seed spurt inside of her.
He stayed on top of her for a long time. Whispering calming words into her ear as their breathing returned to normal.
Once again she felt the bed move as He left, then she felt a cool damp rag gently clean her of their combined juices. Her bindings were removed quickly, and she stretched her muscles gratefully. The blindfold was the last thing to go, and she blinked quickly bringing her Master’s handsome face into focus.
Sleep was coming on her quickly, and she got comfortable on her side, as He tucked her in close to His body, wrapping His arms tight around her.
The last thing she remembered was His voice once again whispering in her ear, ?Get some rest, Arianna. Tomorrow night, we do your fantasy.?
She fell asleep with a smile on her face, ?Goodnight, Brannon.?
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"I'm not pretty, not a bit-- Thin and sallow-pale; When I trudge along the street I don't need a veil: Yet I have one fancy hit. Jess and Jill can trill and sing With a flute-like voice, Dance as light as bird on wing, Laugh for careless joys: Yet it's I who wear the ring." -Christina Rossetti, A Ring Posy With an awkward jolt, eyes wild, visage pained, the Darkbitch awakened and searched frantically among the tangle of bodies scattered around the huge, disarrayed, semiunduvetted...
"Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie." -Edgar Allan Poe, The City in the Sea It was hard to see the faint reflection of her face in the window...
"Justice with change of interest learns to bow, And what was merit once is murder now: Actions receive their tincture from the times, And as they change, are virtues made or crimes." -Daniel Defoe, A Hymn to the Pillory Each section of the patchwork school building that constituted Darkbitch Academy started classes at a different time. The area where Miss Rhea was rather roughly dragging her student Amy to the nurses' office would soon be filled with a bustle of happy, shapely,...
"Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange." -William Shakespeare, The Tempest As she recovered her balance from Miss Rhea's rude shove inside, Amy cast a slightly bewildered gaze around the Nurses' Office. During orientation, Lady Akiko had discussed it only in vague generalities. Among the students it was the subject of various...
"It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within." -Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode Crouched within a coppice next to the palace, a blue-haired girl tensely waited. Her deep cerulean eyes slowly and methodically scanned the scene before her, betraying absolutely no emotion. The scene reflected in them was static: the hulking...
_"Wild roses from the plains, that made hearts tender, All the funny circus silks Of politics unfurled, Bartlett pears of romance that were honey at the cores, And torchlights down the street, to the end of the world." -Vachel Lindsay, _Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan_ Jade staggered backwards, slack-jawed, staring blankly, pushed into near catatonia by the sudden memory of her sin. She had been the cause of the Darkbitch's justified anger, and she had directed it onto an innocent boy...
Jonathan I'm following Alex in her little sports car, and envying her for the wind in her hair. Amongst this old Escort's many problems, it doesn't have air conditioning, so the east Texas heat is pretty sweltering inside the car, even with all the windows down. Within a few minutes, we're back in the residential area I'd passed through an hour ago. Alex is going much slower, which I'm thankful for. I know my controlling tendencies would have me twitching and frustrated if she were...
Alexis I'm above him, my hips are moving against his body, the light glistening on his stomach. But my eyes are staring into his—his dark sad eyes. They don't look sad now though. They're burning into my soul. What's that look? Hunger? Desire? My body aches so good, and I throw my head back groaning. It's early, but I need to be back at Ray's by eight. I groan and rub the sleep out of my eyes and allow Death Cab to serenade me awake. "Yeah," I grumble. "I'd follow him into the...
Jonathan I'm trying not to get frustrated, but it's hard when you're used to people being on time. I can't remember the last time someone was late to meet me. Generally, people who are late to meet me get fired—unless they have a really good excuse, even then, I check up on their excuse. I guess it's part of my controlling nature. I'm trying to change though. So when I see my beat up Ford driving up, I force a few deep breaths, exhaling slowly through my nose. It works, calming me...