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DARK MOOD

I uncrossed and crossed my legs again, squeezing them roughly together. I'm so aroused. 

Master knows and smiles. He slides his finger through the raspberry sauce of our dessert and brings His finger to my mouth, His dark gaze locked on my lips.

"Open," He whispers.

I open my mouth and he rubs the syrup over my bottom lip. I know to wait for His command.

Smiling, His beautiful eyes stare into mine. "You're such a good girl. Now, taste." 

I slowly slide my tongue over my bottom lip, intentionally slow and sensual. I know what He's thinking. As the sweet raspberry taste explodes onto my tongue, I close my eyes and moan. I hear his breathing change and I smile inside.

We're in the dimly lit corner of a quiet, elegant restaurant, and I know that we're drawing attention. Master knows, and it's bringing out His inner beast. He loves an audience.

His hand drops to my thigh and slowly slides upward, taking the soft fabric with it. "Did you do as I instructed?" he asks.

"Yes, Master. No panties, no bra." His eyes become dark and stormy. 

He looks down at the necklace he gifted me with earlier. A silver piece with faceted black onyx, it hangs on a long beaded and silver chain. It's beautiful and truly unique. But I know. I know He's going to torture and tease me with this thing. He reaches for it and slides out the long silver cylinder.

"Oh, no Master, please, not here! Can't we go home and play? Please."

I don't know why I bother. I know begging Him not to do something only makes Him determined to do it. He pushes the button on the sleek cylinder and it starts to vibrate in His hand. His smile goes from sensual to sadistic in the blink of an eye. 

He leans in, presses a kiss to my neck, and chills run down my spine.  He whispers in my ear, "You're going to have to be very quiet and discreet." Then He nips my earlobe with his perfect teeth and growls "Now, spread your legs, Beauty."

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THE PARTY ...

As I walked thru the party, chatting with friends and family, I received so many compliments on my new collar and cuffs. Even my father commented on them. (Mercy, if Dad only knew Sir's collar was locked in the back, lol).

No one knew.

Later, as we danced, Sir, whispered in my ear, "You look stunning, little one. It's too bad I'm going to destroy that pretty silk blouse." He chuckled as a shiver ran through me. Gently nipping my ear with his teeth, Sir said, "Oh, did I mention that I also ordered a leash, and that flogger? I had it monogrammed 'brat'."

Uh-oh.

  

The cold winds caused her to shiver. Or 

maybe it was the predatory look in his eyes. He stood at the edge of the sea, staring up at her standing on the cliffs.

A true warrior. Big and powerful. Dangerous. Handsome as the devil himself.

Run, her mind screamed.

Yet all she could do was stand frozen in place, held captive by his icy blue stare.

He lifted his arm, silver sparkling on his hand and wrist. Pointing toward where she stood, his lips lifted in a purely evil smile.

Speaking to the men around him, he command,"Bring the girl to me."