Intense desire, more powerful than ever before surged hotly from deep inside me.
The candlelight flared, hot and bright until it consumed everything. Nothing else mattered but the fire and my passionate desire for more.
I screamed, my pleasure igniting just as the flames brushed against my nipples and I shattered into a million pieces.
* * *
The next time I woke, I found myself in a new place entirely.
Hesitantly, I opened my eyes, expecting to find myself in heaven or in another of Markos’ dungeons. No longer was I surrounded by domed walls lined with red candles. Instead, I was kneeling, my wrists bound behind my back in a lavishly decorated boudoir. Beneath my knees was a soft, dark red rug and I was grateful for it. To my right was a massive bed, lined with plush scarlet velvet quilts and a tremendous number of soft, fluffy pillows. I longed to lie there and sleep for the rest of my days, but I wasn’t going to be so lucky.
I looked out the window and only saw the night sky. Outside, stars sparkled brightly. It felt almost tranquil, but the anxious feeling in my belly told me anything but.
I gazed down at my body, surprised to find myself naked once more. My legs were wrapped with black rope, tied together tight enough that it left me with little hope of being able to stand and run away. I couldn’t even walk over to the bed if I wanted to.
My breasts felt sore, but upon further inspection, looked entirely normal. I narrowed my eyes in confusion. I couldn’t quite remember what had happened to them, but I felt as though I recalled searing, burning heat.
My memory felt fractured.
What was happening to me? Was I suffering from more visions? Had the doctors taken me and forced more medication into my system? Was I dreaming?
Question after question swirled through my mind, only stopping when I heard footsteps outside of the door to the bedroom. Swallowing nervously, I turned my head and watched as the heavy, carved wood swung open.
Markos walked inside.
My naked body yearned for his touch. With just his presence alone, my nipples peaked, and I felt my pussy become slick with arousal. It was almost like some ancient, powerful magic. My muscles clenched tightly, nervously awaiting what he was going to do to me next.
He stared at me hard and I dropped my eyes, only to see the firm bulge of his cock in his pants hardening before my eyes. As much as I wanted him, he wanted me too.
“You’ve been a good little girl, Kassandra. I’m thinking perhaps I should reward you,” he said, and I raised my gaze hopefully. Licking my lips, I held onto the hope that maybe he would untie me, throw me down on the bed, and fuck me until I was senseless with pleasure.
“Such a pretty mouth,” he mused, and I began to grow uneasy. Chewing on my lower lip, I watched him with trepidation as he moved closer. Dressed in a black button-down shirt with gray slacks, he looked as powerful as I knew him to be. Under those clothes though, I knew he harbored a darkness that only I could satisfy.
He scrutinized my body as he approached me, reaching for my chin and tracing his thumb over the wetness on my lips. He squeezed gently, and I opened my mouth obediently.
“It’s time I took this mouth of yours and marked it as mine,” he said quietly, and I shivered at the dark promise in his tone. I wanted to ask what he meant, but I couldn’t figure out how to make my voice work as I wanted.
Then he dropped his hold on my face, instead, bringing his fingers to the button on his pants. I watched slowly as he undid them, feeling heat pool between my thighs. I shifted, restless and needy. Next, he gripped the head of his zipper and dragged it down, the sound lurid to my ears. I trembled slightly.
Pushing his slacks out of the way, he revealed his cock to my view. It was larger than before and quite a bit longer, but I no longer trusted my memory anymore. Still, I gazed at his girth nervously, wondering what he was going to do next.
I licked my lips again.
Suddenly, I longed to taste him. I hungered for him.
I looked up at him and he stared down at me expectantly. He waited, making me feel small and submissive.
Slowly, I opened my mouth, all the while keeping his gaze captured in mine. When he nodded curtly and a tiny smirk edged at the corner of his lips, I knew I had done what he expected of me.
“Good girl,” he replied, and my insides fluttered with excitement.
His hips angled forward slightly, and the head of his cock grazed against my tongue. I leaned forward, immediately ravenous for his length. Curling my tongue, I ran it up and down his shaft and was rewarded with the sound of his heavy sigh. His cock throbbed in my mouth and I tightened my lips around his girth, seduced by his dark pleasures. His fingertips brushed my hair behind my ears, his tenderness cracking a fissure in my heart.
Dutifully, I began to suck his cock.
At first, his hips pumped back and forth with a certain gentleness and I reveled in it, but as more time went by, the more forceful he became. His fing
ers, once soft against my cheek, moved to grasp the hair at the base of my scalp, pulling harshly as he demanded my full and complete obedience. It had begun by taking my mouth and assuring my compliance to the hard use of one of my holes. He showed no mercy.