What Happens in the Dark

Chapter Six

It was well after midnight before Draven came into my room. The house was quiet as a mouse and pitch black dark.

I hadn't bothered to lay in my underwear this time. Instead, I was utterly nude, the cool sheets whispering over my overheated skin. I was ready for punishment, anticipating it since I heard everyone settling down and going to bed. I had been waiting for over an hour for him, and I was getting rather anxious.

I craved his company as much as his dominance at times, and this deprivation made it all the more stark for me. The waiting for the torture was just as agonizing as receiving, I learned that night as I waited for him. He'd never made me wait this long. It made me question whether I would risk rebelling against him again, though I knew it was in my nature to be as defiant as submissive at times. Masochism at its finest, I supposed.

When he finally crept into my room, I breathed out a sigh of relief, only slightly mortified at this dependency I was quickly forming.

I felt him approaching, and instead of shedding his clothes like usual, he set something down on my nightstand heavily. I heard a flick of something, then a small ember of light flooded the room. A candle, I realized, as he lit it, then set the lighter beside it.

He turned towards me and paused briefly. By his appreciative gaze, I knew that he wasn't expecting me to be naked. "Are you that desperate for the punishment to begin?" He taunted, carefully getting on the bed without touching me. He propped himself by his knees, a fist balled on either side of my spread legs. He looked like a work of perfectly sculpted architecture under the orange light of the candle.

In answer, I arched my back to his caressing gaze, already desperate as he said. I wasn't going to hide it one bit from him.

"God, yes. I want it, Master." My voice was almost whiny, and I couldn't bring myself to give one single fuck.

I was soaking and he hadn't even had to touch me, the arousal coursing out of me like a leisure waterfall. If a waterfall could even be considered leisure.

Draven let his eyes roam me for endless minutes while I trembled in anticipation. His progression to make contact was so slow, so controlled that I wanted to sob already. I didn't want to wait anymore.

"Please," I finally begged in a breathless voice.

Only then did he finally touch me, but it was an idle touch along my arm. He used the tips of his fingers to lightly run along the skin of my arm, making me shiver, my nipples hardening before his hungry gaze.

He watched the progression with a carnal desire that even I could see flare. It was positively intoxicating.

Besides that one small touch, he didn't tease me further. Well, not in that way at least. Before I could snuff out his intent, he was between my legs and eating me out. It wasn't anything like his fingertips. No, he went full powerhouse, flicking his tongue so fast I felt myself vibrate with the friction.

A startled moan flew past my lips and he looked up at me. He lifted his chin ever so slightly and I whined at the loss of stimulation. "No," I croaked weakly.

Maintaining eye contact, he pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and handed it to me. "Stuff that in your mouth, and until I say so, try not to make a sound. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Use your words, Darling."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good." He went back to licking me like a vibrator and I promptly balled the handkerchief and forced it into my mouth, my body falling back from where I had slightly lifted it.