Darkest Desires, part 3 – Wood

Here’s part 3 for my ‘Darkest Desires’ short story series and it surrounds the element of wood. Read Part 1 – Fire and Part 2 – Water first if you haven’t yet.

WARNING: Graphic sexual content. And for reference, I continue to use Tom Payne as my fantasy man in this story. And please, do not attempt this at home. I can’t stress enough that this is FICTION.

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My phone vibrated gently in my pocket. It was a message from Him.

“When you are home, strip naked and come to the playroom. I’m in the mood today.”

I shivered. Half in arousal, half in fear. Cos I didn’t know exactly which mood he was in. I hurried home and did as I was told. I took off all of my clothes and fold them into a neat pile on the sofa before tippy-toeing to our playroom. I didn’t know why I was being extra quiet like I was hiding or something. Which was ridiculous cos, of course, he would be waiting in the playroom already. I opened the door softly and poked my head inside. Yup, there he was, sitting in the large leather armchair at the back of the room. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only dark blue jeans, reading a book and didn’t look up to look at me although I was sure he could hear me come in, closing the door quietly behind me. I leaned back against the door, looking at his reading form. Then I decided to go to him. But before I could take a second step, I heard his voice: “Stop.” Stern and cold. I stopped in my track and looked at him for further direction. He took his time to finish reading, closed the book, taking off his glasses, he finally looked at me. When our eyes met, I gulped involuntarily. His ice-blue eyes were a few shades darker than usual, like black ice. He was in the sadist mood…

He snapped his fingers, drawing my attention to his right hand and I saw his finger pointing to the floor. I immediately dropped to my knees, my eyes downcast, the picture of surrender. We had a very playful relationship, but whenever he was in the sadist mood, I knew being bratty would only earn me more pain, and not necessarily pain that I liked. There were moments that being 100% obedient was only smart. I knew when to be a good girl after all.

Darkest Desires, part 2 – Water

Just a few days ago, I came up with the idea of making that little naughty story ‘Darkest Desires‘ into a mini-series of naughty stories and I decided to tie them together with the five elements. I’m not talking about the classical elements of fire, water, earth and air, I’m talking about the Asian five elements which better suit the purpose of writing kinky stories out of them. They are fire, water, metal, wood and earth. So yes, it’s going to be a 5-part-story. The first part about branding is of course fire. The theme of today’s story is water. I hope you enjoy. 🙂

WARNING: Graphic sexual content. And for reference, I continue to use Tom Payne as my fantasy man in this story. And please, do not attempt this at home. I can’t stress enough that this is FICTION.

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I sat by his feet on the sofa, restless and watching him, stretched out on the sofa with his laptop on his lap, typing fast. I was feeling annoyed cos it was Sunday funday but he is working and ignoring me. I pulled my legs up the sofa, went on all fours and started crawling up his legs until I was looking at him over his computer screen. He glanced up at me over his glasses but didn’t slow his typing.

“Sorry, kit. I know it’s Sunday. Give me a second,” he mumbled amongst his typing.

“That’s what you said two hours ago!” I exclaimed impatiently.

“Mmhmm,” he made a sound that suggested he heard nothing that I said. I got even more annoyed at that, and decided to get his attention no matter what. I jumped up from the sofa and marched determinedly to our wifi router. I know he is writing something online, so he can’t do anything without wifi. I turned off the router and waited for him to notice.

The typing stopped, and he finally looked up. When he saw me standing with my arms crossed next to the router, he frowned in my direction. “Turn the wifi back on, I’m almost done I swear,” he said, slightly annoyed now.

“No.” I simply said, not breaking eye contact. His eyes narrowed at my defiance, the next sentence came out as a clear command: “On. Right. Now.”

My fingers twitched at that. The urge to obey his direct commands are always as overwhelming, but the brat is out full force now, and it’s all or nothing. Instead of turning the router back on, I did the exact opposite. I ripped out the power cord from the device and held it behind my back. He let out a deep sigh, closing his laptop, and took off his glasses and put it all on the coffee table. When he stood up straight to his 6’3 height and his eyes met mine again across the living-room, a cold shiver went down my spine. His eyes turned from the regular icy blue into the darker shade of stormy sea. I took an involuntary step back, someone’s beast is out to play.

Darkest Desires, part 1 – Fire

WARNING: Graphic sexual content. And for reference, I used Tom Payne as my fantasy man in this story. Thank me later, ladies. And please, do not attempt this at home. I can’t stress enough that this is FICTION.

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The stone floor felt cold underneath my bare feet, sending shivers up my spine. I stood naked facing him, my nipples erect from the chill in the room. Despite the heat coming from the fireplace, the reality of what we are about to do gives me goosebumps. He saw me shivering and his hand twitched as if he wanted to warm me up with his hands all over me but he stopped himself from making a move. Instead, he let the tension between us build further while we were waiting for the fire to get hotter. The cold in the room didn’t seem to affect his naked body at all, he seemed to be a lot more relaxed and at ease than I was. He had tied his shoulder-length hair up out of the way, his full beard freshly trimmed. He wasn’t exactly smiling but there was amusement in his icy blue eyes. He seemed to be enjoying the fact that I was a little scared. After all, it was my idea. I didn’t like the idea of wearing a collar and neither did he. Yes, he wanted the world to know that I belong to him, but he also wanted something to show that he is mine too. We could have added to the collection of our existing tattoos but it didn’t feel right. We wanted something more… intimate.

“It’s not too late to chicken out, kit.”

His voice jerked me out of my musings. ‘Kit’, baby fox, his nickname for me, whenever I was being a brat or a baby. His eyes sparkled, a small smile played on his lips, him knowing full well I would never back out of something just because I was scared. I know it was his way to relax me, and it worked. “Never,” I said defiantly, looking up to him with my chin held up high. He suddenly stepped forward, closing the distance between us, grabbing my hair from behind my head and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I was getting goosebumps from a whole different reason now when I felt his other hand grabbing my throat, tightly choking me while tilting my head upward for him to deepen the kiss. The lack of oxygen started affecting my body, both of my hands were tingling, and a moan of pleasure escaped me. “Maybe he wanted to fuck me before the ritual…” I thought wistfully.

As soon as the kiss and the choking began, he stopped, pulling my head back from hair while he leaned in and whispered next to my ear: “Not yet.” I let out the breath I was holding, slightly flustered from the aggressive kiss and light-headed when the blood flowed through my limbs again. He held my hair for a while longer until he was sure I could stand upright by myself before letting me go completely. I followed him with my eyes when he walked to the fireplace to check on the iron. He made it himself, a simple design of a near-perfect circle. A slight tremble went through me when he pulled the bright red circle out of the fire and put it on the table next to me. I could almost feel the high heat radiating from it.

He walked back to me, pulled a chair and sat down next to the table. He held out his hand and I took it and he pulled me to sit on his lap facing him. He gave me a gentle peck on the side of my lips, making me smile. “Ready?” he asked and I nodded once. He pulled me closer to him by my waist, our chest flushed against each other. He took my right hand with his left, our fingers entwined. He stretched our hands straight out, like we were going tango instead of something crazy. Our faces were so close that our noses were touching. All I could see was the icy blue of his eyes and I held his gaze. Our forearms were now right above the metal circle, now I could feel its heat. My heart was beating faster than I’ve ever felt it did, and he lowered our out-stretched arms in one determined motion onto the red-hot circle.

I expected a loud sizzling sound like when a steak hits the pan, but instead I could only hear ringing in my ears. Then the searing pain finally registered and I couldn’t hold in the screams. I felt his grip on my hand tightening, preventing me from moving too much and messing up the branding. He didn’t make a sound although I could see from his eyes that it didn’t hurt any less for him. The pain stretched a few seconds into a small eternity and when I’ve gathered my wits again, he was already gently applying salve onto my arm and wrapping it up securely. My eyes fixated on his brand when he applied salve onto his own arm. It was a half circle, angry red and painful looking… but somehow it looked perfect. I absent-mindedly touched my bandaged arm with my left hand, ignoring the intense throbbing pain. Mine must also look as perfect.

After taking care of us both, he came and kissed my cheeks, wiping my face with his hand and upon contact I felt wetness on my face. I didn’t realize I cried. He led me to our bed and gently placed me on it on my back. He climbed on top of me, hovering and gingerly placing my branded arm resting on the side. “Now you will always be mine,” he said, his voice quiet and hoarse. I raised my hand and touched his face, holding his gaze I whispered: “I was yours the moment I met you.” He turned his head to kiss my palm, tenderness evident on his face.

Then that glint returned to his eyes, and I knew the time of gentleness was temporarily over. He leaned down, putting almost all his weight on me, his bandaged arm on top of mine, our hands clasping together again. I could feel his hard erection between my thighs, the tip of his penis propped against my entrance, unmoving but demanding. His free hand snaked under my neck, pulling me in and kissing me with bruising force. At the same time he thrust forward, his whole length entering me with little resistance. When he released my mouth to let me breath, I was panting hard from both the kiss and his slow but powerful thrusts, each of them hitting my cervix. I felt my eyes rolling back in my head a bit, me getting completely drunk on the sensations his cock was creating in my pussy.

His whole weight was on me now, his head nuzzling and nibbling at my neck, him keeping pace. Then he pressed my arm down against the mattress, the almost forgotten pain of the fresh branding returning in full. I screamed out loud, all the while feeling my muscles tightening around his cock, pain doing its job to make me impossibly wetter and hornier. I more felt than heard his growl against my neck from the sensation, this deep rumble deep from his chest and he increased the pace of his thrusts. I felt his cock getting even bigger inside of me, and I knew he was close to climax. I turned my head slightly away from him, further exposing my neck for him, a sign of submission that sometimes was all it took to push him over the edge. This time was no exception. A few moments more of savage plunges, he came into me and he bit down hard on the spot that neck met the shoulder, almost breaking the skin.

Not long after that, we were about to pass out. Our limbs were all intertwined, my right hand still locked with his left hand, and we fell asleep more blissfully than ever before, safe and marked as belonging to each other.

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Hope you enjoyed this slightly cheesy story. I’ve wanted to write about dark desires for a while now, I’m attempting to write about some of my own darkest desires in a way that I see them. Branding can be seen as a bit too intense, but I somehow see it as romantic when both do it. I’ve no knowledge of the actual branding process, this was a highly romanticized version of it. I initially planned to jam pack all of my darker desires into this post but this got a bit too long just with the branding… so I don’t know, maybe I will write more of these in the future. We shall see.

This is going to be the last Kinky Wednesday in a while since when December comes, it’s going to be kinky advent calendar time! So until then, stay kinky! 😉

Halloween Special Short Story, Part 3 – Choke

Warning: Short story’s consist of graphic sexual content. Read part 1 and part 2 first.

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Choke

I was obedient long enough to earn lights and TV to the little room, but the electricity would still be cut off whenever he brought me meals or just to visit. So no matter how close the man and I became by knowing each other’s bodies almost too well, I still didn’t know what he looked like. And the longer I was being imprisoned, the more I found myself fantasizing his mysterious face. Would he be ugly? He gotta be, right? Why else would he be doing this instead of getting women in the ‘normal’ way? Or was it all just for thrills? What color his eyes might be? Would he look cruel or friendly? Would it match his commanding and calm voice?

I found my musings so very pointless. If all went according to the plan, I would earn the ultimate reward and I would ask to be let go. And that would only work if I didn’t find out what he looked like, he would never take a risk to be caught by showing his face. But it was easier said than done. You try to not think what the man looked like, the man who became your whole world, with or without your consent. The truth was, my body was first to yield to him, and lately I’ve found my mind becoming more and more his. I wanted to get to know him, I wanted to see him… such dangerous thoughts. It must’ve been just Stockholm syndrome talking in my head.

Halloween Special Short Story, Part 2 – Corrupt

Read part 1 here. Warning: the following short story fall under the category of erotic horror and it’s consist of graphic sexual content.

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Corrupt

After that first night, my captor hasn’t touched me. In fact, he only came into the room he kept me three times a day, bringing me food and water. The room I was being kept wasn’t big, it has an old bed in the middle of the room and had an adjoining small bathroom and that was pretty much it. It didn’t have any windows, so I was pretty sure it was underground. The room was kept dark all the time, with small amount of light seeping through beneath the door from whatever was on the other side of the door. He took off the blindfold from my eyes but for me it was just the same, there was never enough light to see his face or much anything else. My ankle was shackled with chains to the steel frame bed that was bolted to the concrete wall, and it was just long enough for me to reach the bathroom but not quite reaching the door.

I lost track of time. The only reference was the meals, the day is over after the third meal. At first I tried to keep track of how many days I was kept prisoner, but finally I lost count after dozen or so. First few days, I completely freaked out whenever he entered the room, thinking that he came to do a repeat of the first night. Gradually, my uncontrollable fear towards him lessened. First, fear turned into rage, and I tried to attack him once when he brought me my food. With all my might, I attempted to punch him in the face, missing the center of his face and hurting my own wrist in the process. He didn’t retaliate, at least not physically. He just didn’t bring me any food or water for a long long time, so long that when he finally brought me a bottle of water, I hardly had the strength to lift the bottle. I gave up fighting, deciding that to survive, I needed to have my strength.