Chapter 13

Luna

The water lapped at my skin, Master’s hands carefully massaging the shampoo into my scalp as I relaxed in the steaming bath. The water ran red with the blood he had washed from my skin.

“Lay back, ma chère ,” he whispered lightly in my ear, guiding my head back as he poured clean water over my scalp, rinsing the suds away.

“I did it, Master,” I whispered, the reality of what I had done settling over me.

“You did, ma chère . And they shall never harm you again. I will not allow it.” His voice turned dark, growling the last words as his fingertips dug into my scalp just a little deeper. “No one shall harm my dark moon ever again.”?

His possessive tone wrapped around me like a warm blanket, cocooning me in his protective, powerful embrace.

“People will hurt me, Master. It is part of life.” I let my fingers glide through the hot water, letting it soothe me, even as I spoke the truth.

His fingers twisted in my wet tresses, tugging sharply as I gasped.

“No!” he barked, leaning down close to my ear. “No one. No one shall harm my dark moon. Do you hear me?” His possession of me settled over me, letting my mind sink into his power and wiping away any worry or doubt from my mind. I nodded my silent agreement.

His hand stayed tangled in my hair, holding me firmly just above the water’s surface as a soft cloth ran over my shoulders. His touch was both sharp and soft at the same time. The juxtaposition befuddled my mind, helping me sink into his control until my only thought was of him.

My Bash.

My Master.

Once I had arrived safely back at le Désir Mystique, Master had ended his direct control over my body. However, I did not need that magic any longer to be under his spell. Fully and completely, I allowed myself to succumb to his power.

The cloth ran over my breasts, caressing my body with tenderness. Then the cloth fell away, and the pads of his fingers brushed over my nipples until they formed stiff peaks, aroused at the lightest of his touches. He moved around the claw-footed copper tub, and our eyes met for a moment before mine fluttered closed.

Hand still wrapped tightly in my hair, his other hand moved down my body, over the soft curves of my stomach until he found my pussy. A lone fingertip ran along the seam, pressing lightly until he found the swollen flesh of my clit.

Gasping lightly, my eyes popped open, finding his vibrant green eyes on mine.

“Spread your legs, ma chère .”?

I obeyed without thought, my legs parting in the water, only slightly as there was little room.

“Hook your legs over the sides of the tub.”?

The water sloshed as I obeyed, the cold air of his home above the shop making goosebumps erupt over my skin. My folds parted under his touch, two of his fingers spreading me wide and tilting my hips just enough that my pussy breached the water’s surface.

His fingertips pulled, moving the hood of my clit back away from the tender bundle of nerves beneath, allowing the water to lap at it.

I whined, shifting my hips, searching for more pleasure.

“What do you want, my dark moon?” he whispered, my mind spinning under his control.

“I want to cum, Master. Please, make me cum.”?

“Be more specific.”?

“I don’t care how. Just make me cum, please!” I debased myself, begging for the pleasure that only he could give.

“You should know better than to give me that kind of power, ma chère ,” he chuckled darkly.

His fingers moved lower, teasing my entrance before slipping two fingers inside of me. I groaned, my back arching as his fingers deftly found my g-spot, pressing against it until I saw stars.

Two fingers became three, stretching me slowly, methodically.

Three became four, just barely pressing inside me as my body worked to stretch around him.

“It’s too much. Please, no!” I begged, the stretch providing pain with the pleasure. My mind spun with the duality of sensation. Pain from his stretching, questing fingers. Pleasure from the pressure he put inside of me. Pressing against every nerve ending in my cunt.

Four fingers and his thumb slid inside of me. In and out, he worked me. His hand formed a fist, rubbing against my pussy as he worked to stretch the sensitive skin. Every nerve ending came alive under the pressure and pleasure he gave.

“Deep breath, ma chère ,” he whispered, his hand tightening in my hair until my eyes popped open again, finding his gaze fixed on mine.

I held his gaze, a scream ripping from my throat as he buried his fist inside of me.

His fist twisted inside of me, putting so much pressure on my g-spot all I could do was cum. My mouth fell open in a silent scream, my body shaking so violently with the force of my orgasm that water sloshed over the sides.

“That’s it, my dark moon. Cum for me. Give in to it. Give it to me. Give it all to me!” His sharp commands pierced through the foggy haze of my consciousness, pushing me further into the dark power of his possession.

His fist moved in and out of me, pushing me from one orgasm to the next, until I collapsed, held weightless by the water and his power in equal measure.

Slowly, he pulled his fist from me, a whimper falling from my lips at the pressure-filled pain. My body relaxed in the water, limp and nearly lifeless.

With great care, he lifted me from the water, setting me on the bathroom floor, the water puddling and pooling around me as he wrapped a towel around my shoulders.

Tenderly, he dried every inch of my skin, his fingers brushing over every sensitive point on my body until the only thought I had was of him. Helping me to rise to my feet, he wrapped his arms around me, whispering words in my ear, the French Cajun lost on me, but still, I knew every word. My heart knew the language he spoke, and that was all that mattered.

I could hear his heart beating beneath my ear as I lay my head against his chest.

“Will you do it again?” I whispered softly, not ready just yet to be away from his embrace.

“Do what again, my dark moon?”?

“Will you take control of me again? Like you did before?” I looked up at him, peering into the green depths of his eyes, yet longing for the inky black that came when he let himself be one with the ancestors.

“Is that what you long for, my needy little puppet?” His words teased at my mind, luring me into his control again with such simplicity. How could I not be addicted??

Nodding quickly, I made it very clear that was exactly what I wished for.

His fingers took hold of my chin tightly, so tight I was certain to have bruises. I hoped for his bruises.

“Beg me for it,” he all but growled.

“Make me your puppet, Master. Play with me, use me, and control me,” I begged, my eyes searching his, imploring him to hear the desperation I felt in every fiber of my being for him.

“On your knees.”?

Without a thought or a moment’s hesitation, I dropped to my knees, my head hung low in submission to his intoxicating dominance.

He left me there, walking clear to the other side of the room. Even now, even with as little experience with him as I had, I knew better than to raise my eyes. Not to him. Not to my Master. Not without permission.

“Crawl to me, ma chère . Crawl to me and make me believe how badly you want this.”?

I lowered my hands to the cold stone floor, making a show of my submission as I let my hips sway, my body becoming soft and sultry for his pleasure. Slowly, I sauntered forward, crawling for him.

“Arch your back deeper. Let me see those curves.” His commands made my pussy weep for his touch.

I arched my back as far as my body would allow. So deep that my nipples almost grazed the floor, they hung so heavy and low. It was debasing, humiliating, and I absolutely reveled in it.

When I reached his feet, I knelt once more, ready and waiting for his next command.

“Now beg, ma chère .”?

“Please, Master. Please make me your puppet. Making me your living doll. Use me for your pleasure. Wield me for your dark purpose, Master.”?

His groan was all the approval I needed.

He gave me his hand, helping me to my feet before reaching for the doll.

My hand shot out without thinking, stopping him from taking hold of it.

“Yes, ma chère ?”?

“Do you really even need that at this point?” I asked, raising a single brow in question.

“I don’t know, ma chère . Do I?” I did not miss the teasing tone in his voice.

I gave him a smirk, letting him know my answer.

“Delicious.” Before I could register the movement, Master’s spindly fingers wrapped around my throat. My eyes rolled back in my head.

At last. Home again.

Pressing me back into the table again, I succumbed to his dominance, to his power and control over me, with nothing short of utter joy. As my mind began to melt away, leaving no space for my own thoughts, I swore I heard the cat speak as it scurried out of the back room.

“Fucking humans.”

THE END

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