Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies

I was on my knees before my master, keeping balance with my arms handcuffed at the elbow behind my back. My heels digging into the flesh of my naked backside.

I lowered my head, placing my lips on the sexiest feet I have ever seen.

I kissed over and over again, happy to please my master.

"Enough." He snaps, grabbing my collar, pulling me sharply to my feet.

I bow my head- knowing its not practise to look my master in the face.

"Look at me Lizzie."

I do as I'm told and raise my head immediately, looking into my master's eyes.

Dark, chocolate brown eyes, like melted chocolate boring into mine.

"You are so sexy Lizzie. I want you. Now! Be a good girl and turn around. Face the bed."

Without hesitation, I turned and faced the dark oak wooden bed frame, flooded in deep blue silk sheets; reminding me of the deep calm ocean.

"Bend over now."

I swallow, excitement filling me, from the tips of my hair, through to my core and down to my toes.

Finally!!

I bend slowly; hoping to give my master a good view, so he pleasures me as well as himself.

He hasn't let me cum in 4 weeks now!

I'm dying!

"What a glorious sight, Miss Knight. That just makes me want your ass a whole lot more!"

Everything south of my belly button clenches in excitement.

"Not today though.. I think I've punished you long enough for your misdemeanor... I might, just might let you cum tonight!"

He announces.

Yes!!

Oh yes!!

"Oh please master." I gasp.

I am greeted with a slight chuckle. "Sounds like you want this, baby! Let me see how I feel. I can't make any promises."

Oh crap! Maybe I shouldn't have begged?

I'm going to go without it again aren't I?

I feel master's warm hands on my arms, and a click as he removes my handcuffs.

"Hold onto the bed frame. Brace yourself." I am ordered.

Without thinking about his command, I take that one step, gripping onto the end of the bed and bending over--pushing against the cold wood clenched in my grip--bracing myself for the forthcoming assault.

I wait. Excitement and anticipation builds; my slit soaking with each second.

Oh god, just fuck me already!!

As if hearing my thoughts, master grabs my waist roughly and positions himself just inside my warm, wet and ready slit.

Fuck!

One quick thrust, and the world comes apart at the seams.

Oh shit!

Master bucks his hips roughly, pushing into me with everything he's got. Low sexy grunts leave his gritted teeth as he slams into me harder and harder. Somehow I managed to hold my own, pushing back against his body, ensuring I don't fall forward.

As time goes on, and the rough intense assault exhausts me, I feel my body build.

Will master let me cum today?

I hope he does!

I need to!

Please???

Master growls loudly. "Cum for me Lizzie! Cum!"

I closed my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me.

Just as I'm getting close to my end goal, one of master's hands leaves my waist and comes down onto my shoulder; his perfectly manicured nails digging into the soft flesh, scratching their way down my back, almost painfully.

A loud whimper of need leaves my lips and before I have time to acknowledge it, master's hand slaps hard against my right butt cheek.

I gasp and moan.

All the while, master has continued with fucking me to the max--harder and harder--pushing me closer, higher...

I am so close! Oh please!!!

One final hard smack on my ass, and a deep thrust and I fly fall, into what seems to be the most incredible, powerful and uncontrollable orgasm of my life.

Normally I'm not one for screaming in sex, but I don't hold back.

My mouth opens, my eyes roll back in my head and a loud pleasured wail beckons from my lips.

Master grunts hard and cums violently inside me. Releasing everything inside me.

My knees finally give in and I fall, slumping on the warm brown soft carpet, my head bouncing on the mattress.

"Well done baby. You took that so well!" Master praises, helping me up off the floor.

Up in a bridal hold, I am carried back to my room in his expensive mansion,

"Thank you." I whisper, my eyelids dropping.

"For what Lizzie?" Master asks gently.

"For letting me cum." I yawn.

Master chuckles, lays me on the bed and leaves me to sleep.

~*~

Time for the day job...

Fun fun fun!

I'd rather be locked up in Mr Law's playroom!

"Lizzie! We have an appointment at 9:45 with our biggest client. I need you in the meeting to note take." My boss shouts at me from his office as soon as I enter.

"Yes sir." I call back, getting to work.

I'm Lizzie Knight, 21... I'm an assistant to a local successful business man, Jordan Fray. He owns 80% of the businesses in the country... Multi billionaire and the best boss ever!

Well, that's what I do during the week. Monday to Friday, I'm an assistant. By the weekend, I'm a submissive to my master, Dean Hunter Law who is an international businessman; successful in China, Japan, Taiwan, Canada and most of Europe. He is another multi billionaire and the best lover I have ever had!!

Oh and there's a secret I haven't said yet... I'm a shifter wolf!

Yeah, I bet that doesn't shock you too much considering that I've only just told you I'm a submissive!

Yeah, I love pain. It's a giant turn on and it's totally exhilarating.

Try it!!

There is only a fine line between pleasure and pain. I don't think you can experience one without the other.

Ok, it's time.

I stand, brushing the creases out of my skirt and straightening my light blue fitted shirt.

I grabbed my notepad and pen as I then proceed to follow Mr Fray to the board room for the meeting.

As I walk up, my wolf starts bounding around.

'What the hell is up with you?' I snapped inside my head, agitated by her behaviour.

'I don't know! Something is about to happen but I can't explain what!' She bounces happily.

Hmm... At least she's happy I guess.

It beats her bloody mood swings!

I followed Mr Fray into the board room and I take my seat at the back of the room. I then ready myself for note taking.

The door clicks open again and I can hear voices.

"Mr Fray! Thank you for agreeing to this meeting at such short notice!" A strong, commanding voice murmurs.

"My pleasure, Mr Riley. What can I do for you? Would you like a drink? Tea? Coffee?"

"Oh yes please! Coffee; milk, two sugars."

"Lizzie! Can you get Mr Riley a coffee please?" I am forced out of my daydream.

I nod, smile slightly and remove myself from the room.

As I make the client their coffee, I daydream about what I could be getting up to with Dean at the weekend. I wonder what he will excite me with this time!

I swallow hard, trying to push back my arousal as I take the tray into the board room. I take in a cafetiere, jug of milk, bowl of sugar and a plate of assorted biscuits.

The usual demand from our clients.

I hope it does the trick.

I placed the coffee down on the table as carefully as possible. Then a mouthwatering overpowering scent hits my nose full force.

Apples and cinnamon! Oh wow!

I looked up into the most beautiful eyes, which are accompanied by the most photogenic face.

I see a strong jaw, light stubble trailing across slightly tanned skin, a straight angular nose, long brown eyelashes and sparkling ocean blue eyes.

I gasp in amazement and shock.

I'm greeted with an award winning smile!

'Mate!' My wolf howls, bounces from paw to paw. 'Mate!'

Oh shit!

Not now!!

After the initial shock of finding my mate--the one meant solely for me and the one person in the world I am supposed to love and cherish--me and my scattered thoughts scram from the board room and into the ladies toilets.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

I guess I didn't ever want a mate.

My past relationships were enough to put me off love for life.

That's why liked my current arrangement with Mr Law. No feelings. No control on my part.

I was there to serve him. Please him. Pleasure him.

I didn't want to love him and he didn't want to love me.

Easy!

No complications.

Now I have a mate?

God damn it!

That through a shit covered spanner in the works!

"Damn, shit, damn, fuck, bollocks! Jesus Christ! Please, give me patience!!!" I half whine, half scream--throwing my head into the mirror before me--shattering the glass and knocking myself out.

The last thing I remembered is warmth on my forehead as blood drips from a cut on my face.

~*~

Awakening, I realise I'm in hospital. Oh great!

Outside I can hear a commotion. What the hell is going on?

I carefully try to ease myself up from the bed, only to become overwhelmed with dizziness. I collapse, falling on the cold hard floor.

I groan loudly and heave without warning, throwing up all over the what once was clean flooring.

I hear a squeak of a door opening and footsteps moving towards me, but I can't stop vomiting. Vile!

"Come on sweetheart. Lets get you into bed." It's my master's soft voice.

After passing me a sick bowl, he picks me up to put me on the bed. Mr Law sighs and looks at me with concern and hurt in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I whisper.

"Why didn't you tell me you found your mate?"

Oh... Crap. "I didn't know until like half hour before I blacked out... I think. I don't want him! I like our arrangement. You know me. I can't do a relationship! What am I going to do Dean? Oh this is so messed up! I can't be who, whatever his name is, expects of his mate. I'm not the woman for him. I just want to be the care free, lively, happy-go-lucky, single girl who has a fun sex life! Can I still have that?" I whispered my rant.

Master sighs. "Ok... Well this is such a hard situation. We both knew you'd find your mate eventually. I know you never wanted one and liked the single life, but he's there now. And it's obvious he cares. Even in such a short time frame!

I don't want to lose you but I'm not going to hold you back from your mate. The decision is yours."

I take in Mr Law's words, trying to figure out my next step.

"But... But... What about everything? How can I figure out what I want if I'm monogamous? I have to figure things out. I also have to be honest with myself, thus letting me spend time with Mr Riley or whatever his name is." I ramble, trying to say what I need to without starting an argument with my master.

Mr Law pinches the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes tightly and breathes heavily. "I will let you see this out. I still want you. I think I want more of you! I want you as my sub in the playroom but God! I think I love you!"

Mother of all that is holy!

Did he just... no! He couldn't have!

"You... you what?!" I gasp in shock.

Master grabs my hands tightly in his strong grip. "I think I've always loved you Lizzie! That's why I pushed you to extend our contract to 18 months. I couldn't let you go baby!"

"Being so close to you all weekend... It's not enough anymore! I want you. I want you as my mate! Let me mark you! I want to make you mine."

I am speechless. I can't believe I have two men wanting to mate with me!

Two incredibly hot men, both wanting more from me!

Two men wanting more from a woman that is unable to commit!

I am too freaked out by long-term relationships to allow it to happen!

My longest 'relationship' has been with my master, and that wasn't love!

That was sex. Hard, rough, BDSM fucking!

Holy fuck, it was amazing!

"How can I be with you in a committed relationship if I can't even say your first name? I'm too scared of you punishing me to even look at you most of the time!" I ask, still looking at the bed rather than his face.

"Lizzie... Look at me baby. I love looking into your eyes. Your beautiful, beautiful eyes!" Master murmurs.

Swallowing past a growing lump lodged in my throat, I raise my head slowly. I look into my masters beautiful brown eyes. My heart thumps unevenly.

I realise right then and there, even if he is not my true mate, I do love him.

I think I've always loved him.

"Say my name Lizzie." He whispers, his warm breath blowing across my face, sending my senses wild.

Using all my courage, I bore my eyes into his and say his name. "Dean." I whisper, nerves filling me at the prospect of being punished.

I cringe away as Dean moves. I love our arrangement, but the punishment is always a turn off. His punishment spanking is so painful. It makes me cry.

"Don't worry baby. It turns me on so much hearing you say my name. It makes me feel so happy hearing your words. Seeing your eyes staring into mine, feeling you close. I want more than just your submission."

"I want your love. Please give me a chance to show you? If you're giving your mate a chance, why not give me a chance too?" Dean begs, taking my face in his hands, bringing me nose to nose. "Rip up the contract, be mine! Please? I don't know how I'd cope without you in my life. I don't want another sub. I want you. Be mine, please?"

My heart is beating double time, my cheeks flushed, my temperature spiking and my hands shaking.

"Oh Dean!" I whisper, throwing myself onto his lap.

His arms wrap around me, holding me to his chest as my lips find his.

I finally get to kiss him!!

He's holding me. He's never once held me.

I give up my submissive stance and wind my fingers into his hair, holding him close as I straddle him on the bed.

My tongue pushes its way into Dean's succulent mouth, entwining my tongue with his passionately.

I am rewarded with a sexy growl, his sound vibrating through my body.

As our lips part, Dean moves his lips to my cheek, jaw, neck... Shoulder. "Take control Lizzie. I'm yours. Show me what you want!" He whispers.

I feel my self control evaporate, my hands sliding under his tight black t-shirt, running my fingers over his well defined stomach and up to his smooth sexy chest.

My lips part, my breathing coming out erratically as I feel pleasure spike through my body, arousal filling the room.

Dean growls, licking across my shoulder and up to my lips, before taking my mouth in his, kissing me roughly.

I grab his shoulders lowering him down on to the bed. "If you want me to take control, I will!" I say, biting my lip seductively.

"Oh please, baby!" Dean breathes.

I am just pulling up Dean's t-shirt, when the door to the room opens sharply, a growl and an incredible scent fills the room.

Everything goes crazy!

Oh God! Just remembering last night makes me cringe.

Watching as Dean and Mr Riley had a full on punch up right there in the local pack hospital.

It took four guys on each side to restrain them both.

They both want me and I'm so confused. Neither of them would let me talk!

I can't even find out my mate's name because I haven't actually been alone with him yet.

My head is all foggy, so many questions and ideas filling my head.

I'm now laid up in bed. A weeks' sick leave to recover from my idiotic self inflicted accident and come to terms with all this new information.

My head hurts, throbbing and healing from that bloody mirror. I feel drowsy from the strong pain killers.

I want a bath but refuse to have one while I'm this drowsed. I will not put myself at risk.

Just rolling over on my side, I'm slowly drifting off to sleep. The doorbell sounds loudly, making me cringe.

I whimper, and sigh. "Who is it?" I ask softly as I head out of my room and down the hallway.

"It's Dean! Let me in, baby."

I smile and unlock the door, looking up into my master's eyes. "Hi! What's up?" I ask. "Did I do something?"

Dean looks confused. "No of course not! I wanted to see how you were... maybe finish where we left off?"

I smirk. "That can be arranged but I want a bath first. I've had my pain killers so don't feel safe bathing."

At that, Dean grabs my legs, throwing me up into a bridal hold, making me squeal before heading into my bathroom.

After sitting me on my stool in the bathroom, Dean rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and begins to run the bath.

I just sit and watch him. This incredibly gorgeous man makes me feel special and incredibly turned on 90% of the time I'm with him. The only sucky thing is, it feels like I'm cheating when I'm with him. I guess it's because I haven't accepted or rejected my mate. I just know he's there.

Within 5 minutes, the bath is full. Bubbles overflowing and a sensual smell of the bath oil aroma. Jasmine and vanilla musk filling the room.

Dean helps me to strip out of my clothes. He does the same, joining me in the bath.

The water is enticingly hot. It's relaxing and soothing to my strained and stressed body.

"Mmmm." Dean sighs, pulling me against him. His front to my back, his legs over mine, pushing them to either side of the bath. "Let me wash you baby."

I watch as Dean picks up my flannel, squeezes some body wash on it before rubbing it over my arms. He works up to my underarms and down over my neck and breasts, teasing me through the cloth.

I moan lightly, closing my eyes as Dean moves the cloth down over my stomach.

When he reaches my clit, I whimper in need. His fingers teasing me using the flannel.

"Oh Dean." I sigh, leaning my head back against his shoulder.

How does this man know how to touch me so well? Where did he get such knowledge?

I don't have time to think, as Dean throws the flannel into the water with a plop. He worked on me with his quick fingers.

"Oh baby, you're so ready for me!" Dean breathes. His musky scent overwhelming me.

Spreading my lips with one hand, he flicks the fingers of his other hand against my clit expertly.

"Don't stop!" I moan, feeling an orgasm build in the pit of my stomach.

My jaw drops, going slack as the pleasure consumes me, building from that one point in my stomach, spreading over the entirety of my sensitive body.

As my body tenses, I know the explosion is imminent. Oh lord, am I ready?

Dean has magic hands.

Only made to pleasure me!

I gasp out loud, my limbs quivering as I cum, moaning out Dean's name.

I slump back into Dean, breathing heavily.

"I love making and watching you cum Lizzie. Coming apart from under my hands. It's the biggest turn on ever."

I smile slightly at his seductive words, then bolt upright when I feel his hard manhood digging into the small of my back.

I turn slightly to see his face. "Happy to see me?" I breathe.

He grins and chuckles. "Always."

Dean carefully stands with me in his arms and he carries me out of the bathroom and straight into my room. He then lays me down on my bed.

"Up for more?" Dean asks gently.

I grin and grab his arms, pulling him on top of me, pulling his ear to my lips. "Always." I breathe, as seductively as I can manage.

Grabbing my hips, Dean pulls me up onto my upper back and shoulders as he kneels up over me.

Positioning himself, he rams inside me, deep and hard.

I gasp out loud. "Ffffuuuucccckkk!"

~*~

I am laid on my sofa with the TV on. Dean has just left, letting me rest.

Some mindless program is on, but I'm not concentrating. I'm zoning out, thinking about my current predicament.

Dean, my Dom, my current best friend. He is my confidant, my lover and the only person on this planet I actually trust.

Or

Mr Riley, my soul mate. A man I have only met once. I hardly know him or anything about him. Not even his first name.

Talk about conflict? As I lay there that night in bed, I couldn't help but think about Mr Riley, my mate.

I was so confused.

How could I even choose between him and Dean without knowing him or who he is.

Just at that moment, my bedroom window squeaked open, causing me to scream in panic.

What the hell?

I see a clothed leg slip in, then another. Then a flexible body, a toned chest. Arms, shoulders, neck and a head.

I am greeted by my mate.

My wolf howls excitedly, bounding around in my head.

I jump off the bed, unsure of what I should be doing.

I was drawn to Mr Riley like a strong magnetic pull, but I felt as though I'd be betraying Dean.

Why the hell am I so conflicted?

"Oh, hello Mr Riley." I whisper, unsure of what else to say.

I am greeted with a mouth watering, sexy grin. "Lizzie. How are you?"

I swallow. "I'm ok. You?" I ask shyly.

I watch as Mr Riley stalks towards me, my stomach doing somersaults at the prospect of him being close to me.

His hand slowly slips onto my waist and he pulls me close to him. Our bodies touching intimately, especially with the fact that I am wearing nothing but a large t-shirt just about covering my modesty.

Mr Riley skims his nose over my neck, breathing in deeply, making me whimper. "By the way dear mate, my name is Holden. Please stop calling me Mr Riley, it makes me feel old."

I swallow hard and nod at him.

"Holden." I whisper, my body having a mind of its own, slowly placing my shaky hands on his muscled biceps.

Yum!

"Now that is sexy. Say it again!" He moans.

Answering his request. "Holden." I whisper again.

"Kiss me Lizzie. Now." He murmurs, his warm sweet breath enveloping me.