Kyran
He grabbed my wrist, as I slapped him and was about to walk away. We stood there in a deadlock, and glared at each other. I was not prone to displays of temperament but he incensed me so much that I could barely see beyond my rage. I told him that he could not control me. It took more than arrogance to be my Master. Whatever power he had, I would give him, and that was how it works. I will submit to the man who changed my world and had dominance over things I did not. To master me was to master the path in front of me. It would have to be a way of life and not a game.
Excerpt from The Diva...
I was always happiest when I made him proud, and he was always proudest when I made him happy. He spun me around, and we stumbled to the wall. He started unbuttoning my shirt from behind. He kissed me, and then stepped back and ripped my shirt open. I slapped him. It was my favorite shirt. He smiled, and swept me into his arms in a kiss. He forced me against the wall and pinned my dick to the wall with his. He spun me around again and pulled my pants to me knees. He ripped my underwear and forced himself inside me.
Excerpt from The Pet...
I watched them. . . their bodies struggling for dominance. I touched myself. . . I was proud of him. I wanted to service him for being my champion. . . I kissed him and caressed his chest. He pulled me close and leaned me against the side of the train.
My coat hung down as he pulled me up to his waist. He let his pants drop as he pulled mine down aggressively. My back was against the train as we started to fuck. The resistance of my clothes made them feel like restraints as he nailed me to the train. I liked it. My collar glistening as I grabbed his ass in the moonlight. My Master had made me proud. I bit my lip as I came quietly in his arms.
We took a cab home that night and I knew where I belonged.
