Ocean Of Need

💜 17 🔥🔥 Dark Lullaby

April 5th  Continued...

I wake up to the sound of the pick-up crunching over gravel. He's brought me to the room. This will be the first time he's been here at night. Does that mean he'll stay? Or will he put me to bed and leave? What if he disappears again? He's done it once, he could do it again.

The engine cuts and he steps out of the pick-up. I'm almost naked, except for my underwear, the cuffs and the blanket he tucked around me when we got into the truck. It's the softest cashmere. Everything about Mac is unexpected. He asked me if I wanted the cuffs off, but I shook my head. There's something comforting about them.

Coming to my door he gently opens it, 'I'm going to carry you up to the room now.' His voice is so gentle that it wraps around my heart.

He carries me like a child, unlocking the door and taking the stairs slowly to the room. Letting me down gently on the bed he curls me in on myself. In this foetal position I soak further into the bed. The smell of the sheets comforting me.

I'm vaguely aware of him walking around the room, the bubbling of the kettle, the pouring of water, the scent of Earl Grey Tea. How very clever of him to know that Brits need tea in times of crisis.

Coming back to the bed he kicks off his boots and climbs in behind me. Pulling me to him so that my back is to his chest, as he feeds me the tea. It warms my bones. He warms my soul.

'What happened in the cage, Lilah?'

'I don't know,' I say honestly. 'It's like there was a tiny piece of hot coal in the centre of me. Some memory. Something rough. It started to grow, till it was all I could feel. I think something happened to me... It feels like an ancient memory that I can't get hold of it. Something to do with the bars of the cage... being trapped...' My panic starts to grow again. 'I can't talk about this.. I'm sorry... It's too much.'

'Shhh, I've got you. You don't have to talk about it. Not till you're ready.'

'Can you help me think about something else? I feel like I'm suffocating.'

He slides his hand down from my stomach to my thighs. His touch a caress, as he pulls me closer, my back tighter to his chest. 'Look in the mirror, Little Pet,' he whispers.

I look across the room, see our reflection. I'm so much smaller than him. Completely cocooned by his body. My eyes are stare out wildly. My hair is wet with sweat, and plastered to my face. My mascara has run. He pulls my legs each side of his. Then his hand is inside my knickers, moving lazily, his knuckles showing through the black lace.

'Jesus,' I hiss, my honey pooling already. 'Mac...'

'I think you mean, Sir, don't you Little Pet?' He growls, increasing the speed of his fingers. 'I've got you,' he murmurs, 'Good girl.' My pussy swells and my nipples harden.

This is how we play the game. He takes all my thoughts away and leaves only my senses. I slip into the pleasure of him, of us, of our chemistry. He's already training me. I'm already wet, waiting for him to give me permission to come. How quickly I fall for him. How quickly he lifts me each time I fall.

'You are mine. I will always keep you safe. You are my possession, my art work, mine alone.'

I lean back into his chest and watch his knuckles through the lace of my pants, in the mirror.

Knowing he has me under his command takes away all my panic, all my fear, I am safe with him.

'Come for me, Little Pet.'

My back arches as my senses engulf me. I push against his hand, as my body stretches as far as it will go, while still containing my soul. He draws down stars from the night sky and pushes them inside me. Exploding in a shuddering orgasm my heart shoots across the ceiling and white noise fills me.

Feeling the last of my shudders, he says, 'Good girl. There, there, you're ok, I've got you.'

I must have been crying as I came because he's wiping tears from my face.

My body relaxing I melt against him as he says, 'Let's get you out of these cuffs.'

Pulling the key from his pocket he un-cuffs me, then slides me on to the bed, like a precious doll.

As he strips I count all twenty-five of his tattoos. The numbers start to sound like a dark lullaby. A melody to hold fast to when the monsters get too close...