Free Mentor (An Impossible Novella) by Julia Sykes

begging for his touches to cease, painful or not.
    I would beat him this time.
    Two fingers teased through my wet folds, his thumb never leaving my clit.  I thrust my hips forward, seeking to be filled.
    He pulled back just enough to maintain contact without entering me, and He tweaked my nipple in reprimand.
    “Not yet, greedy girl.”
    I would have been ashamed of my beseeching whine if I hadn’t been so focused on chasing the pleasure.  My hips stilled on instinct.  Somewhere deep within me, I knew that He wouldn’t enter me until I stopped trying to draw him in.
    Control.  He craved control.  He thought He was controlling me by wringing pleasure from me against my will, but what He didn’t realize was that it wasn’t against my will this time.  As soon as I came, I would throw my victory in his face.  I would let him know that I had beaten him at his own game.
    I made my body go supple, compliant.  He rumbled his approval and eased his fingers inside.  He moved in small, teasing forays, penetrating me incrementally.  It took all my effort not to rock against him.  I needed to come soon to make my victory all the more obvious.  I would welcome my orgasm, and He would know that I had my own sense of control.
    Then He touched that glorious spot inside me, and I threw myself into the ecstasy that He elicited.  My body tensed, bracing for my release.
    He stopped rubbing me; his sheathed fingers stilled, and his thumb left my clit.
    I cried out in shocked protest, my eyes flying open to find his.
    In that moment, my stomach dropped, and tears stung at the corners of my eyes.
    I had lost.
    He didn’t want me to beg him to stop.  He wanted me to beg for him to continue.  He wanted me to plead for my orgasm.  And I had chased my pleasure too hard now; even my hatred couldn’t hold back the inevitable.  He was going to keep me on this precipice, torturing me until I finally broke.
    He grinned – glorying in my defeat – as He saw the knowledge bloom in my own eyes.
    I had willingly, eagerly, given him my body.  What I thought was an act of defiance was what He had truly desired all along.
    Even as tears began to roll down my face, bliss surged within me as his fingers began to move within me once again.
    I clenched my teeth together, fighting the pleasure.  But He brought me to the edge again and again, only to stop just as my sex began to clutch at him.
    I broke when he bit my nipple.  He had never touched me with his mouth before.  The pain of his bite held a strange intimacy.  It pushed me over the edge.
    “Please!”  I let out on a ragged, desperate moan.  He nipped at me again, sending heat shooting to that sweet spot between my legs, but his fingers didn’t stimulate it.  It wasn’t enough.
    “Tell your Master what you want, pet.”
    “I want to come!”  I wept with the intensity of my need.  “Please, Master-”
    Any further pleading was cut off by my harsh scream as He shoved into me, fucking me hard with his fingers.  At the same time, his teeth sank into my nipple.  All of his gentleness was gone.  I was taken, ravaged.
    I reveled in it.
     
     

His Journal  
     
     
    May 19, 1978  
     
     
    She will beg me for my cock soon.  She has to.  I can’t resist her for much longer.  It was all I could do to stop myself from driving into her cunt when she begged me to allow her to come.  
     
    Power.  Control.  
     
    God, she’s sweet.  I don’t know how I lived all those years without knowing this joy.  And it is joy.  I recognize that now.  She’s helped me to understand its true meaning.  
     
    She is powerless, restrained in the dark.  She lives for me, for my touch.  Her efforts to outwit me only make me crave her that much more.  
     
    She’s not broken.  Not yet.  I get to play with her for a while longer.  
     

Chapter 6  
    Kathleen  
     
     
    Why are you doing this?  
     
     
     
    Master.   He had mastered my body, and now He was taking my mind.