Free The Journal (Her Master's Voice) by Liv Honeywell, Domitri Xavier Page A

hand was trembling and I slowed my breathing, doing my best to relax.
    Then I heard his voice; such a beautiful deep voice, so calm and gentle. It gave me no clue to what he was thinking, to what he would do this time.
    I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, closing it quietly behind me; keeping my eyes lowered the whole time. I clasped my hands behind my back and waited.
    “Come to me,” he said.
    ‘Always,’ I thought. ‘Whenever you wish it.’ I didn’t say it, of course. I knew better than to speak without permission.
    I kept my hands behind my back and walked over to him, my high heels clicking on the hard wood floor. I dared not look at him, but I so wanted to. Perhaps for reassurance that he wouldn’t hurt me, although I knew he would; perhaps to see if the gentleness in his voice was there in his eyes; perhaps to search for something, anything in his expression to tell me what he was thinking.
    He lifted a hand toward my face and I tried not to flinch, but he merely stroked my hair, twining his fingers through the length of it. I began to relax, leaning my head into his hand, until he grabbed a handful of hair close to my scalp and pulled hard, and I couldn’t help letting out a small squeak of surprise.
    “This is no time for making such noises,” he said, still so calmly, so controlled, and I bit back the sound, unable to rid myself of the feeling that this was the calm before the storm.
    His fingers gently covered and closed my eyes, and then I stood quietly while he tied my hands behind my back. Now I couldn’t even see what was coming, and even if I could, I was helpless to prevent it.
    He clamped his hand firmly over my mouth, stopping even the chance to protest, as his other hand explored my body, stroking and caressing - over my breasts, across my hips, between my legs. I blushed as I realised he must know how aroused I was.
    He released my mouth and inspected my body with both hands, squeezing my breasts and my bottom, stroking my face, touching between my legs once more. I moaned softly and he covered my mouth again, muffling any noise I might make.
    Was I not to be allowed even the slightest sound? To have to keep silent no matter what he might do to me? The thought of his control made me shiver and I swallowed hard, trying to hold back a sudden rush of desire. I tried to still myself, wondering if he had noticed.
    Of course. Of course he had. He noticed everything. I wondered if it would make a difference to what he would do. If it pleased him that I couldn’t hide my reactions or if I would be punished for moving, however slightly?
    He stepped away from me and I waited for what would come...

 

     
    H e asked her to look at him and almost before the words had left his lips her eyes were upon him; gazing, giving, willing. She could never know how beautiful she looked at that moment. That moment belonged to them and it was to see her complete loss of ego, her supplication to him and only him; that was what lent her such radiance. Her mouth was quivering and he knew why.
    At that moment he just wanted to celebrate their togetherness and he kissed her fully on the lips, firmly, with no reserve of passion or lust or desire. He felt her body. She reminded him of what it was like to melt, to go weak at the knees. She told him this with every sinew of her body, with every gentle touch of her tongue on his, the way her body leaned back into his arms, her trust absolute.
    He moved away just a little and put his hand between her legs. She was wet and he picked up moisture on the tips of his fingers. He took this to her own mouth, allowing the wetness to hover on the very corners of her lips. He knew she would never try to brush the moisture away without his consent. She stood, mouth open, wet with her own juices.
    He took his fingers further into her mouth, deeper and deeper until she gagged.
    “No!” he yelled at her.
    She cowered for a moment then stopped and allowed his fingers into her