Romance

Nikki woke to the sound of the door to her "drawer" (her little pod
bed) being opened. She felt like she'd been asleep for about a
minute, but she knew it was probably closer to two hours.

She crawled out into the light, emerging backwards, a little awkward.
She felt a warm hand on her back and another on her hip as she
descended the little ladder. The hands were warm and large, and
somehow familiar.

Then she heard His voice. In her ear. Softly whispering. Just loud
enough for her to hear. "Hi hun. I hear you were a bad girl this
morning… my little competitive pet…"

MARK. It was Mark. She felt a thrill run down her spine. She
practically jumped the last two rungs of the ladder, spun around and
grinned up at him. He was so tall. So handsome. So … well… so
Mark. The face she had studied for approval and pleasure. The eyes,
so piercing, and knowledgeable, boring down into her. The jaw, she
knew every nuance – how he looked when he was unhappy with her, the
jaw set and the muscles tight; how he looked when he was pleased, the
muscles relaxed and open. His mouth…. Ohhh, his mouth. Words of
praise or disappointment falling from his lips, but also what he did
with them. On her neck. On her chest. Other places….

She was so happy to see him. What a surprise. She wasn't supposed to
see him until after the auction. And she didn't even know how much
longer that was. A day? Two days? A week? It wasn't for her to
know, just to accept and live in the moment.

She grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling. She was afraid to say
anything. What was the proper thing to do when her Trainer was
breaking rules himself? Risking his own reputation and position for
her. The very idea of it thrilled her. He must really care about
her. She must be special. She felt the warmth suffuse her from the
inside out, starting deep in her belly and pulsing down her vagina
until her whole crotch was hot with it.

"I got the senior trainer to agree to let me take you down to the
lunch room for your punishment. Don't worry. I'm not breaking any
rules."

How did he know her so well? How did he read every thought and every
question on her face? It was a good thing she didn't play poker with
him. Although, in a way, what they did was like a giant game of
poker; her betting her dignity and having him take it piece by piece,
owning her just a little bit more with each moment they spent
together.

Mark opened his arms and nodded. Nikki felt a huge wave of relief and
joy as she moved into him, allowing him to envelope her in his arms.
She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes, breathing him in.
The scent of him. The Mark-ness of him. Oh, how she had missed it.

She stood quietly, resisting the temptation to wrap her arms around
him. Allowing him to hold her tightly, her arms by her sides.

"You can hug me back girl, if you wish."

A real hug? What a privilege. A treat. Nikki snaked her arms up and
around him, holding him tightly to her, as he squeezed her to him.
She felt her naked body press into his clothes, her nipples rubbing on
the rough cloth of his shirt.

She pushed in tighter. Pushed her pelvis against him. Felt his desire
respond, his hardness obvious even through his pants. She rubbed
herself against him, even though he hadn't given her permission to.
Taking liberties in her urgency.

"That's right girl. Show me how much you've missed me." Mark was
whispering in her ear.

It was easy enough to do. She had missed him so terribly. She spread
her legs slightly and rotated her hips in a circle. She could feel
her labia separate slightly and her clit press into him. Without
thinking, she moaned deep in her throat. The desire and pleasure
welling up in equal measure.

Oh how she wanted Mark inside her. Wanted him right now. Wanted to
lie on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could make them and
feel him drive into her hard and then harder. Wanted it with an
urgency that made her pant. Or facing away from him, legs spread, sex
open and gaping. Or on her hands and knees. However he wanted it.
Images and fragments of memories flooded her mind. She was ready for
anything. She could feel her moisture, hot and slick. Could feel how
ready she was.

Mark lifted his right hand and showed it to her. Looked her in the
eyes, straight and strong, as he had so many times before.

"You want this?"

Want it? Nikki was desperate for it. She felt wild. Crazy.
Uncontained. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything more.

She nodded.

"Beg me."

"Oh please, please, please. Can I please have Your hand, please?"

"No girl," he reached up and softly touched the side of her face.
"Not with words. Silently. Just use your eyes."

Nikki felt the desperation rise up inside her. Ohhh! It was easy
enough to convey her frustration, need, desire, love, joy, all with
her eyes. She looked up at Mark, and put all of her emotion into her
face. She saw him see it in her. Saw him see what she wanted, and
how much she wanted it.

"Good girl. I've missed you."

The words entered her like an arrow. The words she had been waiting
for, hoping for. She lifted her arms and put them around his neck as
he leaned down and squeezed her tighter, lifting her off her feet.
She spread her legs, wrapping them around him as if she was an
enthusiastic 8 year old. But she was not 8. She was a mature, grown
woman. But thrilled.

He granted her her wish, setting her back on her feet, using his right
foot between her shins to spread her legs just the way he wanted them.
And now his hand was right between her legs, cupping her, holding
her. Nikki moaned, her head tipping back, her lips parting. Mark
clamped his hand on the back of her head and took her lips with his.

And then he did what she had been waiting for; slid two fingers
between her labia, pushed up into her wet hot vagina. He pushed them
in, meeting almost no resistance whatsoever. Opening her, spreading
her, filling her. Making her feel whole and wonderful. He pushed
them in and then increased the pressure.

Nikki gasped into his mouth. She wanted this so much! Mark entering
her, claiming her, being inside her. She felt his fingers stroke in
and out of her, lifting up, the pressure spread between the two inside
and the three pushing into her pelvis. He thrust deeper, a little
grunt coming out of his mouth at the very end of each stroke. He
thrust and thrust, fucking up into her harder and harder.

She felt the orgasm start, a little tightening, a contraction deep
inside, but then getting larger, more of her body involved. She felt
her legs shake and held on tighter to him, her arms around his neck.
He held her as he felt her pussy contract, the sweat forming under her
arms, running down her sides. She sucked on his mouth, like a newborn
trying to get her mother's milk to come in. She spasmed on his hand,
it seemed to go on forever, but finally she relaxed into his chest,
spent.

Mark stroked her hair. "Yes, my little cum-toy. My pet. Mmmm." He
whispered in her ear.

"Ohh, Mark!" She had missed him so much. Wanted him so much!

"Come on girl, we have some time to get you down to the cafeteria, and
my room is on the way. Where's your sign?"

Her sign? Oh yes, the sign. The one that said "PROUD" It was
hanging from the outside of the door to her pod. She felt
disoriented. She had practically forgotten about the punishment in
the joy of her reunion with Mark. The sign. Yes. She looked over at
it and Mark followed her gaze.

He lifted the chain up and off the handle to the door. Placed it
carefully around her neck. She had forgotten how heavy it was. But
it was weighing her down. Heavy around her neck. Reminding her.

Mark took her hand. "Don't worry girl. It will be fine. Take your
punishment with grace and poise. Accept what is coming to you. The
whole process will reflect well on you. Some owners value a slave
with competitive spirit, as long as he or she can also take direction
with humility and respect for the system." He smiled at her. "Now
come with me…."


* * *

Mark led her into his room. He lifted the sign off her neck and put
it down on the floor.

"Here you are just mine. Proud or not."

He took her back in his arms. Kissed her lightly on the lips. And
then a little more strongly. His hands cradling her face, his lips
pressing on her, delving deeper.

The kiss seemed to go on for ever. She lost herself in it, feeling
him touch her, hold her, take her, possess her. His tongue gentle.
His lips firm. His hands. It was like their souls were touching. He
had done everything for her. Done everything to her. There were no
boundaries between them. Sure, it only flowed in one direction,
wasn't mutual. But it was so strong, so deep. So total.

She felt their connection in this touch. And only wanted it deeper,
stronger, more. She felt her being flowing towards him, and felt him
taking it, receiving it in his strong arms. Accepting her.

The moan rose up inside her again. The desire. She moaned directly
into his mouth. Felt him take her moan take all of her. Everything.

He guided her over to his bed. The bed she'd been in so many times.
He didn't hesitate or look to her for permission. He knew she would
do whatever he wanted. Knew it at a fundamental level. She was his.
His in a deep way. He had told her she would always be his, that he
had trained her and he would own her forever. And he was right. She
was his.

"Oh, girl. I needed this. You feel so good to me."

What joy. What praise. She was special. Not just one of dozens or hundreds.

He moved her to the center of the bed, tapped her on the side. He
wanted her on her back. She climbed up on to the bed and lay back.

She felt awkward. Not sure what to do with her hands. Should she
reach for him? That was certainly what she wanted to do. But was
that what he expected.

"'Sokay, girl. You can touch me."

Again, reading her mind.

She reached for him. Her hands on his shoulders. Bringing him
towards her. She wanted to feel him on top of her. Wanted to feel
the full weight of him the strength of his body on top of her. He
hovered over her, sweat forming on his brow now. He spread her legs
with his knees, moving up over her. He pushed his hand between her
legs as he pressed his torso into her.

She felt so good; contained, surrounded, held. The warmth of him, the
intimacy of WHERE he was touching her. It was wonderful. She spread
her legs wider to accommodate him. The sensations washed over her.

His face was hovering right over hers, the intensity of his look
almost overwhelming. He rocked up, pushing his hand deeper, and drops
of sweat rolled down his forehead and onto her, splashing down on her
face. She welcomed them. Was a little surprised that he was already
so intense, without even putting his cock inside her, but she loved
it.

And then! Then he was ready. She felt him slide his hand out, moving
both hands to frame her face, holding his body steady above her, as
the head of his cock touched her opening. He just touched her lightly
and she moaned.

"Oh please. Oh, please!" She could hear the desperation in her own
voice. She wanted him so badly!

"What do you want, girl?" His tone was low, intense, his voice full
of sexual energy. "Tell me. I want to hear it."

"Oh, Mark! I want you to fuck me. Fuck me right now. I want your
cock inside me. I want to feel you enter me and fill me. I want…"
she couldn't finish her sentence, she could feel the heat of his
member pushing into her and her voice trailed off into a moan.

He was inside. Filling her. Hot. She closed her eyes. His body was
on top of hers, his legs between hers, his cock inside her. A simple,
classic position. Missionary. But so good. Oh so good.

And then he started moving. Pushing his hips in and up. Rubbing his
cock against the walls of her vagina. Sliding out just a little and
then pushing home, his pelvic bone grinding into her clit with each
thrust. He pulled out a little and then pushed back in.

He was inside her. Mark. Her Mark. Ohh. She had thought of this so
often over the past days. Had craved it. Had wanted it. And now…
ohhh! She was getting it. Really getting it. Getting just what she
wanted.

She rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, meeting him, helping
him, intensifying the grind of his pubic bone into her. He maintained
a steady slow rhythm, but she sped it up, slightly, pushing a little
harder, rocking a little more each time, trying to intensify the
sensation, even just a little.

The echo of her earlier orgasm was right there in her belly. The
tightness. And then it started growing. Building. Intensifying.
She could hear herself making little noises with each thrust, kind of
a cross between a grunt and a moan. Getting louder, deeper, as her
pleasure intensified. "unnhhh, unhhhh, unhhhh…" She sounded like
some kind of wild animal. But she loved it.

Finally the sensations got so intense she had to hold her breath. The
sudden silence was surprising. She rolled her eyes back. She could
feel her feet tensing, the toes curling. Her legs shaking. The
feeling intensifying. Her stomach muscles pulled in and down, and the
orgasm flowed over her, like a wave, flowing and cresting, her breath
coming back finally. She gasped and then sighed as her muscles
finally relaxed.

He paused. Feeling the contractions around his cock, the muscles
squeezing him like a massage. The spasms rolled through her,
continuing on and on. Nikki gasped for breath as Mark looked down on
her.

"You're not done." He smiled at her, matter of fact. And she knew it
was true. She wasn't. She was just getting started.

He slid his hips back, withdrawing slightly and resuming his rhythmic
thrusting. She got even wetter, slicker, her cum coating him. He
slid over her like a well greased machine. Pistoning in and out.
Pushing in harder and deeper.

She moaned and relaxed into it. He could go on and on. And she was
happy to have him do it.

He pushed her to another climax. And another. The sweat was pouring
off her body. She could feel her hair standing up behind her head.
Each thrust rubbing the back of her head against the covers, teasing
her hair up higher. She spread her legs wider to take him in deeper,
clamping her muscles down on his cock.

She felt another climax building. She wanted him to come with her
this time. Wanted to take him over the edge. She looked up at him,
pleading in her eyes. She squeezed his cock, milking him with her
muscles. Oh please! Please let him cum, finally. She, the one who
never had enough, had had enough.

She saw his brow furrow in concentration, the muscles of his neck
tense as he pushed in one last hard thrust and then she felt him
explode, felt the hot gush of his cum deep up inside her. Felt him
melt into her.

Ohhh! She loved him.