CHAPTER 103

(Annabel POV)

It was one of those nights where we had been curled up on the bed together; Kaden was stretched

out with his head laying against the arm and I was laying on top of him and slightly to the side with

my head resting on his chest. The television was on with an old movie that we were half paying

attention to. But honestly, all I could really remember was the feeling of his fingers toying in my hair

and the completeness I felt laying in his arms.

When he started nibbling on my neck, I couldn't help but giggle and wiggle against him right up

until he whispered for me to go get a stick of butter from the refrigerator. I laughed and glanced up

at him from where I was laying in his arms, knowing my eyes must have been full of unspoken

questions.

"Butter?" I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. But all he did was nod silently and release me.

There was a myriad of questions that popped instantly into my mind: Does he eat butter raw? Is he

going to rub it all over me and lick it off? I had to admit, that one brought a smile to my lips. But the

way he had nodded silently had started the nervous fluttering of butterflies inside of my stomach. I

just never knew with him.

But I would never just NOT do what he had told or asked me. I couldn't even fathom it. Instead, I

simply drew a blanket around me that had been on the end of the bed and stood. I could feel my

eyebrows furrowing as I simply fetched the butter for him. But I still couldn't help but wonder what

in the hell he was going to do with butter, of all things.

I loved him though and it showed in the way that I proffered the butter to him, playfully pressing a

kiss to it as I sunk to my knees and offered it up over my head teasingly like all those online Gorean

slave girls we see when we go into chat. "One stick of butter, Master,” I quipped, casting him a

playful wink but then I saw something that suddenly erased the playful mood that I was in ... on the

bed, laid out on a towel, was a string of five beads that ranged from a small half inch vaginal bead

to a large one and a half inch bead at the end of the string.

'Oh shit’ ... the unvoiced comment reverberated in my head as I felt my whole body stiffen and it

suddenly dawned on me just what he had in mind. Snapping my gaze back to him, I couldn't help

but slink further down in my kneel.

He simply pointed to the bed and uttered his will in a soft but unyielding voice, "Lay on the bed ..

on your back. Tuck the pillow under your head and place the butter above it."

I just blinked at him for a moment, feeling the fear suddenly grip hold of me. “Please not this ...

anything but this’ is what I wanted to scream at him and then throw myself at his feet, begging for

mercy. I felt my eyes glance reflexively back to the bed and to the beads before looking again at

him piteously. His face was unchanging and I knew that there would be no changing his mind.

Crawling to the edge of the bed, I could feel my eyes welling up with unshed tears. I was scared. I

couldn't help it. I just was. But as I lifted up to crawl onto the bed nervously, I knew that nothing

short of absolute obedience was expected of me. I tried to find comfort in the fact that I knew he

would never hurt me even as my teeth worried my lower lip. It was a nervous habit of mine.

I watched him move onto the bed down by my feet. The soft whimper that escaped my lips as he

slid two straps over my dainty feet was reflexive. I was nervous and as he moved them up over my

legs slowly, I trembled in response. "Relax," he said and I tried to smile at him bravely. By the

chuckle that followed, I knew he saw right through my false bravado.

His hands were sure and steady and worked somewhat in soothing my nervous state as I felt the

small butterfly vibrator come to rest on my clit. I tried to take a few deep breaths to calm my racing

heart as he strapped it around my hips, keeping it firmly in place.

And then he winked at me ... that sly, playful wink that he always gave me right before he

introduced me to something new. I figured he turned the vibrator on just to distract me as his gaze

locked with mine. "Time for a brand new lesson, pet," he said and I almost fainted with the fear of it.

I wanted to cry as my eyes closed but I was determined to do as we had talked about so many times

before; to try it. He always said that there was no way that I would know if I liked something or not if

I had never done it so I knew he wouldn't accept any excuse; especially when it was so apparent that

he was determined that this was going to happen tonight. But all I did was nod, swallowing the

lump in my throat before I found my voice to softly replay in a cracked whisper, "yes daddy." But

even as the words left my lips, I felt somewhat sick as my teeth sunk into my lower lip to keep from

crying.

It was then that I felt his hands sliding up my body as he moved to kiss me. I was trembling almost

violently beneath him as the vibrator buzzed on my rapidly engorged clit. But it was starting to get

to the point that I couldn't really tell what was affecting me more ...the vibrator or the feel of him

against me.

My lips parted beneath him once again, hungry for his kiss as his hand slid down between my

shifting thighs to turn the vibrator up. "Oh God ..." He was going to drive me crazy with need. I

gasped as I realized what he was trying to do; butter me up, quite literally, to ready me for the

beads that he was going to use on my ass.

I could feel the buzzing insect flutter on my swollen clit and I shifted beneath him as his middle

finger was dipping into my well-used sex organ. A wanton whimper escaped my lips as I arched up

into his touch. No matter what, he could get me beyond care with just a simple touch and right now

I needed to just get lost in that.

As our kiss deepened, I could feel his finger slide deeper up inside of me and the shift of his other

hand as it turned the control on the butterfly to high. My body reflexively shuddered beneath him

and felt like it was on fire as he ignited the wanton being in me to a raging inferno. The buzzing on

my clit coupled with his thrusting finger and then his tongue sliding into my mouth at a time and

again was starting to send me into a lustful frenzy, my body arching against him as I moaned deeply

into his mouth.

When he pulled back just enough to speak, I whimpered, pulling him closer. “Please don't leave me,

were my thoughts even as he gave me permission to cum when I needed to and then my fears

melted away again as his mouth claimed mine once more. His finger was stroking that ever-elusive

g-spot while his thumb was pressing the vibrator more firmly against my swollen clit, causing me to

cry out into the recesses of his mouth.

That did it! I jerked beneath him, the multiple sensations coupled with the erotic knowledge that he

had claimed me as his personal slut sent me right over the edge once again! Spasmming hard

beneath him, my hands clung to him as long nails dug into his hips, just trying to hold on as my

body simply responded.

I was gasping for breath as he pulled back enough to give me a chance to breathe. My eyes were

wide and filled with a lustful passion that only he could bring out in me. I eagerly pulled him back

for more, my lips parting naturally beneath his as his mouth claimed mine slower this time, lingering

and giving me a chance to just explore with my tongue as his fingers continued to stroke up inside

of me sensually.

Moaning deeply into his mouth, my tongue tried to keep up with his as my hips arched up wantonly

into his fingers. My whole being was desperate for all that only he could give me. Gasping, my body

stiffened beneath him as his thumb pressed firmly against the butterfly vibrator, pushing it harder

against my swollen petals and I shuddered as the contraption fluttered deeper, another rippling

orgasm gripping me. My cries were erotically muffled by his lips as he sucked hard on my tongue

causing my nails to score his lower back and hip as my body quaked in a second wave of orgasmic

pleasure.

Oh God! This was heaven ... I had crossed over into an orgasmic pleasure world that existed for only

the two of us. At least, that's how it felt ...

Just when I thought I couldn't take much more, he suddenly stood and watched me a few moments

as I whimpered softly, reaching out to him only to see him shake his head in reply. With a soft cry of

frustration, my hands reluctantly fell away from his body to clench at the bed sheets beneath me.

Gazing up at him with lust-filled eyes, my hair was like a golden hued halo of fire around my body

that seemed to tremble non-stop beneath his gaze. I watched him stand up, our eyes locking for a

long moment before he commanded me to roll over.

The tenderness I felt for him was, no doubt, reflected in my blue eyes as, with a soft moan, I rolled

over onto my stomach to reveal the smoothness of my back. I could feel my hair fall to one side and

over my arm as the curve of my heart-shaped ass reflexively pushed up some as the vibrator

continued to buzz below and I had to bite back the urge to moan his name.

But I would never speak his name again ... now I saw him for what he was; my Master.

"Raise your hips.” I obeyed without even thinking, lifting my hips as straight white teeth sunk into

my lower lip out of the sudden remembrance of the butter over my head. I could feel my

nervousness returning slowly, but surely.