Erotic Fiction

The Story of P

Chapter One

The taxi travelled slowly along the road as the driver looked for house numbers. The street looked familiar to P and not much had changed.

It was just as she remembered it, the difference being the time of year bringing a lushness of colour with it. The plants, trees and flowers brought a certain life to the street – one that she had not experienced before. She had never been there during the height of summer and for the first time did not feel cold there. P had experienced winter and spring there – even the fall, but never summer. Her thoughts drifted causing her to smile slightly, before snapping quickly back to reality as the driver slowly came to a stop.

P’s heart pounded in her chest, face slightly flushed joined by the tingle of excitement she felt all over her body, trying hard to push away any feelings of apprehension or rejection.

After everything that had happened, it would be unreasonable to not expect some apprehension, she thought to herself. Notwithstanding, P hoped against all hope that any such thoughts or feelings would quickly dissipate once the realization of her presence had settled in.

She had promised that she would do her best to stay away. There had been no contact for almost a year and a half, the longest time between the pair – but it was over now. At least that is what they had concluded – her last text message never receiving a reply. This time things were clearer and more distinct than any previous occasions. This had been real.

A series of unfortunate events during those initial months had brought P to the realization that she had chosen poorly. Chosen against her own best interests once again, due to her need for familiarity and consistency. Even bad consistency would work for her, as long as there was consistency. P had endured for as long as she could, but had found herself mentally and emotionally in a worse place than ever before. P had truly experienced love – a love that she had spent her entire marriage longing for. Even prior to getting married, P had imagined a love so wholesome and perfect and had hoped to have found her perfect match. This had not been the case. After so many years of living in denial, then sorrow followed by acceptance – P had found herself right at this very place – with a man who truly loved her.

The conflict between what she wanted to give and what she felt able to give was too strong, and it had overwhelmed her. P had tried to maintain both situations, but her behaviour made it clear to the man who paid attention to her, that P was dithering and not being completely honest about what she was doing. It had broken them apart.

P knew that if welcomed, she would be humiliated and degraded, treated like a whore. She expected it. Felt deserving of it. Wanted it, even. As long as he was attending to her.

What she could no longer stand was the silence. The silence and the distance. The silence, the distance and the time. Her heart could and would take anything levelled at her, anything he could throw at her - but what she would be unable to bear in this situation, would be to face rejection. She had come too far for that. Made too many changes to go back now. It had been decided that her only option at this point, was forward.

P exited the Taxi, paying and thanking the driver, stepping onto the sidewalk. As she stood, P inhaled deeply, trying to compose herself for what she was about to do next. Crossing the street, towards the house, P’s heart continued to thump away in her chest, her breaths shallow and almost panicked in pace.

More thoughts flooded her head. What if he is with someone? What if he is not home? What if he was home but chose not to answer the door? Will he even like how I look? P had a habit of barging in and often made her presence felt at inappropriate times, due to her need for attention which consumed her thoughts.

P approached the path, climbing the first two steps, before walking the short path to the final steps before the door. Too late to back out now, she thought to herself. Walking up to the white front door, P pressed the buzzer and waited.

The door opened slowly seeming to take forever yet simultaneously only a brief moment. The open door revealed the man behind it. ‘Master’, fell from P’s mouth before she knew what she had said. Not quite a question, not quite an address. It came out so naturally – yet in this moment, may not have been her best choice. She didn’t know. What she did know, was that she was there now. Despite the promise of trying to stay away, she had broken – unable to maintain the cessation. She had been addicted to him like a drug and the withdrawals had been harsh. P’s head bowed and she looked down.

There was a long pause before The Master, as she referred to him, stepped to one side and motioned for P to enter – deliberately retracting himself away from the opening to create distance between the two.

P raised her head enough see where she was walking and to catch a glance of his stern face, with what appeared to maybe even include a tinge of disgust. She deserved it. She could take it. But in her mind, P could swear she saw somewhere behind all of that darkness, the slightest twinkle in his eye. Was he happy to see her and just attempting to mask it, or was it the hope of an old familiar love still being present in a man who had long forgotten her?

This was not the time to ponder, and P walked somewhat tentatively forward towards her former Master’s kitchen. Hearing the front door close, P kept facing forward towards a large window overlooking the back of the property, holding back tears that began to well immediately.

She had been allowed to enter. That was a start. A good start, she thought. Much better than some of the other options. ‘Did he miss me too?’, she wondered. The sound of footsteps grew closer as the man approached and entered the room. For a moment, they both stood silent, P waiting to hear a word from her former Master.

P could feel eyes burning into the back of her head.

Coldly his words came. ‘Show me that you know your place’, he said.

P, sobbing gently with relief, shoulders hitching slightly, immediately turned around, daring to look only for a second into his still very stern face and fiery eyes, before prostrating herself on the floor at his feet.

Once on the floor, the tears came fully. P reached out, as she lay before her former Master, daring to touch his feet, hoping that he would not pull away nor flinch at the connection.

‘I’m so sorry Master! I’m soo sorry!’ The tears flowed now, making small puddles on the tiled kitchen floor. The Master looked down, P basking in the heat of his gaze. ‘I’m sorry’, she repeated.

Although he would not openly show it, P’s presence both warmed his heart and aroused him. He had missed her – had loved her deeply even. But she had taken that away, made her choice and it was not him. She chose to return to her old life, a scar the man had borne on at least one or two occasions in his life previously. P had inflicted yet another. It had taken him some time to adjust after everything ended. After he had walked away from what was on offer to him, he continued with his life, outwardly unaffected. Internally was a whole other matter. Whilst the man had not mourned P’s loss for any particular length of time, he lived with the knowledge and regret that up until now, he had never met anyone quite like her. Someone so capable of fulfilling his needs – someone so compatible. P, he knew, was someone who was capable of walking both the darkness and the light with him in ways no other woman ever had. P had often talked of them being soul-mates, and as much as the man did not believe in such mystical occurrences, he could not deny their naturally strong chemistry. It could not have been more compatible if it had in fact been designed. In many ways P was right. It was an inescapable fact. One he had thought about on numerous occasions.

A part of him believed, maybe even knew that P would come back one day, no matter what had been said and no matter what she had promised to try to do. It turned out that today was that day.

The Master allowed P to remain at his feet, unable to stop himself from thinking of how she had arrived at his home unannounced, wondering how P herself was and what had brought her back to him. He wondered about P’s flight and her journey, if everything went smoothly and if she had been OK. He wondered how P’s life had been during their separation. No matter what, the man wanted to harm to come to P. He hated the thought of her being in physical or emotional pain.

Pushing aside his compassionate instincts and questions about P’s well-being, the man remained stern.

‘Go and present yourself to me’, were the next words uttered, as the man pointed towards the bedroom at the back of the home. P looked up from her position on the floor, relief flooding her along with a rush of adrenaline and excitement, colliding with the deep sadness and pain she felt up until that moment. Her heart began to pound again. ‘Just as you did the first time you were here. After we danced around the flame 7 times and then some’, his words sharply reminding her of the commitment she had made to the man she once called her Master and her failure to adhere to it.

‘Yes, Master’, came P’s sheepish response, as she picked herself up from her place, moving towards the bedroom. ‘Thank you, Master’ she said before entering the bedroom.

P paused for a moment, allowing all her feelings to wash over her. She couldn’t believe it. The journey, the flight, the hotel, the taxi and now she was here. Right where she wanted to be. She longed to be held and embraced by her love. P wanted to hold his face, to kiss him and to look into his eyes to see if the love was still there, if he thought she was still beautiful, if he still desired her and their connection. P wanted to feel like she was home again. That she belonged. This wasn’t quite what she expected immediately, but it was so much better than the potential negative outcomes that could have arisen.

After drying her tears, P put down her handbag in the corner of the bedroom and removed her underwear placing it into the top of the bag, before climbing onto the bed on all fours. She could smell the familiar fragrance on the bed linen as she lowered her head onto the bed giving her a sense of comfort. Reaching her hands to the hem of her summer dress to hitch it over her waist, P exposed her bare buttocks. As she had done so many times in the past, P pulled the cheeks apart as wide as she could, exposing her private areas, her womanhood leaking moisture, a string of which hung towards the bed. She would show maximum compliance and obedience, not giving her Master any reason to admonish or reject her. Although still beating heavily, P’s heart-rate began to stabilize, her breathing returning to normal. P waited.

As she waited, P could hear her Master talking with someone, in what could only be a phone call. As she focused to listen in, unable to help herself – she was able to glean that a meeting was being rescheduled for later that day. The thought of which initially excited her, but then followed immediately by contemplating if she would be asked to leave shortly. P hoped not.

The sound of a cupboard opening was followed by the familiar sound of a bottle being opened the contents being poured into a glass. P continued to wait, tuned into the sounds around her, but not moving an inch from her position. Footsteps. P could hear him approaching.

Without warning, the first hard smack came – right across her left cheek, partially clipping her fingers as she held herself apart for her Master. The next smack came quickly, to the right cheek this time, causing P to retract her fingers somewhat to expose more of the surface area of her cheeks. ‘Thank you, Master’, P said enthusiastically. Smack, smack – ‘Thank you Master’, P continued, ensuring to match her words to every connection. P found herself smiling and crying at the same time as tears of joy fell upon the bed, anticipating what would come next.

The smacking stopped, the Master breathing heavily behind P who had not moved from her original position. He caressed her bare ass, making sure to gently touch her fingers in the slightest hint of a loving gesture, beyond the sexual focus of the situation. ‘Thank you, Master’, P whispered again.

P could hear the Master unbuckling his belt and his pants hitting the floor. Even though she was not looking at him, due to her head being on the bed, P could feel the Master staring at her, hopefully appreciating her obedience, softening his heart but stiffening his parts.

P got her wish. The Master taking the head of his manhood, began to caress P’s soaking lower lips, circling her, causing the lips to fall apart in anticipation. With the transfer of moisture, the Master then guided his hardened member directly towards P’s rearward hole, resting at the entrance for a moment, causing the hole to twitch. In a far less gentle motion, the man began to insert himself into P.

‘I missed you so much Master’, were the first words P said, as her Master entered her from behind. ‘I love your cock Master, thank you’.

The Master began to build momentum, getting a touch deeper with every stroke, fully opening P and eventually burying his entire length and girth inside of her.

P moaned with each stroke, maintaining a grip on both cheeks to allow her Master easy passage in and out of her.

‘Fuck me, Master!’, P cried out as they continued. ‘Use me! Please?!’ she begged.

P’s enthusiasm and obedience was incredibly pleasurable to the man and he was happy to be experiencing her once more, leading to his pace quickening as he grunted working hard behind her sliding in and out, adding to her moans.

Reaching forward with his left hand, the man grabbed a handful of P’s hair, and pulling her head backwards towards him uttering ‘Come here you fucking whore!’, as he continued to thrust into her. P, allowed herself to be pulled, doing everything she could to maintain the grip on her posterior and to show her obedience to her Master. The man leaned in, bringing his upper torso close to P’s back, bringing him in range to bite on her neck as he continued to fuck her.

‘Yes, Master!’ P exclaimed in a guttural tone, almost as though possessed – feeling her Master’s mouth, lips, tongue and teeth on her neck as her anus being brutally stretched.

‘I love you Master! I love you! I love you!’, P continued, this time in a more breathless and quiet tone – the thrusts unending.

The man, maintaining his thrusts depth and pace, whilst gnawing on P’s neck, reached towards the top of the sundress, pulling down on it and the bra beneath to expose P’s right breast. Once exposed, he gripped it tightly and firmly, pulling P even closer to him, getting every millimeter of his long thick cock inside of her. P let out another moan of encouragement, to let her Master know that she was loving every second of the encounter thus far. ‘I can’t stay away from you’, were the next words to fall from P’s mouth, as she turned her head in an attempt to reach her Master’s mouth to kiss. Before she knew it, the hand gripping her hair forced her head away and back down towards the mattress, the man not slowing for a second with his movement. A barely noticeably wave of rejection came over P.

She had not yet found safety, despite the quick return to sexual activity. The thought of this both scared and thrilled her equally. It was obvious that despite the present circumstances and the amazing chemistry that still existed between the two, P still had work to do if she was ever going to have her way. Anyone who ever knew P, knew that P always got her way in the end. P was banking on just that.

Chapter Two - Coming Soon