Little Midnight

A/N: Hey, thanks for the reviews! I\'m very glad you\'ve taken interest! Honestly, about the Ai No Kusabi inquiry, I\'ve heard great things about it and am DYING to see it. Unfortunately I don\'t know anyone who has it! *Sob* I\'d download it myself, but I was busted once already for having \'porn\' on the computer. But yeah, when I gets it, I ain\'t lettin\' go! ^-^

Here\'s the first chapter of Little Midnight. The story and characters are mine, and I will not hesitate to send my Personal Space Pixies after you if you even think of thinking of using my characters without my say-so. (I never made them upset, myself, so I don\'t know what they\'d do to you. they seem to like my stories too, so i wouldn\'t go pushing it. ^-^)
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[Chapter One- As Told By Orchid]

Their eyes. I feel so exposed.

My eyes fill with tears as big, meaty hands rip my feeble clothing from my body and bare me to the horrible hungry eyes that linger where they shouldn’t. I wanted to be humiliated, to be naked and bare to any possible whim and desire of another, but never to anyone but *The One*.

The One. My Master.

My tears make someone coo in the audience, and then the bellows and commands come throttling my way. They bang past the metal bars of my cage to strike me with their tiny invisible fists, driving me back and to a corner where it is safe to crouch. What life my cock had in it before is gone; my fear is substantial enough that I fear it shall retract right into my body and humiliate me further. Choked with that fear I throw my hands down to my crotch as a shield from those horrible eyes, praying madly to any god I could think of for guidance.

A hand, one of the ones that tore my clothes away, grabs my hair and drags me out from my corner, out from my cage and the only safety I had left. I howl and struggle as the other hand steers a vicious leather paddle through the air to crack against the flesh of my backside. It hurts tremendously, and I rear up like an animal to escape it. The paddle follows and strikes harder, leaving trails of fire in my flanks so deep that I know I shall bruise. I admit, it doesn’t take much to bruise me, but no one could possibly say that I bruise easily. I could bang my leg into a table, just like anyone else, but the bruise would be more prominent, not larger or tenderer.

A shout in the audience. My eyes are squeezed shut against my tears as the paddle cracks down again. Then…my hair…it’s loose. I fall forward, ready for the floorboards of the church’s old stage to embrace me, but I am disappointed.

Well, perhaps not ‘disappointed’ so much. ‘Confused’ would be a better description.

It isn’t the floor that catches me, but two human arms. Well-muscled, warm, encased in a mesh long-sleeved T-shirt. Fingerless gloves on his hands. Peppermint on his breath. “Alden, we have to get him out of here. He’s in shock, I think.”

I squeak in alarm as the mesh-covered arms lift me like a baby, cradling me to that well-muscled chest. I can hear the paddle swishing through the air and I panic, nearly losing bladder control for fear of being struck. Instead I hear a short, commanding ‘Go’ before I hear the leather connect with naked skin. My previous captor screams only once before I am out the door with my savior.

“Poor little fool,” he scolds in my ear, carrying me in the darkness to the parking lot of the old church. “Only a baby too. We’ll get you home and deal with you properly, but for now I think I have some lotion in the glove compartment.” My savior stoops to open the door to a black Impala, and gently I feel him stretch me out on the leather-covered back seat. He puts me face-down, so my rump is at his full mercy. I whimper and try to roll over, but his hand stills me with a gentle rub along my spine. “No, love. You’ll stay as you are while I get that lotion, or else.”

The command is soft, like a purr cloaking a growl, and I can’t help but be just a little aroused by it. I’d had a wet dream similar to this when I was younger. (I won’t say *how* young, because I’ll be called a pervert if I do.) Without a care, I part my legs to offer myself to my captor, moaning softly with need and whimpering faintly. I read in a fanfic once that Doms like it when you whimper. It’s a power trip for them; it makes them hornier and makes for rougher, better sex.

Apparently my message is misinterpreted. “Easy, little one,” my new Master croons as his hand, now void of the glove and mesh, rubs a generous amount of aloe-rich lotion on my aching skin. I lurch at first, it hurts so badly, but the pain passes almost instantaneously in favor of the cooling comfort the lotion brings. My need grows, and I have to fight to keep from creaming all over the leather seats.

“Please,” I whimper, making my voice as small and subservient as possible. “Please, Sir…touch me…fill me, Sir…I…I need…”

“What you need, kid, is a swift kick in the ass!”

It surprised me a little to hear a new voice, especially one that was so angry. I tried to combat my emotions long enough to form a coherent thought, or at least look over my shoulder. I hadn’t gotten a good look at the man my captor had spoken to, but now that I did, I was in awe.

This new one screamed ‘Master’ from every pore of his perfect body. He was a mountain of a man, his looks more youthful than I think he was letting on. If the gods would choose to walk among mortals, surely they would all have looked like this one. His hair was blonde, short, and spiked up, with the faintest hint of red at the tips to create an image of a fiery crown. His body was finely clothed in a black silk top, sort of Elizabethan style with ruffled cuffs and a cravat about his divine neck. I couldn’t see his pants very well, what with my swollen bottom obstructing my view, but I could only imagine the glorious image of his marble-carved legs, or his soft nest of-

“Boy, repeat that last part to me.”

“Huh?” Jesus Christ! Not even ten seconds with the man of my dreams and now I’m sounding like a god-damned troglodyte! “I mean, uh…”

He rolls his eyes heavenward, obviously in disgust, and he turns to my captor. “Ride in the back tonight. The way home’s bumpy, and lotion can’t cure everything. You!” He points directly at me, causing me to blush and bow my head. “You’ll come home with me tonight, and there we’ll determine what’s to be done with you.”

“You mean you don’t want me?!” I forget all about proper slave protocol and sit up to throw myself out of the car. The action hurts like Hell, but it’s nothing compared to the smack on the thigh I get from the Dom’s hand. I yelp and hold still, trying to rub a bit of the sting out of it, while he leans in and sticks his head in the car to look me dead on.

His eyes are a beautiful hazel, I can see, but I can hardly focus on them when he’s turning purple with fury. “The next one won’t miss.” His voice is cold and promising, making me tremble with dread as well as a sort of sadistic delight. He then slips his hands beneath me to lift me out of the car, allowing my captor to climb in. I want to look at him, but he seems to be in deep submission. Then it occurs to me; my captor and this Master… Have I intruded in a bond between slave and Master?

“Sir,” I squeak, head bowed and voice now truly timid. “Please, I didn’t mean to-”

“Whether or not you meant it, it still happened. And you’re damn lucky Benji chose tonight to disobey me! You owe your life to him! Now shut your mouth and get in this car! Front seat! Face down! You’ll reflect on what you have been told for the rest of the night. This means no speaking, looking around, or even considering anything but making it up to Benji and myself!”

Holy shit.

What have I gotten myself into?