The Promise

The Promise
Chapter 5
Lost

1
I desperately reached for him as he continued to step away from me yet the more I reached the further apart he slid from me. For the first time in this game I didn’t want to continue, I just wanted to be held in his arms and feel safe; however, the night air was calling me. I slowly walked to an open window, which turned out to be a terrace door. The fragrance of flowers were enticing and it seemed to cloud my mind as I followed the unspoken invitation, the unheard voice that echoed for me to come out. I stepped out and a huge garden welcomed my sight. Everything was bathed in the cool white moonlight. As I walked further out on the balcony, I could see that the hedges, bushes, trees and flowers made up an intricate Labyrinth. Completely ensnared now I cocked my head sideways and looked upon the scenery with a child like wonderment.

2
The longing, the urge to go there got stronger and stronger, as if by some spell the Labyrinth drew me nearer and nearer. I didn’t remember walking down the steps from the balcony, but here I was walking through the soft grass. There were bushes of roses, honeysuckle and lavender; each touched me lightly as I passed them leaving their scent upon me somewhere. Then I stood in front of the Labyrinth, though it should have looked threatening and menacing, I felt more like it welcomed home. A voice echoed in my head urging me to go on. Bewitched and curious, I took the first step into the Labyrinth.

3
Like a hush, everything quieted down. It had gotten much cooler all of a sudden, wha what shreds of clothing I had on I tried to pull closer onto my body. The grassy ground had turned into plain dirt as I walked further down the walk. I turned a corner and I had to use my hands to even find the next opening. Deeper and deeper into the labyrinth I wandered or did I stumble, I wasn’t sure anymore. My heart started to pound, I wanted out of here, no this I didn’t like anymore. Just as a cold panic started to set in, I turned another corner as I heard a quiet yet distinct whisper in my ear; I felt a touch on my shoulder that wasn’t harsh but not gentle either. I gasped and spun around yet I couldn’t see or hear anyone. With a pounding heart I kept on walking, trying to find my way through this.

4
Ever so often I heard a noise close to my ears as well as a light touch, but when I turned around no one was there. I started to pick up my pace while feeling the sides to guide me. Then I heard a crunching sound behind me; I held my breath and the sound ceased. I had gotten the feeling that I was not just being followed but hunted. Slowly it dawned on me I was the prey. I picked up my steps again and with each I heard footsteps behind me, my heart pounded in my chest. I tried to find an opening but found myself at a dead end. Frantically I tried to feel my way out as I felt something brush at my back and a growl at my ear, confirming my most inner fear, excitement and wanting as it promised me a treat or was it a threat?

5
Again as I turned around to perhaps face my hunter, I was greeted by emptiness. As my hands felt for the next opening, I was greeted by a warm substance instead. This didn’t feel like the brush I had been touching. I let out a small cry as I felt a set of hands grabbing me by my arms. I tried to fight against the force and as I pulled hard against it I heard a familiar growl. I froze, then took in the familiar scent. I wondered what had he planned now, in here. He pulled me closer to him and his fingers found their way into my hair as he grabbed it and growled at me, which made me gasp and cry out loud. I felt his hand over my body, as he was feeling, no groping me. My clothing, what was left of it, was being removed. A cold chill touched my body as he continued his exploration. Even though cold I felt heat surging through me.

6
My heart pounded like a hammer in my chest, even though I loved the man with all I had. I just wanted out of here and to feel that again what was in the ballroom. However, such was not to be even though I fought against him, my fingernails, I felt, left trails on his exposed skin and I knew I did manage to kick him ever so often. But no matter, I was trapped like a rat, downright lost in this, in his labyrinth.

7
Finally, as I had exhausted my energy, he again pulled me closer, his grip in my hair was painful. He claimed my lips in a rough kiss as I felt him running his hand over my nipples, squeezing them between his fingers as he pulled on them slightly. His hands were like hot iron on my skin as he forced me to the ground. I heard some sounds of clothing being moved and removed, then I felt him lowering himself on top of me.

8
I gasped out at the thought of what would, no, will happen next but my gasp got silenced as I felt a hand over my mouth. The dirt in my back, the man that I so loved, admired and adored, was lowering himself over me. My breath quickened, my bosom heaved and a thousand thoughts ran through my head. I had fought him, yet he was taking it anyway and my body burned. Was it because of fear and fright or dare I say... excitement?

9
After all, he knew me well, too well I thought at times. Then I felt a thrust against me, which came with a sharp pain. I gasped against his hand; he was taking me, raping me. I was panting as he kept on pounding into me giving me that which he chose and for which I secretly yearned. I lifted my hands to feel him, to feel his skin however, fabric greeted me. A tad disappointed because I wanted I longed to feel his skin as well. My fingers traveled over his clothing, I could feel his muscles through them as well as his heat. As well as I was able to I caressed and felt his back, his side, and his arms as I somehow managed to meet his thrusts.

10
My body shuddered; I felt on fire, I was burning on the inside as well as the outside as I felt his force, his power. He released my mouth, I was under his control, and it took no time at all until I moaned and screamed out his name as he brought me to a climax. Not a second later, I felt him erupting in me as well as he groaned out with pleasure. He leaned lower to me and claimed my lips in a deep and passionate kiss of which I returned more than gladly. I felt his hands caress my body, my skin. Oh how I enjoyed this, his tenderness, his love to me. Leaving the labyrinth was, for me, now out of the question. I was where I wanted to be; somewhere lost with him, yet I knew no matter where we were I’d never truly be lost.

11
All too soon he arose from me, dressed and reached for my hand, which I happily accepted. After he pulled me back to my feet, everything became lighter, as if someone opened the curtain and let the cool moons rays in. I could see, I could see where I was, I could see my Lord and Master and I saw also where I scratched him. Tears welled up in my eyes as I lifted my hand and gently traced the trails. Looking into his eyes, apologizing to him, I had never intended on hurting him. Him the one I loved so deeply and dearly, then without a sound from his lips he assured me it was quite alright and that he knew, even had counted on me fighting him like that. With a smile on his face and the familiar glitter in his eyes, I could hear his thoughts loud and clear, that it was merely part of the game and the promise he made.

12
I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or not. This man, indeed, had surprises up his sleeve and wisdom in him that truly baffled me. He took my hand and led me to the next opening, as I knew that the games continued.