Own The Night

Water cascaded down my back, my hands teasing knots from my hair. It had been a long day. I was glad to climb into the shower to wash the stress and grime away. My phone was sat next to the sink on the other side of the bathroom, merrily playing out the small selection of music I had on it. I was so caught up in the moment, I never heard the door open and click shut. I span around as my music cut off mid song. My eyes caught a glimpse of Aaron behind the shower door, distorted from the condensation. I could tell he has plans for me just by the way he prowled towards the shower and pulled the door open just as I turn back to face the waters spray. His hands wrapped around my wrists, pulling them from their position in my hair and down my body. I shivered as his fingers brushed my hips, his hands travelling back up my flesh after he had secured my wrists behind my back. I pulled on the restraints, more out of instinct than to get away from him. Turning my head to look up at him, my heartbeat seemed to speed up from the glint in his eyes.

I didn't need to forced to my knees, the gentle pressure on my shoulders telling me to lower my body. My knees collided with the slippery floor, feeling Aaron twist me to face him, my legs now slightly parted. I now found myself eye level to his cock, my tongue darting out to wet my suddenly dry lips. One click of his fingers made me drop my head, eyes fixed on the drain between my legs. Heavy drops of water ran from his body, letting me know he was washing himself down above my head. I knew not to move, the punishment for doing so outweighed anything he might have planned for me after he had washed. His feet moved further apart, catching my attention and making me look up so fast I could have sworn I gave myself whiplash. I didn't have time to gather my thoughts of what he was going to do with me before a thick stream hit me straight on the chest.

I bit back a moan, my head dropping back to rest against the wall of the shower cubicle. The heady scent of the urine overpowering the shower gel I had used to wash in. I could feel it running down and between my parted thighs. I held tight onto the shudder threatening to happen, losing the battle as the stream lifted higher and ran over my throat. It soon started to taper off, a traitorous whimper escaping from my throat. Aaron cupped his hand under my chin, pulling me up and against him. His lips captured mine, his slick tongue swiping over my bottom lip as he tried to deepen the kiss. I parted them willingly, pressing into him tighter than before, the restraints around my wrists digging in as I tried to free my hands and wrap them around his neck. Aaron pulled away from me, an evil grin playing over his face as he watched my arms struggle.

The finger running over the clean shaven flesh between my legs almost had me tumbling back to the floor, my eyes closing in pleasure. Aaron made an appreciative noise, his finger adding pressure to the area he was teasing. My back and wrists hit the wall hard, my hips twisting and rolling on their own as the attack continued. His thumb soon joined the finger, finding my clit and marking circles around  the small bundle of nerves. My breath hitched, knowing that no matter how many times he teased me to the brink of orgasm, I would never get over how unpredictable he could be. No words were ever exchanged during the sessions, the change in breathing patterns the only thing we ever needed to know how close either of us were. My hips rolled down, capturing one of the fingers teasing me in the entrance hidden there, gasping as waves of pleasure rushed through me. Aaron smirked down at me, his eyes glinted in the light of the bathroom as his fingers moved from my entrance to my ass. I squeaked, his finger breaking through the tight muscle before giving me chance to relax. My legs shook, the only thing keeping me upright was one of his arms snaking around my back and pulling me close to him.

His finger started to thrust in and out of my ass, not even waiting for it to relax. His thumb rubbed over and around my clit, waves of electric pleasure washing over me. My forehead rested on his chest, breath coming out in short, sharp pants as he continued his torment on me. The hand gripping my back moved to untie the rope that had been restraining my wrists, the blood rushing back and sending pins and needles through my hands. I shook them before winding my arms around Aaron's neck, reaching up on my tip toes to capture his mouth with mine, kissing him hungrily. His nails scratched down my spine, sending my body into a frenzy, tripping off the first of what would be many orgasms I was to have as the night went on. He shut the water off, lifting me in his arms as my legs trembled under my weight. He carried me out of the shower and placed me on the toilet, moving back to pick up a large towel and placed it around my shoulders, crouching down in front of me and drying my flesh, trailing kisses over the areas he had already dried.

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I woke with a jolt as my alarm blasted into life. Rolling onto my side, I slammed it off and tried to get back to the dream. I knew it was a futile effort, even the small movement I had made had woken me up too much. I growled at the ceiling, pressure below my waist making itself known to me as I laid in bed. Heaving myself into a sitting position and rubbing at my eyes, I tried to steady my breath and my mind. Shifting in the white cotton panties I had fallen into bed in, I inched them off, the gusset sodden and sticky to the touch. Throwing them to the ground, my fingers exploring the wetness, easily slipping inside me. I gasped and bit at my lip, my thumb digging into my hardened clit. Flopping back onto my back, I squirmed, imagining my slim fingers belonged to the male in my dreams, my fingers speeding up to make me writhe and lift from the soft mattress.

My thumb kept pressing against my clit, bringing closer to the elusive orgasm my body was crying out for. I pushed my fingers up harder, my nails scratching over the walls encasing my fingers, tripping off waves of pure pleasure throughout my body. My inner walls contracted around the two fingers, squeezing them. I moaned out loud, flopping onto my back as my muscles spasmed under my flesh that was flushed a deep pink. Sliding my fingers away from my body and staring at the ceiling once again, I frowned. I needed to find the man from my dreams, I knew he would help me, I didn't understand why, I just knew.

I was lost without someone, anyone. Hunter had up and left me in the middle of the night, I wasn't as upset as I should have been, something in me sighing in relief the morning I found him gone. Yeah, I missed him, but him leaving meant I had more chance of surviving what life threw my way. Heaving myself up from the bed, I padded to the wardrobe, slowly picking out what I had to wear for the day, pulling my long hair from under the shirt. Making a mental note to have it cut off when I had the chance to, I pulled on my work jeans and left the bedroom. The house was quiet, meaning that my house mate had already left for work. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful to not have to deal with him. I had toyed over getting full time work after Hunter left, instead opting for part time in order to sort my life out.

Peering into the kitchen I noticed a small note on the table top with my name in my house mates neat handwriting. Lifting it from the wooden top I scanned through it, cursing its existence as it reminded me that it was one of my house mates friends birthday and I was also required to go along. Flinging it back to the table, I scribbled a note back, crossing out my name and adding his. Spinning on my heel I left the house, slamming the door as I thought about the night I had coming.

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The music pounded around me, making me feel more uncomfortable as the mass of bodies drank and danced around me. I shifted and pulled at the black top and tight trousers I had been poured into by my house mate, Rupert. I was self conscious of the fact I couldn't wear a bra with it as my back was shown off to the world by the various thin straps holding it together. I felt cold glass being pressed into my hand, looking up from the sticky floor to find Rupert smirking at me and then pointing over to a single podium, where a male danced on top of it. I frowned at Rupert and rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Rupert shrugged and walked away from me, his eyes captured by the way the dancer was moving. I was alone once again, the realisation that I didn't fit in there almost crushing me. Gulping down the alcohol, I slammed the glass onto the nearest table and fled the club. I was glad it was warm out, the still air clearing my fogged up brain. I looked around, finding myself in the middle of a small graveyard, the tombstones looming in the darkness. I walked a few more paces, collapsing onto a cold wooden bench just out of sight from the rest of the place. I dropped my head and held it in my hands, thinking over why I had been dragged out.

I never heard the other person sit next to me, the only notice I had was the click of a lighter being lit and the inhale of smoke. I looked to the side, my eyes landing on strong legs encased in black trousers. I chanced a look further up the persons body, my breath catching as I reached his face and caught him looking back at me.

"Pretty little things like you shouldn't be in places like this at this time of night," his voice was deep and playful, settling my unease at being alone with him. I just shrugged at him, dropping my head again.

"I didn't even want to come out tonight," I admitted, frowning at myself for even talking to the stranger. He chuckled, taking another drag of the cigarette and exhaling the smoke.

"Why are you out here on your own then?" he sounded genuinely curious, flicking the butt end and watching it roll away. "Like I said, pretty little things shouldn't be out on their own."

I stood up at that, my face twisting into a sneer at the stranger.

"Who are you to say that? I am perfectly capable of looking after myself," my voice was sharp and clipped, not looking at the stranger who had invaded my space uninvited. He stood up next to me, towering over my five foot seven height. I craned my neck to keep eye contact with him, almost daring him to test my patience.

"I saw you leave the club, I had to make sure you were okay," I could hear a tiny hint of worry under the cool tone of his speech, causing me to frown.

"Why? Why can no one just leave me alone?" I growled, crossing my arms over my chest. I caught his eyes flicker to my cleavage then back to my face, frowning more as I twisted on my heel and stalked off, feeling his gaze resting on my ass. "And you can knock that off too!" I shouted back at him before I disappeared out of sight and navigated back to the club, slipping in unnoticed and searching for Rupert and his friends. Finding them at the back of the small underground club, I sat down in the only seat, instantly drawn into their conversation. I kept an eye out for the mystery man that had found me, something about him had intrigued me. I knew it wasn't coincidence that he was the one to have come after me, and something about him made me want to go back for more.

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Someone tugged at my hair hard, snapping my head back to rest against a strong chest. I let out an involuntary squeak, fingers starting to dance down the flesh straining over my throat. They dipped further, brushing over hardening nipples hidden under the plain white bra I had on. My body shuddered at the touch, breath catching as the thin material was ripped away from my breast. The cold air hit, a stark contrast to the warmth my bra had held. I moaned, my spine arching as I felt a rough tug and pinch on my right nipple. The hold on my hair eased and let go, travelling down my spine. I twitched under the touch, the rough tugs on my right nipple switching to the left one left me gasping for air. The hands left my flesh just as suddenly they had appeared, my body shaking violently as I span around looking for the owner of them. The only words I had heard were;

"Pretty little plaything..."

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They say people sit straight up after being woken from a nightmare, but they never say anything about doing the same after an erotic dream. The hands in this one didn't feel like the ones in my other dreams, they felt rougher, sturdier. I was confused, it had been a week and a bit since I had been followed by the stranger, but I felt myself drawn to him as each day passed. I hadn't seen him while at work, nor had I seen him on my days off and just wandering. I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts of the stranger. Staggering out of bed, I ignored the frustrated feeling I had bubbling inside me. I didn't have time to calm myself this morning, having been told to be up and ready before Rupert was so he could drag me around shops and then back to the club for his own birthday party. Moving over to the mirror resting on the chest of drawers in the corner of my room, I rummaged around for a hair bobble, scraping my hair into a high ponytail.

Bending to pull something out of my drawers, my hand clutched around something I hadn't noticed before. It felt like a piece of scrap paper, but also felt too thick for it to be that. I pulled it out, bringing the trousers I had been wearing with my hand. Discarding the trousers I looked at the paper, carefully peeling it apart to read it.

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Meredith,

This would not come as a shock to you, but Rupert happened to be the one to send me after you that night. He knew you would run. I apologise on the way we had to meet, however, Rupert was the one that had the idea. I have heard a lot about you, and do hope this hasn't come off as too creepy but I know it will. I apologise profusely if it has. I just wanted to clear that up.

A.

-

I frowned at the note, wondering just how he had managed to slip it into my trousers without me realising that he had.  He was right, it did sound creepy. The short but articulate sentences didn't give much to start unravelling who this A person happened to be. I bit the inside of my lip, putting the note on top of the chest of drawers and pulling out a t-shirt and pair of battered jeans. Pulling them on, I exited my bedroom, shutting the door on the note and the thoughts of the stranger, A.

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I was ready to drop by the time Rupert had dragged me around as many shops as was humanly possible. He had picked out a number of outfits for me, and not one of them made me feel comfortable. He had told me there was only one more thing on the agenda, eyeing my hair. I instinctively held the ponytail in the hand that wasn't holding various bags, my eyes widening at his suggestion. I bit my lip as I played with the ends of it, finally accepting what he was saying. My hair did need a cut, and now was as good a time as any. I was currently sat in the middle of the hairdressers, listening to their idle gossip as one of the trainees shampoo and conditioned my hair to an inch of its life. I started to get neck cramp by the time she had finished easing the knots out of my waist length hair. Ushering me up and over to an empty seat in front of a wall of mirrors, where another girl was stood brandishing a pair of scissors and a comb. I was starting to feel nervous, but couldn't back out now. I knew Rupert had given them express instructions not to cut any further than my shoulder blades. And he was keeping a watchful eye on the rather bored looking hair dresser.

I squeaked as she snipped a long lock of my hair off, closing my eyes and wishing for it to be over as soon as was possible. It didn't take long until she tapped me on the shoulder, holding a hair dryer and starting to blast my hair with the hot air. I stared at my reflection, not recognising myself with the shorter hair style. It now framed my face instead of hiding it and hanging limp down my back, the ends flicking out as they dried. Rupert walked over to where I was sat, placing all of his weight on one leg and crossing his arms, scrutinising me. He nodded and thanked the hair dresser, waiting for me to untangle my limbs from the cloth protecting my clothing from the discarded hair. I bent forward, shivering as my hair now brushed over my cheeks, trying to get used to the lighter feeling. Rupert took hold of my wrist, mentioning that he had already settled the payment and once again dragged me into a shop, piling dark make up into a basket and then moving to the hair dye. I knew I should have spoke up when he picked up the brightest red dye he could find and chucked it into the basket, smirking at me as he then went to pay.

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I let out a sigh, the hair dye really did smell bad. It had only been on for a good ten minutes, turning my already reddish brown a brilliant red. It had taken nearly the whole bottle to cover it all, and Rupert had managed not to get any on my skin. Why couldn't he have bought one that smelt like fruit, at least then I wouldn't want to gag. I checked the clock again, fifteen minutes remained of the time. I sighed and fell back against the chair I was sat on, mindful about where my head hit. I didn't want to get the dye anywhere but my hair, knowing Rupert would have a fit if I did. He danced back into the room, checking the time and the dye.

"I would say it has nearly finished, Meredith," he sang, twisting his hips in time to the music only he could hear. I only nodded, closing my eyes and wishing it was over. I didn't have to wait long before Rupert tugged on my wrist and led me to the bathroom.

"Head over the bath, this is the fun part," he smirked at me, turning the shower on and holding it out over the middle of the bath. I slipped to my knees, images of doing the exact same thing flooding my mind as I shuffled closer to the bath. The lukewarm water hit and trickled down my neck and face, forcing me to close my eyes tight. I was almost transported back to my time with Hunter, starting to tremble as the water kept going. Rupert must have felt the trembles, starting to wash the dye out faster than before. I was glad when it was over, sinking to rest my ass on my heels as I tried to get my breathing under control. Rupert passed me a towel, letting me wrap my wet hair in it and dropping to his knees next to me.

"He was a nasty Master for you, Meredith," Rupert placed an arm around my shoulders, "you shouldn't waste your tears on him. You need someone who'll treat you right, like mine."

I nodded, trying to calm my breathing and trembles. I had told Rupert about Hunter just after I had moved in, I had to as the amount of nightmares I had been having had woke Rupert many a time. I had been messing up his sleep as well as my own, I'd heard him pass by my bedroom door a few times before I'd finally passed out from exhaustion. I was starting to feel like a burden on him, even if he had told me not to feel that way. I moved away from him, straightening up and leaving the bathroom. I didn't know what to do, just knew I had to find something or someone. I paced around my small room, almost tripping over the bags I'd left on the floor when we had returned home. I fell onto the bed, covering my face with the pillow, trying to block out the voices in my head. The small clock hung on the wall chimed the hour, forcing me to stand and get ready for the night before Rupert actually barged in and dressed me himself.

Rummaging around in the bags, I tried to find something that would cover me enough to make me feel comfortable. The only thing that looked anywhere near like it would cover me was the corset and skirt combination I had picked up, I had looked everywhere for some matching underwear, but hadn't found any. Pulling them both on, I reached around and started pulling the strings tight, feeling my chest being squeezed and pushed up slightly. I took a deep breath, getting used to the tight bodice of the corset and worked out how to slide into and tie the boots I was meant to wear that evening. I managed to tie them, standing and getting used to the added height they gave me. Glancing at the clock as a bang on the door shook me out of the world I had fallen into, I decided against putting make up on, knowing it would just be smudged within minutes of being applied. I found I didn't need it anyway, felt heavy and itchy on my skin.

Tottering out of my room, I went in search for Rupert, coming face to face with the stranger from the club stood in the kitchen talking to my house mate. My heart leapt to my throat, and my feet felt like they were glued to the spot. I hadn't felt this way in a long time, not since before Hunter had appeared in my life. I tried to steady my breath as Rupert waved me over, bringing me face to face with the male that had been tainting my every waking thought.

"Kitten, I'd like you to meet Adam, Adam this is Kitten, otherwise known at Meredith," Rupert smirked as neither Adam or myself registered anything but our names, before excusing himself and leaving the kitchen. I was still smaller than him, even in the heels. I looked down, a light blush creeping over my face.

"Nice to properly meet you, Meredith, or should I say Kitten?" he purred, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"K-Kitten is good..." I trailed off, looking back up at him and turning a deeper red as he moved closer to me.

"You look so much better with the shorter hair," he curled a lock around his fingers, pulling on it and causing me to let out a soft moan. I caught his grin turn into a smirk, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I tried to move away, my ass hitting the side of the counter as he came with me. I knew my eyes were full of surprise, and if I hadn't been paying attention to him, I would have sworn he was leaning in to kiss me. I licked my dry lips, trying not to stare into his eyes when he jumped away from me. Even the few seconds of contact had left me breathless, my chest heaving against the confines of my corset. My eyes caught sight of a smirking Rupert, who was mouthing 'told you so' at me from behind Adam's back. I dropped my head, staring at the floor as I tried to get my blush back under control.

"So, are we ready to go then?" Rupert asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet. I nodded and pushed away from the counter, still slightly unsteady on my feet. Adam moved to walk beside me, his hand pressed against the small of my back. Heat ran through me from the touch, subconsciously leaning into him and leaving the house.

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As the night wore on, I had danced, drank and actually had a good time. I found that I couldn't help but warm to Adam, he had a way of easing me into things that I never thought I'd do. I didn't know if it was the drink, or if it was because I'd had no owner in a while. We had been at the club for a few hours before Adam tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to join him outside. I nodded, thankful that the low light hid the blush creeping over my face. He took my hand, leading me out into the cool air through the throng of people crowding the dance floor. We walked for a while, ending up back at the same spot where we first talked. He sat on the bench, leaving me stood and looking awkward. He raised an eyebrow and pulled me to sit next to him, letting his leg touch mine. I dropped my eyes, trying to keep the images that were running through my head in check.

"How long did you think you were going to succeed in hiding from me?" Adam tipped my face up, his eyebrow still quirked. I bit my lip, desperately trying to find an answer for him.

"I honestly do not know," my voice had dropped to a whisper, eyes wide. He smirked, leaning in.

"Well, I know someone not too far from me is looking for a new slave," his breath tickled my ear as his hand ran over my outer thigh and hip. "And I know a pretty little thing who needs a Master."

I let out a soft moan, allowing myself twist into his touch, my head falling to the side. He took it as an invitation, latching his lips just under my right ear and nibbling the soft flesh. I pressed into him tight, a small niggling feeling in the back of my mind warning me I was getting in over my head. And moving too fast. All rational thought fled as soon as his hand ran up the corset and brushed the curve of my cleavage. His attack on my senses stopped just as suddenly as they started, leaving me trembling as he sat back, smirking. I tried to steady my breath, wishing my heart would calm down. I felt his body shift and his arms wrap around me, moving and placing me on his lap. My eyes were wide as I watched his hand dip under my skirt, his other hand arranging it to cover what he didn't want anyone to see. Fingers traced the crotch of the panties I wore, a wider smirk gracing his features.

"Wet already?" his voice dripped with lust, pressing the fabric into my clit with practised fingers. I whimpered and jerked, the sudden contact shocking me out of my thoughts. I heard him chuckle, his fingers starting a slow dance over my covered clit. Sparks of pleasure ran through my body, my chest starting to heave in the confines of the corset. I tried to roll my hips, difficult due to the length of what I was wearing. His fingers became more insistent, slipping under the gusset and teasing the slippery flesh there. My moan was swallowed by a hungry kiss from him, his tongue dancing over mine as one of his fingers slipped into my entrance and traced the walls surrounding it. He knew exactly how to keep me balanced on the edge of orgasm, only letting me fall as broken pleas fell from dry lips, my whole body tensing and relaxing as the orgasm flooded through me. I caught my breath as I fell against him, purring.

I should have known from that moment he wouldn't let me go, and I didn't want him to.