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Grim

Knock, knock.

This must be my new submissive. Closing my eyes, I can picture a small, petite woman standing on the opposite side of the door. I inhale a deep breath; her scent fills my nose.

It's intoxicating.

It’s delicious.

Turning around, I take in the neatly arranged room.

There in the middle of the room is my black four-poster bed, a black silver sheet neatly made, and chains connected to the wood frame. Two at the head of the bed, two at the foot of the bed, two chains connected on both sides of the bed, and hanging chains for when I need them for air play.

Looking to the right of the room, I take in the black rack of whips and chains and the smaller rack with blindfolds and ribbons.

The black carpet makes the room completely my dungeon. A rather elegant dungeon.

Inhaling the scent of the woman on the other side of the door again, my fingers trace the front and back of the bright red ribbon in my hand.

I can’t wait to make this new submissive mine.

Holding the door handle in my other hand, I turn the knob and open the door.

The woman standing before me isn't what I had pictured…

Not at all.

She’s tall, with the brightest red hair I've ever seen, and when she makes eye contact with me, she has these bright blue eyes. It’s like staring at the ocean and the sky all at once.

“Sir.” She bows her head in greeting.

Obedient already, I like this.

I take note of her clothing; she’s wearing a black coat, and I’m sure there isn't anything underneath.

My attire isn't much different.

“Step inside and close the door.” She does as I ask, and with such confidence in her steps.

Wondering if she has done this before…

Mother Mayden assured me she is new and fresh for the taking.

First things first.

“Do I have your consent?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now face the door, and close your eyes.” She pauses for a split second.

My cock hardened under my cloak.

“Take off your coat.” She inhales a sharp breath and proceeds to slip the coat off her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor at her feet.

My, oh my.

She isn't the petite woman I had been imagining.

This woman has thick thighs, a curvy waist, and a juicy round ass, almost like a peach.

Hmm.

The hum of magic radiating off her aura is exhilarating.

I inhale her scent; it is driving me insane.

Reaching forward, I grab her hands and tie the ribbon around her wrists.

God, she is a good, fucking girl.

“What's your name?” I whisper into her hair.

Strawberries.

That’s what I can smell.

“Riven.” She says with confidence.

I like it.

“What’s your specialty?” Every coven member has a specialty that they were born with. Mother Mayden speaks to spirits, and that’s classed as the highest rank of power.

I am the Grim Reaper. The one who controls the dead, and that's why I have this dungeon and have full control in here.

Everyone fears me.

“I don't have one.” Her words shake on the last word.

I quickly spin her around. “Open your eyes,” I order her.

She does as she’s told. Curious blue eyes staring back at me, she doesn't utter a word.

“What do you mean you don't have a specialty? You can’t be in this coven without one.” Riven’s eyes don't change; she just continues to stare at me.

“Answer me!” I command.

“Mother Mayden is my grandmother. She’s the only one who knows. She believes I'm just a late bloomer, and you might be able to help me.” I don’t understand how I can help her; I’m not a part of her coven.

I only have an unbreakable contract with this coven.

“I don’t know how I can help. I don’t possess your kind of magic. I am magic.” This has dampened the mood a little. We only have a small amount of time together, and I don't want to waste any more.

“There’s no answer I can give you right now, but I have tried everything.” My neck twitches.

Anger is pulsating through my veins.

“Enough.” Her eyes go wide, shock on her face, and it’s so tasty.

I lean forward, sticking my tongue out; I lick the side of her face. Starting at her chin and licking my way up to her temple. She freezes, holding her breath.

Sweet and salty.

“Close your eyes.” She does as she’s told. I hook my finger in the ribbon and lead her toward the chair in the corner of the room.

I stop her just in front of it. I take off my coat and place it nearly on the seat.

I take in the sight of her naked body in front of me.

Perfectly rounded breasts, her pink nipples that are hard right now.

“Kneel,” I order. She follows without hesitation.

The corner of my mouth lifts, my cock twitching at the sight of her kneeling for me.

Such a good little submissive.

I want to see how far she'll let me go, how far she'll let me take her.

My fingers run across her cheek before my thumb presses down across her bottom lip.

My cock twitches at the way her plump lips open as if they're ready and waiting for what's about to happen next.

I stand there, completely naked, and I reach down and grab my cock, running the head across her lips, pre-cum already coating them as I do.

Fuck, what a sight she is.

“Open wide, Peach,” my husky voice commands, and without waiting for me to finish my sentence, her lips part wider.

I let out a low growl. While her eyes were still closed, I thrust my cock between her lips.

Fuuuck.

I close my eyes as I thrust inch by inch. I'm not small by any means.

I'm not gentle as I push her to take it all; she gags and water beads at the corner of her eyes, but she takes it all like the good fucking girl she is.

She wraps her lips around all nine inches of me, taking me to the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back.

“Fuck baby, that's it. Such a good fucking girl. Swallow that cock, baby.” I praise her and smirk, seeing the way her body reacts to my praises.

Her tongue darts out, licking across my head when I pull my cock free.

“As much as I want to watch you swallow my cum, I'm not quite done with you yet, Peach.” Grabbing her bound wrist, I force her to stand before I tug her behind me.

She follows like the obedient, submissive she is. I'm not sure if Riven understands what she's gotten herself into, or if she's been forced into it, or if she fully understands what I truly need from her, but I'm more than happy to show her just what I like.

Standing just before the bed, I step closer to her. “Open your eyes.”

Riven opens her eyes, and I smile down at her.

“Did you expect anything like this?”

“No.” she tells me honestly.

Tugging the ribbon, she moves even closer to me. I inhale the strawberry scent and her nipples get harder with our closeness.

Without warning, I pinch her right one between my thumb and finger and twist.

She lets out a hard breath, her face grimacing as she goes to pull away.

“Don't fucking move,’ I warn her.

Twisting her nipple harder, forcing her to release a strangled breath.

“Now we're going to have some fun, and I'm going to use you like the fuck toy you are.”

Riven’s eyelashes flutter as my fingers move to her left nipple, giving it the same treatment as the right.

“Pick a safe word, Riven.” She eyes me for a moment, her lips parting before I watch as her throat moves while she gulps. My hand moves toward her throat; my thumb strokes against her pulse point, my teeth eager to sink into her skin.

“Safe word Riven,” I command her again.

“Magic.” She murmurs, her head dropping so her eyes drift to the floor.

A deep growl erupts from me and I move around her, my fingers caressing the side of her neck and up across her jaw before I move to the rack I keep all my toys on.

Riven lifts her head, eyeing me before she drops it back down.

Grabbing a few of my favorite items, I place them on the bed before my gaze drifts to Riven, her head still bowed as she waits, nervous energy pulsing through her.

She's anxious, understandable- but she'll learn to take the pain I give her.

Lifting the flogger, I move toward her, gently running it across her shoulder before skimming it down her collarbone and across her nipple.

“This is a flogger; it brings pain,” I say, lifting it and slapping it across her nipple. Riven jolts, letting out a harsh breath as her eyes connect with mine.

“But it can also bring immense pleasure.” I run it across her other nipple as I watch her flinch while her eyes close tightly, waiting for the pain to arrive.

I move it away and lean down a little in front of her.

I take her nipple between my lips and suck it while my tongue darts out, coating her hard tip with my saliva.

Her eyes open and she watches me, pleasure coating her face in this instance, but once I bring the flogger across her nipple again, her eyes widen, and the whack of leather makes her cry out loud.

“You can use your safe word, Riven, anytime. But I bet that pussy is fucking drenched right now.” I growl, moving my fingers to her pussy, pushing two fingers inside her.

I was correct; her pussy is very fucking wet.

“Fuck Peach, this pussy is soaking already, and I've only just begun…” I hear the inhale of her breath.

“Someone like a little pain, huh?” I chuckle as my fingers move inside her, pushing just enough to make her groan out loud.

With my fingers still inside her, I bring the flogger down across her left nipple this time, and she lets out a mixture of a moan and a cry as her pussy clenches around me.

My mouth finds her nipple again, and I suck and lick, bringing her to the edge.

I repeat every move until she's crying out.

“No noise,” I command, and she whimpers.

“Disobeying me, Peach?” She shakes her head.

“Good girl.”

I thrust back and forth, making her squirm as she's close, her pussy clenches, and just as she's about to come, I stop. Removing my fingers and stare down at her while she gives me a look of frustration.

“Patience, Peach,” I smirk.

This time when my fingers push inside her, I wrap my other hand around her throat, my fingers clenching around the column of her neck. Her pulse quickens, under my touch, and slowly I thrust inside her.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.