Sarah Fisher - The contract

He examined her, taking in the details of the bruises and marks on her vulnerable body. "Come here," he commanded. She looked down, her small features flushing in the strange light of the helicopter as she crept towards him.

"Master," she murmured, dropping to her knees at his feet.

He smiled and ran his finger through her short spiky hair, letting one hand toy with the glittering rings that pierced her tight nipples. He eased himself back in the chair, spreading his legs so that he encircled her. She shivered deliciously and then bent closer to press a kiss into his groin. He shook his head.

"All fours," he hissed darkly. "I'm going to take back what is rightfully mine."

She turned, revealing the delicious lips of her sex peeking out between the heavier curves of her buttocks. He undid the seat belt and dropped to his knees behind her. She moaned, opening instinctively for his explorations. He slid a finger into the wet creases that he had denied himself during their courtship, relishing the heat and tightness. Beneath him she mewled nervously. He grinned and undid his flies; she would be his whatever had gone on at Deuvar. He guided his cock into her, pressing deep until she gasped with fear. His fingers moved to cup her breasts, teasing and tugging at the silver rings. She arched back towards him, drawing him, compelling him to possess her. He sensed her submission. There was nothing she would ever deny him again.

"Tell me -" he said as he forced her down hard onto the filthy oily floor. "Who am I?"

"Master!" she gasped and ground herself onto his cock. "My Master!"

"Do you think you're going to like your new contract?"

Emily groaned softly. "Yes, master," and rubbed herself against him so that he could dip his fingers into her. A new contract, she thought, as Peter toyed with the glistening folds of her sex – and one that she hoped would last a lifetime.