Beautiful Torment and A Thousand Little Deaths   

The written word was just not as powerful or beautiful when read on some cold, hard, electronic device, in His opinion. He enjoyed the scent of old parchment and ink and the texture of the paper between His fingers as He turned the pages. But then, He was a bit old fashioned about most things. The cold, impersonal electronics that most everyone sported these days just could not evoke the same level of intimacy. When He walked into the library that day, He didn't know that He would be so profoundly affected by the girl sitting alone at the corner table reading her book in silence; didn't know, in fact, that she was even there until He rounded the corner and saw her. He immediately noticed her lovely legs peeking out from her skirt just to the side of the table as He stopped at a row of books to observe her unobtrusively. Long, smooth, milky white, and, from what He could see of them, unmarked; which gave Him hope that the rest of her flesh was just as smooth. For, He loved a clean canvas to work with and He had made exquisite pieces of art of more than one submissive. As she rose and walked down the row of books directly across from Him, He watched as she scanned through the shelves, eyes intent on that which was in front of her, unaware of His curious, lustful gaze. He let His eyes travel the length of her body. She was voluptuous, deliciously curvy, her ass ample with wide hips made for grabbing and pulling back onto Him, her breasts full, lush, exquisite. He imagined her naked, hanging from the shackles in His dungeon; His marks on her ass, her thighs, her breasts. He watched as she made way and lowered her head, smiling softly at the librarian who walked past her to replace returned books to their proper places and He could not help the sudden urge to get closer to her. He strode towards her after she returned to the table with her new prize, her eyes gleaming with excitement, she resembled a child with a new toy, He thought, when she finally looked up for a moment from the book and they landed on Him. She had just taken her seat when she saw Him and she was immediately struck by His countenance. The air of absolute confidence, the way He stood tall, the look in His eyes as He watched her. She knew that look. It was desire, lust, and control. Her mind whirled, and her body tingled. She knew Him for what He was. She had seen Him here before returning books. She had spied the name of one of the books and had checked it out to read out of curiosity and was intrigued and excited as she read the story of a sadist dominant and His slave. Could He be? It was too much to ask for. Fate had never been so kind to her before. But there was no mistake. When she realized He was walking towards her, her heart began to pound immediately. He was handsome with dark eyes which seemed to bore into her, dark hair that framed His face perfectly, tall, at least 6 feet, with wide shoulders, and lips that she knew would set her on fire if they were ever to touch her, and big, strong hands that, she also knew, were quite capable of bringing absolute ecstasy to her, as well as absolute pain. She shifted in her seat unconsciously as her body reacted to Him. When she saw His lips curve into a smile as He drew near, it took her breath away. It was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. A smile that, had she been standing, would have brought her to her knees. He stopped just feet from her and let His eyes drift down to the book in her hands and smiled even brighter when He saw the title. It was a book He was familiar with. One He had assigned to a former sub to read as a task and to help her understand her role as a submissive. He knew then that His initial instinct had been right. She was His counterpart and His desire for this woman, which started as a smoldering ember, suddenly burst into an all consuming inferno. He leaned over to her, her hair smelled of jasmine, pleasing to His senses and happy it didn't smell of chemicals. She shuddered as He pulled in close to her. Chills spreading over her when she felt His breath as it caressed her neck. But that was nothing compared to the hot jolt of electricity that shook her as He whispered in her ear. "Are you ready?" Somewhere deep inside her, somewhere she can't define, she knew what He meant, even if not consciously aware of it. She turned to look at Him. His magnificent eyes full of fire, brimming with power. Trying to find the voice that seems to have retreated somewhere, she finally manages a soft reply. "Ready for what, Sir?" Her question loaded she know's, and so does He. He flashes that mesmerizing smile again, glancing back at the book and nodding slightly as He leans back into her, His body inches from her's, the heat of it permeating her flesh and making her shudder, once again leaving her almost faint with blazing desire. "For the beautiful torments and thousand little deaths I have to offer You, ma beauté." OH! The images that rushed her mind at that moment brought a moan from her and she had to close her eyes for a moment. She felt herself tremble and her thighs become slick with her arousal. Slowly, as if hypnotized, she opened them to see Him standing above her, looking intently at her, waiting patiently. He would not push her. She would have to come on her own; willingly. Her breasts heaved as her breaths came heavy and deep and her heart pounded visibly under them. She didn't know this man; hadn't spoken to Him before today. He could be any number of types of psychopaths. But, would a psycho really tell her up front that He wanted to torment her? Deep in her soul she knew He was no psychopath. He was a sadist, and she knew the difference very well. She had loved more than one in her life. Had been at the feet, and at the hands, of several. The thought of kneeling at this Man's feet filled her with exhilaration and the evidence of her desire to be at the mercy of His hands was between her legs, dampening her panties. She couldn't resist, wouldn't resist. She wanted Him as badly as He wanted her, and they both knew it. She nodded her head and He held out a hand to her. She reluctantly tore her eyes away from His and looked at it as she slipped her delicate-fingered hand into His. Leaving all but her purse behind, she followed Him out of the library and after a quick discussion about her having walked here and eliminating the issue of her leaving a vehicle behind, was in His car, driving away from the banality that had been her life for some time, two years, in fact, since her release from her former Master, and toward beautiful torment and little deaths, just as He had promised.