Epilogue Part 2

“Mabel!” The commanding voice that comes from his mouth vibrates within me.
I crawl a bit more and stop at the edge of the bed, sitting on my knees. His slow movement in the room is territorial as he walks around naked and completely sexy.
“What are you wanting, little bird?”
My eyes drop to the floor when he says my nickname, used only by his lips when he wants to give me an order as his submissive. Only he has the power to bring me before him like this, so surrendered and completely his. His body halts in front of me, making me tremble with anticipation, feeling the energy building within me. I welcome his touch as his hands glide through my hair, caressing it. But soon they become powerful, gripping my hair tightly. Czar makes me look at him, holding my head firmly, locking his brown eyes onto mine.
“What do you desire, little bird?” His commanding voice fills me with a sense of loyalty, the total surrender I give to him.
The cold touch of the leather passes over my face as he watches me, allowing the belt to follow the contours of my body, sliding over my breasts, up to my face.
“I don’t have much control when you’re like this, Mabel.” His voice is powerful yet wild, intertwined with the loss of control we both submit to each other, allowing me to see my master more surrendered to me than I am to him.
“Like what, my lord?” I murmur softly, smiling at him.
I close my eyes and feel the warmth of his breath near my face as his body lowers, leaning closer to me. He pulls my hair back harder, making me moan in pleasure, a mix of pain and desire taking over me.
“So mine, little bird!” The timbre of his voice heats my body like a tall bonfire igniting me. I lose myself even more in the sensation of the leather belt slipping against my skin.
I feel his lips on mine, falling into his magnetism, his strength, and his power. I am no longer my own; I am completely his. Every corner, every cell of my body knows to whom it belongs. My lord kisses me with possession and lust, making me moan on his lips as he steals my breath away. I crave his rough kiss because it makes me feel alive, drawing moans from me with each touch of his tongue.
The truth is, I will never be normal, and he understands me. He protects me from myself because Czar isn’t normal either. He is my lord, my master, and I am his submissive. We are raw love, need, loyalty, power, possession, and the surrender of the submissive before her owner. I don’t care about what I am or what I was raised to be because everything has led me to him.
His movement is swift, like the experienced predator he is, and his body already binds to mine, immobilizing me. My back touches the sheet, but my body doesn’t feel it. I burn alive with each touch from my owner. His hand releases my hair and pulls at the thin fabric of my nightgown, tearing it into shreds, making it a worthless rag before his will to claim me. I stretch out more on the bed, like a needy cat waiting for her lord’s affection. I let my eyes get lost in his, which shine so intensely, like a great bonfire, taking all the air from my lungs. His hand glides over my skin, unraveling me among moans and sighs, along with his fresh scent close to me. Czar uses one of his legs to push mine apart, giving himself more space. My body begs for him, rubbing against his hip. With just one movement, Czar presses his hip against mine, completely immobilizing me. He drags my hands upward with the belt, still keeping his eyes locked onto mine, so warm and alive.
“Napolitano,” he rasps, as I feel the contrast of the leather on my smooth neck as he circles it, passing the buckle and fastening it.
In slow movements, he wraps the rest of the leather left in his hand, pulling me close to him. I feel the material tightening around me, almost taking my soul. I love the leap into the abyss, the sensation of falling, of surrendering, of giving him power, of letting him do whatever he wants with me.

When his body meets mine, I'm already waiting for him. I'm already begging for his cock inside me, and I receive it with abandon, in every inch that invades me, stretching me, taking me with force.
"Czar..." I murmur and bite my mouth.
His eyes close and he pushes his hips forward, until there's nothing but our chests pressed together and my name being pronounced by his mouth, which drags past my ear.
"Mabel, my perdition..."
We stay here, in that second, just contemplating our bodies united, with our hearts beating fast and strong. My legs pass around his waist and I hold myself tighter to him. I recreate every path of his back with my fingers. Together we are our madness, our illness incarnated in the form of lust and pure desire to be and belong to each other. Czar moves quickly and stands up, taking me with him, while his weight supports him on his legs, hugging my back tighter, leaving me mounted on him. My body moves freely and I feel his cock throb inside me, fucking me hard and intense. I don't take my eyes off his when his hand grips the belt tighter, pulling it back, while he fucks me harder, rougher, wilder and more carnal. I feel his kiss on my shoulder and his teeth dig into my skin, making me feel pain along with the pleasure. My nails climb up his back, scratching him, tearing his skin. We lose ourselves, until there's nothing left but our bodies so fucking connected, kicking all consciousness out of my brain. I lose myself in my master's control when he hugs me so tightly, with a promise to never let me fall, to be my protector, my worst executioner, my favorite bogeyman. His hand goes up my back and pulls my hair, moving my head back and giving him full access to my breasts. My hips move in tandem with his, receiving him deeper inside me. I lose myself in the warmth of his lips as he captures my breast, taking it into his mouth and sucking it hungrily.
I release my arms from his back and let myself fall backwards, being held by my master. My eyes, clouded by lust, watch through my half-closed eyelids the white ceiling, which receives my perdition, while I scream, moaning loudly, feeling as if I were flying free.
"Look at me, little bird!"
Czar pulls me back to him and increases the rhythm of his hips, making me feel him deeper, feeling his strength that consumes me. His cock thrusts fiercely, until my body is thrown into nirvana, having the orgasm sweeping my head away.
"Oh, Czar!"
The smile of possession is stamped on his mouth, as I see myself here, so submissive to him, to my master, to my owner. Czar releases my body on the bed and pulls out of me, standing up as he removes himself from the bed. Before I can ask, I feel his hand wrap around my ankles and flip me over on the mattress, making me lie on my stomach. He drags my legs until only my chest is on the mattress, with my feet touching the floor, and I feel his hips brush against mine, with Czar bending down and giving my ass a light kiss. His foot slowly taps my calf, pushing it apart, with his hands holding my hips. The tip of his cock, smeared with my pussy fluids, brushes against my asshole, which makes me lift my head and look at the headboard, while I take a deep breath and dig my nails into the mattress.
"Just relax, baby." He takes a deep breath as I feel the first twinge of pain as his cock invades me.
"Oh, fuck!" I hide my face in the mattress and stifle a scream, squeezing my fingers tighter inside them.
Czar keeps pushing himself and taking up more space inside me, while my body tries to get used to the size of his cock. One of his hands reaches up and grabs my hair, as I take a deep breath and feel a mixture of pain and pleasure grow inside me. Czar brings his other hand under me and rubs his fingers against my pussy slowly.