A Tale of Years — The Fallen
Credits:
I guess over the years I’ve been known for my darker stories. I was told many times when I was younger “What’s a nice girl like you writing filth like this this.” (Thanks Chase the Wind for that btw.). But one day something happened, like a switch had been thrown and I felt the need to write something different, and I don’t think my writing has been quite the same since, and this is the story where that change took place.
Please welcome Chelsea and be kind, she has a long road to travel.
Synopsis:
A year, a year at a time, no more. Such are the rules, such is my penance, for I am amongst the Fallen, and my task is not yet complete.
Chapter 1 — A Single Year
She sits obediently on my lap, her long blonde hair falling on me as I draw up the hem of her stark professional skirt, my hand gliding up her silky thighs to find her naked soft sex waiting for me.
She gasps ... soft shocked mewls as my fingers stroke her gently, her body shivering as her eyes gaze at me with wonder.
It’s been a year since we first met, she and I ... the cold hard loveless executive and the young istrative assistant. It hadn’t been easy for her at first ... accepting her growing need ... learning to obey ... feeling joy ... .
My fingers circle her clit as she opens her blouse ... just as she’s been trained ... her fingers finding her hard erect nipples ... her gasps and moans echoing sweetly in my ears as my long red nails slip inside of her, finding her hot wet needy cunt ready for me.
It brings me back ... the first touch ... the moment she knew that she needed me ... that moment when my fingers brushed aside all of her cares, all of her worries ... the moment she accepted that she belonged to me.
I can still it ... the protests ... even as my fingers gently parted her legs. The cries of how this wasn’t her ... how she couldn’t understand ... how she wasn’t like this even as she opened to my touch for the first time. Oh, how she’d moaned ... how wet she’d been ... all those years of denial ... cumming so hard that she’d cracked the glass top of her desk in her need.
Whimpering ... that was what she was best at ... whimpering in need ... in lust ... the first time I bent her over her desk ... slipped my dong inside of her protesting cunt ... and the day I opened her ass to the joy of my touch for the first time. Oh, the sweet surrender ... watching her crawl across the floor in helpless need ... begging me ... demanding that I take her ... crying and whimpering in desperate need ... needing to be owned ... body and soul.
Gently I slip my tongue around her swollen nipple ... hearing her coo ... each touch as if it were the first time ... her toned hard body arching against me ... her joy radiating ... her loneliness ended ... her purpose known ... .
She bucks against my fingers ... knowing what I want ... her ion, her need ... knowing that I wish only the most beautiful of her gifts this day ... her shrieks, her moans, her cum coating my fingers.
“Now Cassie ... now.” I whisper as she silently shrieks ... her cunt clenching on my fingers ... her perfect lips whispering, “oh yes ... oh yes mistress ... oh thank you thhaankk youuuuuuuuu!!!”
Gratefully she collapses against me ... her tear-filled kisses raining down on me as I soak them in ... cherishing each one, burning them into my memory. Our tears mingling as I lead her to the couch and lay her down. “Sleep my precious love ... sleep and wake to a life of joy.”
“But ... I don’t want to.” she whimpers, her eyes begging me. They always do ... each one haunting me.
“But you will.” I say with a sad smile. “You will.”
She closes her eyes, looking angelic and beautiful as she slumbers. Gently I reach down and remove her collar ...
“A new life for you Cassandra ... one filled with love. She is out there somewhere waiting for you, and now my precious pet, you have the heart to find her and make both of your lives complete.”
I press my fingers to my lips and then to hers before I turn and leave the office. A single year, that is all I am permitted, even if I wished it otherwise, as I so often did, this was my penance, the ache, the longing, never to remain until my task was done.
I glanced at my wings, still ebon black, looking for the lightnening that I longed to see, that I would have to see before the golden gates would open for me once again. But I had sinned and rebelled, and the cost of that is high.
I sighed but then smiled wistfully. Somewhere out there was another woman in need ... and it was time the I found her ... for a year.