The music box

Chapter 1 - the box

She could hear it again as her heavy eyelids fluttered open. The tinkle of that music box in the corner. The strangely soothing and yet sad song stopping as her eyes finally opened all the way. A soft light burned in the corner. She had awoken to find herself back in her bed though she knew she had not been there all night. She pulled the warm covers down her body as she sat up to look around her room. There on the pillow next to the one she had been laying on a moment before was the delicate rose bud she knew she would find there. He always left her a small token of his affection for her. Sometimes it was a rose others it was a shiny trinket. The first gift had been the music box that sat on the bedside table next to her head. Long ago the soft music that filled her ears would send her off to a dreamland that meant her lover was coming for her. She could no longer remember how he had trained her to fall under its spell and his. She craved those nights when as she slipped into sleep the music box would be opened and once again she was his. Pulling the ribbon from her curls they bounced onto her bare shoulders. Her midnight blue silk gown had slipped down her arms and the tendrils of her hair tickled her breasts. Reaching over she plucked the rose bud off the pillows and inhaled it's scent. She rubbed the delicate blossom softly against her cheek imagining it was instead the soft touch of her lovers lips against her cheek. She closed her eyes and could see the perfect planes of his face. She could feel the silk of his dark hair in the memory of her fingertips. Taking a deep breath she opened her eyes once again. Pulling her covers back up she lay back down on her own pillow and ran her palm over the empty spot still warm from the love making that had happened there a short time ago. Her heart her very soul belonged to him. Turning over on her side she reached up to turn the soft light out so she could stare out at the stars that were beginning to fade and remember the waking dream of that night.



She had only just closed her eyes when that music broke through her unconscious mind. Sitting up slowly in bed she had slid to her feet standing next to her bed waiting for him to come to her. Through her balcony doors he quietly entered her room and seeing her standing there he smiled to himself. She was beautiful in the moonlight. Her light hair the color of sunshine and skin as pale as the moonlight she stood bathed in. Her lips pouty and perfect he loved to run a fingertip over them tracing the bow before kissing her with all the passion she brought out in him. Slipping an arm around her thick waist from behind he pulled his little one against his chest. She sighed content to be in his arms again. "Have you missed me my love?", he whispered into her ear. "Yes Master I am whole only when I am with you," She said. She had worn his favorite gown to bed. His favorite because all he had to do was until the ribbons on her shoulders and the silk slid down her body like a water fall revealing to him the curves he loved so well. Stepping back from her he placed his fingers on her shoulders slipping fingertips under the bows of the ribbons gently pulling them open the gown pooled around her feet. The coolness of the room causing goose flesh to rise on her arms as her nipples puckered tightly. He ran a fingertip down her spine. Shivering with his touch she tipped her head back. He had her so very well trained the slightest touch and she responded to his will. Walking around her he never removed his palm from her body. He felt the deep dip of her waist and the delicate curve of her stomach. His hands slid further up to her ribcage he could feel the soft flesh as his hands took her full breasts into his hands. She tipped her face up to him in her supplicating way begging for a taste of him. "Do you wish to drink of your masters lips my little slave,?" He asked of her. "Yes my Master please grant me this wish," She said. Leaning down he kissed her fully on the mouth. "Open for me," He said against her lips and she did. Sliding his tongue inside she moaned in her pleasure. She tasted of heaven and honey so sweet. He may control her, but, god was he a fool for this girl. Sliding his hands down her body he pulled her to him rubbing his aroused cock against her . Stepping back from her again He commanded her to undress him. "Yes Master," She answered in a dreamy tone. Slowly she ran her hands up his chest and as she began to undo the buttons down the front of his shirt. He whispered a single word aloud and she began to kiss the exposed skin as she went along. Finally she slid the sleeves of his unbuttoned shirt down his arms and flicked her tongue over his nipples biting gently before licking her way downward and getting to her knees. Her softly touched the top of her head and she unbuttoned and unzipped him. "Do you wish to taste your master again?," He asked of her. "Yes," she replied. And a moment later she finished undressing him and taking his hard cock into her soft hand she kissed him on the tip before licking down the shaft. She fed his cock through her open lips and massaging with her tongue pulled him back into her throat. She put her hands on his hips and pulled him forward holding him tightly in her hands faster she moved her mouth around him. A few moments later he called out the command to stop. He wanted to be inside of her too badly to cum like this. She stopped and sat back on her feet to await his next order. Pulling her to her feet he said, "Come slave I wish to make love to you," he said. She followed him to her bed and waited for his next command.



He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to himself. Bending his head he took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. She moaned softly in the back of her throat as he then nibbled on the other. He gently bit her throat causing her to shake all over with need. Tipping her chin down he kissed her once again. Before commanding her to climb onto the bed. She climbed up next to him and as he lay back her pulled her with him. She gazed down at him with a passion in her eyes even in her dreaminess that could not be disguised. He knew someday he would tell her the complete truth of their nights together if she could still look at him the same way then perhaps all would be well. He commanded her to straddle him and he sheathed himself inside. Slowly she began to move her hips against him the music box next to the bed setting the rhythm until he was ready for her to move faster. She was soon moving her hips quicker the rhythm a passionate wild abandon. "Tell me!," he commanded. "I long to feel you inside me. You make me feel so good Master. I dream of your touch. You are the only one I wish to ever touch me," she chanted. A moment later he pulled her against him as he felt the spasms of her orgasm and pulled him over the edge with her. Placing a gentle kiss on her for head he held her to his racing heart. It was time he knew he could stay no longer or risk getting caught. Helping her back into her gown he commanded her to climb beneath the soft covers on her bed. She lay back against her pillow and as he climbed back out of the balcony doors the music tinkled to a stop. The smell of roses in the waning night air.