My hands pulled her deeper into the kiss as I took more of her in, her submission of will to the kiss letting me do so. Turning to her, I push her into the wall as her hands ravage my body when mine leave her face so that I can lean them above her head, her moan of surprise cut off by my pull of her bottom lip. My lips travel from her lips to her neck, kissing her in the need to hear the moans I had been muffling, and when I do hear them, my body pushes closer to her. Whispering my name, she fights my hands holding hers, but I keep them in place going lower to her. I lead them where they are, and pull the straps of the loose baby pink dress she was wearing till it rested under her breasts.I am quick and take one of her nipples in and suck and twist them with malice intentions, my name the sound of the room along with moans and heavy breaths. The thought of the painting has my teeth sinking softly into her breast, making her gasp in the

Alone in the silence of the room, I balance my head in my trembling palms, a shivering breath coming from my lips. I knew what I needed to do. With motions slow and heavy, I close and file all that clattered my table before grabbing my coat, phone and keys. Stepping into the car I give the driver the location, one of suffocating memory. Passing the clutter of cars, people and lights that made the city I find myself so numb. I have been numb before. So, numb of drugs I found myself sure that my pulse was all but a myth because life could not exist in the nothingness that was me in that moment. My body was numb from the shock of the pain that struck me as the car that held my mother, father and I took the impact of a truck driver. My heart is numb from the loss of my baby girl as she meets the earth she never got to see with her own eyes. I have been numb before, yet as the car went past each light in the street, I asked myself. Why the heartbreak and hate that poured itself

"The first night Angel had me as a submissive, I knew what I was getting into. I gave him my body, heart, trust and my voice and I don't regret it, I just wonder about it sometimes." Walking through the evaluator, I shiver as the puddle worth of rainwater falls from my body. The soft sound of the piano serenades the dimly lit penthouse, I welcome it because I know who created it. With soft steps, my heels knock on the wooden floor until I come into view of him. Angel. His attention is ripped from the piano when he looks up, and in seconds a once calm and tempered dementor is shifted. With my arms folded around my chest, I know he takes in the image of the rose gold knee-length dress. Coming from an art show, I thought I would beat the rain but it had other thoughts. For seconds, he says nothing, simply taking me in visually. He stands from the stool, teeth clenched as he takes slow strides toward me with his shirt moving with his steps until he is stan

The stiff feeling of my body as I woke on the floor brings me back to where I am. My eyes open to the sight of ink black stilettoes with a red sole. Embracing the stiffness of my body as it woke from the ground, I bring myself of my side and to a position on my knees, my head dropped in respect in wait of her words "Good morning Angel." Her greeting though cold, more comforting than most reserved."Good morning Mistress." I respond in respect with my hands finding their way behind my back. I feel like chill of my bare chest from the room when a hand comes forth to my cheek until it brings me up from under my chin with a single finger. My head rises to look at Mistress Diane "You will get ready and dressed, your suit will be placed on the bed after your shower. Breakfast will be served in twenty minutes." I gather my given information and nod at her words "Thank you Mistress."

  My sleep is shaken by the sound of a phone ringing. With sleepy eyes I check the time on the night stand clock and see that it is a little after three in the morning. Following the sound, I notice that it is Celeste's phone so I shake her lightly in an effort to wake her up. When she does, I point to her phone which she looks at in equal confusion. Slowly she takes hold of it and sits up when she sees the name "It's Andrew." Both of us surprised at why he would be calling so late she answers the phone then putting it on speaker "Hello?" The response is silence, confusion grows on her face, maybe he dialled by mistake "Andrew?" Her voice weary at the sound of shallow breathing when I notice a small shake in her hand, the phone almost slipping when she brings it closer to her before unsurely asking "Angel?" The sound of m