Her Name Was Felicity

Her name was Felicity, and she moved like the wind; all grace and whisp and feathery touches, feathery glances to and for, never settling on any one thing for long before moving on to the next. He had loved watching her; he had watched, loving her. He sat in a recliner in His house, drinking from a tumbler half full of scotch, and recalled one night in particular, near the beginning of  their time together, when it was all so wonderful for them both. When they thought that nothing could come between Their perfect synchronization. His girl, Felicity was, and her submission to Him was nothing I fit wasn't  like her name, like bliss. Together, they had soared to heights neither of   them had been before; His Dominance, her submission, Their love and devotion, perfect as it was.

"No panties, Felicity." His voice was soft, smooth, commanding, and He was sure she shivered with delight on the other end of the phone. "Yes Master," she breathed, barely words at all, so soft they were. "I will be there at seven; I do not want to wait." He cradled the  receiver and went to shower, to shave, Felicity on His mind.

Arriving two minutes before seven, He turned His head to look at the front window of her apartment, imagining her inside; a final glance in the mirror, a quick, almost nervous run of her hands through her shoulder- length, chestnut hair, grabbing her purse, and stepping outside, locking the door behind her. And there she was, on the stoop, coming so quickly down the steps, a smile lighting her face like the brightest of sunny days, beautiful to behold. He watched her approach the car, His own smile spreading as the car door opened and she slipped onto the seat, her delicious scent wafting to Him as she pressed her lips to His cheek, lovingly whispering, "Hello, my Master."

"Felicity, you are gorgeous, as always. Are we ready, then?" She nodded, and He put the car in gear, moving away from the curb,and towards the reservations held for them at Sakura, an over priced but deserving Japanese restaurant. Dinner was wonderful, their conversation light, flirtatious, and He knew that the flush in her cheeks was not only from the warm Sake' He had ordered with the meal. Towards the end of the meal, He tilted His head to look at her, intensely, whispering her name. She looked up, eyes finding His briefly before darting down again, and He smiled. So charming and demure she was; so perfect for Him. He reached across the table, His fingertips pressing lightly under her chin, lifting her head slightly, catching her gaze. She bit her lower lip and looked into His eyes. "My instruction, it was followed?" "Yes, Master."  "Show me." She reached her hands down then, grasping the hem of her short,form- fitting skirt, hiking it up, past her hips, then slid a hand between her legs, parting them, dipping in one finger, then up again, across the table, finger touching His lips, gently. Her scent, musky, a veritable wine of passion. And her taste, oh her taste! He mused, parting His lips, sucking her finger into His mouth, tongue swirling slowly,cleaning it. Releasing her finger, He smiled; slow, deliberate, full of love, of  promise. "Come, Felicity." He stood, taking out a fifty and a twenty, tossing them onto the table. Let the vultures in the kitchen squawk about who got what, He thought, taking Felicity's hand and leading her outside, to His car.

Inside His house, He calmly said, "Strip" and walked to one of tie back bedrooms, disappearing for a brief moment, confident that when Here turned, she would be nude. He came quietly back into the room, ordering, "Face away" before coming  into her sight, and He smiled as He saw her, unclothed, her back to Him, her firm, rounded buttocks begging for the attention that He would soon be giving. "My Felicity," He whispered, "so radiant, so lovely...so MINE." She quivered then, and He imagined a soft smile on her face as she murmured, "Thank You, Master." Reaching her, He stroked the slight, silken curve directly above her buttocks, and He heard her suck in a breath, and tense slightly, anticipating. "Give Me your hands," He said, and watched as she smoothly moved her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists as they settled against her skin. He grasped them in one hand, His other hand going to His back pocket, and withdrawing a length of nylon rope, which He slowly, skillfully,looped about her wrists; tight enough to bind, not tight enough to restrict the flow of blood. He spoke gently to her all the while,explaining how He was tying the rope about her wrists, how He loved her, how happy she made Him. When He was finished tying off the rope, He whispered,"Turn around," and she complied, her shoulders back, pushing her breasts forward, her nipples already hard from the excitement of her submission to Him. Her head was lowered slightly and He tilted it up with a pressing of His fingers under her chin, then He leaned forward, pressing His lips to hers gently, at first, then with more pressure as His tongue moved against her own lips, parting them, working it's way between them to tease against her own tongue as she willingly responded in kind He broke the kiss and pulled back, removing His fingers from her chin, and told her to kneel, watching her comply without hesitation. Running a hand slowly over her hair and across her cheek, He looked down at her; so still, so poised, her arms behind her back as she knelt in front of Him. "Which shall it be tonight, my lovely? The crop? The cat? Or perhaps the flogger, which you've shied away from before.....? Tell me, my beauty, which shall it be?" A brief pause, He sensed her hesitation to answer, and then: "Whichever would most please You, my Master."   He chuckled softly and stroked her cheek once more before stepping away from her slightly, then crouching before her, murmuring, "Then the flogger it will be, for that would please me, Felicity." He watched her reaction to this and was not surprised to see her eyes widen the tiniest bit and her teeth bite down slightly upon her lower lip before she responded, "Yes, Master." He straightened then and turned, ordering, "To your feet, and off to the back bedroom with you, then. I'll be there momentarily." "Yes Master," she whispered, and stood, quickly moving across the floor and into the back room, disappearing from His sight.

He entered the room and saw her there, just as He liked seeing her;   leaning forward over the back of the chair that had been bolted to the floor, her fingers twined together at the small of her back, ass facing the entryway, her legs spread wide. Already He could see the glistening wetness between her firm thighs. He stepped forward, reaching behind Him to swing the door shut with a click, and He saw her twitch just a bit from the noise, which made Him smile. "Felicity," He crooned. "A tad jumpy tonight, my sweet pet?" Her whisper, "Just a bit, Master.." "But why?" He questioned, stepping a bit closer, His hand resting lightly upon the flogger at His belt-loop. "Perhaps because I know tonight You will use the flogger, Master.." she said, in that lilting, chinadoll voice she had. He chuckled then, and reached out to stroke her thigh, and she moved into the touch almost imperceptibly. "You know I will not go further than you wish, Felicity." "Yes Master, I do." "Then relax, my lovely, and enjoy, for that is what brings you to me, true? Enjoyment? And something more...the desire to submit to Me,yes?" "Yes Master." "Then submit." He breathed, moving His hand to stroke along her inner thigh, fingertips barely grazing the swollen lips of her sex, a moan floating from her throat, to reach His ears; the first, and surely the quietest, of her moans that night.

He came back to Himself then, looking down into the empty tumbler in his hand, and sighed; long, drawn out, full of the weight of many things upon Him. He stood wearily, stumbled briefly and had to catch Himself on the arm  of the chair He had just vacated, then careened across the carpet to the liquor cabinet to refresh His drink His glass full again, He walked to the bay window that over-looked the seaside, watching the gulls circle above the sand, and His mind slid back to that delicious and so very successful night with Felicity,and the flogger.

The sharp "CRACK!" of the flogger upon Felicity's bare ass reverberated in  the small room, as did the cry from her throat. He gazed down at her, writhing, bent over the back of the chair,noting how her ass seemed to glow a bright red from the ministrations of the flogger He held. "Are you enjoying, Felicity? Are you, my cunt?" He growled,reaching around to pinch a hardened nipple between His fingers, tugging and twisting as she moaned, her eyes slipping closed from the pleasure. "Yes, Master!" she managed to gasp, arching her back, her thigh and calf\par muscles straining, her body surging forward over the back of the chair, seeking the attention to her nipples, a whimper catching in her throat. "What is it, my pet? What do you want?" He coaxed, tweaking her nipple roughly between His fingers as she gasped again, then moaned. "More....." she mewed, pressing forward again, seeking His hand. "Ahhh," He murmured, and brought up the arm which held the flogger,  swinging it down hard and fast against her reddened ass, dragging another scream of pleasure-pain from her throat as she leaned into the bite of the leather strips against her tender flesh. A few more cracks of the flogger, and He glanced at her face,streaked with tears, but still oh so beautiful! Her head was tilted back,   exposing her throat, her lips parted, gasping in air and letting it out with a sultry half-growl, half-purr. He lowered the arm holding the flogger, then dropped it to the floor. "My sweet Felicity....my darling bitch," He whispered, running His hand lightly across her red, overheated buttocks, making her moan again, squirming, pushing back ever so slightly against His touch. Angry red welts had risen in criss-cross stripes along the ivory flesh, and He brushed His fingertips across them, hearing her gasp softly,  her back arching.Reaching to her lower back with both hands, He deftly untied the rope which bound her wrists together, dropping the rope to the floor and massaging the indentations around her wrists, coaxing circulation back into her hands. He pulled her away from the back of the chair, having to steady her as she swayed against Him, her eyes glazed. Lifting her effortlessly into His arms, he carried her a few paces over to the bed against the far wall, laying her down upon it. She moaned again, drawing her legs up, her head turning to follow His movements as He unbuckled His belt and unfastened His pants,shoving them down His legs, and kicking them aside. His erection was thick, the head a purplish hue, a drop of precum glistening there. Pulling His shirt from His frame, He knelt onto the bed between her spread legs, gently stroking her inner thighs, the muscles of which quivered from the contact. She turned her head to face forward, arms reaching for Him as He braced Himself above her, against her, and in one swift thrust, He was inside of her, her gasp from the penetration music to His ears. He held still, resting inside of her warmth, looking down at her; her hair mussed, but sexily so, her eyes glazed, full lips parted. She arched her back slightly up off the bed then, whimpering, her full breasts thrust forward by the act, nipples hard. He slid Himself out part-way, smiling down at her, then rammed His full length deep inside of her once again, her breasts bouncing with the impact, her eyes closing, a look of pure delight crossing her features. He began then to thrust in and out of her, hard thrusts, holding Himself up with His arms, the muscles rippling just under the flesh, as He spoke to her. "Felicity, you dirty little cunt, do you like it when I fuck you like this? I bet you do, you're such a nasty little whore, you love everything I do to you, don't you?" He growled. "Ohhh yes, Master, yes, I do....ohhh I do.." she purred, her breasts moving up and down in time to His intense thrusting, her delicate hands clutching the bed sheet to either side of her, her legs drawn up, bent at the knee. "Then show Me, you delicious bitch! Show Me how much you enjoy Me fucking you like this!" He hissed, slamming even harder inside of her now, increasing the tempo of His thrusting as she planted her feet flat onto the bed, pushing her hips upwards to meet each of those thrusts,her face a study of intense pleasure as she rode towards her release. "Show Me, My slut! Show Me! Give Me your pleasure! Cum for Me,Felicity, cum for Me, NOW!" He growled as He fucked her, bringing her closer, closer.... And then, and then.....she was screaming, cumming as He fucked her, as He pounded deep inside of her tight wetness, feeling it clench around His cock with her release, the muscles in her neck straining as she pushed her head back into the bed, her hands gripping the sheets, fingers nearly white from the tension, her legs pushing her hips upward into His thrusts as her vocal cords played out her passion, her devotion, her submission, her love.....

He was startled from His thoughts by the phone ringing, the handholding the tumbler of scotch twitching slightly, a splash of the liquid wetting His wrist, slowly drip-dripping onto the hardwood floor at His feet. Cursing, He turned, angling Himself towards the small table beside the sofa, upon which rested the jangling phone. Snatching up the receiver, He barked, "What is it?" and heard a slight gasp from the other end of the line before a meek voice, almost apologetic, replied, "Uhmmm....this is Felicity's sister, Megan. I just wanted to call and see how you were getting on?" He sighed then, and set down His drink, shuffling over to sink heavily onto the couch, running His free hand through His hair once before speaking, this time in a gentler voice. "Hello, Megan. I didn't expect to hear from you so soon after the funeral. I'm doing as well as can be expected; I think you know how it goes." A silence on the other end of the line, a shaky intake of breath,and then: "We're having a candle-light vigil for Felicity tonight at my folks' place, if you'd like to come. I'm sure everyone would love to see you again...." she trailed off then, and He could almost hear the shrug of her shoulders on His end of the line. "No," He managed to croak. "No, I don't think so...I don't feel like being around people right now, but thank you. I'll see you." He cradled the receiver, looking at it a moment before He realized that a tear had slipped it's way past His eyelid and was trekking steadily towards His chin. He swiped at it with the back of His hand and grabbed His drink, a half-moan, half-sob bubbling up in His throat before He downed the rest of the scotch in a burning swallow that raced to His gut like liquid fire. He lay down onto the couch with a moan, and draped His arm across His eyes, which were wet with as yet unshed tears.

A week after the glorious flogger session with Felicity, a knock on the door, just as He was preparing to step into the shower. Grumbling, He pulled a robe around Himself and padded barefoot to the  door, peering through the peephole to see a uniformed officer. Curious, yet still hesitant, he cracked open the door, leaving the security chain in place. "Yes?" He said. "Mister..." The officer checked his notepad. "Tremayne?" The officer looked up, and through the crack between the door-jamb and the door. "Yes, that's me. Is there some trouble?" "I think it would be better if I came inside, Mister Tremayne.Please." Sighing, He murmured, "Just a moment, then," and closed the door,flipping the security chain out of it's track, and opening the door again. "Come in, then, Officer." He said, and stepped back, gesturing into the living room. "Thank you." The officer stepped inside, glancing around quickly before heading over to the recliner nearest the fireplace and sitting down, taking off His hat and resting it in his lap. He looked up at Tremayne as He sat opposite him, on the couch. "What can I do for you, officer?" The man checked his notepad again, inhaled, and then spoke. "Do you know a young woman by the name of Felicity Moore?" Ruffling His brows as He stared at the officer, He was curt."Yes, why, is she in some sort of trouble?" "No, no, I uhhh....there's been an accident, Mister Tremayne." Dread hit Him like a massive wrecking ball to His chest, and He half-stood, hand grabbing the arm of the couch as He gaped at the officer sitting in front of Him. "What.....do you mean....an accident??" He sputtered, blinking rapidly. "Ms. Moore," the officer began, then checked his notepad again,quickly. "She was found earlier this morning in an alley on 5th and Wilshire, she, ahhhh, I'm afraid that she's dead, Mister Tremayne. An attack by someone, or someones, as yet unknown, which ended in a fatal stabbing. I'm very sorry to have to bring you this news, Mister Tremayne." He howled then, grief washing over Him, as He stood fully and stumbled forward, slamming into the table beside the couch and knocking it over, the lamp and the telephone crashing to the floor in a chorus over hanging and shattering glass. "Get out! Get out!! Get out of my house!!!" He bellowed, crashing against the door and yanking it open, not seeing, gasping for breath that was difficult in coming. The officer stood, took two steps forward. "Mister Tremayne, we have counselors..." He began, but before he could finish, Tremayne whirled on him, His eyes bulging, face red. "I said get out! Now!" He yelled, jerking His arm towards the open door for emphasis. The officer left quickly, slipping his hat back onto his head,walking swiftly down the porch steps and along the walkway, getting into his car. That was all Tremayne saw before slamming the door closed, bolting it. Turning, He heard a strange keening noise that surprised Him before He realized that it was coming from His own throat; a desperate sound that turned into gasping sobs as He sank to His knees just inside the entryway, covering His face with His hands, soaking them with His tears.

He rolled over onto His side on the couch, wrapping His arms across His chest, His mind swimming with visions, words, thoughts of His time with her; so much love, so much delicious submission from her, so much of not enough. His mind drifted, falling into sleep, and His thoughts before slumber carried Him away; Her name was Felicity, and she moved like the wind.....

The End

written by CrimsonSoulFire