[Fiction] Anabelle's surprise

[Star Shadows]

~*One*~

It was raining- From the comfort of the thick, shared cream bedding she could hear it bombard the windows like knives trying to slice their way through the glass to interrupt her warm content. pitter patter pitter patter on the glass. It always rained as much as she wished it didn’t. She rolled over, until her head came to rest on a warm chest. The firm, warm chest of her lover, her friend... best friend. But he was so much more than that.

She sighed contented as his arm drew around her and pulled her close, his hands running through the white, blond hair that ran down her back... With him she was happy. “Are you going to wake up my little angel?”

She shook her head and nuzzled closer to him. He chuckled softly and lightly spanked her bottom. “Wrong answer” He kissed her forehead and smiled. She kissed his neck and mumbled her apologies against the light tan of his neck . “I know, I have things to do actually, so you can stay in bed a while longer. As long as you behave when you have to get up” and with that, he got up, pulled on some pants and disappeared downstairs.

Contently she snuggled back up into the bedding and closed her eyes yawning again and again. She loved their bed ever so much. Just as she loved him. With him in her thoughts she was asleep in no time.

~*~*~*~

A soft whispering filled her ears began to tug at the fragile, seamed edges of her dreamworld -trying to take the sweet seduction of sleep from her. She mumbled softly and tried to tug the duvet up closer to her head, tried to block it out, but the whispers got louder, then louder still, rousing her more and more from her slumber.

“Anabelle” the voice whispered. That name sounded so familiar to her ears- but from where. “Anabelle!”

After a couple of moments her conscious caught up with her subconscious. She was Anabelle it must have been time to wake up. But her voice mumbled no.

“Now. Up my little girl.” the voice spoke louder- not angry but with a hint of frustration. “Remember the condition of me letting you sleep in- you don’t want me to have to leave you out in the rain for a while to wake you up do you?”

Rain... no... her brain clicked into life, no she didn’t like rain at all, not one bit. Her eyes blinked awake and her body began to stir- and after about two minutes of stretching and mumbling, yawning and kissing him she had brushed the sands of sleep from her body, and looked deep into the deep brown eyes of her beloved.

“Good morning” She smiled sleepily- he shook his head laughing and cuddling her gently.

“You slept through the morning my sweet - but; it is a good afternoon. And i have a special surprise for you; you’re going to love it. I promise.” With that he kissed her deeply on the lips, and wrapped his hands into her hair. Caught off guard and breathless she kissed him back- and there in that one moment their lusts combined to tell them they both wanted the same thing. Their surprise could wait. Surprises were scary anyway.

[owlart]

That's great, thanks!! Beautifully written.

[pymani96]

I love it. Please continue
Pymani

[Rachie]

oww cant wait to see what the second part reveals - sure to be great

Please take your time and dont rush and sure everything will be fantastic

Thank you for writing

Love Rachie
x x x

[DancingBear]

Great start! Can't wait to see the surprise.. I love your writing style. So cute, made me picture all white and pink.. Adorable!

[Star Shadows]

~*Two*~

His mouth kissed her deeper his tongue trying gently but ever so passionately to part her lips, the chase was almost as fun as the prize and she playfully resisted his tongue. Gently she began to nibble his bottom lip and push her lips closer to his longing to feel his warm breath on her cheeks, and against her nose.

He slipped a long finger under the rim of her solid silver collar and soft bedding still kissing. Their mouths were locked tight as they explored one another. His breath brushing her choker and pulled her closer to him, before tracing the elegant inscription scribed on the front and repeating the words back to her. “Anabelle:- Property of Ethan”. She moaned against his cheek as he spoke the words with a luxurious Irish purrr. The words that brought pure elation to her. She was his and his alone.

She allowed him to drag her closer as he kissed along her jawline, tiny, fluttering, tingling beautiful kisses. Each one as passionate as the first. The anticipation grew within her as the kisses got closer to her lips once more. Kiss by kiss it grew closer until once again they were embraced in a deep and passionate kiss once more. With his fingers still under her collar he pulled her towards the bed and they both fell together onto the eeks, her breath brushing his. Slow gentle, and totally in unison, together- two bodies as one.

His hand brushed her cheek as it came to rest on her neck.brushed his fingers across her stroking caressing as they moved down over. Down past her collar bone, stroking the gentle ridges as he passed down to reach her breasts. Taking her breast into his hand she let out a soft moan and kissed him harder as he caressed her. She pulled anxiously on his trouser hem but his hand grabbed hers.

“Oh, so you want it do you? But you haven’t earned it yet- Have you?” As much as she knew she hadn’t she still shook her head feverishly. he just giggled and sang in his irresistible but teasing tone.”What have you done today to make you feel proud!” she in turn laughed his musical interjections were so crazy- but they were beautiful, and made him who he was in part. “not yet my sweet” Rather than returning to kiss her lips, he began to kiss lower and lower down her body. Again he followed the line of her jaw to start, then leas down to her neck. She moaned softly; his touch was ever so gentle and her neck was ever so sensitive. He half kissed and half nibbled her neck, toying with her senses and the edges of her collar. His kisses swift, subtle but intimate as he followed her contours down, down between her beautiful breasts and continuing down ever more and more.

Her heart began to pound with anticipation, as the suspense sent shivers across her body. He kissed lower and lower still. His kisses shocked her skin. Leaving behind a curious sensation. Tingling. Electrifying. Maybe it was all in her head, or maybe just maybe it was something more... magical. She knew, rationally the chances of it being magic were less than slim but she hung onto the and dreams of a world beyond her comprehension, a world of magic and wonderful things... hung onto her love of him.

Between her chest, and where she wanted his kisses so much he toyed with her a little longer. His tongue explored the edges of her naval drawing light rings from withing the confines of his warm lips, kissing her securely. Flushed tight up against her flesh- where they stayed licking, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive hollow of her naval. With that the cavalcade of kisses continued, weaving its way down and down until he found what he was looking for.

[CuddleRainbowz]

It is so elegantly written. Please go on.

[owlart]

That's so beautifully written, thanks!

[Star Shadows]

Originally Posted by CuddleRainbowz

It is so elegantly written. Please go on.

Originally Posted by owlart

That's so beautifully written, thanks!

Thank you all so much for your kind words, beautiful and elegant are words id never thought would be used to describe my writing I am just so glad people are enjoying it. I came to a little bit of writers block this past week but the next post should be up by next weekend. *fingers crossed*

[LadyCeleste]

SS - This is very well written. The elements of this story bring a whole new spin to the idea of D/S. I am bookmarking this to keep and watch for updates. Well done!

[Star Shadows]

*~*Four(1)Ethan*~*

It was a cold night, unseasonably cold in fact as he walked the streets it was hard to ignore. The breeze crisp and ice cold off the quayside. It sent a shiver down his spine as he lent into the handrail. This was where they would meet. Not tonight. Not for a few nights in fact. But they would. He stared out into the night sky and across the calm water. It soothed him to be there and feel the wind in his short brown hair. His night was already drawing to a close- it had been largely uneventful as none of his friends had really been in the mood for partying tonight; and neither had most of the rest of Dublin. A rare occurrence for one of the nations renowned for its alcohol.

So slowly he made his way back to his abode. A small, minimalist studio apartment looking over the skyline of Dublin and of its glory. The white of his walls were relaxing to him, so many people hated white walls, and said they were too much like hospitals but the neutral nature meant they didn’t impose their emotions on him against his will. Maybe that was why others didn’t like it- in life people were so used to being told how to think and how to feel.

Through the dark Ethan the beautiful Irish musician (unfortunately not professionally) stumbled towards his bedroom wondering to himself why that combination always came about- even more so in films, you’d think every Irishman could knock out a perfect note.

“Owch fucking grr ouch” he swore becoming more under his breath with every syllable- so lost in his own thoughts that he forgot to think about the protruding desk that he had just absentmindedly attempted to walk through. “stupid moving furniture.” With little more incident he managed to safely get undressed and into his double bed where he could nurse his pained knee. He really did hate furniture that jumped out in front of him. Soon however he was dreaming, and too comforted by the soft bedding to care.

It is 8 years until we rejoin the story and Ethan is nothing more than a slender 20 year old singer with a dream. Albeit an incredibly good looking 20 year old with a dream- as we see him now he has short brown hair, only 5ft6 in height, a full 8 inches shorter than his end height, with eyes erupting with passion, a cheeky charm and rock star styling. The only problem was- he didn’t know what his dream was yet. He just knew he had one but here, 8 years in the past in central Dublin something will happen that will change his life forever. However now he slept- unaware of what was to come happily contented by his dream world.

Weeks passed by in hours for him at the moment- his head wasn’t where he was, it was away, searching though he did not know what for. Again he found himself rolling out of work another mundane day and making his way to the quayside. He wanted to stand and look out over the water again busk to the night sky- he wasn’t in the mood for drinking alone. On the corner of the railings he looked back out onto the crazy streets of Dublin’s Friday night and began to sing with his thick leather jacket laid out on the floor.

]“He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Starting making his way past two in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days”

he loved the song, remembering sunday by all time low, it was his all time favourite right now. When he sang everyone looked at him, his voice was amazing- pure as silk but rough like uncut diamond. People stopped to listen as he sang, threw money onto the soft satin of the inside of his leather jacket. Throughout the chorus he had the choral accompaniment of a few drunk all time low fans, it made him smile that music could so easily unite people.

“Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm gonna ask her to marry me”

People began to broke off and go back to their evening while others joined them. As the song continued a voice joins his- crisp and pure. She matched him perfectly as she pushed through the crowds to stand by his side with a slender arm over his shoulder.

“I'm not coming back (forgive me)
I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak (I'm not calling, I'm not calling)
But you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just (You're driving me crazy, I'm)
Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world,
From so many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now
I'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head”

She was perfect. He had to get to know her better- as they continued the song to the end- voices in perfect harmony without even trying, he knew he had to speak to this mystery girl who had came floating into his life in a perfect alto a Capella fire storm. As they repeated the last parts of the song in a passionate duet they stared into each other’s minds and souls and were held captive, trapped in each other’s hearts and that unforgettable moment for a lifetime.

[subgirl1993]

another amazing post. i love your writing!

[Star Shadows]

*~*Anabelle*~*

*the morning before she meets Ethan in Dublin*

Hung over was such a fucking understatement, she thought to herself as the room swayed around her on its axis. She really needed to stop partying so hard. Feeling this bad couldn’t be good for her health. After 2 minutes more of spinning she decided that whoever it was at the door of her apartment could go away, it wasn’t worth the dizzying walk. She rolled back over into her bedding and willed the headache to leave her alone. For someone so clumsy Anabelle partied, drank and danced like an animal with little care for the consequence, maybe due to her age, or her need to rebel against her parents hold on her. She was 20 and in love with life pushing against the protective restraints her father suppressed her with.

Several hours later she came back into the real world, her headache reduced. She decided about now was as good a time as any to wake up and face the day. She crawled out of bed and into the kitchen to drown the remainder of the hangover while brushing the tangles out of her white blond hair. She sat on the work bench and stared out of the window. The cold benches were refreshing against her uncovered ass, her shirt not covering enough to keep it warm. But what she really craved was a shower.

Stepping through into the bathroom she removed the cotton shirt from over her chest letting it fall to the floor. It must have been cold in the bathroom as her nipples immediately began to harden and goose bumps began to develop across her entire body. Turning on the shower she stepped under the hot water and let the the luxurious beads of water fall across he aching skin. She let the water soothe her and massage the last vestiges of her hangover out of her system. Wrapping her arms tight around her stomach she allowed herself to relax, she felt herself falling into a trance of blissful ignorance as she began to cover her body in the luxurious lather of bubbles, from the expensive Christmas present. the bubbles felt so amazing against her skin as she slowly began to massage her legs, arms, back, breasts.

Slipping deeper into her trance like state she found her fingers slipping between her legs, from there she massaged her most intimate areas sending waves of pleasure emanating across her body. It felt so good and ever so much more intense thanks to the water cascading over her soft, smooth skin. She felt herself becoming submerged in her own mind as pleasure washed over her again and again. When it was all over and she came back to reality gasping for air she finally began to continue washing. Trying this time not to get so massively side tracked. She finished washing and getting dried before getting dressed in her black dress, shoes and stockings ready to face the day at last..

***

As the evening came she decided to go out for a while. Spend some time on the quayside. It was calming there despite being so busy. She began walking with the cool wind in her hair singing to herself in her head, watching the people walk by she stared into and beyond the crowds.

In the distance carried on the wind she heard a song soft as the spring sunrise. In a lush Irish pur. She followed the voice along the quayside knowing she had to find the owner. His voice called to her like the tide calls to the moon. As she raced along the sidewalk she sang along with him trying to reach him. When her eyes saw him over the crowd her heart began to flutter. His brown eyes met hers as they came together and began to harmonise. Their voice in perfect union. She adored him from the first glance.

They finished singing and their eyes met at length. He took her hand and introduced himself as Ethan, before dragging her through the crowd proposing they went for a drink. She didn’t protest- in fact she was about to do the same thing. Soon they found themselves in a secluded corner of a quaint little pub.

[Star Shadows]

~*Five*~

They sat across from one another in a small both at the back of a pub. Looking deeply into each other’s eyes- as another short silence washed across them. As he took a sip of his drink he noticed something on her wrist. A small tattoo. He looked at with an intent curiosity. As she noticed him looking she hid her wrist in her other hand and looked away. Shy. Embarrassed. Self conscious.

“Heyy, don’t worry I think it’s really pretty. Beautiful in fact.”

She looked back to him a little and let her hand fall to the desk. There in the middle of her wrist was a small set of hand cuffs. Beautifully detailed yet ever so intricate. The lines were smooth crisp and incredibly fine, and in one of the cuffs was a delicate letter A, and in the other the symbol for ying and yang that seemed to sparkle as the light hit it. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life- well except for her... but that didn’t count. He looked at her again so many questions running through his mind. So many thoughts and emotions. He reached out his hand touching hers in the centre of the table and his fingers softly stroking her wrist and the tattoo that he was so mesmerised by.

“So are you into the lifestyle” He asked quietly, she just looked at him a moment.

“Mrao?” She had never really thought of her submission as a lifestyle, so the question caught her off guard as she looked at him through interested eyes. “Lifestyle?”

He looked at her bemused for a moment. “Erm the whole Sub/Dom thing? I thought with the tattoo you were- hmm, haha, never mind.”

“Oh oh that, mh yea i am.” She mumbled looking down at his tattoo. “I guess I never realised it was a lifestyle choice y’know?” her voice was weak and vulnerable, shy, ever so different from the powerful voice that sang to him out on the streets. It was clearly a delicate subject for her.

“So are you submissive or dominant?” He asked softly trying to make sure he kept his voice low to a whisper.

“I’m an em submissive. Well I am. Well was. It’s complicated. You?” She again looked very awkward again but still looked at him, intent on what he had to day.

“Convenient. I’m a dominant- have been for 2 years, never really found the right girl though.” He looked her contemplating asking the killer question- but in the lapse in time she beat him to it. With the first of anything even remotely resembling confidence she asked him outright then and there if he wanted to visit the ‘club’ with him, by this they both knew exactly where she meant. He nodded in agreement and took her by the hand.

“M’lady, Shall we?” She giggled and followed him, and he smiled as they left the pub. Most people were oblivious to the small underground fetish club right in the centre of Dublin. The entrance of the club was dark, but not such that it stood out. Under a small, ancient bridge the door was understated and very much built in with the archaic structure of the bridge and surrounding landscape. The door was made out of cast iron and was very simplistic- quite opposite from the inside. On their way to the club they began talking more openly about their experiences and their likes and limits and the general needs to know before they got in there. She found him compelling and he couldn’t believe how much he liked her already. They walked slowly enjoying each other’s company and conversation. The wind was chilly against their chin but the sky was so beautiful and warm the city full of life. the flow of traffic was less now that people were beginning to settle into their pubs of choice so there was only a little dwindle of people as they worked to the club which meant they could talk freely.

“So, you’ve had experience in the lifestyle i gather?” Ethan asked nervously- while it was an important question, he was scared about spooking her by asking about something she herself admitted was ‘complicated’. What if she felt his questions pushed too far. She sighed and stopped turning him to face her. Looking down for a moment she returned her gaze to him.

“You could say that.” She could feel her airways close off as she spoke she still struggled with her past- talking about it was hard for her even now. It still hurt. “When i first became involved- it wasn't by choice. I was blackmailed, and abused but became addicted to the pain even when someone tried to help me out. It almost killed me. But i became dependant on it.”

She wiped a tear away and he hugged her tight. Whispering support into her ear.

“That sounds terrible Anabelle. I could never imagine going through something like that.” He rubbed her arms and after a while of changing to various different other topics with a shameless obviousness he had managed to cheer her up again. They began to laugh and joke and quickly the mood lightened again- joking while they still took in more and more information about one another.

After stopping off at Ethan’s place to get some things ready and together- and change into something more appropriate for the situation they began making their way directly to the club. They entered a long corridor with stone stairs down to the inner door. The walls were a rich red leather the corridor lit by two minimalist black candelabras. It was an incredibly stylish and building and screamed luxury. The door was guarded by two large men- physically powerful in black jeans with a crop at their side. Each wore the insignia of the club on a chain around their neck. They looked up to see Ethan leading the way down the corridor, stopping feet in front of them.

He looked to Anabelle, her face calm, but feathered with anticipation. She nodded at him, and they turned to face one another. This was a ritual he did with all of his submissives on their first time at the club- a show of power so to speak, to assert his authority. Not that he needed to. But also to give them something to remember.

“Kneel, Anabelle.” he whispered in her ear, pressing a hand to her shoulder. Obediently she fell to her knees and looked up at him calmly.

Thank you all for your kind words of support feel free to leave more comments.

[Aivey]

This is good, I really like it :3