The Making of Wren

The Making of Wren

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


When Wren is suddenly kidnapped and sold to a mysterious man, her life seems to be in the midst of sexual, lust filled ruin. She finds herself ever stuck between fighting for her freedom, or giving into his will.


When Wren is suddenly kidnapped and sold to a mysterious man, her life seems to be in the midst of sexual, lust filled ruin. She finds herself ever stuck between fighting for her freedom, or giving into his will.

Chapter32 (v.1) - Take me home

Author Chapter Note

I've been updating a lot recently, and I am particularly proud of this chapter. Are you shocked by her decision? Think she'll go through with it?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 15, 2020

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 15, 2020



My fingers tapped on my crossed arms as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Standing in the park with only streetlights to combat the growing darkness spreading across the sidewalk had the nervous eerie feeling building in me steadily. I was scanning up and down the road, heart hammering in my ears. Every moment that drifted past was another moment questioning my decision. What if I was making a mistake I’d regret forever? I knew I would not get this chance again. There would not be another time that my Master opened his grasp like this. It was as if I had been held in his fist, and he had opened his fingers for me to step out from between. I was choosing to back into his palm. Would I regret this? Would I look back on this moment as the biggest mistake I had made? I knew on the surface this looked absolutely and completely insane. I had gotten away, escaped, and been reunited with my family that I had missed so much.

Yet here I was. Waiting. I just couldn’t ignore it anymore. I was at the end of my capabilities with handling how my heart yearned when I thought of his scent or his touch. I couldn’t stay away from the protection, decadence, and sheer need he created within me. Yes, I wouldn’t shake this one. I would go back, whatever that might look like. Away from the pain and the pressure and the feeling that everyone was staring at me when I walked down the street. Admittedly also, away from my parents. My heart did break for them when I thought about it. Maybe one day, when I had proven myself, maybe one day Jasper would allow me to see them again. I wrote them a letter trying to explain things the best that I could. I didn’t want them to bear the burden of the unknown for a second time. I wanted them to know that I was safe, taken care of, and that I knew how much they loved me.

I refrained from explaining in too much detail where I was going back to and why. I simply left it at that I needed to go back. I told them how deeply I loved them, and that there was hope of us seeing each other again. I prayed that that wouldn’t be a lie. Maybe we could visit one day. I had snuck into my parent’s room as they slept and taken a long look and kissed them each as they continued to dream.

Now here on the sidewalk I continued to check my small golden wristwatch. The hour hand had just reached 1:00 AM. I looked up and down the street and saw no signs of anything. I didn’t like being out here in the dark, it reminded me of the last time I had been on the sidewalk at night and it had resulted in my entire life changing forever. While I deeply missed my Master, I certainly had no love lost for the man that had punched me that night and the terror all of them had created.

Tires screeched to a halt. I stared at the limo that had just pulled up before me. My heart hammered even faster, and I began nervously playing with my hair. I had tried to follow his instructions as exact as I could. The moments between the limo’s arrival and the backdoor opening passed in a slow and languid fashion. My breath hitched as the backdoor finally swung open. ‘Last chance to make a run for it,’ I thought to myself, but when he emerged, I knew that was never an option.

I was rooted to the spot, as I had been our first introduction, as I took him in. He was handsome as ever wearing just a casual t-shirt and nice jeans. I wasn’t at all used to seeing him like this. Goosebumps rose all over my skin as his eyes caught mine, and he gave me a sly grin. He looked as though he had just bet it all on a pony and won the whole race. I shuffled more nervously than ever finally being back before him. It felt as though an eternity had passed between us, but simultaneously no time at all. The power that radiated off of him was of course still tangible, and it made me feel small, but also safe.

He took strong confident strides towards me and stopped with mere inches between us. I looked up at him expectantly, nervously, waiting for him to make a move or for my better judgement to convince me to run. But there I stood, allowing all of the electricity between us to crackle and spark.

“I quite like that set on you,” he said, gesturing to the clothes he had instructed me to wear.

My mouth was dry as I took in the moment. I was honestly relieved to see him. “Thank you, Master.”

“Mmm, good girl,” he mused as his left hand reached to cup my cheek. My heart warmed, and I leaned my head into his palm. Yes, I didn’t care how it looked, what kind of sense it made, or if I even regretted it later on. This was what I needed. “We’ve got quite the journey ahead, princess. You know this is it, don’t you? There’ll be no turning back from here.” I knew he meant it. He never said anything he didn’t have every intention of following through on, and I knew I was at the threshold of a moment that would change everything forever.

“I know, Master. I’m ready,” and I knew I meant it. He leaned in and gave me a feather light kiss on the forehead.

He took me by my upper arm and led me to the limo. I followed close behind him into the sleek black car. I looked back at the park, at the bench where I had apparently been found, and at the city I was leaving behind. As the car door closed behind me, I felt my fate seal itself. Before I could properly settle into my seat his large arms encircled my waist and hoisted me up into his lap with my back facing him. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I allowed him to do it, nonetheless. I knew my behavior right now was of the utmost importance. I would be good. I felt his hands come around my throat, and with them, a very familiar piece of leather. He moved my hair from the nape of my neck and fastened the lock onto my collar. I touched it gently and felt the golden ivy leaves embroidered onto it. I sighed and relaxed into the feeling. I would worry no more.

I felt him run his hands up and down my sides and across my belly and hips from behind me. In an instant he grasped my hips tightly and turned me around to face him. I adjusted my legs to straddle his hips and my hair fell forward creating a kind of curtain around us, his face only breaths away from mine. His eyes were deep and intense as his hands possessively rested on my hips holding me to him. We stayed like that for a while as the limousine took us further and further from the park.

“Master?” I asked him.

“Yes, Wren? What is it?” it always struck me when he said my name. It sounded so lovely.

“Did you know I’d come back?” Here in his arms again it was becoming increasingly clear that I would always end up here again. He must have known that.

“I knew you would if you meant everything you said. If you truly meant it, yes. There was no way you wouldn’t,” his deep voice pulled me deeper into the depths of him and his instantaneous hold over me, as though no time had passed at all. He took one hand and reached it up to tangle it in my hair. He pulled my face down to meet his and kissed me. I melted into his kiss like an addict taking that first hit again. His lips against mine elicited that electricity my body longed for. I felt his hips moving against mine gently, and I reciprocated. His hand in my hair gripped my hair harder making me yelp as he deepened the kiss and nibbled on my bottom lip.

My need for him became more feverish as he slipped his other hand beneath the thin shirt I was wearing. He’d instructed me not to wear a bra or underwear, so his hand easily found my breast and began pinching and toying with my nipple. I moaned into his mouth as he took back his control over my body once more, but this time I knew what my role here was. My hands went to cradle his face as I kissed him with all of the need I had in me. He shifted me slightly to unbutton and unzip his pants beneath my hips. I had never seen him like this. He was always so calculating and patient. He knew how to savor every moment of making me wait, but in this moment, he was in as much of a frenzy for contact as I was.

Once he’d unfastened his pants, he gripped the edge of my shirt and pulled it up over my head and tossed it carelessly onto the limo floorboard. His arms wrapped tightly around me and pulled my bare chest to his. My nipples grazed the fabric of his t-shirt, getting hard and sensitive as he continued to kiss me. I was getting wet beneath my skirt, and ground my hips against his, begging with my body for him to give me what I wanted.

He freed himself from his pants and lifted me up just a bit. He rubbed his hard cock against my wet folds back and forth. I tried to bring my hips to his, but his strong grip on my hips didn’t let me adjust even an inch. I had to stay still as he teased and tormented me. I looked into his eyes and saw the familiar sadistic enjoyment there.

“P-please, Sir, please don’t tease me,” I asked in a breathy whine.

“Have you missed me, kitten?”

“So much, Master,” I had missed him like nothing else. These days away from him had made me feel anxious, up tight, and fearful.

With that, he finally lowered my hips to meet his. This moment felt like nothing else. I let out a moan emanating from the deepest parts of me as he slowly buried himself so deep and completely inside of me. It was indescribable. I leaned forward and buried my head in his shoulder, clinging onto him for fear of the intense waves of pleasure carrying me out into their depths. His arms wrapped all the way around me, one hand cradling my head to his shoulder, as he thrust in and out of me. I moaned and gasped at the sensations coiling up within me like furls of smoke. The ache between my legs for him spurred me onward as I shook gently in his arms.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl,” I felt him whisper between heavy breaths in my ear. I shivered in pleasure as he picked up his pace. I knew in that moment nothing else would ever be able to satisfy me like this. I was being swallowed up by his lustful need of me, and it was exactly where I wanted to be. I wanted him to possess me, to swallow me whole and never let even a fragment of me slip out of his fingers ever again.

As his cock thrust up into me and my hips grinded back against his I felt my climax growing stronger and stronger. I closed my eyes and breathed him in. My nails dragged across his shoulders as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I savored every ragged breath or soft moan he breathed. Each one made the swirling feelings in me grow until they threatened to overtake me, but I remembered his rules.

“Can I, can I please cum, Sir? Please?” I whispered in his ear.

“Cum for me,” he demanded in response. That and a few quick strokes was all it took. My spine arched uncontrollably, and my legs shook as I came. My pussy was drenched around him as he continued to find his pleasure within me. I screamed and bucked, but he held me where he wanted me until finally, he let out a low hissing growl. I felt him fill me up and my hips instinctively rolled against his as his pace slowed and stopped. He’d crushed me against him in a vice like embrace, and we stayed like that for a long while just breathing each other in.

He shifted and moved me to look directly in his eyes before simply saying, “Mine.”

What a simple statement that held so much truth. I nodded, “Yes, Master. All yours.”

A small smile touched his face as he gently rubbed my cheek with his thumb, holding my chin in his hand. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m never letting you go again,” he said it with so much sincerity my heart leaped. Yes, this was certainly what I had needed. I needed to be led again, with a firm and protective hand.

I met his eyes saying, “Good.”

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