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break on through to the other side (pure debauchery for wearenotbroken)

(takes place about two months after Cole Marteniz is born.)

If someone had told The Shade one year ago that he'd be in love with a living woman, have a foothold in the land of the living, and raising a son of his own, he'd never have believed it. Hell, he might have laughed in someone's face, or worse.

Then again, if someone had told Josiah Cole, when he was a mere boy of twenty seven, that one day he'd be a lord of the dead, owner of a living soul, and glorying in the dark pleasures of dominating the sweet body of the one who belonged to him, of being overtaken in much the same way...well, he'd have blushed beet red and been unable to speak for a month of Sundays in pure embarrassment.

Still, for every time he took his beloved to bed and made slow, gentle love to her, he was twice over turning her over his knee and spanking her until she came, or pleasuring her until she lost all touch with reality and every stroke of his fingers was a hairsbreadth from truly painful, or in rare moments when he felt secure enough, allowing her to bind his hands and do whatever she wanted to him...even if that meant, on occasion, abandoning him in favor of pleasuring herself until just the sight of her, lost in her own satisfaction, was nearly enough to trigger his own release.

The more they flirted with the darker side of their love life, the more The Shade suffered from the darker hungers that lurked in his true nature. In life, he had been a good man accustomed to the atrocities of death, even accepting of them...and in death, he was a creature who thrived on those same atrocities. Inflicting pain, drawing blood, seizing absolute power, total dominion over all he surveyed. From his realm, he demanded absolute control, and from his souls, he stood for no less than absolute surrender.

In life, he was a troubled man, but a good one. In death...he was no longer a good man. And, now that his son had been born, and thriving despite the fact that he was undead, The Shade was looking to a future he wasn't sure he could truly have.

Not as long as they kept flirting with his dark side.

When he explained, in highly censored terms, what he was planning, Jean Summers agreed to watch Cole for the night. So, while Courtney took a brief respite in the human world to reunite with her family and see a living doctor for one final checkup, The Shade brought Jean over and settled her with Cole in the sanctuary that hid his true home. He worked carefully to plan their evening, and by nightfall, when Courtney returned to the house, she found it dark the moment she entered, the only visible light a soft glow at the top of the stairs. The glow came from their bedroom, with the door standing just ajar enough to see that candlelight was responsible for the glow.

When she did open the door, she saw several candles had been lit around the room, offering just enough light to see by. The bed had been turned down, and the entire scene was very sensual, even romantic...except for the fact that two pairs of handcuffs were latched to the headboard, each free shackle waiting for a wrist to clamp around.

And then there was The Shade, who was leaning in the corner of the room, nearly lost in shadow but clearly toying with a long length of black silk...and looking as severe as she'd ever seen him.

For a long while there was silence until...

"Take off your shirt." No greeting, no movement. The words were quiet, even, but firm and clearly brooked no argument. He wanted to stop flirting and see how far he could go before she turned back, wanted to see how far this envelope could be pushed.

He wanted Courtney for the night, on his terms, wanted to know if she could handle the worst of his needs...and he wanted to see the worst of hers. He wanted to know everything that made her happy, kept her sated, made her wet, even if it pushed his own limitations.

The Shade wanted, needed to know if they could accept each other completely, in the most intimate way possible, before he could even consider giving her his mother's engagement ring.

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If someone had told Courtney that, before the age of twenty, she'd be in love with a Lord of Death and would bear him a son, she probably would have asked what kind of drugs they were on and then she would have made a joke about sharing. She would have also laughed at the idea of living in the Vale instead of in the land if the living with her family.

The one thing she might have believed was the fact that there were times when they flirted with the darker temptations of love making and that she would have enjoyed it. Of course she would have been slightly mortified at admitting she was turned on by such things or that she would crave them.

Not that they had delved very far into their darker desires though as The Shade refused to be too rough with her during her pregnancy. Which had been especially frustrating when he refused to spank her as hard as she wanted him to and, after awhile, he refused to do it all together.

So, lulled into an almost false sense of security, Courtney was completely unaware of what he was planning or what she was walking into when she returned home from seeing her family in the other realm.

Confused by the darkness, she worried a little as she dropped her stuff off and made her way up the stairs. Entering the room, she paused in surprise at the sight before her. Momentarily overwhelmed by the candles and the romantic scene, she was breathless by the time she spotted the handcuffs and heard his voice.

Turning to him, her heart gave a little thud before it started to race excitedly at the idea of what he had planned. Though, admittedly, she was a bit nervous too. That didn't stop her from listening though as she peeled her shirt off slowly.

"What..." She started as she dropped her shirt to the floor.

"No talking."

His voice remained the same, the words even and quiet, but resolute as he pushed off the wall and moved towards her. His gaze moved openly over her body, which had recovered nicely from its ordeal. Reaching out, he continued talking as he smoothed his fingers over her collarbone, revealing that he wore full leather gloves as he did.

"There are rules for tonight. Obey them, and you get a turn to play the game. Disobey and the game stops, we'll never play again." He paused, meeting her gaze head on as he slid his hand up to curl against the nape of her neck, grip solid but fingers gently probing, kneading, both a show of force and affection as the muscles in her neck gave and softened under his searching touch.

"You do everything I say. Obey me, and I'll reward you. Disobey, and I'll punish you...this ain't an invitation for a spanking, you are mine tonight until it's your turn. You can say whatever you like, so long as you're respectful, and you can ask questions, respectfully. You are not allowed to beg, and you are not allowed to ask me for anything unless I give you permission."

He paused, leaning in so his words fell nearly against her lips, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You wear my mark, little mage. That makes you mine...to own and love, to use and cherish, to break and nurture. Tonight, I'm gonna show you what that means, what my claim on you can be like. Misbehave, and you won't have as much fun as I will, but if you're good?"

He finally let his lips brush hers, a fleeting caress as his hand slid away from her nape and down over her chest, sweeping far too softly over the curve of one full breast, teasingly over the fabric of her bra.

"If you're a good girl for me, I will show you every dark pleasure you yearn to touch. Do you understand?"

For just a second it was in her to disobey as she opened her mouth to say something but then she stopped herself, remaining silent as he made his way towards her and finally reached out to slide his fingers over her skin. The feel of the leather startled her as she realized what he was doing then by keeping her from skin to skin contact. He was remaining in control.

Keeping her breathing even, she listened to him as he told her the rules of the game while distracting her with his touch. She leaned into his hand, her eyelashes flutter as he kneaded at her neck, nearly causing her to groan as she wavered a bit before looking up at him again.

Despite feeling a touch nervous, her excitement hummed under the surface of her skin, leaving her nearly breathless as she yearned for him to do everything that he promised. Then she arched ever so slightly as his fingers brushed over her bra and she nodded as she wet her lips. "Yes."

A low, rough sound of satisfaction hummed in the back of The Shade's throat as he nodded a little, watching her face as his fingers trailed over her breast.

"Good girl." he praised softly, lips tugging up just a little at the corners in a small, not quite pleasant smile. "I reward obedience, and I take care of good girls." He paused, hand stilling as it slid away from her breast to rest against her waist. As it did, he spoke again, voice still firm, but his question more what she'd expect from him.

"You still sore or uncomfortable at all?"

She offered him a sweet smile as he praised her for listening to him though she felt disappointed when his hand dropped away from her breast to her waist instead.

Then she shook her head. "No, I'm completely healed." She could have explained that she healed faster because of her power and all that but he didn't require a long explanation. He only wanted to know that she was better, so that she could handle what was coming next, and she could.

"Good." he rumbled, his hand sliding back up to cup her breast again, his free hand moving to give the other the same attention. He squeezed them gently, mindful that they might yet be too sensitive. No, he had much more interesting ways of hurting her tonight, so he was gentle as he touched her there before he let his hands slide away again to settle on her hips, then swiftly moved to unfasten the fly and zipper of her jeans.

Abruptly, he spun her around and tugged her back against his chest, stooping so his lips brushed her ear. At the same time, he shifted just enough so he could smack her ass once, a hard whallop that cracked sharply in the stillness of the room.

"A reward for my good girl." he rumbled in her ear. "Good girl like you needs a firm hand, to remind you why you're good for me. Now, go sit on the bed. Take off your shoes and your jeans."

The brief touch, the arch of her back, was all too brief before suddenly he was spinning her around and yanking her back against him, causing her breath to hitch again. Then she jumped as he smacked her ass hard enough to really sting but the heat was instantly there, blurring the pain into pleasure once more as her heart raced a little faster.

Swallowing thickly, she nodded as she listened to him, moving to the bed so she could sit down and get her boots off. Then she was standing again, shimmying her jeans down over her hips and then fully off to kick them somewhere into the shadows so she was left in her panties and bra.

Then she looked at him expectantly again.

The Shade watched her strip, letting his gaze roam appreciatively over her body, admiring how well her figure had bounced back from the traumas of giving birth. There was a new softness to the lines of her body, but he already knew from holding her at night that no stretch marks remained, a thing he attributed to her power's restorative properties. She was unmarred by the labors of giving him a son, and some small part of him was relieved by that.

Moving towards her, he took his time to drink her in. He was lazy about looking his fill, admiring the way her dark hair fell around her shoulders, the curve of those breasts that he loved to run his tongue across, the way her waist nipped in in a perfect curve for his hands to span when he lifted her off her feet...

She was at his mercy now. He could spend the entire night exploring if he wanted, mapping every curve of skin, marking any plane of flesh...the very idea made his gut clench suddenly with arousal, dizzy with it.

"Good girl." he rumbled approvingly again. This time, he rewarded her by gathering her face between his hands, drawing her in for a long, breathless kiss, hard enough to bruise, taking his time to deepen it, to really taste her. It cost him a sliver of control, but he didn't mind that tiny loss as he tasted his own blood with the force of kissing her.

Breaking the kiss, his pale gray eyes were stormy with heat as he drew back with another small smile.

"Lay down on the bed." he instructed quietly. "On your belly. You can make all the noise you like, but no talkin' unless I give you permission."

Truthfully, Courtney was relieved that she had bounced back so well from childbirth and being pregnant. Yes, mainly for vain reason but also because she wanted The Shade to continue to find her attractive.

Enjoying the feel of his gaze sliding over her, she nibbled over her bottom lip before stepping close and leaning up to kiss him back with a little nose as the bruising kiss made something inside of her clench with anticipation. When they pulled apart, her cheeks were flushed and her lips were swollen from the heated kiss and she knew that, undoubtedly, he could smell her arousal.

Then she nodded, licking her lips as she turned around to head over to the bed, pressing a knee to the bed as she crawled up to the middle of the bed where she promptly stretched out on her front.

He stood, watching her stretch out on the bed, admiring the slope of her back, the curve of her ass, the delicate arch of her feet as she settled down comfortably on her stomach. Moving to stand over her, he took his time just staring, admiring, drinking her in and leaving her to wonder what his plans were for her.

"You are such a naughty girl most times." he growled, laying one gloved hand against her back, just between her shoulderblades before he ran it up to her nape, then down the curve of her spine. "Always beggin' for a spanking. I don't think you understand how cold the dead can be...how much I love spankin' that pretty little ass, tellin' you what to do."

He let his hand still against the small of her back, a heavy weight, cool through his glove as he shifted to kneel on the bed, one knee pressing into the mattress, the leather of his jeans and his long coat brushing against her thigh and hip as he used the leverage to lean down, low voice vibrating in her ear.

"The dead can't love, little mage...but I'm not as sweet as most dead men. I like power, I like to be obeyed. I like it when pretty little girls get off on being mine the way you do." He drew a breath he didn't need and sighed, the sound husky and hungry and borderline erotic as it melted into a low, satisfied growl just before he slid his hand over ass and smacked it again, a hard slap that rang out in the room.

"You got no idea what it does to me when you beg me for more of that..."

Clearly he was trying to torture her as he stood over her, simply watching without touching, as it made the ache so much worse waiting for him to do...something.

By the time he finally did touch her, she was nearly vibrating with pent up anticipation and need, so much so that her body actually jumped a little when he laid a gloved hand on her back, the feel of the leather against her skin almost erotic by now.

Wetting her lips, she focused on his words, her breath low and shallow as his jeans and coat brushed over her while he leaned down to whisper in her ear. His words should have worried her but they didn't as her eyes drifted closed, feeling a buzz of arousal rush through her, gathering between her legs till she tingled at what he was saying. Then she gasped, making a soft noise as he slapped her ass again.

Biting back a whimper, she wriggled a little even as a red mark started to form on the curve of her ass.

"That's right." he rumbled, feeling the tension in her body, the flush of warmth that came from arousal touching that flawless skin. Reaching, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and dragged them over the curve of her ass and down her legs to cast them aside. Removing one glove, he ran his hand up her leg, then urged them apart so he could slide a finger inside her with a smile.

"You can barely keep still, and I ain't even started yet." he drawled, shocked as just that one little touch had his body stirring, just by adding a second finger and working her with slow, firm strokes as his free, still gloved hand gave her ass another smack while he fucked her with his fingers. "So damn wet already..."

The Shade continued to stroke her, spanking her a couple more times before he forced himself to stop, to reign himself in and withdraw his hands from her body. Wiping his fingers on the bedspread, he slid his gloved hand up her back again, moving to unfasten her bra before he rolled her on her back and removed it, leaving her nude below him. She was all but quivering with desire, tearing at his resolve just by laying there...

Composing himself, he made her wait and watch as he took his time stripping off his other glove, then carefully unbuckling his sleeveless longcoat and shedding it, laying it neatly on the foot of the bed. He moved to sit on the bed, then caught her hand and tugged her to sit up.

"C'mere." he instructed, guiding her closer until she was laying on her stomach, across his lap. He let a hand rest against her bare ass for a few moments, gently stroking the smooth skin, then leaned over to kiss the center of her spine.

"I'm thinkin' I'm gonna spank you until you come." he murmured against her skin. "Would you like that, my little mage?"

It was amazing to her how easily he could strip away her resolve and every inhibition, strip away everything to her, till she was nothing but a mindless slave to desire for him. Shifting again as his hand slid between her thighs, she made another dull whimpering noise as he slid a finger into her, causing her to clench as she pushed her ass back against his hand.

The feel of him spanking her while simultaneously finger fucking her had her all but humping the bedspread beneath her, whimpering and moaning as she sought any sort of friction she could but could only get the slight tease of the blanket against herself as she curled her hands in the sheets.

She was close but then he stopped as his hand slid away and he decided to take his time in stripping down a bit. When she looked at him, her eyes were dark and feverish with hunger, and her cheeks were flushed as he grabbed her hand and tugged her to lay across his lap on her stomach.

Then she moaned, nodding as he murmured against her skin. "Y-yes, please."

The sound of that 'please' shot through him with more heat than even her power could stir in him. He had a sudden, clawing desire to do more than spank her, for an instant that darkness in him opened like a cavern, craving real pain, blood, total possession...

Shutting his eyes, he tensed for a second, pressing his face against her skin, breathing her in, letting the heat of her body seep into him, sweeping the darkness away with the touch of life.

"Oh, you are such a good girl for me." he sighed, a gravelly sound that vibrated against her skin again. He pressed another kiss against her back, smacking her ass as he did. Kissing a slow, teasing trail up her spine, he spanked her slow and hard, alternating between each cheek as his mouth moved over her skin. The way she wriggled in his lap as he spanked her, the sounds she made...

He swore in that moment, even if she weren't touching him, that he would still be getting hard as it washed over him.

Every smack earned a noise from her, giving him exactly what he wanted, as she let out a sharp little cry every time his hand fell against an ass cheek till they were cherry red from what he was doing. Even still she was wriggling, tilting her hips and arching to push her ass a bit higher, panting against his outer thigh as she throbbed wildly, sure enough that he would feel how hot and wet she was against his leg.

Turning her head, she closed her eyes as she reveled in the haze of pain mixed with a pleasure that seemed to ache right through to the center of her core. She wanted to say something, wanted to plead, but she had to bite her lip to keep herself from talking since he hadn't given her permission to do so.

It was also a struggle not to reach down and touch herself, to pinch her clit or to give herself some kind of friction so she could come since she desperately wanted to at this point.

He could hear it, feel it, was experiencing all of it as she writhed and whimpered across his lap. The Shade was as lost as she was, awash in the symphony of her cries and as much a slave to her need as she was. His sadistic nature gloried in making her suffer and ache with pleasure, and the touch of skin on skin let him appreciate the sensuality of the way she gave herself up so readily to him.

The Shade let her endure a half dozen more smacks before he finally pressed a kiss against the nape of her neck and whispered in her ear, gut clenching so violently with desire it was all he could do not to throw her back down on the bed and lose himself in her body.

"Such a good girl...touch yourself, you earned it. I want you to come for me right here, my good little mage..."

She whimpered happily when he told her to touch herself which took a bit of shifting since she was balanced precariously on his lap but she managed to get a hand between her leg, seeking out her clit to pinch it lightly with a shudder before flicking and rubbing it to get the right amount of friction she needed.

Soon her soft whimpers were moans that grew fevered in pitch as she closed her eyes, rocking her hips as she took herself further and then finally over the edge in a matter of minutes. Then she was coming loud and hard, curling forward as she continued to rub herself throughout her orgasm till she was a quivering panting mess on his lap.

The Shade held her as she climaxed, face pressed to her neck, breathing her in and awash in the warmth of her body as her orgasm overwhelmed her. It was as close as The Shade had ever come to an out-of-body experience as, in that moment, she was nothing more and nothing less than his. Mind, body, and soul, she belonged to him completely in that moment, more than any other soul that he'd ever claimed and it was glorious.

Sliding his hand over her ass, warm and red and tender from his treatment, he slid lower and between her legs to slide a finger inside her, then another, stroking her as she rode out the last tremors of her orgasm. He couldn't stop a low moan from rising out of his chest as he felt her tightening and fluttering around his fingers, and imagined feeling her wrapped around his cock.

"That's my good girl." He growled, sliding his fingers out of her when she was calm again. Turning her over in his lap, he settled her into a sitting position so he could wrap his arms around her and hold her close. He was hard and aching and felt a little out of control, he wanted to be inside her so badly, but he didn't want this moment to end...and he didn't want to go to far. He wanted to pause, to breathe, to calm his hammering heart and his raging desire to dominate her again.

"I got so much planned for you, little mage," he murmured hoarsely against her neck as he held her, "but you just might be too much for me all at once. You want more? Or you want your turn with me?"

She was his completely, body and soul and heart. There was no one in the world that he would ever possess so fully as he possessed her and she knew, deep down, she had the same claim on him. She was now his Vessel.

Keening as he slid his fingers into her, prolonging her orgasm, she bucked wildly against his hand as the world faded away and all there was left was the sensations he created. A wild firestorm of everything he made her feel as she came apart, half sobbing through her release.

Then she was upright in his arms, her body feeling too right and too hot in that moment, still in overdrive as she looked at him and felt how hard he was beneath her. She wanted him, oh god how she wanted him, but two could play at this game even if she would be more subtle about it.

"More, I want more." Only because she knew it would be as much torture to him as it was to her and she only wanted him when he was so close to breaking that he was wild with it.

He wanted to tell her no, he wanted to warn her not to give him that kind of permission, but before he could stop himself he was shifting, settling her back on the bed, and when he drew back his gray eyes were darker than she'd ever seen with passion and something almost sinister.

"I know you're okay, but I don't wanna push you too hard." he warned, even as he ran a hand down the center of her body, between her breasts and down her stomach as he held her gaze while his fingers slid inside her again, stroking slowly. "And in case I can't help myself...we need a safe word."

He paused, then some of that danger left his gaze as he huffed softly, rolling his eyes. "Startin' to think I need a damn safe word when I'm runnin' the show here..."

Shifting with him as he moved her to the bed, she laid back with a small smile even as she saw the darkness in his eyes and the hint of something a lot darker underneath all of that.

"You're not, I promise." She murmured, her body seeming to arch to follow the path of his hand before she shuddered with a gasp when he slid his fingers into her again. Almost immediately her body responded, her hips rocking towards his hands as she fluttered and clenched around his fingers, still impossibly wet and hot from her orgasm seconds before.

She wondered what kind of safe word to use but then she laughed as he wondered if he needed one. "Would you like one?" She asked "innocently".

She was just teasing, but she'd awoken something in him, turning his eyes dark and dangerous again as he stroked her a little harder, thumb teasing over her clit.

"Yeah. Mercy." he growled, working her towards climax again. He could feel her fluttering around his fingers, so close already after her last orgasm, but just when he recognized those spasms coming quicker, hinting at an orgasm, he stopped, hand going still, waiting for her body to calm again.

"Like the kind I won't be showing you." he continued, slipping back into the role he'd assumed. "I been nice, but now it's time I make you work 'fore I let you come again."

Courtney gasped as he stroked her harder again, causing her to clench around his fingers as the sensations consumed her again and she gave herself over the mindless pleasure, letting everything go blank except for how he was making her feel as he continued to touch and tease her till she was so close that she actually started to shudder with the beginning of her release.

But then he denied her, causing her to whimper in surprised complaint as her eyes opened wide and she looked at him again. She wanted to ask him what he wanted her to do but he hadn't given her permission to speak and he wasn't the only one good at slipping back into the role assumed.

Instead, she pressed her lips together, pleading silently with her gaze as she waited for her instruction.

Instead of giving her an instruction, The Shade just smirked at her, gaze warm with arousal and hard with that darker edge as he began to work her with a strong, slow touch, free hand sliding up to cradle one breast, thumb teasing an erect nipple until he felt her body start to contract again...and stopped yet again, denying her release just when she was about to come.

He was well aware that she was trying to torture him as much as he was torturing her. If he was going to torment her, this time he wasn't going to use a spanking to do it.

She could have cursed and praised him all at the same time for knowing her so well as he worked her again, causing her to gasp, arch, whimper and moan as he teased her body till she was oh-so close again that she was trembling right on the edge of another orgasm...till he stopped again.

Panting, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were feverishly bright with mindless need as she squirmed on the bed. "Please...please...please..."

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