What we lost here is something better left alone
Second steps have been forgotten,
will you tell me how they go
Set yourself, situate,
like a fool try again
There's no one around you can remember
being good, for you
So
Shame, shouldn't try you,
couldn’t step by you
And open up more
Shame, shame, shame
Shame
Matchbox Twenty

Upon their return from the mall, Sam and Calla found Daniel in his office going over the text in the small book. Daniel looked up and saw the two women standing there; he closed the book and stuffed his notes in his drawer.

“Well, nice to see you.” He remarked as he looked at his watch and noticed they had been gone over three hours. Calla stood before him with bags from different shops in her hands and looking rather guilty. She held the bags out for him to inspect without looking at him. “Why don’t you show me what you bought?” He asked and then turned to Sam. “And my credit card?” Daniel held out his hand and Sam turned it over, Daniel swore it was still smoking. “Come on, let’s go back to my quarters and you can show me what you have in those bags.” The light on his desk flicked off while Daniel rose and put his arm around Calla’s shoulders. There was something oddly familiar about the sight of her with the shopping packages in her hands and that guilty look on her face. “Sam thanks again.”

“No problem,” Sam reached out and touched Calla’s upper arm, “we had a good time, didn’t we?” Suddenly the small auburn haired woman didn’t seem to be the same one with whom she had spent the afternoon shopping and laughing. Now that she was back with her Master, Calla seemed much more subdued and shy.

“Yes.” Calla agreed with a warm smile. “We did. Thank you for taking me.”

“Any time.” Sam left Daniel’s office to make her way back home for the evening. Daniel led Calla back to his quarters.

“Aren’t you going to show me what you’ve bought?” He asked as she set the packages down on the floor and then walked away from them. Throughout his lifetime it had been his experience that when a woman came home with that many packages full of clothes, she usually wanted to show them off. It was obvious to him that she was afraid he was about to disapprove of the way she had spent his money.

Calla looked down at the bags and back up at Daniel. “If you wish.” She stooped and emptied the contents of the GAP bag onto his bed to show him the three pairs of blue jeans and sweaters. She opened the two shoeboxes and showed him the contents.

“Are they comfortable?” Daniel asked as he sat in the chair by his desk. He was very glad she had purchased not one but two pairs of shoes, he thought that might be Sam’s doing. Calla nodded her head in response to his question. “Good. I expect you to wear them.” Again, she nodded her agreement and then began to gather up her new clothes without opening up the Victoria’s Secret bag. “What’cha got in there?” Daniel asked coyly as he raised an eyebrow at the bag.

Master Daniel had not made any advances toward her since bringing her through the Gate, in fact, he had been very much against the idea and she was beginning to think that he would not change his mind about that. If she showed him the contents of the bag, he might think she was overstepping her bounds and going against his wishes. “Nothing important, just some undergarments.”

“Oh. Not going to show me those?” Daniel watched as she shook her head no. It was as though he were the one with the telepathy, her eyes showed him everything she was thinking. “Ok.” He held out his hand to her and Calla slipped hers into it. “Hungry?”

“No.” She reached into the Victoria’s Secret bag with her free hand and produced a bag from Strawberry’s Record Store. “These too.” Calla held the bag out to him. Daniel dropped her hand and took the bag, he peeked into it and she waited for him to tell her that she could not keep them.

“Good taste.” Daniel remarked as he looked through the CDs she bought today. “You want to listen to these?”

“Yes?”

Within a few moments, Bob Seger was coming through the speakers in Daniel’s quarters, he was singing about his ‘Night Moves’ and Calla was humming along happily. “I made some room for your clothes,” he crossed the room to the chest of drawers and showed her where she could store her things.

“Thank you. I don’t wish to disturb you, Daniel, I know you were working.”

“You’re not disturbing me.” Daniel told her and ran a hand across her cheek. “You sure you’re not hungry? Did you eat with Sam?”

That guilty look flashed across her face again. “Pizza.” She muttered.

“Pizza? That sounds good.” He rubbed his flat stomach and kissed the top of her head, glad to hear that she had eaten something today. It wasn’t the most nutritious food item in the world, that much was true but, at least, it was something.

After she put her things away in the designated area, Calla took her Bath and Body Works bag and her Victoria’s Secret bag into his bathroom. It was not long before the sweet scents of lavender and jasmine filled the undersized room and distracted him while he tried to work at the small computer there. On the CD, Bob was singing about the fire down below while Daniel tried to concentrate on his work and the exotic aromas tickled his nose and his fancy. Daniel looked up when he heard the bathroom door open. Calla stepped out of the bathroom, followed by a heady load of steam, in a new white terry cloth bathrobe, her damp hair had been towel dried then combed back away from her face, her skin cherry pink from the hot water. Daniel sucked hard on the pencil he had been holding his mouth, while his thoughts wandered to what was (or was not) under that velvety robe. He found that he could see his hands caressing that soft whiteness, undoing the sash and sliding it down her milky shoulders.

Was it possible that she saw desire in his eyes? Carefully she walked over to where Daniel sat and put her hands on his shoulders, she began to knead the knotted muscles beneath his black t-shirt. “You are very tense.” She remarked and rubbed a little harder. “You should relax more.”

The yellow pencil dropped from his full lips as a large breath exhaled itself from his lungs and Daniel’s head drooped backwards to rest against her breast. “That feels so good.” Before he could indulge himself further, Calla’s hand was under his forearm, she was guiding him from his chair across the room to his bed. Without any words she took the glasses from his face and the black t-shirt he had been wearing from his body, she tossed it over by the desk before she laid him face down the bed. Calla straddled his back, and snuck a small bottle of musk scented lotion from her robe pocket, rubbed her hands together lightly to build up energy between them and began to massage his tired muscles again. Her delicate hands were slick with lotion; they flowed effortlessly over the silky-smooth surface of his back. Energy rose and his mind opened just the smallest bit as his body relaxed with the motion of her hands. Calla could see that the scar on her Master’s shoulder ran straight through him. Whatever it had been, it looked like it had entered from the front and exited through his back. She ran her fingertips along the bumpy and knotted flesh and then bent to brush her lips across it lightly.

“My Lord Daniel, “ Calla lowered herself to whisper against the nape of his neck, “Does my touch not please you? “ At her question, his body stiffened under her. Softly her hot tongue flicked gently around the inside of his ear. Between her legs, Calla felt the waves of desire rippling down his spine as she sat straddled over his bare skin with her hands working the tired aching muscles of his lower back. Beneath her, Daniel rolled over and Calla found herself no longer straddling the soft mound of his ass but the hard mound of his wanton cock. It seemed he found her touch pleasing enough.

Softly scented hands cautiously made a steady descent from his neck, down the well-indented crevice of his chest and down his tight abdomen. Calla lowered her body to stop and listen to the sound of his heart, just like his cock and his eyes, it was strong and full of want. Daniel sucked in breath as he felt her moist lips closed around one hard nipple. She reached down between her legs and grabbed hold of the belt buckle. With skilled fingers, she nimbly slid the hard part of him free of its restraint. Calla covered his hard torso in a mass of silken fire as her mouth descended toward her goal. For the first time, Calla caught sight of new Master’s tool. It was large and hard enough to hang a wet towel from without bending it. Only time would tell how he would use it with her. Whatever he wanted, she would do it, anything to please him.

The dark thoughts, which had begun to dance in the back of his mind as they sat on the hillside returned to him as her lips, closed around his hardness and she took him into her mouth. Fighting them off proved a difficult task, especially when she was so goddamn willing. Before he knew it, Daniel’s hands clenched into fists, he was grabbing handfuls of damp lavender scented hair. Calla looked up at him as she ran the flat of her moist tongue along his hard shaft. One hand worked his hardness with an expert but gentle touch while the other reached under him to cup his balls, her index finger probing for the hole below. It slid delicately inside of him as she took him full into her mouth, sliding down her throat and out again while her hands worked him, Daniel’s heart began to pound in his chest as the fire rose in his belly. God, did her jaw unhinge or something? Before he knew it was happening, he was coming hard and fast, his cock was throbbing and he was trying to push her away from it but she would not go. Calla’s mouth closed tighter around him as he came in her mouth and down her throat. When she was satisfied that she had done a good job, she turned her head upward to look at him, she ran her tongue across her lips while her eyes gleaming with devilish delight. She whispered something against the fading hardness and it came to life with a vengeance.

“My Lord is unsatisfied.” She cooed as she took the leather belt from the fatigues he was still wearing and slithered up his body with the strap in her hand. Calla settled herself on top of him but did take him into her. Instead, she pushed aside the scanty Victoria’s Secret panties she was wearing under the soft white robe, she rubbed the hard tip of his shift against the hungry part of her, still she sat just out of the reach of Daniel’s waiting cock. As she perched there on top of him in the dim light, he watched as she wrapped the strap around her own wrists, cinching it with her teeth, and then held her bound hands out to him.

“No.” Daniel reached up, unwrapped her hands, and tossed the belt to the mattress.

“Master Daniel, please touch me. Please let me.” The words she fought for came to her mind, landed on the tip of her tongue and stuck there. Never had she said this phrase. Never had she really known what it meant until this very moment. Through all the years she spent with Kanan, she often thought if things had been different she might have loved him or at least not have been repelled by his touch. He was viscously handsome and for some time, eons ago, he had been kind to her, his touch had been softer than in recent years. Even then, back in those early days when he might have held some genuine affection for her, she could never call what he did with her lovemaking. “I‘ve never wanted to do this.” Calla confessed in a voice that was scarcely perceptible. “Let me. I will please you.”

“Not like that. “ Daniel reached out to bring her down to him; she flinched away from him as he tried to kiss her. Her emerald eyes filled with both fear and desire, there was something else lurking in there, confusion. For all of her ’skills’ she was completely lost right now, waiting for him to guide her in the right direction and reveal what he wanted her to do for him. What he wanted was for her to let him make love to her, but he was not sure that was possible or if she even knew what it was. Daughter to Aphrodite, how could she not know what it was to make love? It was clear to him that Kanan did not kiss her. No, there had been no tenderness at all in her last master’s touch. He felt her tender waiting body shiver inside his hold. “Let me. “ Daniel whispered and then closed his lips around hers.

It was not long before Calla stopped pulling away from him and began to come closer toward him. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, Daniel rolled her under him. Lying on top of her with his hands in her hair, his tongue exploring the back of her throat, Daniel felt like an Avatar. He felt as though the Gods had endowed him with some mysterious power and that they had bound this woman to him. She was his, whether he actually liked that idea or not did not matter. It was far too late to turn back now. She would stay by his side and be everything he ever wanted her to be and in return he would keep her safe, he would protect her and be the Avatar when the time came. Calla shivered beneath him again, whether from fear or desire he didn’t know, his strong arms wrapped themselves around her tighter and brought her closer.

“I like this,” he whispered as he tugged on the soft cloth of the robe she wore, “give it to me.” Calla sat up part away and allowed him to strip her of it; she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped one small arm protectively around herself while the other reached out for the blanket. “No,” he tugged at her arm, “let me see.” Disquieted eyes stared back at him, but Calla slowly unfolded herself and then lay down before him, ready for his inspection. “Beautiful,” he whispered to her, “I can’t believe you’re here with me.”

Beautiful? Had he really said that? More important, did he mean it? It had been a very long time since anyone had uttered such a pretty word to her. Naganti Kanan had always said that she was ‘adequate’ for his needs. Calla licked her lips. “Kiss more.” She implored.

“Ha’nok re?” He bid in return.

“Please,” Calla moaned as he hands ran down her flanks. “Ha’nok re.” Her body rose to his touch and her heart began to race. Master Daniel was not like Naganti Kanan; his touch was soft and yielding. There was an energy in it that she had not known existed, it ran around and through her until finally it settled itself somewhere deep inside of her and filled all the empty aching places there. She never wanted him to stop touching her. Callas’ nipples grew so hard with want of him that she thought they would pop off. Master Daniel’s mouth opened and descended to cover her left breast, his hand descended the flat of her stomach and ran his firm hand under the white silk panties, across the space where a snatch of hair should be and was not. Calla’s hips rose to the command of his hand but her legs did not part. When he looked up at her, suspicious eyes stared back at him. “What do you want?”

“Stay with me and I’ll show you.” He leaned down and kissed her again. “Give to me.” Slowly he slid the white panties down her milky thighs and free of her body. She let out a low sigh as she cuddled her cheek against his own and her legs parted below him. “Good. Don’t be scared.” He kissed her again. “I’ll never hurt you.” One hand reached to the part of her that had opened to his command while the other kept her held close to his warm body. Calla twitched as one finger slid inside of her and he held her closer.

“Sa’Tan Daniel.” Calla cried softly as her back arched and his fingers probed deeper inside of her. It was so hard to catch her breath. So long had she thought herself to be among the Walking Dead and now his touch was making her feel alive. The things he was doing to her brought on a wave of lightheaded desire that she had only heard of before. Even in the early days with him, Naganti Kanan never made her feel this way. Naganti Kanan would never allow this at all.

As soft and sweet as she laid spread out before him now, Daniel knew that in the next second or two she was going to try to pull away from him. “Don‘t be afraid.” With his free hand, he applied slight pressure between her breasts until she lay flat on the bed once more. “I don’t ever want your fear, Calla. “ Daniel’s head descended and he breathed in deep of the musky scent as his tongue began to maneuver around the place where his fingers were gently moving in and out. Calla did flinch. She did try to jump away but he held her firm until the fear subsided and she rested once more against the soft mattress.

The taste of her was just as he knew it would be honey and cantaloupe juice. Light and sweeter than the finest wine. If she would but let him, he would drink down every drop of her and ask for more. Callas’ hips rose and fell to the rhythm he created, her breathing became shallow and harsh. From his place between her legs, he watched her chest rise and fall in time with those lovely slender hips. Her eyes closed and her hands lay upon the mattress at her sides. A little further, a little faster, a deep moan escaped her lips. She would cum for him and quickly. A little further still, a little harder now. Her hips rose and fell, rose and fell and she began to cry out. It was music to his ears. Her lips moved, she was saying something but he could not make it out. Frantic fingers reached out and pulled him away from her, toward her, up to her.

“No,” she cried in a soft whisper, “Master Daniel, do not.” The heat in her voice betrayed her words. Calla wrapped both arms around him as he laid himself over her and entered her.

The other night during the ritual Daniel had thought her to be so tight because he hadn’t the chance to ready her, not to mention the idea she was barely conscious. Now, he understood that was not the case. She was so exquisitely tight because of the scars Kanan had left upon her insides. Naganti Kanan had scarred her for the same reason that she was hairless; Kanan take pleasure in feeling as though he were taking a virgin, and a young one, every night. From this night on every time Daniel made love to her, he would reap the benefits of Kanan’s perversions and her pain.

Halfway inside of her, so tight and hot, he wanted to explode right then and there. Calla’s breath hitched in her chest and he looked down to see a bright flash of pain dart through her eyes before she could hide them from him. She did not cry out or tell him to stop, instead Calla held tighter to him. “Don’t be afraid.” To his words, her hips began to rise to greet him as he entered her further. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Co. “ The Sa’Tan’s body was hard, it was soft and warm against her skin, his touch was more than she had ever imagined in her wildest dreams, it brought fire to her body and life to her heart. She never wanted to be without him, never wanted to be anywhere that he was not. Always, always, did she want to do this with him. Always to please him. Calla accepted it when he sank further into her, the pain was there but it was bearable not like when Naganti Kanan took her. Not at all like that. She had not known that pain could feel so good. Right. Calla’s heart raced as she tried to catch her breath and could not. “Please, it will ease.”

All the way inside of her now, Daniel struggled with himself to keep hold of her and not surrender to the darkness that tickled the back of his mind. In this moment, it would be so easy for him to tear into her and rip her apart. To bend her. Twist her. Rape her. Raising his body weight off her and onto all fours, his fingers brushed across the cold metal of his belt buckle. They closed around the leather strap and for one moment, he could clearly see himself binding her wrists and securing her to the headboard. Easy. So damn easy. She would never cry out or tell him to stop. No, such a good girl, she would lay there and take it, all of it, in any way he saw fit to put it to her. After all, the Master could never be guilty of anything as vile as rape, could he? Daniel slid the strap closer to where she lay.

Calla’s eyes lay closed, her hips rose and fell in time to his thrusts until he thought that he would burst. As he hovered over her with the darkness in his mind begging him to tie her down, Calla began to cum. The walls around him grew wetter, tighter and hotter. Her hands ran wildly down the length of his spine. Daniel leaned in closer to suckle at the nape of her neck. She smelled like heaven and she felt like home. This was so much better, so much sweeter, than anything those dark fantasies had to offer him. This made everything worthwhile. Daniel pushed the strap off the bed and onto the floor.

“No,” it was only a soft whisper and one that he probably had not been meant to hear but he did hear it. Her breath was hot against him, her breasts pushed against his chest as it rose and fell to the rhythm of his thrusts. “No,” a little louder this time but not much. Her arms dropped from him and pinned themselves back upon the ground. “Sa‘Tan, do not.” If he had not been listening closely he would not have thought them words at all, only breath rising and falling from her lungs.

“Do not what, Calla?” Daniel whispered as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of her.

“No, do not.” Her hips betrayed her words as they rose and fell against him. “Please.” She turned her sharply so that her hair fell across her face. Daniel knew she had opened her eyes beneath it. He brushed it away from her face.

“Don’t hide your eyes from me.” He whispered passionately and held her head in place with a gentle but firm grip. “Don’t what. Tell me.”

“Please,” she begged. “Forgive.” Calla cried softly as her body tightened against him. “Do not.”

“Don’t do this?” He teased. “You want me to stop?” Callas’ legs clamped down over his own, pinning him to her in response. “No, I didn’t think so.” He kissed her neck once more. He would not stop. Daniel had passed the point of no return. Stopping wasn’t what she wanted anyway, no matter what her words said to him, her eyes belied her words, and they begged him to continue to doing just what he was doing. She was trying to hard to hold herself back from him but he would not let her. Daniel thrust a little harder and a cry of desire escaped her lips.

“Do not,” she begged softly and wrapped her arms tightly around him. “Please forgive. I‘m sorry. Forgive,” she uttered quietly once more. In her mind she felt herself falling, falling, down, down, into the soft depths of his blue eyes. Nevertheless, it was all right to fall he would catch her. Of that, she was certain. She had always known that he would catch her one day.

Today?

How many nights had she wished for this? Prayed for this?

Yes, tonight. I will catch you. Daniel’s voice bid softly inside her mind as his hand ran along the curve of her face and his lips brushed lightly against her own. Let go, Calla.

Callas’ nails sunk into the skin at his back as her legs clamped down harder, holding him in place, keeping him where she needed him to be. The last bit of resistance left her. She could no longer hold off the man above her or the incredibly intoxicating feeling he was so willingly giving to her, Calla surrendered to his wishes. Calla buried her head deep in his chest and allowed the wave of desire to sweep her away. She held on tightly to her Master as the forbidden liquid flowed freely from her and she gave completely over to him.

With her orgasm brought on his own. Daniel felt the hot ball in the pit of his stomach rise as she whispered for his forgiveness and she drenched him with that sweet honey and cantaloupe juice it coursed hot and free over his hardness and down his inner thighs. Daniel took and then gave that which she had begged for so sweetly.

As his life force emptied itself into her, he felt a strange and wondrous energy. Daniel did not know if it came from her or from him and he didn’t care. He knew what it was, healing energy. The same energy she had given to Naganti Kanan and to Sam. It was inside of her now, healing her. Maybe the next time he entered her there would be less pain.

“I’m sorry, please,” she stammered in a quite whisper as the first of her tears kissed the warmth of his shoulder. “Forgive me. Please, don’t hurt me.”

Daniel’s heart broke at her words. Never did Kanan allow that, no a man who would maim her like that certainly never wanted her to feel any pleasure, now did he? If, per chance, it happened anyway, there must have been consequences for her to pay. Perhaps it resulted in the wounds that Naganti Kanan had laid upon her and would not heal afterward. “I’ll always forgive you.” Was all he could say as he lay there soaking inside of her.

End Chapter Seventeen
Daughter of the Gods: Every New Beginning
By Moon Mistress
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Chapter Eighteen

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