RUIN The Waking
Author Lucian Bane
My name is Lucian Bane, and I'm an Ineffable Dom. That just means, do yourself a favor and please don't try to fit me into categories. Complicated Dom, Intricate Dom, or Confounding Dom work too. I don't want a woman I can break, or overpower, or exercise my dominance over. I want a woman I can come undone with. I want a woman I can jump off the cliff with into that abyss of holy hell, this is beyond me, beyond my control. And thank God, I have found that woman in my wife. I think there are many men like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. (A map for women as well, to let them know Doms like this exist.) I want to challenge them to go for the complete power exchange with a woman, but don't be a coward and not give the same that they demand or expect. Consider that when you give one hundred percent of yourself to a person, there is no more of you to give away. You now belong to them the way they belong to you.
As young men, inner Doms need a master to train them. I once bowed to my inner Dom's reckless and tireless desires, but when I gave myself to God and conformed my will to His, that inner Dom bowed to His will. The transformation made me into what I am today. What many would call an Ineffable Dom. But its equal term in the Vanilla world, in my opinion, is a real man.
To judge and execute. That is Ruin's power and desire. But Ruin's memory is empty of how he came to be here on Earth and why. After saving Isadore-- a neuroscientist living in the swamps of Louisiana-- from a sexual predator, she volunteers to help him.
Ruin soon discovers that judging and executing wicked humans while linked to such a difficult and beautiful woman who can't help but involve herself in every aspect of his business, is proving to be more difficult than judging the world.
Fun Random Facts About Lucian
Favorite Icecream: Butter Pecan
Favorite Song: Wish You were here (Pink Floyd)
Favorite Time: early morning
Favorite Smells: Ivory soap, Ivory dish liquid, Pine sol, and Camp fires
He loves to eat crushed ice
She suddenly jerked up in bed and Ruin spun around. “What are you doing!” she cried.
“I…” He suddenly found himself unable to utter the words 'checking on you'. “I was watching you sleep.”
She gasped. “Oh my God, what did you see?”
“I…” Again there was no lying. “Saw your breasts.”
She sucked in a sharp breath.
“I’m…” He let out a growl of exasperation. “Want to say I’m sorry but I can’t seem to.”
“Because you’re not sorry!”
“That…is absolutely correct.”
She stormed out of the bed and made her way around to look at me, holding her sheet tight. “And why wouldn’t you be? What is wrong with you?”
“I don’t know.” But he did surely know if he looked at her that he’d do something worse, so he turned his head away.
“You-you come watch me, you’re not sorry, and ohhhh, now you can’t look at me.” She gasped and spread one arm out. “And-and, I’m just supposed to tolerate all of this?” she shrilled. “I’m supposed to be the all accommodating swamp slut host, to the maleficent… hominid voyeur with the ever hard penis but not from ever touching it, are you seeing the freaky in this yet?” Her voice had gradually gotten higher and higher. “And for fucksake! What is your GOD DAMN NAME!”
He looked at her, breathing through the need that had spiked to dangerous from her anger, and now her close proximity to him in only that sheet. “Back up, Isadore. Now.”
“Back up?” She stepped closer. “Well while you’re watching my tits, Mister, I was having a dream about a man who was in dire need and God told me to help him!” She nodded incessantly with crazy looking wide eyes. “That’s right, I was ready to get rid of you and so I go out of my way, go the extra mile and pray for your sorry ass only to wake up to you watching my tits!” she screamed the last.
“You…prayed? For me?”
“What?” Like that was the stupidest of stupid questions.
“Why would you even do that?”
“Because I’m Christian. That’s what we do, we pray for people who need prayer and you clearly need it, don’t you agree?”
“So…you believe in God?” Already his disgust had reached massive levels and he couldn’t even keep the sick reaction from twisting his face.
“I said I prayed and you’re asking if I believe in God? I know you’re not stupid and you did not answer me, what is your name. I am not discussing a thing more until I know that. Tell me your name. Right now. Don’t tell me you don’t know it, either.”
“Well, what if I don’t know it?”
“Do you not know it?”
“I’m not sure what my name is.”
“Am I not speaking clearly?”
She pointed in his face. “Don’t’ get smart.”
“If you don’t quit being this way with me, Isadore, I’m going to remove your sheet and do things that will likely make you scream and I won’t stop until I’m done. I don’t even know what I’d do, but something tells me I’d take all the time in the world to figure that out until it’s entirely and perfectly done.”
She stood with her mouth open. “You’re threatening to rape me?”
“I wouldn't need to rape you.”
She gave a huge exasperated single laugh. “Welllll aren’t you the perfect and astute virgin lover!”
Ruin closed his eyes tight and focused the ice in his veins to push back the heat. “Just ask me to show you, and I will. I may be a virgin, a first time lover, but every second I can’t do what burns in me to do, is an eternal fucking torment.
She gasped and when he finally looked at her for fear of her silence, she just stared at him. “You said fucking,” she whispered, dazed looking.
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