feet. Her head went down and silence followed as the door opened and I stalked down the hallway. With each step, the darkness within me grew. To want something so much, to know nothing but that gut-wrenching torture, and have to face it every day had taken its toll. I wouldn’t have twenty-four-six-ninety for my slave, but I would have her before anyone else did.
“Faster.”
Footsteps padded behind me and I felt her presence grow stronger the nearer she became. My adrenaline left my pulse vibrating over every inch of my body. Questions and doubt tried to push through, but my battle was long lost. If my suspicions didn’t come to anything, soon she would belong to West. That ownership I couldn’t come between. I wouldn’t. So why was I doing this now?
I pulled out my keys, unlocking and throwing open my door. The fear clouding my slave’s face was all I needed to latch to her arm and pull her inside. The fog that took over after that was one I could barely fight through. My lips crushed into hers and her weight in my arms was nothing as I took us into my bedroom.
The bed bounced underneath our weight and I ground my hard cock in between her legs, kissing her harder. Heaven, sweetness, the feel of her tongue as it hesitantly met mine, left my body moving into her small frame even more. Had she ever been kissed? Really kissed? I didn’t think so.
“Master?”
The heavy pants drove me forward to press into her lips again. I cared not for her hesitation. My body lifted enough to jerk the dress to her hips and in a swift tug I brought her panties down. She lifted her legs to help me remove them and in one tiny moment of our eyes connecting, the world I had known disappeared. Everything was gone. Time ceased to exist, leaving me lost within her depths. Forever seemed to pass, and yet, it only had to have been a few seconds.
No words left my slave as she widened her legs beneath me. It was consent in the purest form, but was it one she wanted? She was too well trained to fight. She knew better, and me, I wouldn’t know the truth unless I felt for myself.
My head lowered to her neck and it took everything I had to trail my fingers up her thigh. If she didn’t want me, it’d hurt. But if she did … in the end, it may hurt her worse. She’d become more mine. More than she had ever been.
A small sound was followed by a deep inhale as I cupped her pussy. What my fingers met twisted my stomach into a million pieces. She was so wet. So ready for me. It was a relief and the end all at once. We couldn’t fight this need. No matter how hard we had tried over the years, we couldn’t escape. And I knew she had to have felt it too. The looks, the beatings she’d taken for them. I may have scared the hell out of her, but we were doomed to this desire between us.
My finger inched inside of her channel and I cursed myself on how I couldn’t wait. Hadn’t she been through enough? If I was going to do this, shouldn’t I at least let her enjoy it? She wouldn’t. Not really. The pain it was going to cause would bring me happiness, but all it was going to cause her was discomfort. The man I’d become over the years didn’t care. Her opinion or wellbeing didn’t matter. She was a slave. The part she’d won over worried about her reaction—her feelings.
The volume of her moans increased, drowning out my worries. I sucked against her neck, easing another of my fingers inside of her. At the gasp, I pushed deeper. My thrusts became faster at the haze that was engulfing me again. My cock ached and I was tired of drawing this out. I couldn’t sit here and make love to her. I couldn’t show too much emotion. Yet, I was. More than I should.
I withdrew my fingers, pushing up enough to jerk off my jacket and shirt. When I removed my pants, my slave’s stare cut up to mine. She was filled with such terror that it only pushed me over the edge of excitement. She scrambled higher onto the bed, but she barely made it there before
“Faster.”
Footsteps padded behind me and I felt her presence grow stronger the nearer she became. My adrenaline left my pulse vibrating over every inch of my body. Questions and doubt tried to push through, but my battle was long lost. If my suspicions didn’t come to anything, soon she would belong to West. That ownership I couldn’t come between. I wouldn’t. So why was I doing this now?
I pulled out my keys, unlocking and throwing open my door. The fear clouding my slave’s face was all I needed to latch to her arm and pull her inside. The fog that took over after that was one I could barely fight through. My lips crushed into hers and her weight in my arms was nothing as I took us into my bedroom.
The bed bounced underneath our weight and I ground my hard cock in between her legs, kissing her harder. Heaven, sweetness, the feel of her tongue as it hesitantly met mine, left my body moving into her small frame even more. Had she ever been kissed? Really kissed? I didn’t think so.
“Master?”
The heavy pants drove me forward to press into her lips again. I cared not for her hesitation. My body lifted enough to jerk the dress to her hips and in a swift tug I brought her panties down. She lifted her legs to help me remove them and in one tiny moment of our eyes connecting, the world I had known disappeared. Everything was gone. Time ceased to exist, leaving me lost within her depths. Forever seemed to pass, and yet, it only had to have been a few seconds.
No words left my slave as she widened her legs beneath me. It was consent in the purest form, but was it one she wanted? She was too well trained to fight. She knew better, and me, I wouldn’t know the truth unless I felt for myself.
My head lowered to her neck and it took everything I had to trail my fingers up her thigh. If she didn’t want me, it’d hurt. But if she did … in the end, it may hurt her worse. She’d become more mine. More than she had ever been.
A small sound was followed by a deep inhale as I cupped her pussy. What my fingers met twisted my stomach into a million pieces. She was so wet. So ready for me. It was a relief and the end all at once. We couldn’t fight this need. No matter how hard we had tried over the years, we couldn’t escape. And I knew she had to have felt it too. The looks, the beatings she’d taken for them. I may have scared the hell out of her, but we were doomed to this desire between us.
My finger inched inside of her channel and I cursed myself on how I couldn’t wait. Hadn’t she been through enough? If I was going to do this, shouldn’t I at least let her enjoy it? She wouldn’t. Not really. The pain it was going to cause would bring me happiness, but all it was going to cause her was discomfort. The man I’d become over the years didn’t care. Her opinion or wellbeing didn’t matter. She was a slave. The part she’d won over worried about her reaction—her feelings.
The volume of her moans increased, drowning out my worries. I sucked against her neck, easing another of my fingers inside of her. At the gasp, I pushed deeper. My thrusts became faster at the haze that was engulfing me again. My cock ached and I was tired of drawing this out. I couldn’t sit here and make love to her. I couldn’t show too much emotion. Yet, I was. More than I should.
I withdrew my fingers, pushing up enough to jerk off my jacket and shirt. When I removed my pants, my slave’s stare cut up to mine. She was filled with such terror that it only pushed me over the edge of excitement. She scrambled higher onto the bed, but she barely made it there before
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