Not Even Death-Eternally Your Master by B.B. Blaque Page A

going to fuck you until you
beg me to stop. I’ve been instructed to ignore tears...pleas…and
any manipulation. The only thing that’ll make me stop once I begin
is my choice, or your safe-word…Do you understand?” His hand was
reaching toward her again, his eyes never leaving the road, foot
still steady.
    She began to tremble, trying to suppress the
building excitement. His fingers reached her wet folds. Her
secret was out .
    “Just as I expected…” He laughed, keeping his
eyes on the road. “But the plan is to go past your enjoyment—past
your excitement—to make you truly selfless as you’re taken.” He’d
thought Markus was out of his mind when he mentioned his plan. He’d
been assured of her response and training for specifically this
task. Derrick had never been able to wrap his head around
Master/slave relationships on this level, but the idea was
enticing.
    “Hey, “Calico asked pointedly, before
remembering her place and softening her tone.
    “Do you like it…that you can make girls cry
when you fuck them?” She hoped he’d say yes; if he said no she
wouldn’t believe him anyway . She needed him to truly enjoy it. Her ability to accept it was dependent upon it.
    His cock jumped and grew harder as he
considered his reply. His foot pressed down on the pedal, as his
throttled passions rushed forth, fueling him, igniting sparks,
expanding his girth before being stifled again. He had to keep
it together, for now . The tension inside him grew.
    He focused on the question. Sure, he
occasionally felt bad about it—but mostly because he liked it so
fucking much. Something about seeing tears well in a sub’s eyes
while he drove his cock deeper … He still wrestled with that
side of himself. He was only sporadically sadistic and hadn’t
learned to embrace that inner longing. Markus knew this and time
with Cali was his gift unto that end.
    “Well, do you Sir?” His fingers slipped in
between her slippery folds, aiding in and distracting him from his
response. He focused on the road but loved the sweet, wetness
covering his fingers.
    “Honestly?” He asked, teasing her while
biding time. They were almost back to the estate and the harsh
session ahead of them would change the tides for awhile.
    “Yes, please.” Cali said, releasing a sigh. Please, please….please!
    “Honestly, I think someone wants to find
out…someone’s wet, little slit is begging to know.” He couldn’t
believe how turned on she was. Markus knew his slave alright. Her
response was driving him crazy and he did his best not to react. He
knew it was all he could do not to pull over and show her exactly
how he felt about it. Thank you Markus!
     
     
     

    CHAPTER EIGHT

    When they returned to the estate Derrick
quickly took the lead. He had to regain his internal composure if
he would ever finish things as planned. He wanted nothing more than
to throw her down in the grass and take her his way, but this was a
gift given and a gift to receive. Markus was in control.
    “So, I’ll allow you to have your choice of
where to play. We can play in the dungeon, or in your gazebo. Which
would you prefer?” His hands were peeling the tank top down her
body, revealing her breasts in the moonlight. Her skin was warm,
face glowing.
    Calico considered the options. She hadn’t had
the heart to enter the dungeon for months. Too many ghosts of
memories lingered in the shadows, too much love and energy had been
exchanged within its walls. It was hallowed ground…she just
couldn’t.
    The cage was her center, her safe place, the
place of endings and new beginnings. It would be the place, to
start again.
    “Not the dungeon, please Sir.” She said,
feeling her skirt breezing down her thighs with a soft swoosh
sound, before hitting the ground. Her hot nakedness was caressed by
the wind and enhanced by the glow of the moon. She was near her
most natural state of being.
    Derrick took her shaky hand in his and began
leading her toward the edge