growth on his face, and beyond that she noticed – once he backed away enough so she could see the crude Adonis better – a gym-built body, slim hips and tight ass. The beard and mustache were probably groomed to look scruffy; the disheveled, unkempt hair the same, although there was nothing scruffy about his sculpted physique.
His mouth formed a natural smirk with such ease that it took no effort to evoke. This she expected. However, there was an empty cruelty in his eyes she feared. He was a smartlooking bad boy; the scoundrel women love to hate, and yet desperately crave. She could swear that she'd never laid eyes on him before. Where had he been hiding at the X-Club? Had he been there at all?
"Thank you, sir," she weakly managed, "for taking off the blindfold.
"What? That's all I get?" he snickered and moved further away, so now she could see the splendid body, everything from cock to ass to muscled chest. She remembered him pressed against her, the cock hard and speared deeply between her legs. She could still feel him there, ramming her cunt to make her come.
"You have a name?" she asked.
"Just call me master," he said.
"But you don't look much like a master to me."
"No? Really?" he shrugged. "I'm so disappointed. So what do I look like?"
"Like the kind of goddam ass who makes a point of breaking women's hearts…" she paused, hastily adding, "while using women's bodies for sport."
"You mean, like I just used you?"
"Yeah, like you just used me."
"I didn't hear you complaining, unless you call the screams of a fucking woman complaining. Don't tell me you weren't into it, doll."
"So what if I was into it? Doesn't mean I want to be hanging here, that I want to be your captured slave, that I'm ever going to love you, or care about you or need you! It means I got an easy body."
"Damn right you're easy. You're so damn easy, you'll be begging to stay before I'm done with you." He laughed in his typical sardonic way, "The more I get to know you, the more I know I made the right choice."
He sat on a crate some distance off and viewed her dangling body, letting his thoughts play out on his face, while he swilled a beer, cooling down.
"Please will you take me down? I have to pee."
"That so? Huh?" he snickered. "I got an answer for that."
He briefly left her then returned a minute later with a bucket in hand.
"Use this."
"What do you mean, 'use this'?" she stared down to where he'd placed the bucket between her feet.
"I mean pee in the bucket, doll."
He swiped his jeans from the floor and pulled them up around his hips, while she was left to contemplate his latest demand.
"I can't," she said. "Please just take me down. I'll crawl all you like."
"Yeah, sure, I'll take you down, after you pee in the bucket."
She tried again. "I said I can't pee that way."
"Then learn."
He sat back on the crate gulping beer as he watched the petulant worry lines appear on her pretty face. It got all screwed up in a fretful pout, but he had no plans to give in. Fact was, he was enjoying her predicament.
She fussed and fumed for several minutes. "Please, master , please let me down." She looked as though she was about to cry.
"Hey, I said I would. You just gotta pee in the bucket and I'll be happy to let you rest."
She closed her eyes, bowed her head and sighed miserably. Humiliation and shame had never been a big part of her kinky play – oh, a good dom could try and might even succeed, but there were always boundaries, hard limits. This would have been one of those hard limits if she'd been anywhere but here in this man's domain. So far, she'd found no chink in his daunting armor, although finding chinks was certainly hard given the conditions. Her choices were few, at least until she had more freedom – if more
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