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“I might,” he answered. “Watching my pets love each other is a beautiful thing. Women are so expressive, so gentle in their touch. I love the sound of their breathy sighs and their sweet expressions as they cum. Would you not enjoy sharing that with me?”

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. “I might have to be…encouraged.”

“Scarlet has a way of encouraging that is quite…pleasurable,” he said. “But do not worry. Tonight you are mine and mine alone. I do not wish to share you with anyone. I suspect I will not wish to share you for a long time.”

He began to pet my sex softly and gently parted my folds to reveal the slowly swelling bud that ached for his touch. I gasped softly and arched against him. He stopped only long enough to claim my mouth again. He kissed me deeply, possessively and I sank into the feeling of being cherished and desired. Nothing existed but Omar and his touch.

“There is one place I must have,” he murmured against me, placing soft kisses along my collarbone. “That will cement my complete possession of you. Do you belong to me, my pet? Say the words. Call me Master and give yourself completely to me.”

I frowned as I came out of my reverie and gaze up at him with realization. “You mean…?”

He nodded, his skin glistening in the flickering light of the candlelit bathing room. “I must take your rosebud. It is the ultimate in sacrifice and yielding, to take my cock in that tight, private place. The thought of taking you there drives me insane, drives me to almost throw you down and force myself into that dark hole but I’m trying to restrain myself.”

I quivered at the primal darkness in his eyes. To be taken so completely, no part of myself untouched…quickened my own desire and I nodded breathlessly. “Yes, Master…please take my ass. Claim it.”

With a barely restrained growl, he flipped me to my hands and knees. “Arch your back for me, pet. It will make it easier for you. There, yes, just like that,” he encouraged as I lifted my hips and arched my back deeply. His palms spread across my cheeks and set them to quivering as he lightly slapped them and then rubbed the sting away. He seemed to understand I craved the sting as much as I needed the pleasure. Suddenly, he parted my chee

ks and exposed my rosebud to his stare. I blushed but his rumble of appreciation soothed my embarrassment away. Then he shocked me by plunging his tongue deep into my ass. The soft, wet wiggling playing around the edges of my puckered bud excited me beyond anything I could’ve imagined. I gasped his name, begged for more — I had no shame any longer. I was free to feel and be whatever I wanted to be with Omar.

And that included his sex slave.

“Oh yes,” I moaned, as he simulated fucking with his tongue in my ass. I bucked against his mouth, wanting deeper pressure, more contact. “Your cock, please! Master, please! Fuck me now! I want to feel you inside me!”

“Yes, my pet!” he agreed readily, his voice a husky growl. “Ready yourself. Breathe deeply, my love. Open yourself to me, now!” His cock nudged at my opening and he pressed against the tightly closed bud. I gasped at the burn and struggled not to cry out but I wanted him to open me completely so I breathed against the invasion, willing my sphincter to open and allow entry. “So tight, so beautiful!” He pushed harder and slid inside me slowly, giving my body time to adjust to his invasion. Soon enough, I was open and ready and pushing against him for deeper penetration. It was a different sensation, completely raw and hot. I didn’t know if I’d ever be satisfied with simply vaginal sex any longer after feeling how full and stuffed I felt with Omar’s beefy cock up my ass. I felt dirty and sexy all at once. It was a mind-blowing sensation that touched off a myriad of toe-curling fire-bombs of pleasure inside me.

“Ohh God, Master,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as he slowly thrust in and out of my ass. I was mindless with pleasure, shocked by how each thrust ignited a frenzy inside me. I was sobbing by the time he poured his cum inside me, jerking his load in fits and spurts deep inside my most private place. I felt drenched in his essence, belonging to him and him alone. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. I was almost paralyzed with pleasure as it rolled over me in the biggest bone-crushing waves I’d ever experienced. I shuddered and collapsed, shaking as his cum oozed from my between my cheeks and leaked in a puddle beneath me. It was then the realization hit me as hard as my orgasm. I was a dirty whore. I liked to be fucked hard and raw in places I’ve only dreamed about in my deepest, darkest dreams, afraid to whisper my secret to anyone — but Omar.

I crawled to where Omar had collapsed, his spent cock dripping with the remnants of his explosive seed, and laid my head on his chest. Sweet Allah…Omar had been right. Fate had created me for him and him alone. That’s why I had decided to travel to Europe against my family’s wishes, to my friend’s confusion. That’s why, in spite of everything, arousal had quickened inside me at his mere voice at my ear; it was why, I was ready to close the door on my previous life and open the door to the next.

I had found my purpose — at Omar’s feet and in his heart.

And I had no intention of ever leaving.

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My skin prickled with fear. I became acutely aware of the fact that I was nude beneath the sheer outfit. There was only one reason I could reasonably think of why I’d be imprisoned in a bedroom, wearing nothing but see-through clothing. “I’ll scream if you touch me,” I told him, lifting my chin in spite of my frightened tears. “I’ll bite and kick and try to bash your head in with anything I can get my hands on. I swear it.”

“Do it. I like a woman with fire,” he said, advancing toward me. I stumbled as I tried to back away.

“Don’t do this,” I warned, adding with a hiss. “I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”

“Perhaps. But how will I know unless I find out?”

I snatched the small bedside lamp and hurled at him with the intent to bolt but he dodged the lamp easily and when I tried to run past him, he caught me easily in the steel of his arms, lifting me from the ground and crushing me to his chest. I tried to scream but he was holding me too tightly and I struggled to breathe. “Stop,” I cried, kicking my feet and connecting with his shin and sending a sharp stab of pain through my big toe. He grunted but otherwise held on. The granite of his chest pressed against the softness of my breasts and I couldn’t help but feel the shocking ridge of his erection grinding against my pubic bone. ‘”Noooo!” I gasped, doing my best to push against him, hating how easily he’d overpowered me in spite of my best efforts.

“You see, Natalie, I bore easily,” he said carrying me to the bed and then tossing me onto it roughly. His eyes lit up when that stupid flap parted as I’d landed, exposing my breasts to his hot gaze. I scrambled to cover myself but it was a futile effort. He could see my entire body through the filmy fabric and I knew it. “It’s a natural consequence of having whatever you want, whenever you want it. If it has wheels I own a fleet of them; if it has walls, I own enough to line a neighborhood. Nothing holds my interest for long. But having you appealed to me in a way that has never happened. You are my first acquisition, purchase, whatever you’d like to call it-“

“Participating in human slavery?” I supplied in a dark tone. “Because that’s what you’re doing. You can’t buy people!”

“No. You can’t. I can do whatever I please, as evidenced by the fact that I bought you.”

“Are you insane?”

His gaze narrowed at my blunt question and I shivered at the heat I saw there. “My sanity is not an issue. I simply find a way to acquire what I desire.” I quaked at the way the word desire hung between us. I wasn’t a virgin, having lost my virginity to a fumbling senior my junior year in high school in a completely forgettable encounter that had made me realize that sex was highly overrated. My sexual partners after that point had been few and far between. I’d been more focused on my grades than getting laid, which meant, although I wasn’t innocent, I was hardly experienced. “And,” he said, advancing with purpose in his step. “I desire you.”

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