Chapter Four
Capri
Ilay motionless, gazingat the darkness that hangs just over my bed—lost in thought.It’s been three days, and I can’t seem to get the thoughts of my newfound master out of my mind.About a week earlier, all I could wish for was death, and now the only thing on my mind is this stranger’s thick cock.I almost feel guilty for not wallowing in the guilt of my best friend’s death—for not feeling miserable.Almost.This is the most alive I’ve felt since her death.I scoff, realizing that I still don’t know his name even though I’ve allowed him to invade my body in ways no one ever has.I purr, remembering the way his olive-green eyes robbed me of my senses, placing his brand on my very soul.I could tell that he wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted his cock inside me.But instead, he had jerked himself and come on my ass just to punish me—to break me until I learned to obey his every command.
I can still see his hand slowly go up and down his cock.I can still hear the squishy sound of him jerking.I can smell him.I know in my guts that this memory will accompany me to my grave.I slowly bring my hand to my cunt, and slowly slide away my lace panties.They’re badly soaked in my juices.I roll a finger over my clit.A nasty moan escapes my lips.My pace increases in rhythm to the jerking of my new master, whose image I’ve conjured in my mind.I prop myself upward on one hand and slide three fingers into my pussy.Three fingers ...they can barely fit into my tight cunt.I don’t mind, though.I want to be as close to the size of his cock as I can be.I swallow hard, realizing that my fingers don’t even come close to his girth.
I finger myself faster.I can hear his low grunts in my head.I can see sweat drop from his chiseled jaw.
“Fuck me, Master,” I moan loudly.“Please, fuck me.Right there.Don’t stop,” I cry.
“It feels so good ...your cock ...inside me ...it feels so good.”
I shut my eyes tightly, lost in this moment.I’m close.I can feel my muscles prepare to buckle.I’m fucking close.A growl that I don’t recognize as mine escapes my lips.Every inch of me wants to be overwhelmed by the violent waves of this impending orgasm.
“Interesting...”His image is so vivid in my head that I can even hear his voice.A shiver runs down my spine.
The light suddenly comes on.“As much as I’d love to see how this plays out, I want you to get dressed.”
Shit.The voice isn’t in my head.
A dress falls on my face almost immediately, and I bolt upward.There he is, dressed in a black tux that perfectly outlines his muscular body.He’s leaning against the wall, watching me with those same green eyes that sealed my fate the first moment I saw them.Heat immediately swells within me.I can feel my cheeks literally burning.How much of that did he actually see?Did he hear me yearning for him and begging him to fuck me?
He smirks, as if to tell me, yes, I saw everything.Despite my embarrassment, I can’t seem to ignore the frustration that comes with realizing that this man has denied me an orgasm twice in barely two weeks.
I bite on my lower lip, wondering if it will be a good idea to ask him the questions running in my head.I decide against it, pulling my duvet that has somehow landed on the floor over my body.
“How long before you realize that your body is mine?”
I clutch my blanket tighter, still too embarrassed to utter a word.
He takes a heavy step forward, fucking me with every movement of his eyes and twitch of his lips.His watchful eyes make me feel like I’m under a microscope.
“Take off that blanket.I enjoy seeing your tits hang loose.”
My fingers tighten around the duvet.He cocks his brow.
“You do remember what happens when you disobey, right?”
I remember all too well.“I get punished...”I say in a low voice.
“Good girl.Now, don’t make me repeat myself—ever.”
I nod like a hypnotized dummy, letting the duvet fall off.He walks over to my bed, like he pays my rent, cupping my breasts in his hands.He pinches my nipples really hard, and I let out a muffled cry.He rolls my nipples with dangerous expertise, like he knows my body better than I do.He does.I had no idea that pain could feel so satisfying.
