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“I’m sorry, Mistress. It must have slipped.”
“Don’t let it happen again.”
But the knife didn’t slip. He handed over the blade, swiping my blood as he smeared it over her rosy features. Bright red streaked over her forehead, moving towards her temple. She was already glowing under the red. He’d fucked her flushed and now she wanted my blood too. They both did.
“After you’re finished, get the first aid kit. That one’s going to need a bandage.”
“I’ll take care of it. I’m sorry. I’ll be careful next time.”
His tone was soft and soothing despite the fact that he didn’t mean it. The way he was looking at her again just increased my anger, making the fear fade. How he could feel anything for her baffled me. It was one thing if he was pretending but he wasn’t. He truly adored her even though she treated him like garbage.
“Mistress, I want to eat first. What food can I have after this?”
The red darkened, half drying, half beading over the surface. “You’re not allowed to cook anything. It’s too late and it’ll take too long. There’s wraps, rolls, soup, and sandwiches. Like I said before, you have half an hour. Use it wisely because you don’t get a minute more.
Mistress B-0003
Routines were something I needed, and surprisingly enough, me and my slaves were working out a lot better than I could have imagined. Ten days had gone by since the auction, and only once had I needed to use real punishment on either. Mark hadn’t liked me putting him back in his place after I let him fuck me, but he had to see he wasn’t getting in my bed until he realized it wasn’t his.Ever.One night, fine. Two...I wasn’t ready for that. But this new routine I’d slipped in and let him adopt; this I liked.
“Mistress, please.”
The vibrations from his begging had me rocking faster against his face. Maybe I should have beaten him for crawling into my bed while I’d been asleep, but this was too good; I didn’t want to stop. Now, every morning, he woke me up like this, and I allowed it despite I wouldn’t give him sex again like he truly wanted.
“Mistress.”
“Shut up or I’m kicking you out.”
My head lifted as his tongue pushed into my entrance. His thumb was just above my clit, pulling back with just the perfect pressure to tip the scales on my orgasm. The need for release grew, and I cried out as he brushed his tongue over the sensitive area.
Spreading my legs wider, I almost came as his finger eased into me. This part almost got me every time. It had in the shower, but so far, I was able to restrain from his cock. How, I hadn’t a clue. It was so big and thick. It was addicting, and perhaps that’s why I proceeded with caution.
“Fuck, I love the way you taste.”
A second finger entered causing me to grip the thick comforter. I lifted it, meeting my slave’s light eyes as he stared up at me from underneath. His transformation so far was shocking. Dreamy. It was everything I wanted and that made me pull back from him even more, which didn’t make sense. Hadn’t this been my plan? Yes. Didn’t I ruin every man I’d ever gotten close to? Also, yes. But couldn’t I ruin him guilt-free? Did it really matter if I did? Wasn’t he disposable? Replaceable? Hadn’t that been the point and the initial appeal when I came up with the plan to get a bodyguard who would help me kill for virgin blood?
I jerked the comforter down so I wouldn’t see him. I wouldn’t think about any of that. It was too early to worry about what-if’s anyway. Another two weeks and I’d be leaving. Time apart might be exactly what we needed. Maybe I’d see this wasn’t as good as I thought. Orhewasn’t as good? After all, he was only a man.A slave.
My mouth shot open as my head lifted through the suction. It’d been more powerful. Combined with the thrusts, I was losing my control. His skills blew me away. His care. His effort. Maybe one more time wouldn’t hurt. Then I could drive him crazy with waiting it out again. One more time. Dammit, I was so close.
“Fine, hurry.” I pushed under the blanket, making grabbing motions for him to come up. He didn’t hesitate. My slave’s lips crushed into mine and his cock entered me torturously slow. The tattooed muscles tightened on his shoulders and arms as he held himself up over me. It had my lust increasing even more as I soaked in his tattooed chest and stomach.
Mark rocked, grounding himself into me as he pushed deep. Holding his hips, I watched his thick cock become longer, only to disappear into me again. My breaths grew shallow, and I squeezed my eyes shut knowing if I continued, my orgasm would hit me within seconds.
“I want to come in you again, Mistress. I want to come so deep, you feel me inside of you all day. You can leave me here when you go out, take me, or lock me in the closet again, I’m still going to be in this pussy. I belong here.” Teeth tugged against my earlobe, moving to scrape down my neck as he sucked hard. Pushing my nails into his back, I got satisfaction in his pained wince.
“You belong where I want you.”
“Which is where?”
He slammed into me making my stare shoot to his. I’d almost come with no control. I was hanging on by a thread.
“Here,” he moaned. “You want my cock in you because we know it’s yours.”
“Stop talking and just fuck me.”
“Whatever you want, Mistress.”
That was not the response of a slave. Not the tone, anyway. He said the right words, but he didn’t mean them like he implied. Fingers pushed through my hair, tightening as I allowed him to pull my head back. His cock was already buried inside me. I arched impossibly more, feeling him not give me an inch to right myself. He kept me there, steadily thrusting with enough power to push me down into the mattress. Had I been clear-headed at all, I would have put a stop to it, but he was hitting the perfect spot. Over and over, his entire length rubbed over it until I knew I couldn’t stop myself.
