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“Slave. W-Wait. I…Oh God. I’m not…ready. I.” Spasms shook my legs, and I tried twisting through the pleasure. Mark was pounding harder to my trapped self. So hard another orgasm rolled right over the first and it had me screaming. A loud moan rumbled from his throat, and I dug into his back with everything I had as hot cum pumped into me. By the time he was done, I was still twitching and floating in my bliss.
“Breakfast?”
He kissed my cheek as he climbed off and dropped down to the mattress next to me. I didn’t give him the pleasure of making himself at home. I lifted my feet, pressing them into his stomach to push him off the bed.
“Towel, not breakfast. You can clean me and then make my food as I take a shower.”
The slave’s smiling face peered over the side as he propped his chin on the edge of the mattress. “Towel and then breakfast. Got it.” He rose, walking nude to the bathroom. When he returned, I was already throwing his pajama pants right at his face.
“You’re too smug. Why are you smiling like that?”
The covers were eased down, and he sat on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs. For seconds, all he did was stare. Reaching over, his thumb separated me. I lifted my head watching as he took in his cum seeping free. I could feel it leaving me, and I could see the pure heat in his features as he got to witness it.
“Again?” He licked his lips, swirling his thumb over the wetness, smearing himself into my pussy. Had it not been for the head that peeked up at the end of my bed, perhaps I would have been tempted. As it was, the invasion to my privacy sent me snatching the towel from my slave’s hands.
“Do you need something?”
Weakling disappeared, and Mark turned to glance towards the girl I spoke to. When anger rolled through his lax features, I tried to decipher what that meant. I may have not liked her, but he didn’t really have any reason to. Or…did he?
“What is it?”
He turned to face me.
“What is what?”
“You’re glaring at her enough to shoot daggers.”
“Well, she ruined our moment.Again. She did this two days ago too when she said she had to go to the bathroom. I think she’s doing it intentionally.”
“I am not. I do have to go to the bathroom. I’ve been chained up for over twelve hours. Maybe ifyouwere in chains, you’d know how it felt.”
“I’ve been in chains before. For weeks straight. You think you have it so hard?”
“Hey.” I cleaned myself up, glaring between the two of them. “You are not children. You do not bicker like ones. Slave, let her out, and then go start breakfast. We have a busy schedule ahead of us. Weakling, make it fast. Today, I’ll leave you free while we’re out. If you’re good, maybe I’ll leave you out more often. But if you’re not here when we return, or I see you’ve gotten into stuff you shouldn’t…I think you know what’s going to happen.”
A shade of color dropped from her face. Whether it was because my slave approached her or it was my words, I wasn’t sure. She looked as if she feared him, and I liked that even more. If she was afraid, she wasn’t ogling what wasn’t hers.
“Thank you, Mistress. I’ll be good. I promise.”
With that, she raced to the bathroom. Mark wanted to come back to the bed, but ultimately headed for the kitchen at my look. I was just sliding my sleep shorts back on when a knock had my head whipping in the direction. I grabbed my robe, wrapping it around me as I headed for the front door. My slave was already there waiting for my approval to answer it. I held up my palm, looking through the peephole before stepping back and nodding to him. When he opened the barrier, Main Master Elec stood there in his dark suit with his hands crossed over his chest.
“Eighty-eight.”
He took in my slave, moving his attention to me as he walked in. He was followed by a blond man in the standard black uniform, and two others who were oddly older than the one I knew as the High Leader. He ran the guard, but he had to be in his early-to-mid twenties where the other guards were pushing close to my age.
“Mistress.” Elec clasped his hands in front of him, still eyeing up my slave, cautiously. “We’re wrapping up the investigation into your accusations. The board has gone over the video evidence and are in favor of your claims. Official charges will be filed shortly. Your choice of execution is needed. If you’d like to attend, you’re free to do so.”
“Execution?”
The word would barely leave me.
“That’s correct. The board and I have decided an assault to this magnitude on another Mistress or Master, even by another on their level, is punishable by death. It’s the only way to set the example from early on. If you’ll tell my High Leader, Nineteen, how you’d like Master seventy-one executed,” he gestured to the younger blond, “we will be happy to take care of it for you.”
“I…Well.” I closed my mouth trying to push away any guilt. The son of a bitch had beaten the crap out of me while others watched or turned their backs. He knew my identity as an actress and Mistress, and he’d tried to rape me right there by the fucking street to put me in my place for being a bitch to him. Hadn’t he said as much? It was humiliating having no one help me. Terrifying to think they’d do more than watch, and join in. Had I not been trained to defend myself, I might not have been so lucky. “What are my options?”
“Can I do it?”
We all turned to my slave as he stepped forward. Slave. Not Mark…eighty-eight, like Elec had called him. Why had I not thought to name him that before?
