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“Mistress, please. Mistress,” I sobbed. “I’m a good slave.I’ve been good. Please. I won’t make a sound. I’ll stay in the closet.”
I could barely talk I was sobbing so hard. And fighting. My body felt demonic at the way I was twisting it around trying to break free. Hair tore free from my scalp, and I took the pain, content to bear it if it meant I didn’t die. But she wasn’t listening to me. He was though.
My eyes met his in the reflection and the slave’s smirk nearly stopped my pulse.
“Please, no. Please. I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry!”
“I’m not.”
“Ophelia.”
My body went limp. I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t even speak. Not that it mattered.
The small knife he held came from nowhere. I hadn’t even known he held it until I saw the reflection of him stabbing it towards my neck. Even paralyzed, my mouth somehow flew open from the excruciating pain, and I knew this was it. There was nothing left for me to do but die. I didn’t even recognize the girl who was rigid now in the slave’s hold as he kept the blade inside her and stared at us. Blood was beginning to pour from my wound, and the slave wanted me to see what my mistake had cost me. We turned, and colors began to blur as the sharp object ripped through my skin and I watched my blood pour down on my Mistress like her own personal faucet.
Mistress B-0003
Laughter. Giggling. I wasn’t even sure which was coming out of me as warmth splattered against my skin. Both? God, I couldn’t stop the bubbling of madness that was leaving me. No matter how many times I’d fantasized about something like this, a part of me never saw it happening. Not really. Not like this. I wasn’t even sure how I’d react if it everdidhappen. Dreaming and seeing were two different things. When I witnessed my slave crushing that man’s face in, stomping it to pieces—the pure consumption overtaking him was…glorious. Fascinatingly disturbing and invigorating. He’d done that for me. He was devoted…to me.And now this. Her.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you’re happy.”
My slave picked up her arm, stabbing into her wrist, working the blade up towards the bend of her elbow. Where I was new to this, it was as if Mark knew exactly what to do to get the most out of making me happy. Blood ran a stream, splashing against my stomach, and when it began to slow, he shifted the corpse of the weakling, tearing the flesh open on her other arm. I stayed in that orgasmic oblivion knowing nothing but the texture of what I was covered in as he gave me my time. Watching. Enjoying as I rubbed the blood into my face and neck.
Everything in my slave’s eyes added to the experience and comfort I felt. He enjoyed this. Almost seemed to need it just as much as me. More sticky warmth gushed down as he tore his hand down the length of her chest and stomach. I laughed, rolling in the wetness as my hair swirled around my neck at the spin. I felt young again. A child who was just given everything she’d ever asked for. Mark laughed, shaking the body to empty it of what was left. More, I rubbed, even massaged the blood in, basking as I kept my lids closed. The strong smell built with every second that went by. I could even taste it through my breaths. It was taking over every part of me as I invited it through my light laughter and lick of my lips.
Footsteps brought my eyes open in time to see Mark toss the dead girl off to the side. The thud reverberated in my very soul, making me giggle even harder. I reached for him, not able to stop from pulling him down in the warm substance soaking me. His hands slid over my wet cheeks, and he met my mouth, picking me up to spin me on top of him as he slid against the bottom of the tub. It was too slippery, and he ended up on his back making him laugh just as hard as me. We were insane in our moment. Completely gone from not just rationality, but reality as a whole. All we saw was each other, covered in our coupled sins.
“Did you hear me, Mistress?” His mouth ravaged mine as fingers twisted in my dripping hair. The strong taste of iron and metallics grew, feeding me to kiss him harder.
“You’re everything to me. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Exquisite. Me and you.”
“Me and you,” I repeated, bringing my tongue back to duel with his, and basking in my high. I rubbed my hands down over my jaw and throat, turning to curl into my slave as more insane laughter broke through. We barely fit in the tub together, and I was more on top of him, resting on the blood of a weak slave girl, and a dead, rich, prick Master. There was satisfaction in that as well. Revenge and fantasies never tasted so sweet. I could get used to this. I could stay here forever if I wanted. With this.With him.
Fingers fitted over mine, leading my hand to squeeze into my breast. I was flipped on my back over him while he took his time rubbing in the blood. When he got to my lower stomach, my eyes rolled, and my legs spread to fit on the sides of the tub.
“I was made for you.” He nuzzled into my neck, dipping down to rub over my slit. “We were made for each other. Next time we don’t wait so long for this part.”
He continued to touch me as my heart thudded like a racehorse in my chest. There were so many thoughts rolling through, but none were sticking around long enough to tempt me into deciphering them. Maybe he was right. To me, I had chosen the perfect slave. From looks to pedigree. Perhaps even his temperament. He was obedient, but the part that didn’t always listen was growing on me. It even turned me on with him taking me when I somehow needed it.
Minutes went by. Longer, an eternity, as the blood began to clot and dry. I lifted long enough to turn on the water. It didn’t matter that he was still wearing clothes. Red splashed and swirled as the tub began to fill. Still, he touched me, teasing my nipple and rubbing over my pussy. I was so worked up, but I wasn’t ready to start the night off with that just yet. I sat up, turning off the water when it was full. I barely had the strength to move. Shock. It played a big role in my behavior, but I welcomed it knowing in time it would become easier. I just had to keep going. My slave did good today, and he needed to see that.
“Mark, take this off. Tonight is special. Tonight belongs to you. But only tonight.”
Light green eyes opened wide at his name. He didn’t speak. Maybe he knew better as I helped him undress. Awe was etched in his features as he never once broke his attention from me. When we finally had him nude, we moved to the shower to wash out our hair. We were just as close inside, never separating more than a foot. I could tell he was exhausted but I was far from done.
“Stay undressed and climb in bed.”
“Yes.” He stopped, his expression growing contemplative. “Since this is special, can I call you Charlotte?”
I gave him a stern look showing him I wasn’t happy, but I nodded as I wrapped the robe around me and grabbed my Mistress phone. “Only tonight. Maybe never again. And if you call me that any time but now, you will be insomuch trouble.”
“Then I’m going to say it as much as I can tonight, Charlotte.”
Ringing sounded, and my slave smiled as he slapped my ass and jumped in the bed. I growled, stopping as a voice came over the other end. I randomly ordered out, but tonight we were celebrating.
“Operator.”
“This is Mistress B-Three in room fourteen-twelve. I have a body pick up. I also need two steaks, sides of potatoes, some carrots, and any cake you have. Or pie. Give me both if they’re available.”
