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“How can I be good with the oil? You know how it makes me. You’re a cruel Master.”
“Bet your ass I am, but I don’t care. I’m so fucking hot for you. You’re going to be hot for me too. While we’re there, you’re going to be thinking about me sucking and fucking this pussy.” His thrust increased, bringing me higher and higher with every slam he made into me.
“But I won’t be able to focus.”
“You will because I say you will. Listen to me. You’re going to be better than her, aren’t you Clara? Prettier. Nicer. You have that aura. You project the royalty you are, and you’re going to do that during lunch, aren’t you? You’ll make me look good. Together, we’ll be better than everyone. A powerful Master and his obedient, gorgeous, perfect slave. Sort of like a First Lady or queen. That’s you.”
My head lifted as I arched even more.
“I want to hear you agree.” His hand locked painfully around the back of my neck, forcing me down. “Say you’re going to be good. You have one chance to prove it to me. If you ruin this, you’ll never leave this apartment again.”
“I’m better than good. I am Bordelli.”
His fingers slid to my hair, tightening the curls in his fist until I was crying out. “Don’t twist my words and pretend not to know what I mean. You are good, but you’ll behave good as well.”
“I’ll be good. I’ll…”
Pulling me to sit up, he barred his hold over my waist so that he was buried in me. With his arm locked to my throat, his forearm stayed pressed between my breasts. I was right there as he held me still. My orgasm was on the brink while he kept me waiting with the pulsing of his fingers on my neck. It was a threat. A wish.
“Say it all together. I’ll be on my best behavior, Master.”
“I’ll be…” my mouth shot open as his other arm lifted and he began teasing the sensitive nerves, rubbing over the top of my slit. Slow. More. Faster. I could feel his cock jerk inside. Feel how close he was as I clutched around him. “I’ll be on my best behavior, Master. I’ll be perfect. Good.Please.”
He pushed my head back to the bed, holding it down as he pounded into me. I screamed, not able to move as he fucked me to the point where I could barely catch my breath. It didn’t help when his palm exploded over my ass and thighs, repeatedly. When he pulled out, I felt warmth from his cum shoot all over the throbbing flesh. My weight fell to the side, only for him to catch me and ease me to my stomach as he climbed off.
“Pitiful, slave. You’ll learn to hang. If not, I guess I can always trade you in for a d2.”
Master B-1212
“Oh, so close. Here, like this. Let me show you.”
Emerald eyes narrowed at the next table, disappearing under aggravated lids, only to relax, focus…and repeat. She was working so hard on folding the napkin into a boat like slave d1, but she wasn’t having much luck. Seeing the two girls talk and spend time together shouldn’t have amused me as much as it did, but my slave was a spitfire. She was loud, bratty, and very much didn’t want to give credit where it was due. But she was caring, observant, and deep down under all that fire, strong. She’d been bred to lead her group by marrying into their main line. By calling her a bad slave, I knew she would want to prove she wasn’t. It was the oldest trick in the book, and she’d fallen for it. That went to show how gullible she was. How pure and innocent. There was something special about that that I liked.
“I had no idea I’d see you down here. Have you been part of this life for long?”
George Fredricks laughed. “No, not long at all. I’d been accepted into Whitlock shortly before it fell. I never even got to attend an auction because of how that went down. It was pretty wild, but then I suddenly got a call to meet about this place. I jumped at the opportunity. I mean,” he gestured to the women. “We can’t have this life up there. Not that what I do is all that bad, it’s just…no one understands us like our slaves. It’s nice to have this environment to escape to.”
I found myself nodding for reasons I wouldn’t have understood yesterday. Ones I was still trying to process right now as I took in Clara’s flushed cheeks. Never in a million years had I ever imagined drugging anyone, yet here I was, keeping my slave oiled up for my convenience. Not that I planned to do that all the time like other Masters, but I was already seeing a difference in myself, and it was happening fast.
“I’m glad you invited us to lunch. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get my slave to behave well enough out in public, but I was wrong. She’s learning quickly. Having a friend for her could be a good thing. Especially when we’re gone. I mean, Elec told me earlier the slaves just live here, as we do up there. They can order their groceries to be delivered or pick them up themselves. They can shop, go to movies. They live their lives here and just wait for us to return. I feel better leaving, knowing she has a friend.”
“Exactly. I feel the same. It’s good for them to have someone to rely on when we’re away. Say, how long will you be staying?”
I shrugged, my lips twisting. “Until Elec and my father decide I’ve accepted who I am. I have no idea how long that could take. I sure as hell haven’t held back so it’s not like I’m not trying to embrace this. I am doing a lot better than I thought I would, that’s for damn sure.”
A smile tugged at my lips as Clara’s eyes shot open and she laughed, holding up her boat from the next table so I could see. Excitement, it was clear as her stare stayed on me and she licked her lips. She shifted in her seat, tearing her gaze from mine as she went back to talking. Had she not been on the oil, I wasn’t sure how she’d behave. Fine, was my guess, but it was debatable. I didn’t like that. She needed to accept this without having to be calmed. Hadn’t Elec said most slaves had been here for months. Acceptance wouldn’t be hard if she felt safe. The need to not be able to escape was already programmed in. Out here, there was even more freedom. That had to count for something.
“Maybe you’ll be here only another week or two until the drama up there fades.”
“You heard about that?”
At my deepening tone, he shrugged. “I’m afraid with my job, I’m brought in for a lot of things, especially concerning politics. Most take care of business while I go through our appointments. It’s not like a doctor’s office where they come to me. I fit into their lives. I see and hear a lot.”
“I bet you do. I didn’t kill her,” I assured. “Porsha popped pills. She was an addict and depressed. She was in a bad place long before she got to the point of suicide. I just…I was with her two nights before she took her life, and there was evidence of that.”
“Bruising.A lot.Just like with your slave.” He paused. “I saw the morning of the auction. Your father brought me in as a precaution to look at the autopsy pictures to see what I thought.”
“Fuck. Of course he did.”
