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She must have some idea of what her calling me that does to me. If not, she’s about to find out. Athelia doesn’t want to be in control? Well, I do, and I’m about to put her body to good use.
When Athelia comes, she screams my name so loudly it echoes through the forest. I only work her clit harder, sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue.
“Kellan! Oh my god, it’s too much.” Athelia tries to push my head away.
I slap her thigh, not giving her a moment of reprieve. She squirms uncomfortably, sobbing into the night air.
“Master,” she whimpers. “Please.”
Finally, I let up on her clit. Athelia slumps onto the table with a groan.
“Uh uh,” I say. “You don’t get a break.”
She cries out in surprise as I yank her off the table and shove her to the ground. Once she’s on her hands and knees, I get behind her and drag the tip of my cock through her wet pussy.
“Touch your clit,” I tell her, needing to feel her come on my dick. “That’s it. Such a good slut. Now don’t stop until I tell you to.”
She’s an obedient little thing. As I plunge into her, forcing a cry from her lips, she works her finger in between her legs furiously. The harder I go, the more she clamps down on my cock.
Grabbing her hair, I shove her downward until her ass is in the air and I’m forcing her face into the cold, damp dirt. I move her head to the left and then the right, smearing her cheek into the mud. She fights it, but compared to her, I’m a giant. She’s not nearly strong enough.
“You signed up for this,” I remind her. “This is where you belong. You’re nothing but a filthy slut. You should feel at home covered in dirt.”
The whole time, I don’t stop pounding into her. She’s sniffling and crying, and her makeup is a fucking mess, but she’s close. I can feel it.
“Kellan,” she chokes out.
“That’s it, my little whore. Come on your master’s cock.”
Athelia does so beautifully. Her cries fill the air as she reaches her climax. I grab her free arm and pin it behind her back, fucking her harder, deeper. She takes it all as she rides through the waves of her orgasm.
As her cries start to quiet and her grip on my dick loosens, I pull out and flip her onto her back. Her expression is dazed, but she smiles up at me tiredly as I shove her legs apart and thrust into her. When she reaches down to touch her clit, I bat her hand away.
“No. You’re done.”
“But Kellan—”
I take both her hands and pin them above her head. “You’re mine, Athelia, remember? You do what I say, and right now, you’re going to lie there and take my cock like the obedient toy I know you can be.”
She groans.
“When you’re with me, you don’t come without my permission. You don’t comeat allif I don’t give you the go-ahead. Understood?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, master.”
“Now open your mouth.” When she does, I spit into it, watching her throat as she swallows. “That’s a good fucking girl.” I release her wrists, knowing she won’t dare move them, and pat her head like she’s a dog.
Humiliation burns in Athelia’s eyes. She tries to turn her head away in shame, but I grip her jaw and force her to look at me. Her skin is covered in mud and smeared mascara, and in the dying light, she couldn’t look more beautiful.
She’s a mess, but it’s becauseImade her that way. Because I can do whatever I want to her, no matter how dark or unhinged it is.
“Tell me you belong to me,” I grit out as I feel myself getting close.
“I’m yours,” Athelia moans. “You’re my master, and I’m your toy. I belong to you.”
