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“Mistress.” Again, my fists drew in. She winced but brought her palm over the head of my cock, using my precum to lead her rolling back on my length perfectly. She tilted her head back into the stream, letting soap pour down her skin as it raced for the drain. I kept my hands in place, using them to help clear out the suds. Even when they were gone, I couldn’t let go. She was stroking me fast, using both of her hands to hold me.
“Don’t. Move.” She lowered, looking up at me as she got to her knees and brought the tip of my cock to her mouth. The first swirl of her tongue had my toes curling in. I sucked in a breath, holding it as her lips encased the head. Sensations of all degrees sent everything from ecstasy to electrical zaps through my entire being. I held her tightly, moaning as she opened bigger and began inching me into her mouth.
“Fuck.” Warmth. Suction. “Mistress, yes. Fuck.”
With her hand, she stroked, moving her mouth up and down. Her tongue molded to the underside of my cock, and each withdrawal was magic all its own. Deeper she went. Faster. Just when I was about to tell her she needed to stop, she did, but only to lift my cock and began sucking on my balls. My eyes flew open, rolling through the pleasure. I almost came. I sure as fuck wanted to, but I craved to be inside her for that. I wanted her pussy. Needed the wet heat around me.
“I want to kiss you. Mistress.” I was already using my grip on her hair to pull her to stand. She didn’t like it, but she wasn’t fighting or yelling at me either. “Mistress, I’m asking your permission. I’m…begging you.” Still, I drew her closer with my hold. Our lips were only an inch apart. Less?
“No.”
She grabbed one of my wrists waiting until I finally let go.
My cock throbbed. Precum dripped from me in a steady stream. God, she was going to kill me and not even in the literal sense.
“Sit.”
She pointed to the bench, following as I obeyed. Her leg lifted over mine, resting on the seat next to me. That was all she needed to do to have me grabbing her ass and pulling her pussy into my face. I sucked to her folds, right over her clit. Fingers held to my short hair, and I took my time tracing her slit and teasing her by pushing my tongue into her entrance.
Repeatedly, my cock jerked as she moaned through her rocking. I let go of one side of her ass, moving up her inner thigh until my finger traced a circle around her opening. I waited for some sort of sign she wanted more. When she sank down on my digit, I didn’t hold back. Tightness enveloped my long length and I moved at a slow pace as I began fucking her with my finger.
“Slave.” She sucked in a deep breath as I added another, stretching her even more. “Slow.” I obeyed. “There. Yes.”
Adding more suction over her clit, I listened as her deep sounds turned to whimpers. I let go flicking over the sensitive nerves, adding to her blissful burn as I moved in leisurely circles around the bud.
“Fuck. Slave. Slave.” More intakes until Charlotte pulled back and cupped her hands over my cheeks. Her lips crushed into mine and she pushed me back to straddle my waist. With my arm I held tightly at her lower back. With my other hand, I grabbed onto my cock bringing her down on me to push into her entrance. I wasn’t sure who moaned louder as I began to inch inside of her. She moved up. Down. Up. Down. I was halfway inside when she bit against my lip and sank down the rest of the way. My arms tightened as I held her still.
There was no fucking way I was going to ruin this the first time. No fucking way I’d come and make her regret going this far.
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Had I thought the other slave completely ruined his chances with the Mistress? Maybe after the yelling and crying, I had secretly hoped, but that hadn’t been the case at all. At least not for long. It couldn’t be from what I was pretty sure was happening behind that closed door.
“Yes. God, yes.”
The slapping sounds of skin pretty much told me whatever he was doing was good. How many times had the Mistress said ‘more’? I tried covering my ears. It hadn’t helped. She’d repeated that word more than I wanted to think about. How long had they been in there anyway? Thirty minutes? An hour? There’d probably be no hot water for me.
“Faster. Faster. Just like that.”
“Ugh. Enough,” I ground out, trying to turn on my other side.
But it wasn’t enough for them. Minutes kept passing until both of them gasped and moaned and probably had the best orgasms of their lives. It sounded like it anyway. Me? Nope, not me. I was just an untouched virgin and would die that way. Go figure. Maybe it was for the best. What else would it be? Me, being rescued and ravaged by the insanely hot newly tattooed God? Yeah right. He was so glued up the Mistress’s ass, that would never happen. Not that I cared. I didn’t want to have sex with him, or anyone. Maybe that was the only blessing I got out of this entire mess.
The water turned off, and I pulled the blanket over my head, only to rip it down. I couldn’t pretend to sleep, I had to pee. I needed to shower. I wanted some food. The Mistress had come back to give me a sandwich for lunch, but she disappeared again after that. Would she forget to feed me? Maybe she just didn’t want to.
Mumbled words buffered from behind the door. When it finally opened, the Mistress swept right past me. She went into the closet, returning with new clothes.
“You have half an hour to eat, shower, and do what you want. First, your blood.”
Dammit. Had I thought she’d forgotten about that part. My finger squeezed into the chain that held the shackle and I held out my free arm as her pet took the knife. As he came forward, I took in the tattoo that covered from just behind his chin, all the way to his collar bones. He even had CW on his face just under and off to the side of his right eye. I’d never cared for tattoos or this look, but on him it actually appealed. It was a little scary and hadn’t that been the point?
Darkness? Hands? I squinted as I took in what was clearly swirls of fog at the top. Below it, halfway down his neck were the hands of souls reaching upward towards his face. Details tattooed emerged between the ghostly bodies of what looked like tombstones in the background. They were crying out or…screaming? Scary, yes. I wasn’t sure I liked it after all.
Pressure gripped my arm and pain exploded causing me to jump from the already building anxiety.
“Watch it, slave, that was deep. I’m not ready for you to kill her yet.”
The Mistress bent down to look, but I didn’t see her. I couldn’t even consider what she’d meant by that. The slave wasn’t speaking or even listening to her. He was glaring inches from my face. More fear. Lots of it. It took me over as his warning came through clearer than if he’d spoken the words to my face. He didn’t like my disregard of his Mistress’s pain. He didn’t like me enjoying their fighting, and now he was showing me that. But it was worse. It was acknowledgement that he knew where I stood, and it wasn’t with them. This was a death threat to the core.
