AllFreeNovel
Share Us
This wasn’t happening.
Keep going.
Don’t stop.
“Fuck yes. God. Faster. Fuck.” He pushed his feet into the bed, lifting his head as he took control and began to thrust even harder. The speed and shift had me falling forward to lean myself right over his face. Suction had me screaming into the ballgag, and his arm became crushing around my waist as he locked around me, forcing himself as deep as he could go. Pounding became overwhelming as he latched to my nipple, sucking hard. The Master went crazy, making sounds against me. Not letting go as I tried to wiggle or break the suction to his mouth with my finger. A good minute went by before he grabbed my digit, nearly breaking it. “You have such beautiful screams. Don’t try to stop me from taking what’s mine. Last and only warning, wife. If I start snapping bones, it’s usually hard for me to stop.”
He spun me to my back, and his palm flattened over my nose and the ballgag. The pressure was crushing, instantly bruising my lips. Savagely he used his weight against me, pounding so hard it hurt. Air was scarce, making my head shake back and forth. Just when my anxiety was on the verge of exploding, he let go, slapping my cheek so hard my face jerked to the side. Colors blurred, and I didn’t have time to process what was happening. Without want or warning, my body spasmed at the pain, and I screamed through the orgasm that left me tightening around his cock. My legs kept jerking and my hips arched, but my eyes never left the shock or surprise in my Master’s gaze. He hadn’t expected that…and neither had I.
Master B-0999
Buyer’s remorse. Is that what I had? Embarrassment at what had happened? Was that the ping that had slammed into me when I had the best fucking orgasm of my life? Nothing made sense as I watched my slave alternate an icepack from her cheek to her thinly clad breast. She wore one of my undershirts and the damn thing was already getting soaking wet with milk.
I should have had her fastened to the wall like a room decoration. Instead, I had filled a washcloth up with ice as if I gave a shit that she was in pain. Which I didn’t. I just…I wasn’t sure. Nothing was resting easily in my head. She was a mother. So fucking what. She was in pain. Even better. But she’d been all that and still come on my cock when she should have been crying worse than the others. Begging me to stop. Laura hadn’t. Not once yet. There was no disgust I could detect. No…revulsion to anything about me. Hell, I could be wrong, but the moment she looked down at my body, she had been surprised. It even appeared as if she liked it when she climbed on top.Liked me?
Women hated me just as much as I hated them. They didn’t have fondness or appeal as they took me in. Not even the real Laura had been in love with me. She’d been a drunk, college fling that happened to stick around for a few kinky weeks…until she got pregnant. After the shock, I was even a little happy. Giddy for the first time in my life, but I quickly discovered I wasn’t the only one she’d been with. Any hope or happiness was shattered in that moment, showing me a reality I couldn’t escape. She tried to seduce me. I let her. Then…I killed her in the heat of my hate fueled passion. Instead of giving me a child, she gave me something that would equally last as long. The best fucking kill ever…except…when I let my mind go to the possibilities that it might have been mine, I was torn. Battling parts of me I couldn’t begin to understand. It didn’t matter. The truth was, women were all the same, and I’d never matter to any of them. If they didn’t want something, they turned up their nose to me. Money was what they liked; it wasn’t the man they wanted it from. They didn’t laugh at my jokes or smile when I walked into a room. Only a few had even really given my true self a chance, but that hadn’t lasted long when my mother forced her way in like she always did. They sure as fuck didn’t come on my cockand like it.This Laura did. Did she want it again, like me?
Swallowing, I could still taste the breastmilk. I could smell it when I breathed in. It was wrong on so many levels, but it drove me for more. It drove me right to her.
“Better?”
“A little.” Her eyes lowered, only to come back up to me. One was slightly puffy from where I’d gotten her cheek, but I didn’t think her undereye would hold much color. I could have hit her so much harder. “Are you hungry? I’m afraid I’m feeling a little lightheaded. I was too nervous to eat dinner. I can make us something if you’d like.”
Still, I studied her. Maybe the women I’d been surrounded by were different. They’d never think to make me food. They’d want some expensive meal. Me…catering to them. Spending my money onthem.
“I’m fine. What do you want to eat?”
“If you have bread or crackers, that should hold me over until the morning. Nothing big. I just need something in my stomach to settle it down.” A shy smile had me blinking through how beautiful she suddenly appeared, tousled from our encounter. Her hair was still shiny but wild. Her bruising face was gentle and calm. With her holding an icepack to her breast…how the fuck was that attractive? Her breasts were nice, hell yes, but they were full of milk from another child. No…my child. My dead child.
I smiled at the thought. “Don’t be ridiculous, wife. I’ll order you a real meal. It shouldn’t take them long to deliver. What would you like?”
“Oh…I’d hate for you to go through the trouble. It would be wasteful. Besides, I don’t think I could eat much with how painful this is.”
“Don’t worry about that. You must be strong for the new baby. What do you feel like? They can make anything here.”
Seconds went by, and she lowered the icepack to the small table off to the side of the kitchen. I waited for her true colors to show and for her to say some fancy cut of steak or some four-course meal.
“I think I can try to eat some soup or a sandwich or something.”
I paused, not able to stop myself from reading every micro expression on her face. She was serious, and I hadn’t expected something so simple or cheap. Hell, I had that in this very room.For me. I’d meant it to hold me over while I was playing my game. It reminded me of where I’d come from. Of how I’d survived before I got all my money. My teeth bit into each other, and anger came at the added confliction.
“You’ll have both.”
I didn’t look at her as I turned and headed to the counter where I’d left the phone when I got here. I never expected to use it for anything other than a pickup, but I was quickly finding out I might be wrong. Why had I never thought to plan out this part? Two years, and the only thing I’d thought through was the torture and sex. Was I really ordering her food? Any other slave would have lived off exactly what she asked for: bread. Laura was different though. She wasn’t any other slave. She was my wife in this role. She was the Laura who wasn’t a slut. The Laura who was pregnant with my child and no one else’s. This Laura would be perfect, and she wouldn’t hurt me…until it was time for her to. And then, death.
My cock reacted, but not at envisioning pounding into her face. I saw her eyes as she came. I saw her pleasure.
Wife. Wife. Me, married? Never. But…if this Laura was my wife. My real one…
My head shook, trying to dispel the quick flash of images that came. If she were, which she would never be, but if she was, and we were truly trying to have a child, I’d feed her the best. I’d cater to her. Put her above anyone. But that could never happen, but still, this was a fantasy, and I had every intention of letting it play out.
Grabbing the paper, I took in the numbers. Maybe I was a little hungry too. Wouldn’t I need energy for after we ate? Yes. My cock grew harder, pressing into the loose pajama bottoms I wore. The concern faded, and I was back to tasting the milk. Back to coming deep inside of her and spreading her pussy wide so I could watch it seep free. She had liked that as much as I had. Maybe next time I’d use my tongue instead of my finger to push the cum back inside.
The mania crept back in, and I barely heard the female voice that came over the speaker.
“May I help you? Master? I see I’m connected with Master nine-hundred-ninety-nine’s room. Sir, may I be of assistance?”
“Yes. I…uh…” I glanced back at the slave, feeling that ping in the pit of my stomach again. “I need to make a food order.”
