Master Over You

by Cerys du Lys

"Noah," she says, growling into my throat, sucking. "You are being bad."

  "If you don't fucking hurry and make me cum fast, I'm going to be more than bad, you crazy bitch."

  Angeline does work. She is seriously fucking powerful. I thought we were serious before, but now we're super serious. What the fuck comes after super serious? Ultra serious? We are getting somewhere really fucking fast is what's going on here. This isn't some fucking leisure trip where we view the scenery. I can't even see the fucking scenery, that's how fast we're going. It's all a fucking blur.

  I'm done. This is over. I feel her clenching my shaft with her vice grip perfect pussy while slamming down hard onto me. This condom is going to fucking explode, that's how full it's getting. She just keeps going. Going. And going. Those battery commercials? Yeah, not even fucking close. Angeline would kick the shit out of that stupid rabbit.

  I don't even know what the fuck happens but apparently we're done now and she's laying on me, ragged and dead, breathing fast. I'm just laying there, ragged and dead, breathing fast, too. My cock is softening, because it's a fucking pussy. I mean that in a derogatory way, but I appreciate all women's vaginas, so please don't get upset, ladies.

  I appreciate Angeline's more, though. Sorry. If you have a problem with that, fuck off.

  She's teasing and licking at my throat again. I don't think I'm bleeding anymore, but how the fuck should I know. Before I know it, she lifts herself off of me. I try to pull her back on me, because, fuck, I don't want to be done yet.

  I'm done, but I don't fucking want to be done. Let's go again. It's only been like ten times in the past couple of days, love. Let's make it twenty?

  She slides down my body and peels the condom off, then flings it into the trash. Angeline doesn't fuck around. This isn't careful and considerate, it's raw and real and rough. She kisses lightly at the head of my cock, then looks like she's going to start salivating or some shit. I stare at her. I want to stare at her forever.

  Her eyes aren't dead, they're fucking vibrant and beautiful. I love the fuck out of her.

  She opens her mouth and wraps her lips around my half-erect cock. I'm not getting an erection any time soon, sadly. I wish I fucking could, but this is something like the third time today that we've had sex, and it's not even afternoon yet. I need a sandwich or something. I need food. I don't have the energy to continue like this.

  That's fine. Angeline doesn't care. She cleans my cock with her lips and her mouth and her tongue. I could seriously get used to this. I want to get used to it. Let's just do this every day, twice a day, maybe four times. Let's do this forever. Screw slave training, let's move into the porn star market.

  That wouldn't work. I don't want anyone else to see her naked but me. If you see her naked, you're going to be dead two seconds later. Probably won't get a lot of repeat customers like that if we change our business. Oh well.

  When she's done, she crawls up my body. Her lips are slick with my seed, along with a faint tinge of my blood on the corner of her mouth. She's smiling. This is really fucking dangerous. When Angeline smiles, the entire world should run the fuck away, because something bad is about to happen.

  "Kiss me," she says.

  I don't really have a fucking choice, now do I? First off, she doesn't give me one, because she's already kissing me. Second, I don't even fucking care. She was nice enough to give my cock a tongue bath, so the least I can do for the bitch is kiss her.

  We kiss. I roll on top of her and pin her to the bed and keep kissing her. She drags her hands towards my back and digs her fingernails in, drawing sharp angel wings into my flesh. These aren't artistic and soft, it's rough and real; red lines clawed across my back like I'm broken and fallen.

  I lied before. I thought I needed food before I could keep going, but I don't. I'm hard and ready and I slam my cock back into her.

  Her eyes go wide and she looks like she's on the verge of panic all of a sudden. I grin and I just kiss her softly. Don't fucking worry, love, I got this.

  "Noah," she says. "Condom."

  I shake my head, no. "I promise I won't hurt you, love. Trust me?"

  "You will not?" she asks. She sounds so fucking innocent and pristine, even for a crazy bitch who was just drinking my blood and cleaning my cock with her tongue. I don't know how she does it.

  "Nope. Promise."

  "I do like it," she says, tentative.

  I pull out, then push back in. This is slow. We're going slow. I'm going to savor this. I'm not going to hurt her.

  "I fucking love your cunt, love. I love the feel of it. You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?"

  "Be nice," she says.

  I smile and kiss her softly. "I really love you," I say. Because I'm not a complete fucking asshole, I add, "I love you, Mistress Angeline."

  "Mistress?" she asks. Her eyes fucking sparkle; they're beautiful and I want to lose myself in them.

  "You like that?" I ask.

  "I like you," she says.

  "That's it, love? You just like me?"

  This entire time is fucking sweet and sensual, borderline chaste. I don't have sweet and sensual sex, alright? I don't fucking do that, but for Angeline, I'll do that. Also, I should be wearing a condom. She gets scared of that. I'm going to be super fucking careful, though. I know this is wrong, but it feels so fucking right. Why stop now?

  "I love you, Noah," she says. "You love me, too?"

  "Fuck, I love you."

  "How much?" she asks. "How long?"

  "For fucking ever," I say. "For always, for eternity, and more."

  "Me too," she says, bright and brilliant. Her smile is glorious. "I love you for forever and for always and for eternity and more, too."

  "I know," I say, smiling back at her.

  "Please do not hurt me, Noah."

  I don't. We make love. This is real. Fuck you if you think I can't make love. I can do whatever the fuck I want to do. We make love and I'm closing in fast. Without a condom, it's just too fucking much. I already told you her pussy is perfect. I'm gone. In bliss. I pull out and stop myself.

  I don't know what the fuck to do now. I've never done this before. I feel like I'm lost, like somehow I just became a virgin again. Strange as fuck, that's what this is. Do I get a condom or jerk off or what?

  Angeline makes the decision for me. She pushes me lightly and I go with it, rolling to the side. Then she hops on top of me, her pussy grinding near my belly button. She slides over my stomach like that, back and forth, gently rocking. Reaching behind her, she grabs my cock and starts to stroke me.

  It doesn't take long. I was really fucking close. Maybe too close. I need to be careful. She'll fucking kill me.

  I grunt and watch her beautiful fucking pussy lips gliding across my stomach. It's mesmerizing, like a goddamn fucking sexual lava lamp. I stare at her and I cum at her command. She just keeps stroking me, stroking. I think maybe I could get hard again like this, but eventually she stops.

  We clean up. I'd like to say this part is boring and regular, but it's not. We drag ourselves to her bathroom and take a shower and play. I remember the week after I saved her when we would go down to the lake in the middle of the woods every day and go swimming. We didn't have bathing suits, and no real need for one since it was just us, so we'd strip down and jump in the water and play around. She laughed then. We splashed around and wrestled and played in the water.

  A couple of times she had this odd fascination with my cock and how easily I became erect when I saw her naked. I don't know what the fuck to tell you except that I just can't fucking control myself around her. She's gorgeous. I love her. I don't know why the fuck it took me so long to realize it. Why did she have to go through all of that bad shit for me to see how fucking beautiful she is? Who fucking knows? I sure don't.

  This is like that, but we're adults now. We play in her shower, splashing and teasing each other. It's like we're some regular couple having fun instead of two twisted and fucked up individuals who kidnap people,
train them to become slaves, and then sell them. We are, though. We're fucked up.

  "I'm sorry," I say suddenly. I can't fucking stop myself, because I am. I'm sorry. "I'm sorry I left you."

  "Did you miss me?" she asks. "I missed you when you left, Noah. Did you miss me, too?"

  "Yeah," I say. "I should've come back, but I didn't know how. I'm fucked up, Angeline."

  "Shh," she says. "You are here now."

  I'm here because she kidnapped me. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her. I always wanted to go back, to find her, but over time it just seemed impossible. How the fuck could I explain that? I couldn't. I still don't know how. I hope she realizes it, though. I hope she understands.

  I would seriously do anything for her. I did as much as I could. I did what I thought needed to be done. Is she safe? I'll keep her safe. If you even fucking look at her wrong, I'll slit your goddamn throat and bleed you dry. Don't even fucking think about it.

  We clean up and put on pajamas and hurry back to bed. I seriously don't know why the fuck I get stuck with the pink shit while she gets blue. This is backwards as fuck. She likes the blue, though. I need to get my own pajamas.

  "I am hungry," she says. We're under the covers now, huddled together, cuddling.

  "You want some food?" I ask.

  "Yes. Will you get it? I will tell them to make it, but will you get it and bring it here?"

  "Yeah, of course, love," I say.

  "Do not let them in, though," she says, very seriously. "Only you can come in."

  I nod. She has something against anyone coming into her bedroom. No one's been here but me. Even when we were both in huge fucking pain a couple of days ago and could barely get out of bed, she wouldn't let anyone in here. Not to bring food, nothing. She paged them over some intercom thing and they brought the food to the middle of the salon room leading into this one, then she had me go get it or she'd get it herself.

  She doesn't even like anyone looking into her room. She didn't explicitly say this, but I get the feeling she'd kill anyone for even trying.

  I'm real fucking special, apparently. So fucking special I get to wear the pink pajamas. Fuck me.

  "I love you," I say to her, just random and out of the blue. Sometimes you have to tell the bitch you love that you love her, you know? Why fucking wait? Do it as much as you have to.

  "Noah," she whines at me, pouting. Fuck, she's adorable. "I am hungry."

  "I'm going, love! Fuck."

  "We still need to do something about your vulgarity," she says.

  "What the fuck, why?" I ask. I'm up now. I'm going to get her food, but I just can't fucking stop looking at her. Fuck, she's beautiful.

  "It is very rude," she says. "You are being bad, Noah. I will need to punish you."

  "I'll punish you back, love," I say. "Anyways, fuck off. You want me to get you food or what?"

  "You will not go?" she asks. "You will let me starve, Noah?"

  And she looks at me. She fucking looks at me. With those eyes. You know the eyes, right? Fucking large, wide, doe eyes. Pouty goddamn fucking lip. It's like her bottom lip is trembling, too. She's got to pull it into her mouth and bite on it just to keep it in place. The slight downturn of her eyes, looking away, sad and shy.

  Fuck her, she's not sad or shy or any of that shit. She can fucking kill me. She is dangerous. She's crazy and psychotic and fucked up.

  She just looks so fucking ridiculously cute at the moment, and I want to fucking squeeze her in my arms until she squeaks. I might be fucked up, too.

  "I'm going to get you food," I say, grumbling. "I'll get you food, but I'm not going to stop fucking swearing."

  "I will punish you," she says. "I will punish you after we eat our food. Please hurry, Noah. I am so hungry. I will find a movie for us to watch, too. Hurry and we will eat and cuddle and watch a movie together. Do you wish to take a nap, too? I will punish you after our nap."

  "Sounds good," I say. I smile because I'm happy. Fuck off. I am genuinely fucking happy right now. I don't know how the fuck this happened, but I love it.

  I love her. I fucking love her so much.

  (Day Twenty-Two)

  *** Angeline

  "I do not like her, Noah," I tell him. "She is rude."

  "The fuck?" he says. "Who the fuck are you talking about?"

  Noah is rude, too. I like him, though. We will need to work on that.

  "Her," I say again, pointed and concise. "The girl you took. The one you were going to sell."

  "Oh," he says. He looks confused for a moment. "What the fuck? Is she still here?"

  I think Noah is becoming dumber the more often we make love. He is very rough sometimes. I like it, but perhaps it is rattling his brain and causing him to make poor decisions.

  "Where did you think she was?" I ask him. "I do not understand where you think she would be, Noah. Yes, of course she is still here."

  "Fuck you, love," he says. "I don't fucking know. You say you don't like her, but I'm not too fucking pleased with her, either. The bitch stabbed you."

  Yes, I knew this, but the way Noah says it gives me pause. I did not consider this before, but I must consider it now. "Is she bad?" I ask him. "Is she good or is she bad? I did not think she was bad, but if she is, then I will kill her."

  He stares at me like I am the dumb one. I am not dumb, Noah. You are the one who took her and you are the reason I needed to bring her here. I do not know how you could forgot her presence in my home.

  I have gone to see her every day for the past few days when I am able. She is confined now, locked in a room of my choosing. I do not hurt her, and I did not plan on hurting her, but I do not believe it is prudent to allow someone who would stab me to have free reign of my home. I do not wish to kill her, or I did not think I wished to do that, but if she is a bad person then I must. It is not a question I may deliberate and hesitate over.

  "She's not really bad," Noah says, though he says it with a reluctant slowness. "I mean, fuck, the bitch stabbed you, which is a pretty fucking bad and shitty thing to do to someone, but I don't think she meant it in a bad way. It's seriously fucking hard to say this, Angeline."

  "I will not kill her, then," I say. Good, that is decided. "What do you wish to do with her, Noah?"

  "What the fuck are you asking me for?"

  "She is yours," I say. "You took her. She is your pet now."

  I like that word. Pet. She is not mine, she is Noah's, and she is his pet. Like a little kitten or a puppy. This kitten has sharp claws, though. Perhaps we must declaw her? I have my nail ripping contraption ready for use if it is required...

  "I'll give her to you," he says. "You can have her."

  I stare at him, brow furrowed. "Mine?" I ask.

  "Yeah. Happy fucking birthday, love."

  "It is not my birthday," I say.

  "I missed a bunch of them. Figured I'd make up for it."

  I smile. Oh! That is so nice! Is it not? Noah, you did not forget me after all. I think perhaps he is lying somewhat, because he did forget me a little. He did not remember me at first, and I am the one who took him. Noah did not come of his own accord. I do not wish for him to leave now, but if he desires it, I will let him.

  Maybe. I do not know if I will. I may be forced to chain him to a bed if he tries to leave me. I am sorry, Noah. You cannot go.

  Regardless, I now have a present. She is mine. Noah is mine, too. I know what to do with Noah, but I do not know what to do with her.

  "What is her name?" I ask him.

  "Fuck if I know," he says.

  "Noah," I say, staring at him, annoyed. He knows. Why does he say he does not know?

  "Fucking..." He begins to think. Good. Noah, we will not have sex again until you are capable of thinking coherently afterwards. This is becoming a problem. Also, you are rude. I told him he was allowed to be rude in the bedroom I have given him, but we are in my bedroom now and this is not a place he is allowed to be rude.

  "Chastity," he says after some
time. "Chastity White. That's her name."

  "What do I do with Chastity White?" I ask him. "She is rude. She yells mean things at me."

  "Did you chain her to the fucking bed like you chained me to the bed?" he asks.

  "Yes. I believe that should be obvious, should it not?"

  "She's probably pissed off," he says. "Look, love. I don't know a lot about women, alright. You're all fucking confusing and screwed up, and I love you, but you're fucking crazy."

  "But you love me?" I ask. "You do, right?"

  "Yeah, of course," he says.

  "Good," I say with a satisfied nod. "We will go speak with my Chastity White now. You will tell me how to make her like me. She likes you, so you will make her like me."

  "I have no fucking clue why she likes me, love. She's fucked up, probably. That's why."

  I shrug. I like Noah, too. I can see why she would like him, as well. I do not understand why someone would not like Noah. Perhaps because he is rude and sometimes he is dumb after we make love, but I will help him work on these things. Noah was not always rude and I do not remember him being dumb before when we made love many years ago, so I think it will be fine.

  "Come," I tell him. "Let us go see her. I will bring her food."

  If she is my pet, I must feed her, correct? I have read about this in a book. I will treat her like a little kitten. Yes, she will love me, then.

  *** Angeline

  Chastity White does not love me. She is being rude again.

  "Let me go!" she screeches at me.

  I do not know why she is screeching, nor why she is telling me to let her go. The chains on her bed are not very tight. She is capable of moving and standing if she wishes. Instead, she lays on the bed, throwing a temper tantrum like a small child. She is not a small child. Yes, I am taller than her, but it is not by a lot. She is a grown adult. She is younger than me, I know, but not by a largely significant amount. She could be my younger sister, perhaps. She is not, because she is my pet, but otherwise it may be possible for her to be a younger sister to me.

  Noah steps into the room behind me. As soon as my Chastity White sees him, she becomes quiet.