Diane’s lips were parted when I glanced back at her. I knew telling her too much might complicate things, but I was proud of my former slaves. They’d all come so far and I never really got to speak to anyone about them. No one experienced what I did, watching them come back from the brinks of hell, only to rise to face life and achieve such greatness. Damn…it only made the emptiness even more intense.
“That was very nice of you to help her out so generously.” Diane yawned, turning her face toward my bicep. The kiss she pressed against me had my lids closing briefly.
“There’s good in you, after all. I’m happy at that.”
I sighed. “Don’t take my charity for goodness, slave. They’re not the same.” The soap was in my hand before I could stop myself from trying to rush the process. Anything to change the subject.
“I think there’s good in you. If there wasn’t, you would have dumped me down on the floor and walked away. You’re more good than you think.”
The laugh under my breath couldn’t be stopped. “Coming from the woman who can hardly move.”
“It is what it is. I’m not excusing your behavior, but I’m not ready to say you’re completely evil.”
“Evil. Such a fitting word. Maybe I’m just in here so I can see you squirm through more pain.” The hand that cupped the soap smoothed the liquid over her thigh and she sucked in air as it cleansed a small laceration from the whip. Her features tightened from the stinging that she was no doubt experiencing.
With careful strokes, I began lathering her body. Fuck if I couldn’t stop myself from reacting to not only her curves, but of what I’d done. It was sick, but what could I do? I’d conquered my demons long ago and faced who I was. I wouldn’t apologize for that.
“Almost done,” I mumbled under my breath. My hand dipped between her thighs.
Washing her pussy was torture. The slowing of my fingers couldn’t be stopped. She’d been so wet the one time I checked during her punishment. I almost fucked her then. I wanted to, but she would have gotten pleasure from that. My mission had been make it as painful as I thought she could take. And I had.
Water ran over my hand as my fingers parted her, rubbing down the length of her slit. A moan came from Diane while she tried shifting in my lap. I pulled back, nearly grinding my teeth at the need to have her. Right here, while she was hurting. Goddammit. What a fucked up son of a bitch I was.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
With as much as I didn’t want to, I knew I couldn’t take her. Not after what I’d done. Not if I was going to let her go. Everything continued to compile, confusing me even more.
I ran my finger over the M on her shoulder. Another mark. Another sign of my ownership. “It has to end, slave. All of this. You have a job to do. A routine to get into. Anything else will complicate the process.”
“Oh.” Something unidentifiable flashed over her features, drawing them in until I was sure I saw sadness register. “Not even once more?” She bit her lip and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How, after everything I put her through, did she still want me?
“You’re hurt too badly.” I kept it short, clipped, due to the agony my cock was undergoing.
Diane’s feet planted into the marble and she scooted up in my lap. “I guess you’d just have to be really gentle then, huh, Master?”
The seduction rolled from her tongue like the most irresistible aphrodisiac known to man. My fingers tightened in her hair, angling her face more toward me. Mist had her lids lowering halfway while she met my gaze.
“If you want me, tell me. Explicitly.”
There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. “I want you to fuck my pussy. Very slow and very passionately.”
My head cocked to the side at her request. “That’s not fucking. Say what you really want from me.” I couldn’t stop my pulse from racing. Heat poured over my skin while the real Master in me, the good one who wanted a partner, tried to claw his way out.
“Make love to me, Master. Let our last time be good, before…” her eyes dropped, “before whatever happens, happens.”
I eased her to sit up and straddle my waist. There was only a small wince as she adjusted on my lap. While my eyes searched hers, the thudding in my chest only increased. Her arms lifted to go around my neck, only to lower as she caught herself acting without permission. The Master in me swelled with pride. I’d taught her well. At least, so far. I could teach her so much more if I wanted.
“Do it. Put your arms around me.” I turned while she held on. My lower back leaned against the wall and I reached up, cupping the side of her face and bringing her down to my mouth. As she hovered just within reach, I waited to see if she’d make the move. She didn’t. Another sign that she’d learned.
“Good girl. Now, kiss me.”
The pressure was light at first, deepening as I slid my tongue past her lips. She gave me everything with the opening of her mouth. I took the lead and she followed as I massaged down her length, sucking against her tongue with such slow, drawn out precision, she began moving her pussy against me. I couldn’t take it. Not with the pants. I reached down, jerking the button and zipper open and pulling them to my lower hips. As my cock sprung free and slapped against my stomach, her hand had to jerk back from touching me.
“May I, Master?”
“Fuck yes. Touch me, slave.” I pulled her down until her lips were back against mine, not able to take the separation. The moan that escaped me as her small hand tried to wrap around my thickness was uncontrollable. My fingers twitched, wanting to tighten in her hair, to move us at a more fevered pace. I knew not to rush. We shouldn’t have even been doing what we were anyway, but fuck if I could deny her, or myself. Last time…and we’d go out with a bang. It was the perfect ending to such a tragic story.
Chapter 17
Diane
Tightness covered my skin, each mark made by my Master burning more so than my already warmed skin. I felt everything intensify tenfold, from the welts his tools had made. I ached. I throbbed. I was alive and thriving in my pain.
Master brought up his other hand and both held my face while he stared into my eyes. Intimacy with him wasn’t comfortable. The dominance and intimidation when our stares connected left my inner self wanting to back away. To turn and hide from the dark energy he emitted. The fascination of the new side of him made it possible to proceed with what we were doing. I wanted to rock forward where my hand was slowly stroking. Kiss him and move my pussy along his hard cock until I was ready to scream through the orgasm I craved.
“This might not be so bad.” His gaze narrowed while he pushed his fingers though my hair to hold to me tighter. “Your hair’s short, but,” his fingers gripped, angling my face back, “I can work with this.” Teeth grazed against my neck and I secured my grip tighter around his thickness. The sound that vibrated against my throat drove me on. My hand moved up the long length a little faster, increasing the speed until his nibbles went to sucking.
He brought my head back up and moved further down toward my shoulder. I longed to reach my other arm around his neck and pull him in closer. Suddenly, I needed his contact like I needed air. For so long, I’d gone without closeness. Even when Master and I had had sex before, it wasn’t like this. The emotional energy surrounding us was different. Even the need was on a completely different scale.
“Master…” My throat closed, my words sounding strangled as I trailed off.
He lifted and I wasn’t prepared for the person looking back. I couldn’t even grasp the raw emotions on his face. Passion, yes, but something almost resembling fear. Did he think from my unstable voice that I was going to call a stop to the intimacy again?
“Yes?”
Even his tone sounded off.
I lifted my hand, pausing it as it began to rise. “May I hold you? I need...” I couldn’t finish. Couldn’t say the words out loud. The guilt was still there. Still threatening to tear me to shreds.
“Call me Sevastian. Just this on
ce.”
The shock at hearing his name left me frozen. As it sank in, the thawing brought on a lust so intense, I couldn’t help but let it roll off my tongue just so I could hear it from my own lips. “Sevastian,” I repeated, quietly.
My arm eased around him, my breasts grazing against his chest as I leaned in closer. The kiss was like the first. Soft. Gentle. I began stoking my hand down his cock again, trying not to rock my clit against the hardness.
I couldn’t resist.
The tiny sparks of ecstasy had my forearm pulling him forward.
“Fuck,” he moaned against my lips. “I want you so much. Right here and right now.”
I moved my pussy along his cock faster, wanting to lift enough to let him breach my entrance. But I knew better. Knew that if I took the lead without asking, he wouldn’t like it. Just because he was acting like someone else, didn’t change who he truly was inside.
“Let me,” I started to say, only to stop. I knew if he wanted to fuck or make love to me, he would. Desperation had me moving too quickly. Every nerve ending vibrated. The soft caress that traveled up and down my back left me all too aware of the damage there, but it only heightened my sensitivity, making the hunger intensify.
“Bed.” He benched his hand under my ass, standing. The sound of his pants hitting the floor was followed by him stepping out of them. He reached, turning the water off and not even bothering to get a towel to dry our wet bodies. I was eased to the comforter and I couldn’t stop shaking. The cool temperature and the man standing, watching me, had my adrenaline soaring.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I can take you to your room right now.”
My brain sputtered. Permission? I hadn’t been given a real chance to make a decision in so long that it left me staring at him, speechless. At his brows drawing in, I nodded. “I want this…Sevastian.”
“God, say it again.” His arms came down to the mattress and he climb on, moving to hover above me.
“Sevastian.”
Weight settled between my thighs as his forearms came to rest on each side of my head. The flicker of his eyes was followed by his finger moving to my chattering lips. Fuck, I couldn’t stop shaking.
“I’m about to warm you up, baby, you just wait. Or maybe you’re scared.” A smile pulled back at the corner of his mouth and I knew he’d somehow nailed it on the head. I was damn near terrified. Not only with what I knew him capable of, but of what we were about to do. I wanted the intimacy, but what would happen afterward? Not only with us, but within me. I feared that the most.
“Please, don’t stop…no matter what.”
Seriousness took over his features and he nodded once. “You have my word.”
The deep tone spoke of Master. I flourished under that voice. Fucking felt myself grow wet at the smoothness.
Sevastian’s lips started at my mouth, only to trail down my neck. My lids lowered while I let the sensations take me over. Warm breath tickled my skin while he went even further and began a path down the middle of my chest. My breast was cupped and his thumb and index finger squeezed the tightened nub enough to have me breathing in deeply. I ached, moving my pussy along the length of his cock. I waited for him to put a stop to it.
It didn’t take long.
Pressure gripped my hip. It was a fair warning and I obeyed, getting distracted by the increasing pressure on my nipple. Teeth bit into the fullness of my other breast with just the right amount of force. In swirls, he moved his tongue until he was teasing the tight tip and squeezing the other even harder.
“Oh…God.” My lips parted and I lifted my head to watch. Suction drew me into his mouth and I cried out at the twinge of pain laced with the pleasure. Even in his making love state of mind, pain was present. Never too much and definitely not like with his other personality, but it was there, tempting that part of me that had grown to depend on and enjoy it.
While he continued to lick and suck, his other hand lowered between my thighs. Nails teased in their approach to my pussy. The light scratching tingled and I reached for the comforter, holding on for dear life.
“Touch me, Diane. No rules unless I give you an order.”
If there were no rules…
My hands lifted to his shoulders and I gently pushed, surprised when he lifted and let me lie him on the bed. The caution was written all over his face, but I put my attention into his body instead. I rose to my hands and knees, lowering to mirror what he’d done. My kisses took me to one of his nipples and I licked over the surface and moved further down, biting into his skin. Not hard, but enough for me to see imprints of my teeth when I lifted.
Sevastian moaned and his hand lifted to my ass. The tap had me moving my pussy more in his direction. I worked my way down his defined stomach, repeating the actions. Kiss. Lick. Suck. Bite. My hands spanned over the surface and I pushed the tips of my fingers down, loving the sounds he made while I approached his cock. My tongue licked over the tip and I collected the pre-cum that was beginning to pool. The saltiness left me desperate to taste more of him. Instead, I continued to give his stomach attention, letting the side of my face rub down his length. The teasing had him breathing harder. I was so close, if I moved back the slightest amount, I could slide him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, heavily. His fingers rubbed over my slit and began to massage the wetness into my folds. The pleasure left me pushing against him. I wanted more. Needed him fucking me with them. Deep. Yes, I wanted him slamming them into me with everything he had.
A frown came to my face. I’d told him I wanted him to make love to me. My fantasy was far from slow and passionate.
My tongue traveled down the side of his cock and his hips rocked. I made it a point not to touch him with my hand. Not to add any more stimulation than the attention I gave with my mouth. As I approached his balls, I flattened my tongue, letting it slide from one side of his sac to the other. The deep throated growl combined with him sliding his finger inside of my pussy led me on. My hair fell forward as I lowered and sucked on the left side, swirling my tongue, and then moving to the right.
Sevastian’s thrust were drawn out, slow, as he pushed in only halfway. The need building within left me moving back down his length. When I reached the head of his cock, I let my lips cover the tip, enveloping the thick width. His withdraw paused and I knew he was waiting to see if I was going to take him in. Instead, I ran my tongue over the underside, loving that his cock twitched under my lips. He wanted more. Happiness surged inside of me. I suddenly realized I liked pleasing him when I had control. And for some odd reason, he’d gifted it to me.
“Shit. You’re killing me, baby.” The groan that followed almost made me smile. Again…happiness took over and the need to please him was prominent.
My head lifted and I grabbed the base of his cock, leading his length into my mouth. Pleasure was building with each push of his fingers deep into my channel, but I didn’t let it interfere with my speed. Something in me wanted to make him remember this always. To imbed a lasting impression that he’d never forget. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe because we could both possibly never get this again. He wasn’t the type, and I sure as hell couldn’t see me settling down with another man in my future. It was such a waste for both of us, but if that was the case, maybe whatever we shared could carry us through the hard times?
“You’re so fucking good.” He pushed in deep, only for his fingers to disappear. “Straddle on my face. I want your pussy on my mouth so I can taste you while you do this.”
The command had me moving without thought. I lifted my leg, letting him guide me while I continued to allow his essence to take over me. My hand stroked up, meeting my mouth. In slow circles, I rotated around him, only pausing to catch my breath as his tongue swept over the entrance of my pussy.
“I can’t get over how good you taste.” His thumbs spread my folds and my head flew up as he plunged inside of me. A moan ripped from my throat and I couldn’t stop from gripping his thigh and mov
ing my hips. The urgency only led me to take him into my mouth again. Inch by inch, I brought him closer to the back of my throat, and then beyond, until he was so far back that I couldn’t breathe at all. I held still, testing the feeling, enjoying that he could consume me so much.
My head rose and I went back down again. Repeatedly, I tried to get him further and each time Sevastian, my Master, let out sounds I knew would stick with me forever. They were sexy in their deepness. They cloaked around me, oddly making me feel safe and wanted, despite what he’d done to me since I’d been here. I wasn’t sure how that was possible given the brutality, but I knew I liked it. Somewhere deep down, I even liked him, too. A lot.
“Turn around and come up here.”
I lifted, spinning to straddle his waist. The hunger in his eyes as they traveled down my body and stopped on my stomach had me leaning back and running my fingers over my own signature on him. So much had happened between us and we’d both be scarred for life. How would our names on each other affect our futures? He reached for me and led me down, clearing my mind of everything.
“’What am I going to do with you, slave?”
My Master was temporarily back…yet not. His voice wasn’t the same, but the look deep within his stare was. Who did I want more in this moment? I was confused. To have one didn’t feel like it could be the other. I didn’t see a medium with him, which sadden me more than I wanted to admit. His question troubled me most of all. Suddenly, I didn’t have an answer and I wasn’t sure why. I knew I needed to leave, but what was out there for me when I did? Would I fall back into deep depression? Be left alone with my haunting past and want to kill myself all over again? Although I would have liked to think that wouldn’t happen, the thought scared me.
“I don’t know,” I whispered. “I…” My head shook and he reached up, pulling me to lie on his chest. The power he emitted when his arms wrapped around me left me turning my face into his neck even more. There was such security in his hold. Such safety, and yet…destruction. I knew what he was capable of, but lying on top of him, having him hold me, I’d never felt more safe in my life. I could so easily see him being able to kill, but could he love? In this moment, I was almost sure it was possible.
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