Moans poured from my mouth while I moved my hips to get his tongue closer to my opening. Pressure from his hands held me still. Over and over he avoided my slit. All I wanted him to do was make contact with either my clit or my pussy. Neither of which he did.
“Slade.” Fingers pushed down hard, to the point of pain. Wetness glistened on his face as he lifted his head.
“I’m not Slade. When you spread your legs and said I was yours, I became your master.” The gray of his eyes all but disappeared as he narrowed them. “Say it, slave.”
The name had so many impacts on me that I was left speechless.
“Now.” He spun me over, lifting my hips until they were high in the air. The spanking sent fire across one side of my ass. A cross between a moan and cry slipped out before I could stop it. I didn’t want to show how much he turned me on. Yet, the word slave still bounced around in my head. I knew it was what I was now. At least until Lily was back. Still, I wasn’t sure I liked it.
Again, a blaze of heat surfaced at his slap. “Master. Please.” There. I’d said it. The title wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, coming out.
“Mmm. Yes,” he said, softly. The bed moved and this tongue licked over my opening. “Good girl. You’re getting better. Master is going to take good care of this pussy now.”
Metal pushed into my wrists and I let them. The pleasure coursing through me was too good to disturb. Places tightened in my stomach that I didn’t even know existed. I rocked back, pushing Slade’s tongue deeper, and he let me. Little sucks here and there had me going faster. I needed more. Needed… Fuck, I needed him in a way I couldn’t even put into words. A missing piece had my sounds growing pain ridden. My face turned into the mattress, only to face back outward. It was killing me.
“I need…” My scream echoed through the room and I couldn’t help but want to do it again. “Please.” What I was begging for was beyond me. Release? Fulfillment in something that I wasn’t even sure of?
“You need my cock, is what it is.”
“No,” I sobbed.
His finger rubbed over my clit and I pushed back.
“Then this.” Pressure pushed into my back entrance and I groaned. It wasn’t the same. I didn’t want that. I needed that missing part of the puzzle that had appeared the moment I let him breach my pussy. There was always a reason I never let anyone touch. This had to have been why. The cravings to be suddenly filled were too powerful. Too agonizing not to satisfy.
“You’re so fucking swollen, slave. You may not want my cock here, but your pussy does. Such a pretty little pussy.” The gentle slap against the outside had me pulling at the handcuffs. It’d felt too good. The smallest sting that raced pleasure to my core. I wanted it again, and again, until I was coming all over his hand.
“More,” I begged. My voice was so different, I almost didn’t recognize it.
The wet contact he made, again, only drove me crazier. I bit into my lip, tasting blood wash over my tongue. So that’s what Slade enjoyed sampling. The metallic taste opened my senses. I’d never been into blood before. Not actually tasting it. But memories of biting Slade had me wanting to do it again. To have him take me over like before. We’d wear each other’s imprints, basking in the private knowledge that our beasts had found solace in marking each other.
“The day I have your pussy will be a day I’ll never forget. Such a gift.” My folds were sucked into his mouth and my eyes rolled from the pleasure. Once he started, his tongue was all over. Licking my clit, pushing into my opening, even tracing my back entrance. I moved against him like I was possessed. Controlled by him, completely.
Slade shifted and moved to grab the lube. My eyes could barely open as he positioned himself behind me. The tip of his cock made a path from my clit, pausing at my pussy. The thick head rubbed over my opening and I wanted so badly for him to try to ease in. Even if just a little.
“You like that. Even now you’re getting so much more wet. Fuck. I bet I could make you come without even taking your virginity.”
“How so?” I knew, but I wanted him to show me. Fill me as much as he could without taking what I held dear. To let Slade even try was putting a lot of trust in him, but I was willing to do that.
Fingers clutched to my hips, hard. “Don’t you dare move. Do you understand?”
My heart exploded. He was going to do it. Fuck, I could have an orgasm just imagining it. “Yes. I understand…Master.”
Lube poured over my ass and ran down to where we were touching. He pulled back, rubbing the liquid into my back entrance. It confused me, but I kept still. At his arm wrapping around my stomach, I felt his strength. He held me like a safety belt on lock. I wasn’t going anywhere, even if I wanted to. With his other hand, he held his cock, moving it just over my pussy.
My eyes closed and I knew why he kept me still. The urge to push back was automatic. Stretching as he eased the very tip of his thick head inside was a combination of burning and an insatiable need for more. Slade pulled out, moving to slide over my clit. He eased back up, and pushed in again, moaning as he entered a little deeper. The sounds that left him were the sexiest thing I had ever heard in my life.
The tip of his finger pushed into my ass and I suddenly realized why he’d applied the lube. Fog settled over me and I was lost to him. He could have entered my pussy fully and I wouldn’t have regretted it. Instead, he continued to thrust in the smallest fraction of what we wanted while fingering my ass as much as he could.
Tightening clutched in my core and I tried my hardest to bring him in deeper. My movements finally won and the slight pain of him hitting my wall sent me into spasms. I knew he didn’t breach it, but fuck, I almost wish he’d had.
“Oh…shit.” His hand slapped against my ass with such force, it only made me come harder. “You’re so damn tight. It feels good. Too good.” He pulled out as I drifted back to reality. My body was limp, but he didn’t hesitate to flip me on my back. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, and when I come, you’re going to take it all. Not one drop better escape those lips of yours.” Slade went to straddle my chest and paused at seeing his name. A slight smile flashed for a moment before he came up beside me, lifting my head.
I didn’t hesitate to sweep my tongue over the pre-cum beginning to bead at his tip. Fingers gripped in my hair a he led himself deep into my mouth, almost gagging me. My eyes came up and he gripped my hair harder, keeping himself heavy on my tongue.
“Just like that, slave. Don’t take your eyes off of me. What I’m about to do is for me. Not you. There are many forms of choking and I don’t need my hand to take away your air supply. You are going to gag, but you’re going to suck it up and take it.”
Why his words turned me on all over again, I didn’t know. All I could do was slightly nod while I kept my stare where it was intended. Slade led me forward and that time I did gag, but I obeyed and breathed in and out through my nose, slowly, recovering just as he brought himself deep into me again. I continued to take slow breaths while he pushed to the back of my throat. The thrusts got faster. Harder. And not once did I try to pull away. I let him use me the most he could.
“You are so mine. My little sex slave to do as I wish.” He reached down and made a path with his fingertips right above his name. The action caused his eyes to close. “Fuck, yes.” My nipple was rolled between his fingers and the moan I let out had him looking back down at me again. Slade filled my throat, holding my head immobile. Oxygen was impossible to get. My hands gripped the bars on his headboard and just when I thought I’d have to try to pull back, he eased out. “Good girl. I’m so fucking proud of you.” The thrusts continued and my cheeks burned as much as my throat, but I knew the moment he was close. His cock barely fit in my mouth he swelled so big. Pain tore at my scalp at his tightening fist. The thrust went wild and just when his thick tip rested on my tongue, I tasted his male saltiness. I sucked him deeper, wanting more.
“Mary.” My name came out just as choked as I’d been
only minutes before. Pride surged through me and I loved pleasing him. Something changed in that moment. I wanted this. Wanted to give myself to him completely. To see how happy I could make him with my submission. I was a slave. His slave. And suddenly, I liked the sound of that.
Chapter 10
Slade
Mary. I couldn’t stop staring at her. For three days I’d watched her in nothing short of awe, wondering how she could be any more perfect for an animal like me. She’d let me use her body as I wanted. Still gave a little fight when she had to say she was mine, but did it with her head high. I knew she was just getting me riled up by denying my ownership, but I loved it. Loved having her here with me. The thought that I was leaving in a few hours literally made me feel sick. I didn’t want to. The need to have her by my side in all things had me breaking into a sweat every time reality dawned.
Would her father try to find her when he discovered I was back in San Francisco? Would he figure out my secret home in Washington and have men break in to help her escape? Marcio, Brace, and Terrance would kill them. They knew my orders. No one came into this house when I was gone and Mary’s name was not to leave their mouths to anyone. The whole staff knew that. They wouldn’t dare cross me. I’d had them for years and they always kept my secrets. The pay was too damn good to question my morals.
Blonde hair was splayed across the new, dark green, silk pillowcases I’d bought. They weren’t the exact color of Mary’s eyes, but close enough. They made hers stand out even more and I liked that.
We’d yet to say a word to each other since waking up. Just seemed content to stare at each other. The first five minutes left me contemplating what the hell I was doing, but I quickly relaxed and didn’t question it. It had to have been almost an hour now and we still hadn’t turned away. If I was going to leave, I could think of better things to do than this, but I knew she still had to be hurting from last night. My sadistic side had the time of its life raking my nails down her body while twisting her around like a fucking pretzel just so I could take turns trying different positions while I fucked her ass. My Mary had taken it, even when most women would have screamed at how contorted their bodies were. It made her tug at my heart even more. Damn, she was amazing.
Knocking on my door had her head lifting. Instantly, I wanted to kill whoever was on the other side for breaking her stare with me.
“What?” I yelled, not moving. Still watching her.
“You told me eleven. You have a call to make.”
Oh, shit. I’d forgotten about that. Mary turned to me, her eyes widening. “Are you calling Victor?”
“I’ll be back shortly.” I stood, glancing to the door. Marcio was on the other side. “Be out in a few. And have my coffee ready.” Mary stood on her knees, exposing her breasts and small stomach. My name was healing beautifully. I wasn’t sure if it was going to scar or not. Possibly not, but if it did, it wouldn’t be as dark as I wanted.
Mary edged off the bed. “You didn’t answer me. Are you calling Victor?”
I grabbed some jeans and slid them on. “You’re not going. Not after last time.” I left it at that. She didn’t need to know had badly it disturbed me to see her cry like that, how fucking tightly it twisted my black heart. All I wanted to do was go on a murdering spree to avenge the pain she truly held inside. It was coming from somewhere, probably her rape. I wanted it gone, eliminated from the face of this earth so she’d never dip into that state of mind again.
Mary raced to the closet and pulled out the black dress she’d balled in the corner. The moment it slid on, she came to me eagerly. “I want to go. Please. I can help. Maybe he’ll tell me something he’s found that he wouldn’t tell you.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Or maybe he won’t tell me something I need to know because you’re there.”
The green color I loved lowered, sadness taking them over. Not once since I’d brought her back after the last incident had she gotten that look. Fuck. The damage was done. Victor was already in her head. It was useless keeping her here now. She’d be on a rage and even more pissed off. Then I’d leave at odds with her. I didn’t want that.
“Fine. But you stay out of the way and let me talk to him first. Don’t let him see you. After we finish, I’ll bring you in. Then you can do your thing.” Granting her permission nearly suffocated me. I hated it. Hated that motherfucker who held office and thought he ran the world. Maybe he would. The Presidency was coming up. He was a lead contender and probably the most qualified in his party. Wouldn’t that be something? President Hagen, criminal, sex, drug, and arms trafficker. Pathetic. It made me sick.
Mary tiptoed and kissed my cheek completely catching me off-guard. I stared down at her, almost not even knowing who she was. Where had that come from? We didn’t kiss unless we were having sex and I was the one always initiating. Sure, she kissed me back, but it was never her first.
“Well, get going,” I snapped. “My coffee is probably getting cold.”
She smiled and headed for the door. Damn, I was such a bastard. The material of my shirt ripped as I pulled it off the hanger and had to grab another one. I’d just pulled it over my arms and began buttoning it up when Mary raced toward the nightstand.
“What the hell are you doing? I thought you were going.”
The contents hit the front as she jerked it open. She grabbed my boot polish and raced for the bathroom. I stalked around the corner as she dabbed her finger inside and rubbed a little under her eye. My jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”
“What? It’ll help. He has to keep believing I’m getting hurt so he’ll look for Lily even harder. She’s out there and I have every intention of him bringing her home.”
“Home.” The word made a tingly feeling flutter in my stomach. She didn’t say back. Mary had said home. A small smile came to my face. If only she truly meant it like that. I knew where she really wanted to go. Back to the apartment she now owned thanks to me.
“Yeah. Home. So...” She smiled. “How does it look? Real?”
My mouth twisted and I reached up, smudging it in even more. “It’ll do. Now come on, I get grumpy if I don’t have my coffee and I’ve already gone too long without that and food. It’s a bad combination.”
The house was quiet as we walked through. No one was in sight and for that, I was thankful. The last thing I wanted was for them to see Mary sporting a black eye. I didn’t beat women with my fists and I sure as hell didn’t want anyone thinking I did.
Marcio came from the kitchen and stopped his advance to wherever he was going to hold open the door. Maybe he hadn’t thought I’d show up this fast, or possibly he was coming up to get me. I wasn’t sure and didn’t really care. I strode through, looking for my coffee when Mary’s scream made every hair on my body stand on end. Spinning around, Marcio had her back against his body, his gun raised in my direction.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I didn’t even think as I grabbed a knife from the block. The blade flashed under the light as I pointed it at him. No one touched my slave and got away with it.
“I didn’t sign up for this, Mr. Roberts. You said we were kidnapping her, but what you’re doing isn’t right.”
My jaw clenched as I eased forward. “Take your hands off of her or so help me, I’ll fucking cut them off.”
Mary thrashed against him, but he held on tighter, easing out of the door. Brace came from the pantry, his gun drawn on Marcio. The fear that Mary displayed had me seething.
“Let her go, Marcio. You’re not thinking straight, man.” Brace came to my side.
“You’re not thinking straight!” Marcio yelled. “Look at her. She’s covered in cuts, bruises, bite marks. Now this! Tell me this is right.”
Mary stilled and she didn’t appear scared anymore. Slowly, she looked up at Marcio. “I’m okay,” she said calmly. “It’s not real. It’s all for show for Victor.” She ran her finger under her eye and showed him the polish. Marcio took a deep breath and dropped his head back against
the door. “I was wrong about you. You’re a good man.” She lifted his hand and kissed the top, surprising all of us. The moment she stepped away and came to me, Marcio shook his head apologetically.
“Don’t even say it. We’re good.” I pointed the knife. “But if you ever touch her again, so help me, I will kill you.”
“I ain’t even gonna worry about this.” He stepped in, shutting the door. “I’ll do what I was meant to. Protect her. You. Whatever you got going on behind closed doors is obviously okay with her.”
Mary nodded. “It’s more than okay. Come on, Killer. Let’s go get ready.”
Killer? Is that what she called Marcio? Hmm. Interesting. Well, at least I didn’t have to worry about leaving her anymore. Not concerning her and my men, anyway. Now, my emotional attachment. Yeah, that was going to be a bitch to get under control.
Darkness took over until we got halfway down the stairs. The spotlight was on, ready for me to take my seat. Coffee sat on the table by the monitors and I took the cup, closing my eyes in satisfaction as the steamy liquid took over. There was no use putting it down. I sat in the chair while Mary stood by Marcio. Brace took his position behind the equipment. The all too familiar ringing filled the room and it wasn’t long before I came face to face with Victor, Jordan, and Mr. Brighton, himself. Good God, what was this? I felt like I was in a damn board meeting.
“What’s the news?” My tone was cold. Clipped. The longer I looked at Jordan, the more pissed off I got. Whose brilliant idea was it to have him here? I’d stabbed him already. Did they not know his presence was going to set me off? Dumbasses.
Victor leaned against the desk, completely unreadable. “We’re getting closer, but before we get into that, I would like to see my daughter.”
I motioned to Marcio and he walked over, bringing Mary to my side. The ropes were absent this time. Mary stood motionless, her head slightly lowered, but staring at the monitor. Jordan’s hand rubbed against his mouth, anger evident in his move.
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