“Then stop trying to get me hard by disobeying me. I get hard by dominating my slave. Do you think that you are in control, slave?”
As I tried to answer, he just spoke over me and I knew to quit speaking and listen.
“Maybe a flogging is what you need to remind you who is in charge. I expect for my mandates to be followed verbatim. I don’t expect for you to try and manipulate me with sex. That suit that you wear is your armor against the business world that you work in, not against me! You are naked and bare, open, vulnerable, and at my mercy! Now would be the time for you to say, ‘yes, Master’.”
“Yes, Master,” I eyed the man above me that I viewed to be bigger than life as I continued washing up his legs and down to his feet.
“Who owns you, slave?”
“Only you, Master.”
“Who do you wish to please, slave?”
“The only man that I wish to please is you, Master, only you.”
“How do you please me, slave?” he sarcastically asked me.
“By obeying you, Sir,” I whined.
He grabbed both sides of my head, pulling my mouth onto him.
“Your disobedience and lack of ability to follow instructions has cost you an orgasm so don’t you dare come from servicing me, slave!”
Oh my Master did know me well. There were times that my body would go off like a rocket just from the mere act of servicing my Master. Yes, it is true. Without even being touched, my body can explode from the pleasure that I gain by servicing him. Though my disobedience had cost me an orgasm, there was a place deep within me that was much more than satisfied from the act of servicing the Master that I loved. That place deep within me was much more satisfied than the satisfaction that my mere flesh would have gained from an orgasm…
“Nice story, you’re doing good, girl. Me, I like fucking taking you all barbaric and shit. I like it when you fight and I pin you down and take you. That book of yours should be done soon and you can stay here and be my little slave.”
My hands slid the laptop she was working on over and I lifted her t-shirt, playing with the dainty little panties I bought her and pulling them down her legs.
“See, like right now I don’t want a story to make my own. I want to bury my cock into you so deep that you wonder if I’m going to climb up inside of you.”
I lined my cock up with that sweet pussy of hers and plunged in as I listened to the TV reporter in the background.
A local woman, believed to have been missing, has been found. She is now under the care of her psychiatrist who stated that she suffered a break-down and just walked away from life for a few days. Upon contacting her doctor, she was found and is now part of a study he is conducting on RAD, a disorder known a Reactive Attachment Disorder.
And now, for other news, we go back to the station…
The End for now…
Prologue for Rubia
I am the man responsible for the captivity of two women: Roxanne and Juanita.
Roxanne was sent to my little brother in New York City.
Juanita stayed here with me and this is her story.
When these girls crossed me and stole $100,000 of my money, they sealed their fate.
Hell—that amount of money is nothing to a man in my position but it's the principle.
I am a high ranking Colombian official and being seen as weak is not an option for me.
The one thing that I never counted on was falling in love with my captive...
This is not just her story, it's mine.
I am disciplined, hard, decisive, powerful, but I am also damaged... and falling in love is NOT an option for me, or so I thought...
Rubia is available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Suzanne-Steele/e/B00C9L6YRQ
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