“Are you … massaging me?” I ask after a few seconds of pure relaxation have passed.
“Yes, Master. I thought it might relax you. You seem tense.”
I sigh and let go of all my pent-up rage and anger. Her innocence and affection affect me, to the point of feeling as if I’m on cloud nine. I stare at the glass littered across the floor and wonder what she must think of me. Does she think I’m a tyrant? Am I the master who she must please to be allowed to live? Or am I the man who she looks up to, who shows her she is just as human as he is?
I wish I could see inside her mind, but I can already imagine how cloudy it must be for her, let alone me. She’s buried so many wretched things … All because of her servitude toward the men who don’t deserve her.
I don’t deserve her.
“Stop,” I say.
“Do you not like this? I can do something else if you want. Anything,” she says.
“No.” I grab her hand before she tries to massage my scalp instead.
“What do you want then, Master?”
“I want you to stop giving me what I don’t deserve,” I say.
Her hands disappear from around my neck and she walks to my front, then drops to her knees, this time keeping her head up. At least, she doesn’t bury her head anymore. “Forgive me. I did not mean to anger you further.”
I close my eyes and sigh, thinking to myself what a giant asshole I am.
Then I lean over, grab her, and pull her up until she falls onto my lap. “Never apologize. You don’t need to.”
“May I ask why?”
“I may be your master, but I make mistakes too,” I say, brushing the strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. “And it’s always a mistake to make you do things you don’t want to do.”
“But I want to do this, for you, Master.”
“Exactly. For me. You should do things for you instead.”
She shakes her head, licking her lips. Just the tip of her tongue dipping out makes me want to lean in and kiss her. “I do this because I want to, Master. Because I want to see you happy.”
“Why?” I ask, caressing her cheek.
“Because … It makes me happy too.” Her words are spoken so softly. It’s as if she’s afraid to let them out at all.
She leans in, placing her hand on my chest, hovering close to my lips. It’s so very tempting to pull her closer and press my lips to hers. I’m dying for her affection right now. It’s the only thing that takes my mind off my obligations.
“I need … I need …” I mumble, closing my eyes.
I don’t even have to kiss her.
She does.
Her soft, plump lips massage mine so gently, it makes me hunger for her. Her touch is delicate, like an angel breathing life into me. Her mouth alone has the ability to daze me. Tantalizing. Graceful. Kisses that are feather light, just as she is. And she’s giving them to me of her own free will.
But why?
I have done nothing, nothing to deserve this.
Which means she’s only doing it because she thinks she must.
I grab her arms and unlock my desperate lips from hers. She looks bewildered as I set her down on the ground and get up with a raging boner in my pants. I have to resist taking her.
“What’s wrong, Master?” she asks.
“Go to your room,” I say.
“Are you not happy with what I do, Master?” she asks.
“No, it’s fine, but …” I sigh again. There is no way I can explain this to her. Especially her; out of all people. “I just need to lie down for a bit.”
I pull myself out of the situation before it can get out of hand.
“Do you need me for anything?” she asks, still walking after me.
“What I need is an escape,” I mumble as I enter my room. I don’t know why I say it. It just sort of flew out at the moment. I sit down on my bed while she stands in the doorway, rubbing her lips together. I wonder if she savors my taste.
Stop it.
Don’t you dare think about it.
“I can give you one.”
She pulls on the ribbon that’s around her neck and lets it fall to the ground. Her hand disappears behind her back and a zipper is pulled, her dress peeled away ever so slowly. I swallow away the lump in my throat watching her.
“Let me give you what you need, Master.”
Oh, fuck me.
Those words undo me. They bring out the sinner inside me.
Even if it goes against every fiber of my being. Against all morals and judgment.
I want her so fucking much.
And I won’t be able to resist for much longer.
6
Ava
I attempt to come near him, but he growls, “Don’t.”
“But … is it not what you want?” I ask.
The dress drops to the floor. His eyes admire my naked body like a common magpie gazes at diamonds. As if I am something precious, something to behold. My fragile, small frame isn’t something special, but to him … it feels like I am more than just any girl. My nipples instantly turn taut from the way he looks at me.
But then he shakes his head and says, “Go. Leave me.” He closes his eyes, probably forcing himself not to look.
“I know this is what you want. You’ve kissed me. You’ve had an erection.”
“Just because I have doesn’t mean it’s right,” he snaps.
I look down at the ground. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
I bite my lip. “Because I’ve made you angry.”
“No … it’s not your fault. I’m just having some difficulties with … my arousal.”
“But why won’t you let me give you what you need?”
“Because it’s wrong,” he says.
“You said it was okay to feel,” I say, and I close the door behind me.
“Yes, and I stand by it.”
“Then why does it feel like you don’t want me?”
My eyes rise to meet his in a desperate attempt to connect with him. I feel sad. Sad that he doesn’t give in to what he wants. Sad because I feel like it’s my fault. Like I can’t give him what he needs … And I want to be able to do just that. I owe it to him.
“I do want you. You don’t even know how badly,” he says.
My heart flutters when he finally admits it. “But why do you resist?”
He frowns. “Because I am not that kind of master. I know you’re only offering yourself because I own you and not because of what you truly feel or want. You do it because you were taught to submit. To give in to all my needs. Like a servant.”
“But I am not your servant,” I mumble, clearly remembering what he said earlier. “You said it yourself.”
I’m breaking all the rules by going against him. By lowering my panties and exposing my naked self. But he doesn’t need to ask or make any demands. I will give him what he needs by my own choice.
His eyes zoom in on my pussy immediately, and he briefly bites his lip, arousal flashing on his face. And then he looks away again.
“No, you’re not my servant.” He breathes out a sigh.
Why is he resisting, even though this is what he wants? I want it too. There is no reason to keep fighting. “But I am yours, Master.”
He snaps, “Why? Why would you want to be? I have done nothing for you.”
“You took me in and gave me … feelings. Words.” I suck in a breath. “I’ve never had the luxury to feel anything. Let alone talk without permission.”
It may seem odd to some, but to me … words and feelings are like I’ve been given all the freedom there is.
He rubs his face with his hands. “Well, I’m glad at least I could give you something.”
“Let me give back to you. I am grateful that you are my new Master.” I step forward and push aside his hands, holding onto one. Standing between his legs, I bring his hand to my breast.
“I am yours.”
His
lips part. “By your own free will?”
He licks his lips as the palm of his hand gently kneads me, and I can feel that same thump between my legs. My pussy responds to his touch and makes me crave him. And I can tell from the way he looks at me with hunger in his eyes that he craves me too. It’s as if his mind has gone to blank the moment I placed his hand on my body. Like he’s finally giving himself permission to touch me.
“I am always yours,” I repeat. It’s the truth. My Master owns me. I am his. Nothing will change this fact, and it’s all I’ve ever known. It is also the reason why I need to do this. Why I need him to touch me and take from me what he needs. It means I belong to him.
“Please …”
I beg him.
I beg him to take me.
I beg him because I need it. Because it’s all I’ve ever known. Because I feel incomplete without giving my Master what he needs.
“I can’t …” he mutters, his brows furrowed, but his resolve is waning.
“Please … I need this,” I whisper. “I need my Master because my Master needs me.”
I need to please him … or else I won’t feel good about myself.
He lets out a breath and then wraps his arms around my naked body and takes in a whiff of my scent. He rests his head below my breasts, caressing my scarred back with his fingers.
“Say it again,” he murmurs.
“I am yours, Master. Please … take me.”
He plants a kiss on my belly, gripping me tight and pulling me closer, his hunger insatiable. “You make me want to commit a sin, Ava.”
“But Master, it’s not a sin if we both want it,” I mutter.
It goes against everything I’ve been taught to say ‘but’ to my Master, but I feel like it’s exactly what he needs to hear right now.
His lips are everywhere—on my belly, my breasts, my nipples. As he sucks, I hiss and suck on my lip, my pussy pulsing. He nibbles gently, tugging on my nipple until a moan escapes my mouth. His nails dig into my back as he holds me close, my body ready for him.
“You have no idea how much I’ve already sinned,” he whispers against my skin. “But I will claim what’s mine now.”
He proceeds to kiss my collarbone and neck, leaving delicious red marks everywhere, marking me as his. Finally, he stakes his claim. Finally, I can give my Master something he truly needs. And even though I barely know who he is, I know the very basic animalistic needs must always be met. And I am willing. Able. Needy for a Master who will make me feel like I’m in the right place: by his side, as an obedient servant.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, his tongue circling my nipple. “So innocent. So perfectly submissive. You’ll be my undoing.”
I don’t know what he means with that last word and why he thinks I will be his undoing, but I will do my best to be whatever he desires … Because that’s my reason for existing in this world.
It’s why I want him to take me. Because it gives me a purpose. There is a meaning to my life if I can give it to another.
“Do you still believe I am mad at you?” he asks.
“No, Master.”
“Good because I want to show you how much I need you, even though I don’t deserve you. I want you to know how important you are.”
He leaves a trail of kisses all the way down to my pussy until he reaches my clit, making me gasp.
“Your pleasure is just as important as mine,” he murmurs, licking me.
I mewl with excitement, unable to keep the sounds at bay as he kisses me there.
He nudges my legs apart and I comply willingly, overwhelmed by the sensations I’m feeling.
“Have you ever been licked before?” he asks.
“No, not as soft as you are doing it, Master.”
He circles my clit and expertly rolls around his tongue between my slit, making me quake on my feet.
“Hmm … so no one has ever made you come this way?”
“No, Master.”
He looks up at me from under his lashes, a hint of arousal in his eyes, and he whispers, “There’s a first for everything.”
“I am yours to do with what you please, Master,” I say, my whole body liquefying from the way he looks at me. Possessive. Greedy.
“This isn’t for me, Ava. This is for you. I want to make you feel good,” he murmurs, and he dives straight back in.
He … he wants to make me feel good?
Oh, God. I’ve never heard that before. It brings tears to my eyes.
They quickly evaporate as he licks me more vehemently, teasing me with his tongue. Energy builds as I struggle to breathe and stay standing, but his grip is firm as he holds me in place. I can feel the heat rising throughout my body, my nipples tightening from the tension building inside me. I don’t recognize this feeling that I experience, the growing lust pooling between my legs.
“You taste so good …” He groans and shoves his tongue up my pussy, making me gasp for air. “Spread your legs.”
I do what I’m told and spread as far as I can without falling. “Hold onto me,” he says, so I place my hands on his shoulders while I quiver with need.
I don’t know why he’s doing this. Why he’s so good to me when I am only his submissive. I am nothing without him, yet he makes me feel like he would be nothing without me either.
“Fuck, you’re so sinful,” he murmurs, licking up my juices. “Come for me, Ava. Come over my tongue.”
“I don’t …” I gasp. “I don’t know how.”
“Yes, you do. Just let it go.”
Before, I’ve always only been told to come, been pounded until I came, or smacked with whatever device to the point of coming. But I’ve never been licked so sweetly. It’s as if he’s caressing me with his tongue. I’m used to roughness, not this … this is too good for me.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I say, knowing that I failed to come when he told me to.
“There’s no rush,” he whispers. “Just let go at the moment. Come when you feel the pressure rising and leap over the edge.”
The buildup is enormous, and as he tells me to, I let my expectations go and live in the moment. Without the fear, without the pain, coming turns out to be a lot harder. But also a lot more arousing.
Wetness drips down my legs and he eagerly licks every drop. His tongue brings me close, so close; I can almost feel it. My pussy thumps with pleasure it’s never felt before, and for a moment, I feel like I might explode. My nails dig into his shoulder, as I’m nearing the edge. I can feel it coming, and then out of nowhere, I fly.
And it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.
I unravel in front of him, letting go of all my inhibitions, my fears, and my past. I feel free. Light as a feather. Filled with nothing but butterflies while drifting on a pink cloud.
And then I fall … fall into his arms, nails scratching down his shoulder, releasing their grip. My legs collapse underneath me, but his hands catch me just in time. With a smile on his face, he sets me down on his lap, scoots back until my body can rest on the bed, and then he lies beside me.
I breathe out slowly, trying to calm myself down, but nothing can stop the tears from welling up in my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing, Master. Nothing is wrong. It’s just … too good.” I smile at him.
He cocks his head and brings his hand to my face, caressing my cheek. “Then why are you crying?”
“I just feel so … overwhelmed. Joyful. My body is buzzing, Master.” I turn toward him and put my hand under my cheek. “Thank you.”
His lips were parted, but he closes his mouth and lies silently next to me. My eyes drift down toward his pants, which are clearly tented, so I huddle closer to him and press a kiss to his cheeks.
“I want to give you what you need too,” I say.
My hand slides down his body and I grip his hard-on, which bounces from my touch. He sucks in a breath as I start rubbing it.
“You don’t have to …” he whispers.
“But I want to, Master.”
I lean in and kiss him on the side of his lips. Then another. And another … until he turns his head toward me, closes his eyes, and kisses me. He holds my cheek as his mouth explores mine, his lips mesmerizing. His kisses are addictive, so soft and sweet. No one’s ever kissed me like this before. It makes me wonder why he’s not like my old Master who frequently took without remorse.
Take. Take. Take. It’s all I’ve ever known.
But he … he refuses to take from me unless I give.
So I do. I open my mouth and let him in, his tongue eagerly dipping in to lick the roof of my mouth. And even though I am naked and he is not, I feel safe and enwrapped in his warmth.
The more I kiss him, the harder his cock becomes, as does his breathing. His hands grip my body and pull me even closer, pushing me into his thighs. He moans into my mouth and lets his hands roam across my breasts, tugging and teasing my nipples until they harden. Every touch entices him, makes his cock bob with desire. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him, but then he turns me around so I lie on my back, and he crawls on top of me.
“Fuck me … I want you so fucking badly,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Then take me, Master,” I say. “Make me yours.”
After leaving a final kiss and licking his lips, he reaches for the drawer in the stand next to me and fishes out a condom, which he rips open with his teeth. As he pulls down his zipper and takes his cock from his boxer shorts, I can’t help but be amazed at how appetizing it looks. So young and virile. Like a force to be reckoned with.
He rolls the condom down his length and continues kissing me again, planting them all over my face and body until it makes me smile brightly. When I feel his tip at my entrance, I spread my legs wider like I’m used to, allowing him full access. I don’t resist as he grabs my arms and pulls them above my head, pinning my wrists to the mattress. I never resist.
But he enters me so slowly that it makes me frown.
“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” he asks.
“No, no, Master. Not at all.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He presses a kiss to my forehead as he slides in further.
“I’m just not … used to this, Master,” I add.
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