My hand never ceases to touch her body as I walk to her face and position my cock in front of her mouth. “Lick it all off.”
As her lips wrap around me, I watch him enter her from behind, her eyes flinching with pain.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “If you’ll take his cum too, I’ll give you another load in your mouth. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please, Master.”
I knew it.
I don’t even have to ask. It’s what she always desires … to please me.
And it will be our undoing.
As I watch him fuck her, her face turns into complete bliss, her lips eagerly coaxing me inside her mouth. Always yearning. Always needing more.
Even as he pounds her ass, she still wants more.
Even as he roars with lust, his seed jetting into her ass and dripping out of both her holes as he keeps thrusting, she still wants more.
I smile wickedly, my cock already hardening again, ready for a second time. I know she can feel my cock thickening as her eyes flash toward mine with a desperate desire for more. And I’m willing … able … equipped to handle it all. For her, we’ll fuck her until the night is over, and all she’ll remember is love, passion, pain, desire, and need.
For her, we’ll commit the ultimate sin.
So I ask her, “You ready?”
20
Marcus
When our bodies couldn’t stay standing anymore, we fell onto the bed, and made love there until one of us was too tired to continue. Soon after, both of them fell asleep, while I remained awake, vigilant, like a watcher in the night.
With one eye open and one eye closed, I pondered about what just happened. Love and need spiraled into something wickedly dirty and wrong. Something that shouldn’t have happened but did because I wanted it to.
I wanted to give her what she needed, what she begged me for … even if it meant going a few steps back. She was so happy, so pleased; the smile and excitement practically dripped off her face.
Now, she lies in his arms, cuddling close together as they sleep the night away.
I haven’t slept at all.
Not in a long while.
I’m restless.
Sick.
My head spins with possibilities and the inevitable end of our existence together.
After a few hours, I realize that no matter if I stay in bed or not, I won’t be able to sleep.
Not when I know that everything is finally falling into place.
As it should.
Still, it terrifies me to no end that she likes Daniel so much, and that he, in turn, adores her. Just from the way they hug each other during their sleep tells me enough. They want each other. More than they’re willing to admit. More than I’m willing to admit.
It’s only for the best.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as I wriggle out of bed and get up, yawning, because of the lack of energy. I feel terrible, in more ways than one, but I’m content. I couldn’t want anything more than for her to be happy, and she sure seems like it as I glance back one more time at the two cozied up together in my bed.
Smiling, I close the door behind me and let the two of them sleep.
They deserve it.
***
Ava
When I wake up, I’m snuggled in Daniel’s arms.
With a little purr, I bury myself against him, enjoying the warmth and comfort he exudes. As I lie here, feeling his body against mine, my mind floods with images from last night.
Two very different men, whom I feel so much for, fucked me on both ends at the same time.
I’m overwhelmed by emotions, my eyes tearing up as I feel more loved than ever, even though I know this kind of love is twisted.
We thrive on lust and sex. It’s the only thing I know how to do, and I do it well.
I love to please my Master, and Daniel likes me for who I am. I enjoy giving them both what they want, and in turn, they give me what I need—their affection.
I can still feel the zinging between my legs, the sizzle a reminder of their claim over me. Even though Daniel’s claim is different from my Master’s, it still feels good. While my Master owns me, Daniel has captured my heart.
I don’t know why. There’s just something about this boy … so playful and pure of heart.
And as I think of how their cocks slammed into me, all I can think of is how much I desired to scream out Daniel’s name.
Not my Master. I would never call him by his name unless he demanded it of me.
My Master whispered coyly into my ears, enticing me to the point of giving up my body to them. But my heart … it longed for more.
It’ll always long for more.
As I breathe in and out, Daniel’s eyes flutter open, and I smile when I see him yawn.
“Hey …” he murmurs.
“Hey …” I whisper back.
We look at each other, not speaking another word.
I only have to look into his eyes to know he wants to show me so much more, he wants me to know so much more. But these looks he gives me already tell tales.
“I’m … sorry about last—”
I place a finger on his lips. “Don’t apologize.”
“Right … Our Master taught you that.”
“I’m not saying it because he wants us to stop. I’m saying it because I don’t want you to feel guilty about having sex with me.”
“We used you pretty roughly,” he says, his cheeks flushing a bit.
“It’s okay,” I say, wrapping my arms around him. “I liked it.”
“You did?” He looks down at me.
“Yes … I wanted it too.”
“I felt like an animal. It was like something possessed me.”
“You just wanted me too,” I say.
He smiles at me. “You can read people so easily.”
“No. Just you and Master.”
His smile slowly disappears.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing.” He turns on his back. “I’m just wondering why this is all happening.”
“Hmm … My Master said it’s okay to feel, you know. If you feel something for me, it’s allowed.”
“He says a lot of things,” he muses, staring up at the ceiling.
“Don’t you like him?” I ask.
“I wouldn’t say like. I’d say ‘forced’ to respect.”
“Why?” I lean up. “Our Master is very kind.”
He scoffs, “Yeah, so kind that he used you last night.”
“I offered myself to him. And I didn’t hear you complain either.”
He frowns. “That’s different.”
“Tell me how.”
“He’s your Master. He owns you. You don’t get to decline.”
“I don’t want to decline.”
“But see? That’s the problem. You can’t. You could decline me, but you chose not to.”
“I couldn’t decline either of you, even if I wanted to.”
He sighs and turns his back to me. “Because he tells you to. It’s always the same. He commands, you obey.”
“Isn’t that what Masters are for?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t mean I’m happy with it.”
“Why not? I mean our Master is good to us. He treats us well. Far better than I’ve ever been treated.”
He turns around to face me again. “How were you treated then? Before you became his, I mean?”
I lean up on my elbow. “Well … I’m not allowed to talk about my previous Master…”
“Master Marcus isn’t here. He won’t know,” he says.
I look around the room and next to me. Only then do I notice Master Marcus is missing. I’d totally forgotten about him.
“Right …”
He leans back on his elbows, his chest peeking out from under the blanket. “What did your previous Master do to you? Did he treat you well?”
“No …” I avert my eyes. “When I dropped something or didn’t say thank you
, he would whip me. Oftentimes, I wouldn’t get fed because I didn’t deserve it.”
He places his hand on my cheek and caresses me softly. “You always deserve it.”
“It was my fault for breaking his rules. That’s why I was punished so often.”
“You’re wrong.” A fire blazes in his eyes, one that both scares and incites me. “It’s not your fault for being a human. Isn’t that what Master Marcus keeps telling us? We’re not at fault here. We were born human, just like them, and humans make mistakes.”
“But we’re servants.”
“They made us become servants. They put those rules in place that granted them a reason to punish us. It was wrong.” He looks me straight in the eye. “None of this is your fault. It’s theirs.”
My lips part, but I don’t know what to say, so I opt for nothing at all.
It’s quiet for some time, and Daniel continues to stare at the ceiling while I play with my hair, wondering if he’s right. I don’t understand how he knows all this. Was he treated differently where he came from? Or did he live a normal life prior to becoming a servant? Maybe that’s why I don’t understand.
“Tell me about your past,” I blurt out.
“What?” He glances at me. “You mean before I came here?”
“Yeah, tell me about your previous Mistress. Tell me about your life.”
“Oh … well …” He takes a deep breath and sighs. “My Mistress wasn’t ‘kind.’ She was cruel. She liked to play games with us. Like … dirty games, where we’d be matched up against each other, fighting over food or a bed to sleep in.”
“That sounds horrible,” I say.
“It was. They’d give us weapons to hurt each other while she watched. I can still hear her cackling laugh.” He shivers. “Oftentimes, I would win, but when Mistress had left the room, I would always share it with the others, even if it wasn’t allowed. It always ended up making me hungrier, but I didn’t care. My conscience was clear.”
“Wow …” I really don’t know what to say. It sounds too intense.
“Other times, she would demand us to have sex with each other.”
“Even with other men?”
“Anything, as long as it made her happy. If we said no, our heads would be chopped off, or worse …” He glances at me from the corner of his eye. “There were plenty of stories circling about previous servants who had their cocks chopped off.”
I make a face as bile rises up.
“I’m one of the lucky ones. Well, what you’d consider lucky, that is. I mean, yeah, I got to keep my dick, but I was only trading one evil for another. By winning so many times, I became her personal guard.” He makes quotation marks with his fingers. “I say guard, but that doesn’t necessarily mean just defending her. Yes, she needed my protection and strength as a fighter, but she also wanted to toy with me. Like a personal play doll,” he scoffs. “Insane.”
“But … I guess that’s what we were meant to become,” I say, sighing.
“No,” he says with a frown. “I don’t believe that and neither should you.”
“I don’t know any different. This is how it’s always been. Since I was little, I was taught that I was only alive to serve others.”
“There must’ve been a time where you weren’t someone’s possession,” he says, leaning back.
“Hmm … Maybe, but it was a very long time ago … I was still so young when they took me, but I can clearly remember my mom and dad as we sat around the Christmas tree. I got a dolly from Santa, and it was my only present. Then the men came and killed my mom and dad. I can still remember the doll lying on the floor as they took me from my home. It had such a beautiful purple scarf and a pink dress with matching lipstick.” My eyes glaze over as I stare at nothing. Going back in my mind isn’t something I enjoy. Just thinking about it makes me cower. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“Okay … I understand. It sounds horrible enough.”
“Yeah …” I sigh.
It’s quiet for a few seconds before he opens his mouth again. “If it makes you feel any better, I wasn’t always owned either. I think I was eight or nine when they plucked me off the streets.”
“Plucked you off the streets?” I raise a brow.
“Yeah. I was on my way to school when it happened. Stolen, only a few blocks away from school. In a van. I still remember the stench of gasoline, and to this day, it makes me puke.”
“Wait, they just took you? Just like that?”
“Just like that …” he repeats.
“Wow.”
“Yeah. My parents don’t even know. They must think I’m dead. If they’re even alive.” He shrugs, almost as if he doesn’t care, but I can tell from the way he’s rubbing his hands that he does.
“Anyway, the first thing I remember is being brought to a man who was trading people. Like goods, only they were … alive.”
“Yeah, me too …” I mumble along.
“He taught me how to fight. How to use weapons and how to defend myself. I was basically being trained, prepared, if you will, for service. And then when the time came, he sold me to my Mistress.”
“That’s so like my story, only without the weapons,” I say, muffling a laugh even though it isn’t funny at all. “I was trained to cook and clean, mostly, but to also please my Master, of course. He had many requests.”
“Yeah, exactly. They used me in more ways than one as well, especially Mistress … she sure liked the boys. The more mature, the better, even though she bought them when they were not fully grown yet.”
“How do you cope with it all?” I ask.
“Well, how do you?” he says. “I mean we all just tell ourselves that one day things will get better, right?”
“Hmm … maybe …” I mull it over a bit. “I just kept thinking that if I pleased them enough, I would finally be treated better. That’s why I always listened and always followed the rules.”
“I only follow rules so I don’t get hurt. I don’t follow them to make other people happy. I never let go of my past. I still vividly remember the day I was taken, and I force myself to remember it. Every single day, I kept telling myself: One day I will be free.”
I nod, thinking to myself that Daniel is someone to admire … I wish I had the guts to think that every day of my life as a servant. But the idea that I could lose my life over thinking, over simply wishing things would be different, always stopped me.
It turned me into a mindless drone while he still kept his mind to himself.
I envy him a little.
Suddenly, he grabs my hand and looks deep into my eyes. “One day, we will be free, Ava.”
“Free?”
“Yes. Without anyone who tells us what to do. Without rules or judgment or punishment. We’ll be able to do whatever we want, when we want.”
“I don’t even know what that is … or what to do with it.”
“Don’t worry,” he says, and he pulls me closer. “It’s really easy once you experience it. You just do whatever you can think of and let it go.”
“Let it go …”
“Just like that,” he says, smiling.
And I smile back. Not because I’m excited, or happy, but because I’m scared that if I don’t, he might take it the wrong way.
After all, he desperately wants to be free … but me? I don’t know what I want.
Which is the most terrifying thing of all.
21
Ava
The first thing we did was enjoy a bath together.
I didn’t want to go in at first because it was Master Marcus’s bath, but after some persuasion from both he and Daniel, I finally went in. I didn’t want to disappoint either of them. Master Marcus said he wanted to give us some alone time, so he’s not getting in with us, which is too bad, but I won’t go against him.
“He just coughed,” Daniel whispers.
“Shh, he’ll hear you,” I say, as Master Marcus leaves.
As Master Marcus glances a
t us while closing the door, I pretend nothing happened. I hope he’s not getting sick again.
I try not to think about it. Instead, I focus on the bath. The soap bubbles fascinate me. Daniel told me he’s been in a tub before with his Mistress, so it’s not new to him. Although, this is different, seeing as I’m not his Mistress. But he keeps gazing at me with this strange look on his face. It makes me feel relaxed. He makes me feel relaxed, and not a lot of people have been able to do that.
I pick up some of the froth and blow it at him until he’s sputtering and I’m giggling.
“Oh, you twit!” He splashes some of the water in my face, making me chortle.
“Guess I had that coming,” I say. “But this isn’t over yet!”
We splash the water back and forth until half of it has gone on the floor and we’re both soaking wet. It’s all in good fun. I like fun … and he does too, looking at his smile.
He makes a beard out of the soap and pretends he’s Master Marcus, which makes me hide a laugh behind my hand. I don’t want to laugh because I think it’s disrespectful, but I can’t help it. He’s too funny.
We’re a good match.
After we’re done playing around, I wash his back, making sure not to skip any spots, as I’m used to being diligent. Perfection was the only right thing, but Daniel doesn’t seem to mind that I take my time. I hum a little as I soap up his back, tracing the scars on his skin. They look exactly like mine, only thicker and more visible.
“How did you get these?” I ask.
“Years of training. Some are wounds from knives and guns.” I go over a big circle on his back, which must be a gunshot wound. “Others are from lashes.”
I sit back, lowering the sponge. “Lashes … They look painful.”
He turns around in the water, cupping my chin with his fingers. “It’s okay. They don’t hurt anymore. They’re just scars.”
“They’re memories too. They remind us we have to stay in line.”
He grabs my hand and takes the sponge away. “No. They remind me of what I’ve conquered, and that I’m still alive and not ready to give up yet.”
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