Page 33 of The Filth Kings

“Yes, Master.” My eyes fluttered.

“Communication is very important, if I go too far, and you need me to ease up, you simply say ‘ease’; you want me to stop, you say ‘stop’; there are no safe words other than ‘ease’ or ‘stop’. No drawn-out handwritten contracts. You cannot sue me. You will have a hard time proving that I’m wealthy because I have no bank accounts or anything else in my name…oh, and my fingertips were burnt when I was a child so legally, I have no social security number. I’m not even considered a being counted in the statistics either.” He smirked.

All the hotness left my body. I replayed everything he just said and wanted to know more. Who the fuck burns their child fingertips, and why?

“Don’t ask questions, when the answers are too heavy for you to accept.” He released my chin.

“I don’t like when you look away from me. When I talk, you maintain eye contact at all times.” He continued.

“I want you to fall apart in my hands. Every cell in your body should crave me.”

“Will you tie me up?” I asked, feeling back hot all over again.

“That’s role play, don’t go searching up the whole BDSM thing. You’ll grow confused. I do shit differently, and there’s a reason why,” he stated.

“Will you ever tell me the reason behind why you do things so differently. I know that you’ve been through a lot, if we are friends after all of this…I want to know,” I said to him cautiously.

“I may not ever tell you why…you’ll never understand it because I never understood.” He dropped his eyes away from mine for a couple of seconds.

I stood in front of him, watching him. Silence hung between us and it felt unyielding like it was made out of something that was heavier than words. I eyed the way his shoulders hunched as if the world had collapsed on him. Monni probably observed me but didn’t realize that I had observed him just as much. I was going to agree to him dominating me, because I wanted to draw closer to him.

I noticed the small things first about him although he appeared dark and evil to people who haven’t got to have a conversation with him. I noticed that his hands fidgeted a lot, and when he thought I wasn’t looking, I also noted the way he twisted at the hem of his shirts. When we ate together his fingers would tap in a restless rhythm against the table.

The tightness of his jaw, and the way his muscles twitched with a strain of what looked like an internal battle. His eyes were always dark and distant, which made me believe that mentally he wasn’t present all the time. It wasn’t Monni’s anger or pain that bothered me the most but the emptiness that was evident inside of him when he looked at me.

There were cracks in his spirit, invisible to most but to me they glared loudly. I could sense the quiet desperation in him. He felt like he didn’t belong, he felt like he was worthless, it would take him time to lower the walls of stone that he built around himself for mere protection. Monni was a puzzle of fragments, pieces of himself scattered and lost in the wreckage of everything that had hurt him in the past.

My heart swelled but not with pity, it was raw empathy. I would keep my quiet understanding to a minimum. I was afraid of the darkness in him because I could see that it wasn’t permanent.

“How about we start all this after tomorrow. I actually came in here to tell you that tomorrow I need to go see my best friend and spend time with her. She needs me,” I stated softly, wanting to say more.

I had it bad, running my mouth, giving up too much information from all the rambling that I did. Monni looked down at me with a glint of recognition passing through his eyes.

“So you don’t want to test it out? You don’t want me to allow you cum? All over my tongue and dick,” he said as he bit down into his bottom lip.

“I guess we can test?—”

“Strip.” His eyes flared.

“Yes, Master.”

“No words, just actions.” He stated as he took steps backward.

I quickly lifted my sweatshirt over my head and let it fall right next to my ankles. I unclasped my bra from the front and dropped that, then took in a slow steady breath to relax my frazzled nerves. Monni wanted to test somethings out concerning him having full control over my pleasure, which meant that I had to release all of my control and let him hold all of the power.

I stepped out of my shoes then pulled my leggings along with my panties down and then stepped out of them.

“On the bed, legs spread wide for me.” He demanded.

I moved on wobbly legs but maintained as I made my way over to his bed. Monni dropped his towel and got alongside of me, he dipped his knee into the mattress then leaned in close to talk directly into my ear.

“You need to relax, okay?”

I nodded my head and released the breath that I was holding. He slid his hand from the nape of my neck down to the center of my breasts. He retracted his hands quickly. My clit was on fire, my nipples ached to be touched.

“Pull your knees up a little, keep that pretty pussy on display for me.”

I did what he said then gasped when his mouth suctioned both of my pussy lips into his warm mouth.

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