Page 12 of Thicker Than Blood

He tugged at the chains attached to my nipples before he bent down to lick my clamped nipple, lifting my breast to his mouth. I gasped at the pain before the rush of pleasure inched in as he toyed with my nipples. The chains were attached to my collar. His hand wandered down my belly before his fingers fluttered over my pussy, teasing me with his light touches until I started to pant in my mask.

“Mia tóso ygrí, mikrí skýla,” he said in Greek before he pushed his fingers inside my pussy.Such a wet, little bitch.

I clutched at his jacket, wondering what he said in Greek, but when he began to drive his fingers in and out of me, I gasped. It had been so long since I felt any desire to have sex.

“Kneel over me and ride my fingers like a good little bitch,” he said pulling his fingers out to smear them over my lips.

I moved over him with my knees on either side of him. As I straddled him I realised my breasts were close to his mouth. His hand touched my inner thigh, breaking my focus from his lips. I panted beneath the mask as Master pushed his fingers inside of me.

“Push yourself down and swallow my fingers up, bitch,” he said with a cruel smile.

I closed my eyes, pushing myself onto his fingers until he shoved them inside me, painfully stretching me out. My eyes flew open and I saw the malice in his eyes as he continued to force all of his fingers deep inside me.

“Move that cunt hole and fuck them,” he said.

I gripped his shoulders and started to move my hips up and down. His hand gripped my ass, helping me move.

“Do you enjoy having your cunt stuffed full with my fingers?” he drawled while I was panting and riding his fingers.

I nodded my head, pausing to feel the stretch again. It had been too long, but he suddenly withdrew his hand and held his wet fingers before my mouth. He left me wet and aching but I couldn't say a word.

“Lick it all off,” he said as the car began to slow down.

I sucked each individual finger into my mouth, sucking and rubbing my tongue around each digit until his hand was clean. By the time I was finished, the driver was parking the car, and Stefanos began to attach the snout onto my mask to cover my mouth and nose. He patted the seat beside him and I moved off his lap to sit beside him.

“Put your cloak on. We are here,” he said.

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The venue turned out to be a sex club of some sort. I was relieved of my shoes and cloak upon entry and Master led me by the leash while I crawled behind him. There were various couples and groups all dressed differently, but the submissive party was always recognisable by posture or costume.

I was grateful for the dog mask because I was naked in front of so many people and I could feel their eyes on me. Master stopped to greet a few people while I sat by his feet waiting for him. My ears pricked up when someone asked if he was willing to share his pet. When Master declined I touched his foot, grateful he wasn't sharing me with random men. The thought had never occurred to me.

Master didn't appear to be in a good mood, which didn't bode well for me. He was brooding, his communication with others was short, and the way he yanked at my leash almost made me face plant the floor a few times.

“Look at the arse on that pet dog,” I heard someone say. “Imagine flogging it.”

“Karalis is one lucky bastard. I would love to get my hands on that sub.”

Master paused momentarily before dragging me away at a furious pace. We went towards the main door, but instead of leaving, Master pulled me through a hallway with various doors. He pushed open a door and I followed him in and swallowed at the various equipment and instruments of torture that lay within it. The air in the room became thicker and I took long, slow breaths beneath my mask.

“It seems that people can sense the filthy little whore living inside of you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous voice.

How was I responsible for what other people thought or said while he dragged me around naked with a tail stuck in my arse? Make it make sense.

“And you're not even sorry,” he drawled, making me freeze before I crouched down and lowered my arms and head. “Too little and too late.”

I didn't move from my pose because I was guilty no matter what I did next in his head. His shoes clicked on the floor, the sound growing closer until it stopped. The silence grew louder and I could feel the static of his anger prickle my skin. I kept my eyes lowered, fixed to the ground, but the way he loomed over me, his silence was worse than his words.

He wanted to make me beg and plead, but for what?

“I’m sorry, Master,” I whispered when the silence continued to linger.

A part of me, small and shameful, thrilled at his dominance in the car. The way he reduced me to a trembling bundle of nerves. That thrill was fleeting in the wake of his displeasure. Now, he used his dominance to instil terror rather than pleasure. I winced as I thought of all the instruments around us that he could use on me. My imagination ran wild conjuring horrors each more vivid than the last until I couldn't bear it any longer.

“Master,” I whimpered, reaching for his feet but he stepped back and I glanced up at him.

The mask impeded my view of his face but I didn't dare to lift my head off the floor. My heart raced erratically when he didn't respond.

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