Page 26 of Thicker Than Blood

They had a nineteen-year gap between them, but when I thought of their time together, it was full of love and laughter. Our West African heritage was never an issue for Christos, but when we went on holidays, I would notice some people would stare.

Their love might have been beautiful in my young eyes, but it was built on the back of someone else’s marriage. Had Christosdone the right thing by one woman, I wouldn’t be in Stefanos’s sight. My sister and mum would be safe.

What a tangled web it was.

“You’re young, sweetheart, full of ideals but as you go through life you will realise there are events that don't fit in the criterion of right or wrong,” she said before she placed the chopping board over the pot, sliding them off with the long knife. “Sometimes you live in shades of darkness and sometimes in the light.”

If only she knew what shade I was living in. Pitch fucking black.

“No one is perfect,” she said with a sigh.

I changed the subject because I didn't want to think of what I was willing to do should my Master ask me. I don't know how my mother remained the ‘other’ woman for so many years, sharing a married man, it wasn't something I would be able to stomach.

When Jason cheated on me, I was furious and hurt, and there was no way I would have been able to take him back. I’d thought about Cora Karalis ever since I was in Greece.

How did she not know her husband had another life for over twenty years?

???

The driver came to pick me up at six o’clock promptly. I was outside waiting for him since I didn't know what kind of mood Master would be in when I returned to him. My mum was suspicious about my ‘new job’ but I insisted that I was needed for a project that was time-sensitive.

There was much of Christos in Alcina and while I spent time with her today I realised there were similarities between her and her half-brother. Perhaps in another lifetime, they could be siblings. In this one, she had me.

“Mr Karalis is waiting for you in the playroom,” Keith said as I got out of the car.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, embarrassed that Keith knew about the playroom.

My stomach lurched, knowing it couldn't be a good omen for my ass. I nodded to Keith and bolted to the front door, finding it open. My shoes tapped along the wooden flooring before I reached the staircase. I made quick work of the first two floors and slowed my pace for the third leading to the playroom, torturing myself with the image of him caning my ass. I still had a few marks left from the last one.

On the final step before reaching the landing, my foot almost faltered. I considered running away, but with nowhere to hide, I stared at the playroom door, cautiously edging towards it. Since the caning, he hasn’t punished me. He continues to humiliate me by walking me in the garden, forcing me to pee outside, using my back as a footstool and playing with his cum on the floor every morning before my breakfast. My cheeks burned thinking about licking and tonguing his ass.

Master was nasty, but here I was ready and willing to be his dog again—the only excitement in my otherwise uneventful life.

I pushed the handle down and opened the door to the playroom, pausing when the lighting was dim. When I entered the room I saw that the blinds were closed and the small side lamps on the wall were lit. My eyes searched and found him sitting on the S-shaped fuck couch.

He wore his signature dark suit with a white shirt. There was a glass of scotch in his hand, and I heard the ice swirling around it as he swirled it. I took a step toward him but his voice cut into the silence, freezing me on the spot.

“Remove your clothes before you enter, Skýla,” he said with his cold voice matching the air of hostility in the room while his eyes moved over my clothes with a look of distaste.

I made quick work of removing my jacket, jeans and shoes. I lay everything in a neat pile before shimmying my knickers down and reaching behind me to unhook my bra. My breasts felt more comfortable without my bra. Although I didn’t miss the constricting dog mask after having my hair free all day.

“Crawl,” he said, the single word made me drop to my hands and knees.

I crawled across the room until I reached his feet. He crossed his legs and his black polished shoe swung in the air. I glanced at his shoe's sole, seeing it look relatively new, and wondered how many pairs he had in his walk-in closet.

“How was your first monthly visit?” he asked, taking a long, slow sip from his drink.

“It was good, Master, thank you,” I murmured, answering his question without my animal sound effect since I doubted he would decipher my barking.

“Hmph,” he grunted before barking out his order. “Attention.”

I instantly jumped upright into the pose without thought and saw Master’s smirk. He reached beside him, and I noticed my dog collar, mask, tail, paws, and a white and blue tube of lube.

He placed both feet on the floor before he placed the thick leather collar around my neck, buckling it in place, twisting it around until I felt the silver metal loop at the front. The gloveswere next and then the mask, which didn’t feel as bad as I thought it would. It was my hiding space.

“Asshole,” he said and I turned away from him before bending down and moving my ass toward him, placing my hands on the floor. “Face on the floor, lift that ass in the air.”

I followed his instructions but this time my pussy fluttered. In my sick twisted head it didn’t matter that I was becoming his bitch again after a few hours of acting like a human. I was more focused on the impending pleasure or pain, but hopefully, it would be both.

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