Page 28 of Thorns Laced In Blood

Master stood at the entrance, his polished shoes gleaming under the dim light. He scrutinised me, his gaze lingering on theway my hands shook. Then, slowly, he closed the door behind him. The keys slipped back into his pocket.

“My, my, my,” he drawled, tilting his head.“Look at you. Like a dog waiting for scraps.”

I nodded, my eyes darting to his pocket.

“Pathetic,” he sighed, crouching to my level. His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.“You’d lick the floor for a taste, wouldn’t you?”

I swallowed hard.

“Go on,” he murmured, releasing me with a shove.“Ask nicely.”

“Please,” I said, but my voice cracked.

“Please…?”

“Please, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

A slow smile curled his lips. My breath hitched as his hand dipped into his pocket.

“Ah—ah. Get on the bed and offer your holes to me first. Let me see how much youreallywant it.”

I jumped up and scurried to the bed. My heart raced in anticipation of my next pill. I lay on the bed, but I faced him, spreading myself open and staring at him as he walked toward me. His eyes were focused on my pussy, so I began to rub myself, placing my heels on the edge of the bed. I pushed three fingers inside, moving them in and out, watching him tug his tie off before he pulled his zip down.

“Tsk. Look how used you've become. Like a stretched-out toy no one wants anymore,” he said, making me pause. “Open wider. Spread your arse for me. Offer me that tight, warm hole.”

I moved my hands around my legs to grip my flesh and pulled as hard as I could until I felt the painful stretch in my flesh. Nothing mattered, only my next fix.

“Yes, doll. Oh, my. Almost perfect,” he said, reaching over me to place Bear beside my head. “That’s better.”

He removed his jacket, tossing it on the bed.

“How about two pills and no lube?” he said, palming my breasts together. “Would you like that, doll?”

I began to shake but nodded my head. He straightened to dig a hand in his trouser pocket, and I eagerly opened my mouth. He dropped the pills into my mouth, and I quickly gulped them down, ignoring the edges poking against my throat as I swallowed several times until they vanished.

He spat in his palm and rubbed it over the tip of his cock.

“What do you say, doll?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, relaxing on the bed, rubbing my face into Bear’s fur.

That night, I screamed, cried and begged for more. More pain, more humiliation and more of my Daddy’s cock. I was lost.

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I blinked awake, my skin slick with sweat. Something was wrong. The heat wasn't just from the stifling basement. It was from him. Master lay beside me, his bare chest rising and falling in sleep, one arm draped possessively over my waist.

The door. He never locked the door.

I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle my breathing, which had turned ragged and loud in my ears. This had never happened before.

Was it a test, a trap, a cruel game where the punishment would be worse if I failed? Was it a game of cat and mouse, the one I never won?

My gaze darted to the pile of his clothes on the table—his shirt, his belt, and, half-buried in the fabric, the knife. The blade caught the dim light, glinting like a dare. My blood dried on it tonight and countless times before.

Six months? Six years? How long until he got bored? My future had been set in stone by him. I’d end up like the girls before me or the girl I watched him drain the life out of. The one he killed while he rutted me like a beast.

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