Page 41 of Thorns Laced In Blood

“It’s not my belly that's hungry, Master,” I whispered into his ear with my fingers curling around his nape.

His hard length began to poke my thigh, and I almost laughed. He knew what I wanted and how I needed it. He didn't treat me like a fragile victim but tormented me until I was a sopping mess. He scrubbed away my past with new and exciting memories with each interaction.

“You tempting little minx. I will feed you my dick once you've eaten,” he grumbled.

I closed my eyes and held him tight with Bear squashed between us. Master would keep all his promises to me. The first person I could believe in after my dad died. Parts of him were broken, too, but perhaps we could become whole together.

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“What are these?” I asked when he put the plate down.

There were sticky chunks of salmon with rice beneath it and slices of avocado with flat green beans that I’d never seen before.

“Edamame beans. They are good for you,” he said, setting the glass bottle of water down before pulling the large cork out.

“And the seeds?” I asked, noticing the tiny white seeds.

“Sesame seeds,” he said as he sat next to me.

The food was on a platter for us to share, but he lifted the first forkful, and I automatically opened my mouth—sweet, spicy, salty fish with the fresh avocado cutting into it. The beans didn't taste like anything, but the warm, fluffy rice felt like comfort food. I watched him take a bite.

“Can you teach me how to cook? I don't know how to do anything,” I said with a frown.

My mother’s drug and alcohol habit barely left any food in the house. I never had a phone, let alone a computer or tablet. All those stolen years in his basement—

“I’ll teach you anything you want. We can do some online shopping. You need more clothes. Hmm. Maybe a laptop. Do you like to read?” he asked, holding a loaded fork for me.

I opened my mouth, remembering the tattered, worn spines of the few books he left me. The word 'shopping' should've thrilled me. Instead, my chest tightened. Seven years of basement air still clogged my lungs sometimes.

“I...don't know what I like,” I said, but the burden of my confession weighed down on my shoulders, pushing them down.

His thumb swiped my lower lip, catching a sesame seed.

“We'll figure it out,” he said, licking the seed off his thumb.

His solution was simple and absolute. I straightened my back and picked up my fork to feed him, enjoying the look of surprise on his face. His eyes devoured me as he parted his lips for me while I swallowed the lump in my throat at the possessive devotion in his eyes. My hand began to tremble, but he released the fork and held my hand until the tremors stopped.

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I rubbed my belly, watching him race around the bedroom to gather his instruments of torture. He cut our walk short because I couldn't keep my hands off him. Bear sat between our pillows, and I smiled at him before placing him face down on my nightstand. This was one X-rated encounter he wouldn't be witnessing.

I climbed off the bed and removed my T-shirt, folding it to leave it on top of Bear before I knelt on the floor. If anyone deserved my deference, it was Saul. This was my devotion to my Master.

When he looked up, his search led him to the floor. His slow, wicked smile spread across his lips, and his eyes darkened with a predatory look. I inched my legs open wider—a silent challenge.

“What an obedient slave I have,” he drawled as he walked over to me, tossing everything onto the bed.

He tugged his T-shirt off with a single movement before pushing his black joggers down, revealing his hard cock. I glanced up at him, waiting for permission and ignored the burning need to touch myself.

His hand clenched his thick cock, rubbing it up and down. My hungry eyes followed the movement, watching as he continued until a glistening clear drop began to form. I shuffled my legs when my pussy responded by growing wet.

“I have a playroom in the loft, Maeve,” he said, bringing his cock to my lips.

I licked my dry lips before licking his precum off the shining pink tip of his cock, savouring his taste, but he pulled it away from me. I blinked as my brain fired up.

“Playroom, Master?” I asked.

“It’s a room designed solely for sex. It hasn't been broken in properly,” he said as he wanked his cock until more precum oozed out.

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