Page 52 of Enslaved

I felt him moving toward me. Heat came off him as he stopped. A finger traced up my spine. “I’ve waited an eternity for this moment. God, I could come just from the sight of you kneeling here like a good girl. Like my good girl. But even though you are being good now…you were very, very bad.” He leaned down, his breath tickled my ear moving wisps of hair, “did you think I would forget your punishment for leaving me tied up in my bed?”

I shivered, feeling hot and cold. My heart thumped, as I waited for his next move. Where would he touch me next? Would it be pleasurable, or one laced with pain?

He knelt behind me, taking me by surprise. I felt both the warm slide of his tongue on the side of my neck and the hot steel with its wet tip pressing into my lower back. I moaned, wanting to taste him again. His hands slid down my chest, tugged each nipple as his tongue continued to slide over my skin. “Ah, Christos,” I gasped as one hand slid between my curls, to tease me. Still kneeling, I spread my knees further apart, inviting him to take more.

“I’m not Christos, in here. You know how to address me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smacked my ass. “Try again.”

“Yes…master.”

“There it is, my dove.” He rewarded me by rubbing my clit, kissing the nape of my neck while letting his cock, dripping with pre-cum, rest on me.

“I want you like no other. Can that be enough for now?”

Stunned by his raw honesty, I turned my head, my lips falling on his forearm. “It is…just please let me touch you. Let me in…” Our eyes met, mine pleaded with his to give me something, anything.

“There’s nothing to let you into.”

Confused, I tried to turn around to face him fully. But his tan hands held me firm. “Ah. My sweet pet. We’ve broken every rule. This isn’t a place for words, only for our bodies to give each other pleasure and pain.”

He pulled back from my ear, his large hand moving over my back, down to cup my ass. The loud stinging slap took me by surprise even if my mind knew it was probably coming.

“Do you have to do this?”

His answer was another smack.

I tried to be submissive. I did. But he didn’t break my spirit as much as we both had thought. My hands curled into fists by my side; I felt the air move at my back as he raised his hand again.

“No.” I stood up, quickly racing to the other side of the room. “You think you’ve broken me, turned me into some pet,your dove,” I spat. “But I know who I am Christos! JESSIE MONTGOMERY from SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA! I won’t let you take my self-worth, my identity, or try to confuse me into accepting any of this!” My hands grabbed anything I could, throwing item after item at his head.

In the middle of my tirade, the sight of him standing completely naked, dodging left then right, as the objects I threw sailed past him hitting the wall made my toes curl and my tummy clench.

He was glorious.

Utterly and devastatingly glorious as he watched silently, saying nothing as I tore his room apart.

“Are you done?”

“Not even close!”

He crossed his arms. I was breaking shit left and right, while he just stood there; emotionless. It enraged me further. “Come near me, and I’ll hurt you.” The whip I picked up from a desk cracked as I smacked it against the floor.

“Fuck, I’m so hard for you. My little dove has turned into a tigress, eh?”

He came straight at me; I raised the whip high, he grabbed my wrist before I could land a lash against his muscular back.

“I’m on fire for you. Feel it.” His hand gripped my wrist, about to snap the bone if I didn’t comply. My hand was brought down to feel him, all hard, hot and ready to go. My teeth sank into my lower lip; god help me, I wanted this monster inside me, right now.

The whip fell from my hand, as he picked me up, hooked my legs around his waist, deposited me on a desk and let the steel rod between his legs tease my entrance.

“Admit what you want.”

My eyes raised to his in defeat, “I want you, master. Right here—,” I touched myself, then wet the tip of him with my own need.

His nostrils flared, “how you please me. I can’t ever let you go. No one. There’s never been anyone else who does this to me,glykiá mou.”

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