Page 89 of Deviant

But I have to do this.

I need to do this.

I want him to believe me.

I want him to tell me that I’ve been good, that he’s proud of me, that I’m his perfect pet now.

And more than that, I want him to let me out of this room, I want him to grant me his time, his attention, his everything.

I plunge my fingers into my pussy. Even I hear the squelch and the gasp I make is undeniable. I spread my arousal, covering my entire pussy with it, despite the fact that it was already drenched.

Master has almost always been cruel when he touches me, but I want to show him now how I’d do it, how I make myself come.

And I can see he’s watching, I can see he’s taking in every touch, every twist, every second that I massage my clit.

I throw my head back, moaning louder, and the sound helps, the sound normalises this.

I’m so wet I must be making a pool beneath me, but perhaps that helps my cause too, because I can hardly fake such a reaction, can I?

I rock my hips, I work myself up into a frenzy, under his piercing gaze.

And all the while he’s stood, motionless, still as a statue, as if I’m not putting on the very performance of my life.

When I come, I come hard. I come screaming like a thing possessed. My legs kick out. My body jerks with so much pent-up frustration, with so much desperation, too.

And then Islump down, I collapse onto the padded floor, panting, heaving, not daring to do anything now.

Master reaches down, picks me up, and I cling to his body as he does the one thing I’ve been dreaming of, and he carries me out.

I don’t know if this is the end, I don’t know if he’s simply going to feed me and then return me, but right now, he’s touching me, his skin is against mine and I need it so desperately.

I shut my eyes, I curl up into his body, not giving a damn where I am, where we’re going. What the rest of this day may involve.

We’re backin his wing of the house. The scene beyond the window is breathtaking.

A perfectly manicured lawn glistens with morning dew.

As Master puts me down on my feet, it takes a second for me to stop the shaking. Around us, are a handful of servants, all dressed in that same identical uniform, all keeping their eyes straight ahead.

I’m still naked, still wearing nothing except the collar but I don’t shy, I don’t even try to hide myself. I guess I learnt that lesson too, didn’t I?

Master dismisses them with the wave of his hand, and then he pours himself a drink, knocks it back and takes a seat on an antique couch that looks far more like a throne.

As he stares at me once more, I chew my lip. It feels like he wants something, like he expects something, I just don’t know what.

Part of me is furious that I can’t guess it, that I can’t give it to him without him asking. How fucking useless am I that I don’t know what it is?

As that feeling swamps my body, I sink to my knees, taking that same submissive pose he likes so much.

And again, I hear that amused chuckle.

“You have learnt, haven’t you, pet?”

I gulp, choosing to show my obedience simply with my silence.

He undoes his shirt, undoes his belt once more, and pulls his cock out.

“Crawl to me,” he orders. “Crawl to me and show your Master how much you enjoy his body.”

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