Page 45 of Cruel Master
I sense movement, and then his hands are on my inner thighs, spreading me. Even the lingering chocolate on my lips fades into insignificance as my world narrows to that one forbidden spot. The place that’s tormented me for the last day.
Please. Oh God, please.
“Poor thing. You need this, don’t you? Tell me how badly.”
My skin flushes, and it’s not just from desire. This, I struggle with. But he touches just his finger to my clit, and it forces the words out. “Please. I need it. It’s been so hard. I wanted to so badly.”
“I know you did. And you were good.” He moves his finger in a slow, agonizing circle. “You’ve earned one orgasm. Now, what do you say?”
One? Jesus, I could come ten times in a row. But beggars can’t be choosers, and I force out, “Thank you, Master.”
Saying it doesn’t feel as weird as it should.
There’s a long pause, long enough that my heart rate spikes again. He couldn’t have been messing with me, could he? He’s not going to leave me like this again, right?
Then his tongue, hot and wet, slides over my clit, and my body freezes.
His tongue. That means he’s taken the mask off. You could…
Another pass of his tongue, and my brain short circuits. I need this. I need it so badly it hurts. At first, he takes it slow with long, teasing strokes, but that doesn’t last long. He dives in like a starving man, twisting his tongue around my clit in a way that makes my toes curl.
Holy shit, he’s good. Some guys eat pussy like they’re scared it’s going to bite, but not Saldar. His fingers join his tongue,thrusting into me easily. God, I’m soaked. He fucks me hard with his hand as his tongue rasps around my clit.
After hours of denial, my body clings to pleasure like a drowning man taking a lungful of air. My orgasm builds fast and hard, and I moan as the edge slides into view. He won’t stop, will he? Please don’t let this be another cruel tease.
I don’t realize I’m going to speak until I hear my own words. “Please. Please, don’t stop. Don’t—”
He doesn’t.
Pleasure annihilates my senses, scorching a path along every nerve as I detonate.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck, yes.
It’s almost too good, a feast after a famine, and my body clenches as I cry out. Saldar doesn’t quit, licking as my body spasms, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from my body. Aftershocks shudder through me, and my hands tremble as my brain slowly comes back online.
Was it the aphrodisiac, or is he just that good?
He pulls away, and I wait for him to say something. An order to say thank you, maybe, or a smart comment about how much I enjoyed it, but all I get is silence. Then it hits me. Maybe he’s putting his mask back on. Without his mask, there would be no gravelly Saldar voice. I’d be able to hear the real him.
I’d almost forgotten there was a human behind the mask.
He does something to the restraints at my feet, shifting them so my legs are bent instead of stretched out flat. The sleepiness that invaded me in the wake of my orgasm vanishes as the significance kicks in. Before I can frame the thought, his deep voice confirms it.
“That was your reward, doll, but if you come again when I fuck you, I won’t punish you for it.”
Shit.
Shit.
He’s already used my ass and shoved an entire toy-shop-worth of things into my pussy. Why is this such a big deal? It is, though. When he fucks me there, it’s the final rubber stamp on my status as his sex slave.
I tug on my restraints, instincts kicking in. I’m trapped with a man who doesn’t understand the word “no.” Who sees me as his property. He’s going to fuck me, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Just like you’ve always wanted.
The stupid voice is right. I’ve spent countless hours fantasizing about this, and reality blurs at the edges as his weight settles over me. His skin presses against mine, warm and very, very human, despite the thick muscles in his thighs. He’s not Saldar. He’s a man, and my heart hammers on my ribs as he rubs his cock over my soaked entrance.
