Today, I would not be denied.
He didn't want me to taste him? Fine. But fuck if I wouldn't let myself feel some pleasure while ensuring the Master's release.
The faster he moved his hips, the quicker I flicked at the little button, almost making my eyes roll back at the too-sharp sensation. I bit down on my lip to keep the sounds from escaping as Master grunted low and deep with each thrust.
And then, he came with a roar, thick white ropes of cum shooting over my hand and apron right before my knees buckled as I succumbed to my own orgasm.
It took everything inside me to stop myself from falling down in front of him and licking up the precious spilt liquid. And I kept my face carefully lowered to the floor, terrified, now that the moment had passed that Master had known what I was doing and would punish me.
Or worse... send me away.
After his breathing slowed down and he stepped away from me without an admonishment or word spoken, I rushed to wash my hands before taking my leave.
CHAPTER NINE
THE MASTER
The scent of her lingered on my skin long after she left the room. I stood where she'd left me, still half-hard and pulsing from the ghost of her small hand around me.
With the clarity of mind that only came to me after a milking I worked hard to suppress the urges and remain in control of myself, but it didn't work.
Nor did the cold water I splashed over my face. Or even the pathetic command I'd uttered in the hopes I mightactuallystop obsessing over her.
Why?
Because I knew what she'd done.
Of course I knew.
She thought she'd gotten away with it, and been sneaky enough to get herself off, while doing her job, but Iknew.
I might be a shadow of the man I used to be, nothing more than a beast slowly losing himself to his insanity, but I knew when a woman was working herself over. I couldn't just sense it, but scent it.
I still couldn't believe it though. My pretty little flower had touched herself.
Because of me.
And then, to add to it, she climaxed at the exact moment I spilled on her apron like the savage beast I am.
I knew I should have stopped her, or at the very least punished her after the fact. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I had wanted her pleasure.
Craved it.
A low growl built in my chest, and I worked to swallow it down. I needed to get a hold of myself.
I wiped my hands on the towel, movements sharp and mechanical, then tore the cloth in half without meaning to. Dropping the ruined fabric to the floor, I shoved my hand over my head and tugged at the horns there as if doing so would help me rid myself of them.
Iachedto feel her skin underneath my fingertips. To feel her throat convulse against my grip as I controlled her breathing, and to have her body arching up into me as I punished her for stealing pleasure.
Pain lanced through my knuckles as I slammed my fist into the stone wall.
The crack echoed through the room, but thanks to the magic running through my veins, the pain soon disappeared, only angering me more.
I needed the pain to help me focus.
I needed distance. Restraint. Fucking control!
