This is what I was afraid of. Entering an untouched woman and becoming addicted to the sensation of owning them completely, and in turn, them owning me.
A used whore is much easier to let go of; not once have I considered keeping one, but with my new little toy, it’s different. I already despise the fact she’s going to moveon and someone else will touch her when I’m finished with her.
I push out of my chair, unable to take it any longer. My breakfast doesn’t hold my interest; only she does.
“Sir? Is something wrong? I can make you something else?” Elizabeth, my housekeeper, calls after me, but I ignore her and head up the stairs to her bedroom.
After leaving the room last night, I demanded that Elizabeth and the many female servers clean the room from top to bottom. I don’t give a shit if Little Toy tries to stab me as long as she doesn’t stab herself, so I left strict instructions with the women that if a splinter of glass is found in the room, I will slice their throats open and use their blood as lube when I fuck their corpses.
It was enough to have them moving quickly, and when I open the door, I’m pleasantly surprised by their efforts. They even replaced the mirror. It’s almost as if my uncontrolled outburst never happened at all. Delightful. I beam when her scowl greets me, then I close the door, locking us in together.
“What do you want? Why are you smiling at me like that? You look like a madman, do you know that?”
I throw my head back in a deep laugh that sets my veins alight. She’s completely unperturbed by my notoriety, and frankly, it’s refreshing.
“You sound like one too, laughing like that!” She scowls, and I throw her a warning glare, forcing her to shut her pretty little mouth.
She pulls the sheet higher, tucking it beneath her chin, and the thought has my lip curling as I fight the need to smile again at her naivety.
“How?”
Sheperuses me, and my cock twitches at her attention. “How what?”
I lean over her, planting my hands on either side of the bed, our faces a hairsbreadth from one another, and I try but epically fail to not stare at those pouty little lips. “How the fuck did you end up in my bed?” My voice comes out low but deadly as I try to remain on task to get the answers I desperately need.
She swallows, then gently shakes her head. “I-I don’t know.”
I grip her chin between my fingers, pinching it. “Don’t lie to me, Little Toy.”
She smacks my hand away, and my jaw tics. “Stop calling me that; I have a name.”
After getting out of the bed, I stand to my full height and supply her with the truth. “I don’t give a fuck about your name. You’re my toy to use until I’m finished with you. My slave to fuck how I want. Now, how the fuck did you end up here?” I bellow, and she grips the sheets into a ball, though the fight doesn’t leave her face.
I can practically see steam coming out of her ears, her chest expands, and all-out fiery fury sparks in her bright-blue eyes as they turn to small slits. “Finished with me? Contrary to your twisted beliefs, I’m not a whore, Azrael. I’m not a toy to be used either, and don’t you dare call me a slave. I’m a human being with a name!” she screams, stunning me… but only for a moment.
Never in my life has a woman shouted at me with venom in her tone. Never would one have ever dared.
Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. In the blink of her pretty blue eyes, I pounce on her, sending her backward on the bed. I tug the sheet from her, exposing her naked body, then lie on top of her, grip her tit, and suck her nipple into mymouth. She pushes at me as I swirl my tongue around the peaked bud.
Her gasps and protests become background noise as I grind my solid cock against her core. “Ride my leg,” I growl, gripping her other tit and lavishing it with equal attention. Her body melts against mine, and my chest rumbles, and when she lifts her hips for traction, I smile into her swollen flesh. Then I suck on it as she tugs on the strands of my hair, pulling me closer, so I up my game. I push my hips forward, driving the thick tip of my cock against her core, and nip, lick, and suck on the softness of her tit, then circle her areola with the tip of my tongue, drawing it to a peak.
“Fuck.”Nip.“My.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Suck.“Leg.”Thrust.“Little.”Lick.“Toy.” I sink my teeth into her skin and suck hard, and knowing I’ll leave a mark behind, has my cock spurting pre-cum into my pants.
She throws her head back, and I smile, then she thrusts her hips up in time with me pressing against her center. “Good.” I glide my tongue over her breast, delighting in the way she winces when I lick at the bite mark. “Good girl, keep riding that leg like a filthy whore.” She pushes against my thigh harder, her hips becoming frantic, and I revel in it.
“Come!” I press against her harder, willing her orgasm to peak, and her body stiffens, and a choked sound leaves her delectable lips. Pink blooms over her chest and up her cheeks, and I’ve never witnessed such a beautiful sight. My orgasm hits as I continue to thrust. I bite into her flesh, marking her up her stomach and over her chest, devouring her with each nip and suckle.
Her body falls lax, satisfaction taking over me, so I push off her and unbuckle my belt.
She looks adorable, full of confusion with tousled hairand pink cheeks, as she sits up. “Wha-what are you doing?” She blinks.
“You’re going to clean the mess you made,” I state while pulling my spent cock out of my pants.
Her eyes widen, but I waste no time in giving her the opportunity to second-guess my words or argue. I place a hand on the back of her head and guide her to my saturated groin. “Clean the fucking mess.”
I expect her to fight me, but she shocks me by obeying. Her tongue sweeps out, and she glides it through my cum, up my cock, and over the tip while I stare down at her through hooded eyes. My fingers twitch to hold her head and thrust into her mouth, but accepting her compliance forces me to hold back, and there’s something indescribable as I watch her clean me with her tongue. “Good,” I praise, and when she mewls, the sound goes straight to my balls. “Clean all around the belt too. You made the mess; clean it up.” I smooth her hair, and her hands rest on my thighs. She lifts my shirt to expose my abs, and I hiss through my teeth when she licks over my corded muscles. Each touch is an aphrodisiac, a fire burning low in my stomach, creating an inferno with each stroke of her tongue.
A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts.
