“Remember,” He murmurs, his fingers making me gasp as he starts circling my clit. “You’re a whore,mywhore. I’ve trained you, I’ve moulded you. You will take what they give you, you will take it all and you will be grateful for it.”
“Yyess Master.” I whisper, shutting my eyes, burying my face in his shirt as he starts drawing out one delightfully poisonous orgasm from me.
“I want your cunt nice and wet and ready.” He says. “It’s a favour I’m granting you because you’ve been so good already. If you’d been naughty, I would have let them fuck you dry and let them tear you up. But you deserve this, don’t you Pup?”
“Yesss.” I gasp again. I do deserve this, I deserve this moment.
I stretch my legs wider, gripping his fingers with my muscles as he penetrates me.
“Greedy little slut.” He chuckles.
“Antonio…” I gasp. It’s half pleading, half I don’t even know what.
His hand claps around my mouth, and his eyes turn dangerous. “Not that.” He snaps. “Not to you. I am your Master, and you are my bitch. Remember your place.”
I shudder, writhing against the table. Wanting to shake my head, wanting to argue, wanting to scream his name until everyone here understands what he’s doing to me. That wearemore than Master and Pet. More than slave and owner.
“Fuck,” He groans as the sound of his fingers inside me turns to a shameful squelching.
“I’m so close, I’m soo…” I scream out as I throw myself backwards, sending a plate or a glass shattering to the floor as he finger fucks me.
“More, more…” I don’t even understand the words coming out of my mouth but in this moment his hands, his touch; it’s electrifying, it’s exhilarating, and I can’t get enough.
“You will have more, Pet.” He says as he steps away and wipes the remnants of me from his hand with a napkin. “Behave tonight, embrace the pain as well as the pleasure and your Master will give you so much more.”
Pain. Pain and pleasure.
I try to steady my breath as he pulls me off the table, as he leads me through the hallway toward the closed door ahead.
Pain.
Pain and Pleasure.
My feet move numbly, following his pull. The world begins to take on a soft, fuzzy edge. The lights seem to halo and a strange, artificial warmth starts to spread through my limbs, muting the sharp edges of my fear, replacing it with a thick, drowsy dread.
I am being led into the lion’s den, and I can already feel the bars closing behind me. He opens the door, and the scent of cigar smoke washes over me. The low laughter of powerful men pauses for a beat as we enter.
Antonio leads me inside and the door swings shut, metaphorically sealing me in my gilded cage.
“Gentlemen,” My Master says with such a smile.
And these men, they all smile back, they all show their teeth and they’re sharp, so fucking sharp. I know they’re going to sink them right into my flesh, and tear and tear.
My fingers find the delicate zipper at the back of her dress. The sound of it sliding down is obscenely loud as I part the fabric and let it whisper to the floor in a pool of crimson silk at her feet.
She stands naked before them, and the tremor in her limbs intensifies.
Her arms cross instinctively over her stomach, a futile gesture of modesty that I gently correct, taking her wrists and lowering them to her sides.
“None of that,” I chide softly. “Stand proudly. You are a feast, and these men are very hungry.”
The comments begin, as I knew they would. Charles, a man built like a bull, snorts. “Was she always this fat?”
“I don’t recall the mother being such a lump.”
“A bit too much cushion for my taste. I like to feel their bones when I snap them.”
A flicker of anger, hot and possessive, sparks in my chest but I keep my face a mask of cool amusement. They see only flesh, but I see so much more than that.
