Page 13 of Master A-0011
Not an accident…me.
Not ugly…me.
Not something to be ashamed of….me.
The thought had my nose slightly rubbing against hers. The action, alone, had Pearl shaking worse. She was so innocent that I couldn’t deny I was eating it up. I brought my lips down enough to brush hers for the briefest moment and felt my heart kick against my chest. We were both breathing hard, both looking into each other’s eyes. Where she no doubt saw my need, all I saw was fear. It fed me. It brought my lips down in a kiss so full of passion, of need, no performance I’d done to date could match the intensity that radiated from me. I pushed into her mouth, slow yet demanding as I massaged my tongue into hers. And Pearl didn’t jerk away or fight. She was hesitant, but she let me greedily take from her, moaning into my mouth as her hands eased underneath my opened shirt. Where I could have spent an hour kissing her, Pearl’s head quickly turned, her face stopping right at my palm.
“What did I tell you?” I brought her back to me. “I want this. I want you.”
“You can’t.”
“I do.”
“Why?”
The softness of her tone had a level of hardness that I couldn’t deny liking. It triggered my need to put her in her place even more and yet…make her believe me.
“Slaves don’t question Masters.”
“You want ad?i. A butcher. A chef. I will be the best one you could ask for. This—You could have anyone. If you want a virgin, buy one. Don’t take this from me. It’s all I have left. Don’t?—”
I cut her off, kissing her even more demandingly. She tried turning away, but I wouldn’t let her as I held her head steady. Nails embedded into my skin at my sides, digging in until I wassucking in a breath and pulling back with a hiss. Pearl’s lids were so heavy her eyes were barely open.
“I’m begging you.”
“I bought you,you’re mine. What you want doesn’t exist anymore.” I let go of one side of her face, dipping back in to take her mouth. I cupped the back of one of her knees, drawing it up to my hip as I ground against her. Pearl’s response was classic. The small cry was full of pleasure as she arched and pulled against me. As fast as it happened, she quickly added pressure along my ribs, trying to put distance between us. I shifted, moving my arm down to brush my fingertips over her slit. She was so wet and swollen.
“No. Wait! What if I did something for you. Like a favor or—” Pearl jerked hard, trying to find a way out from underneath me. “Master, please. There has to be something.”
“A favor? Don’t be ridiculous.” I chuckled, nuzzling into her cheek as my fingers slipped between her folds, making a path to move over her entrance. A cry left her, but not one of alarm or pain. She was trying to fight her want. Even as I touched her, she was arching, positioning herself to move against my digits.
“Spread your legs wider.”
A groan sounded as she shook her head back and forth. Although it was denial, she obeyed. I eased one finger into her pussy, biting down through the tightness that hugged around me. When I eased in another, her lids flew open, and she gasped. Her stare locked on mine, and I couldn’t keep the cocky half-ass grin from my face.
“See, you like it.”
“The oil likes it. Not me. I swear I don’t.”
“Your expression tells me differently.”
My thumb brushing her clit had her entire body jolting.
“None of this is real. Not me or you. Let’s go prepare theblike you want. It’ll be fun. You can show me what to do. You’lllike that.” Pearl’s legs spread wider, and she rocked against the slow thrusts of my fingers, only to quickly stop and start fighting again.
“I like this. So do you.”
“The oil. No.—”
I kissed her, cutting her off as her legs tried to clamp close against my hips. The pain flared back on my sides, digging in viciously with the aggravated sob that I drank in. The emotion had me pulling back to study the woman who didn’t want this—who didn’t want me.
“No! I said no, Master!No, no, no!” Another sob had her trying to hide her face as she broke and let out an angry scream.
The realization hit as hard as her frustration. It shredded through my ego like the sharpest knife ever made. It was sobering, leaving me not just angry but…hurt? Offended? Aggravated?
I couldn’t even wrap my mind around the absolute rejection. No leading me on with her body. No luring me in despite the pleas of me to stop. This answer was cemented with a truth I couldn’t grasp. It didn’t make any sense. Women loved me. All of them. They’d die for me, even knowing who and what I was. But not this one. Not Pearl. Her body was trembling with terror and rage, and the walls she had up to protect herself were impenetrable. She was smart to keep her true thoughts contained, but she couldn’t mask what I so clearly saw. I was a master of disguise, and this woman not only saw my monster, but she also saw the real me I couldn’t hide as I tried to process what the hell I was doing. I didn’t like the questions that were starting to come. The guilt?
Horror.