Page 17 of Master A-0011

Back and forth his tongue flicked over my clit, igniting a delicious burn. My palms flattened on the floor. For the life of me, I couldn’t break my gaze from the green eyes that wouldn’t leave me. Was this really the man I’d grown up watching on the television? The heart throb whose smile could hypnotize the entire population? I could almost forget I was a slave. Icould almost forget that those movies were my only outlet for interaction because my rich, elite family was too embarrassed to take me out into public. I could almost forget…my father’s abandonment and betrayal to get rid of me. Burden. Lost cause. Yes…I’d been that. Those were some of the last words I’d heard him say before they started talking about a plan and price.

“Wait.”

A building in my core ripped me from heartbreaking memories. Ethan reached forward, grabbing my hand and putting it back to the top of his head as he traced his tongue down to my opening. My head shook back and forth, and I pushed through his hair, holding as my hips shifted for more. More of what, I didn’t even know.

More.

More.

More.

Pressure from Ethan’s tongue eased into my channel, and my head lifted higher as his free hand stopped at the top of my slit. His thumb flattened over the sensitive nerves, and I sucked in air, moving even faster as the building pleasure increased from the circular motions.

“I don’t know…about this.” Soft, little sounds left me, and I couldn’t stop moving. “Master, the taste?—”

“What I really want to taste is almost here. Don’t fight the feeling.” My Master traced my opening. “Fuck. So…good.” His eyes held mine as he let go of my thigh and eased his hand between my legs. I stiffened, keeping still as he replaced his thumb with his tongue and circled my entrance with is finger. Time passed and I lost myself to the addicting sensations. They stole me from my fear, triggering my need for ‘more’. The word looped as I began to try to take Ethan’s finger deeper. I held tighter to his head as we kept eye contact. The oil sucked me into a blissful nothingness of motion and lust. With my Mastermostly like a statue, I had no distraction to break our stare. I was a captive in every sense of the word, and the pleasure that left me holding on was increasing to a fevered pitch with the soft suction.

“This feels…good. Wrong but…God. We should really…”

Was I even talking?

My head fell back, and Ethan’s hand shifted. Another finger stretched me wide, and the wave that crashed over me had my body jerking through the spasms that made me beg for things I didn’t know. The shakes were so powerful that I couldn’t control the way my legs were drawing together to trap Ethan’s head between my thighs. And his fingers were gone, his tongue replacing the digits to push deep.

Moans.

Mine.

His.

They filled the room but so did screams. They belonged to the mangled slave mounted on the wall, and the sobering reality stole me from heaven and left me crashing right back down to hell.

“If you move…”

My Master watched me like a rabid animal. While he lapped and sucked, taking his time tasting me, he waited for me to try to flee. I wanted to. The screams were haunting, and they were because of me. Because of what I did to that woman.

I eased my head back, staring up at the ceiling. While I let the most gorgeous man on the planet consume my cum, I searched for better days. For a time where my life was normal and full of joy. Barely anything came. I always ended up back on the boat. Back to the memories that haunted me every single day. I may have not remembered how I fell, but I knew what happened. My stepmother had confessed that part, but not where she thought I could hear. I was supposed to be unconscious after the surgery.Her voice had pulled me out of the black, and right into a truth that broke me worse than I already was.

“That’s exactly what I told Quincy. Pearl is ruined. No amount of surgery is ever going to fix the deformed mess she’s become. I could beat Sissy for pushing her off that boat. She says it was an accident, but those girls are always fighting. Now look what we have to deal with? What a waste of money. Do you think they’d know if I put a pillow over her face? She’s covered in bandages. Maybe they’ll think she suffocated from them.”

I wish I would have. Movement registered, and my Master’s face hardened, filling with rage at seeing the tears that left me. Before I could say anything, he stood, jerking me up.

“Am I so revolting to you? How hard that must have been for you to endure.”

“W-What? No. I?—”

He reached over, grabbing the hatchet and dragging me forward, towards the restrainedb.

“Take notes,slave. First thing.Death.”

He let go of me, rearing back and embedding the square blade right across the length of her neck. Death was instant. Screams stopped. Blood sprayed out, splashing down over my bare feet. The room tilted. Ethan yanked back on the handle, immediately chopping into the flesh and bone again.And again. And again.Each swing to her throat was filled with more rage and force than the last.

A loud ping finally sounded, and I knew he’d connected with the wall behind her. The slave’s chest pitched forward right towards me, her head and arms staying in place from the restraints as the two pieces severed. Light wavered. Sound disappeared. Nothing could stop my reaction. Flashes were fast, blinding me. I was suddenly peering over the front of the speeding boat. The break in the water was beautiful. I imagineddolphins breaking through the top of waves. I was…happy. And then my doll was ripped from my hand. Just as I turned…a hard shove from my sixteen-year-old stepsister. Suffocation. Gulps of water. Pain. Pain. Pain. It was so fast and forceful as it spun and hit against my small body. I was stumbling back. Living it. Seeing it.

Darkness.

Darkness.

Dark…ness.