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“You smell like alcohol, and I don’t think that’s the answer. Why is your slave sick?”

He sat taller on the bed as he continued to stare into oblivion.

“Go to bed, Margaret. It’s safer there. Safer than here. Soon, you’ll see that dreams are the only place we’re truly free.”

Master B-0361

It was hard imagining Maggie so pale. Dead. No blood pumping through her veins. No tanned skin or blush on her cheeks from some naughty threat of me fucking her somewhere I wasn’t supposed to. She used to love a good spontaneous fuck. We hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other.

Once, I’d rushed her into a small ballet studio in our old college. So many mirrors. So many angles. I could still see her tanned limbs wrapped around me. Tanned. Greedy for more. Alive. She wasn’t anymore. She hadn’t been the last time I’d seen her in the morgue. I couldn’t believe it. I refused to accept that she was gone. Not even makeup at her funeral could disguise what had been stolen from both of us…life. But my new slave, she was pale. Not dead pale, more porcelain, but I felt the pull more to her than I had to Pauline, or Mae, as I liked to call her. It was closer to what I was looking for. Seeing that firsthand left me more than unsettled. Maybe I had been going about this the wrong way. I was backwards, trying to fight a truth I couldn’t stomach.

“It’s better this way. You know that.”

My fingers traveled across Mae’s cheek, but I didn’t see the gorgeous slave before me in the dim light. No. Just me and Mags. Just us repeating something we were getting quite good at.

“You understand, don’t you, Maggie? It was never going to work out between us. I keep saying that, but I’m serious this time. I have to say goodbye. I’ve found someone else.”

I kissed lips that didn’t return my passion. They didn’t move at all as I pressed my hard cock against her, adding more of my weight.

“I know you’re mad. I hope you are. I’m mad at you too. If you would have been with me, you’d be alive right now. I would have kept you safe. I would have loved youmorethan him. I sure as hell wouldn’t have had to find someone new.”

This part I knew well. The blistering anger. The rage that never ended. I locked on Maggie’s jaw, V’ing my hand at her chin. To even say she was Mae was a lie. She was Pauline. Mae was just close to Maggie without being too close. I kept doing this…but not with Margaret. She was close without me having to make her.

“I said I’m leaving you. Kiss me back. Tell me not to go.Say something.”

Tears raced down the sides of her face as she stared up towards me. No words. Nothing. But fuck, those tears left me desperate to have her. They were false hope. A lie.

“Don’t cry. I know you love me. It’s complicated. I accept that. Shhh, baby. Shh. No more crying. I’ll make you feel better. I’ll make it all go away.”

Wetness from the oil I’d applied met me as my fingers traced the outside of her folds. I closed my eyes, biting into my lower lip as I used my legs to spread hers wider. I slid in one finger, moaning as I eased in another.

“I knew you wanted me. I’ve been thinking about you all night. Are you mad at me for going to the auction instead of staying with you?”

Leaning down, I sucked against Maggie’s throat, pushing my fingers deep through the thrusts. As I lifted, I paused through the invading thoughts of my new slave. I glanced towards Mae’s door, not able to ignore the swirl of anger that surfaced. My teeth clenched, and I withdrew my fingers, wrapping around my cock as I leveled against her entrance. Foreplay wasn’t appealing. Reality was turning into role play, and I didn’t like that. My eyes went to Maggie’s and back to the door. Back to Mae, who suddenly wasn’t Maggie. Back to the door.

Harder, I bit down against my teeth, inching into her channel as I let her adjust to my size. Pleasure stole me momentarily from reality, and I let myself get lost in it as I began to slowly thrust. The grip around my cock sucked me down even more, bringing Maggie back to me. Making her appear below as I increased my speed through the need.

“Stop crying, baby. I’m back now. I didn’t want to have to leave you, but you’re making that impossible. Have you changed your mind?”

At the silence, I rotated my hips, burying myself as I held still. My cock was already throbbing, but not for the reasons I wanted. My stare went back to the door, twisting voices in my mind. Sensations heightened, making my cock throb as I fought the flashes of curves under that sheer blue material. Curves and pale skin. Pale, porcelain skin.

“Tell me you’ve changed your mind. Tell me you’re Maggie and you want to stay.”

More tears. It had me withdrawing, only to slam forward as hard as I could.

“Say it, Maggie. Say you’re not going back.”

More hard thrusts. Brutal thrusts. I repeatedly pounded into her nonresponsive body. Minutes passed. She didn’t speak.

“Still nothing? You won’t tell me because you’d rather be with him. Is that it? You’ve given up on us? Just fucking say it. You’ve already chosen. Admit it. You don’t want this. You don’t want me.”

The sound of our skin slapping only had me fucking her harder. Savage. I hated it. Hated her for more reasons than I could process. And now I had images of another woman invading through my moment of closure?

“Just fucking say it,or I’ll make you say it.” My hands locked around her throat as I continued to destroy her memory the only way I knew how. “Say it. Choose your fate. Don’t make me choose for you.”

But I would. Her life was in my hands, and without the ability to move or speak, her death was completely under my control. I could choose to let go, say the code word and make her come back to life, or I could continue crushing her windpipe.

My eyes swept to the door. When I came back, I still saw Maggie, but not her face turning a dark shade in the shadows of Mae’s dim room. I saw my Maggie in a wedding dress marrying my rival. I saw the woman I loved heavy with a child that wasn’t mine. Most of all, I saw her pity each time I begged her to love me again. I saw her anger when I couldn’t stop, and I was so tired of reliving memories that killed me. Couldn’t she see that?Didn’t she know what she was doing?