Page 10 of Master B-1901
“Master?”
Innocent.
Once upon a time, my slave had been a good girl. One who’d only been fucked once. I didn’t need her history to see that. It was obvious even though she wasn’t a person anymore. TheGarden’s couldn’t replace what her mind hadn’t experienced. Being programmed was one thing, but the truth was still there. Both weaved, adding to the false authenticity. A fake truth. A beautiful lie.
“Shh.” A small laugh left me at how good her training was. I could almost believe the fear that had momentarily sparked in those light blue eyes. “Felt good, didn’t it? It’s just another thing you’re going to obsess over. I want you to come on my cock every time we fuck. I want you to scream from how good it feels.”
“I want my Master to feel good too.”
“Already there, but I think you know that. I’m going to fill you up so good with my cum.” The admission had me half moaning, half forcing the words through gritted teeth. “Spread your legs around me wider and ground your pussy against me. Take me deep.”
Real. Just. She seemed so damn alive. She was strong. She was trained. She was a goddess. But she was blank, and that meant she didn’t exist.
My slave obeyed. I fitted her arms around my neck and wrapped around her tightly as I moved her against me. Arms clung as I repeatedly gave her every inch.
“I’m going to hurt you now, slave. This you will take. Do you understand?”
Her head tilted back, and she met my eyes.
“As you wish, Master.”
I spun her back to the cushions of the sofa, keeping my cock in as I locked my hand around her throat. My slave’s eyes were heavy-lidded, but very much aware of my every move as I added pressure to her neck and drew back, slapping her cheek. The crack was loud, but nowhere near debilitating. Feeling the contact and force, my brain sputtered, but I couldn’t stop. I…needed this. I needed…
“Fuck.” I increased the thrusts, slapping her again. This time it was harder. The power had her face turning, and I kept my touch against her, rubbing over the reddening flesh as I brought her back to me. When I dipped my finger in her mouth, suction drew me in for the smallest moment.
“Does my Master like that?”
I moaned at her husky, breathless tone.
“Fuck yes.”
Crack!
My cock thickened as blood began to seep from the split on her lip. I didn’t hesitate to swoop down and collect her essence. Just tasting the metallic tang was enough to have my own moan leaving me. Sweat was increasing as I tested the pressure of my fingers against her neck. A deep, vibrating moan came from my slave, and she turned, opening her mouth as I eased it past her busted lips again. At the swirl of her tongue, every muscle in my body tightened. I opened my mouth, gasping. Cum shot from me with such force, my vision wavered. Flashes I couldn’t make out had me blinking hard as I kept jolting through the release. I knew I was beginning to talk but my mind glitched between here and…somewhere. It was dark. Then, light. My body jerked through what felt like hot zaps.
“Not tonight,” I whispered. “Not yet.”
“Master?”
My head shook, and I threw myself back. I was panting, wiping my hand down my face.
“Master?” My slave eased to stand. “Are you alright? Can I help you? Do you need assistance?”
My hand shot up. It was a warning for her to keep her distance, and she seemed to do that as I stayed put.
“I think I’m okay, but I can’t prolong this. I’m going to give you a word, slave. One you’re not to forget. If you ever feel I’m not myself, say Braddock. That’s my name. If I get angryat hearing it and attack you, you’re to fight to live. Do you understand? I will kill you, and I’m not ready for you to die yet.”
“Braddock.”
“Yes. But it’s more than that. That name for me is no different than a trigger to a gun. There may be times I attack you without warning. I will be out for blood. If you say my name, and I get angrier, you’re to protect yourself. You should be able to tell when I’m not myself.”
“Because you’ll want to hurt me.”
It wasn’t a question. I licked my lips, closing my eyes as I brought down the speed of my breaths.
“Kill you. I’m going to try to kill you. It’s going to happen at some point, and there’s nothing either of us can do about it. We have to wait it out. We?—”
I pressed my palm to the middle of my forehead as the blinding light returned. I twitched, groaning as I opened my eyes enough to see the direction of my room. I kept peeking, making it to my bed. The minutes drug out as I blinked the light away. It wasn’t but a minute or two that the smallest sound had me turning my head. My slave was sitting just inside my room, leaning against the wall, watching. Waiting.