Page 8 of Master B-1901

He looked down to his hard cock bulging against the jeans, a soft laugh leaving him.

“I guess it does. Although, I’d say I’m more excited that you may possibly live more than a week. I guess we’ll see.”

The tingling and heat along my face had me wanting to reach up to run my fingers against it, but I restrained, bringing my hand to the hem of my shirt instead.

“Would my Master like to use me before he loses his excitement?”

“That tone.”

I felt myself shift at the disappointment in his voice.

“I’m sorry, Master?”

“Your words said yes. Your tone sounded…annoyed.”

“I…” I found myself clearing my throat. “I assure you I was not annoyed, Master. My body is yours to use.”

“I’m very aware of that. And I think I will.”

My fingers twitched against the cotton, and I brought the shirt up over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see his approval as he took in my breasts. A part of me was pleased with his reaction, but it was only a brush of realization as I robotically waited.

“Take off the tights too. Take it all off.”

As he said it, the Master began removing his clothes as well.

“So easy.”

“I’m sorry, Master?”

I placed my clothes on the coffee table, watching as he reached forward doing the same and moving it out of the way.

“No convincing. No raping. I tell you I want you to suck my cock, and you do it. No awkwardness. I much prefer this way. I don’t like the hassle of dealing with the normal slaves.”

Normal? I took in his words, nodding, not even sure why. “Is that what you would like? Me to suck your cock?”

“I would like it very much. But I’m not going to have to tell you anything after today. When I call for you.” He crooked his finger, motioning me forward. “You come.”

I walked over, obeying his command. When he leaned back against the sofa again, I took in the motion of his finger, pointingdownward. I lowered between his thighs, shifting on my knees as I took hold of his thick length. My heart slammed hard against my chest, but I knew what to do. My training brought me forward, and I stopped just shy of the head of his cock, flattening my tongue on the underside. Our eyes held, and he sucked in a breath as my tongue swirled, collecting the precum that was beginning to bead along the top.

“Fuck. I love your lips.” Fingers pushed through my hair, gripping. “Less blank, more focused. Close your eyes, slave. Suck my cock like there’s nothing more that you love to do. Take it deep. Gag on it. Choose my pleasure over the air you breathe. Nothing matters to you more right this minute than getting me to come down your throat. You need my taste. You want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything.”

I couldn’t stop my nails from pressing into his thigh as his words came to life in my mind. A sound left me, so desperate and full of need that it sounded foreign to my ears. The grip in my hair tightened as I closed my eyes, taking my Master’s cock deep into the back of my throat. My tongue molded against him, and I withdrew, only to plunge even deeper. Up. Down. Up. Down. Stroking his length as I did so. And true to my Master’s wishes, the gag came automatic as I went even further. A part of my mind screamed in surprise while the other part of me froze…savoring…basking in how my Master’s hold tightened to keep me in place.

“Jesus. Oh, fuck. Fuck yes. Keep sucking my cock just like this. Jesus;God.” He pulled my hair, bringing me up, thrusting his hips just enough to fuck my mouth. He had control of my movements, using me as he liked. I kept suction, feeding from the encouraging signs. Remembering every moment of my training concerning this. His fingers were repeatedly flexing against me. The saltiness in my mouth was increasing. The wayhis body trembled and began to coat in sweat…I knew the signs were promising.

“Too good. Holy shit. Too fucking good.”

I was lifted, and he kept a tight hold on my head as he pulled me up.

“Get on top. I want you to fuck me.”

My mouth opened. I was going through the motions, but something was off. Different. Not right.

Fingers eased from my hair, only to tighten as he gave a small yank.

“Hey. Slave. I said straddle me.”

I swallowed back some unknown sensation, moving up and throwing my leg over his lap. I knew what I needed to do. Even saw the visions in my mind of images on how to do it. I felt…unfamiliar with how to continue despite knowing I was trained in the art of sex. And it was art. It felt as if it should be pleasurable. Or…I should act as if it did. But only if needed. If wanted.