Page 12 of Master of My Heart

He steps toward me again. Khyan holds me still as the man reaches for my breast. I squirm as he grabs hold of my nipple and squeal when he pinches it.

“Undress,” he commands, and my eyes widen as I feel the need to obey him.

I shake my head, even as I realize I’m doing what he told me to do. I remove my shirt and bra, glaring at him as they drop to the floor.

He gives a wicked smile. “You’re obeying my commands. Why?”

“I don’t know!” I growl as I unbutton my jean shorts and shove them down.

“You obey because you must. You are, by nature, a slave. A slave to the men whose blood runs gold with the essence of the Immortals.”

“I’m not a slave!”

“Take my cock in your hand,” he commands softly, and I look down to see his penis jutting out from his hips. I’ve never seen one in real life and I swallow in fear, even as I find myself reaching for it.

“No,” I whisper, then wrap my hand around him.

“Good girl,” he says, placing his hand on mine. “You feel your true nature coming forward. You will obey me, whether you want to or not. That is the Immortalness inside you, obeying my authority.” He moves my hand up and down his penis. I swallow and look away. “Lie down on the bed.”

I try to resist, but can’t stop myself from crawling onto the bed. I curl into a ball to hide my nakedness from their lust-filled eyes. The only thing I can do to rebel.

“Roll to your back and spread your legs.”

I whimper as my body obeys, then stare hard at the ceiling through my tear-filled eyes. Stop obeying! Fight! Why am I doing this?

The man sits next to me and leans down to kiss my breast. When he sucks on my nipple, my eyes close as heat spreads through my body.

“No,” I whisper, and he laughs.

“Yes.” He sucks hard. I gasp and arch up to him. “Give in, Sabrina. You are made to enjoy sex.” He leans over and sucks on my other nipple while pinching and tugging on the first.

My body betrays my mind and I wiggle and moan under his ministrations. No! I scream in my head, but my body doesn’t listen. He continues his gentle assault on my breasts until I’m writhing under him and wanting him to do more. I want him to touch me where I’ve never been touched. I want him to do things to me that I’ve never even imagined before. I want to have sex with him, with this man who is making my body betray my mind.

He kisses down my stomach, and I clench my muscles with every gentle touch. I keep expecting him to hurt me, but aside from the pinching, which feels good in a strange way, his touch, his hands, his mouth... It’s all unexpectedly gentle. I wish he’d hurt me so I could hate it.

When his fingers brush between my legs, I gasp and spread them open farther. Then I wonder what he’ll think of my hairless sex. Girls my age all have hair.

“Sheer perfection,” he says, teasing me with his fingers. “Have you ever wondered why you didn’t mature like your friends?”

“I did. Mostly...”

“No hair, no periods, right?”

I swallow and nod, embarrassed. When I got back, my parents were going to take me to the doctor if I hadn’t started. We just assumed I was a late bloomer.

“You’ll always have a beautiful bare pussy and... Well, you’re not meant to reproduce, so you’ll never get a period.”

“What?” I exclaim, meaning to sit up and stare, but when he kisses the inflamed skin, all thoughts leave my head.

Something hot and gentle probes the most intimate place on my body and I arch my back at the sensations. I’m lost in the feeling and can think of nothing except the flicks against this sensitive place on my body.

“Sit her up so she can see what I’m doing, Khyan,” the man says.

Khyan moves behind me, leaning me against his naked chest. “Watch,” he whispers into my ear. “Watch your Master devour you.”

I feel the same compulsion to obey him and stare in bewilderment as the man Khyan calls my Master kisses my most private place with a gentle passion. His tongue probes between the outer lips, and when it flicks against the upper part, the most intense feeling shoots through my body. His eyes meet mine as he spreads me open with his fingers and presses his whole mouth against me. I stiffen as he sucks hard. I can’t breathe as his tongue moves against me.

Khyan reaches forward and tugs on my nipples. I want to close my eyes, but the man’s gaze won’t let me go. He shifts his body and I see his tongue flicking rapidly against me.

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