Page 13 of Master of My Heart

“Give in to the feelings,” Khyan whispers into my ear. “Give in to your body and let it sing.”

When the man presses against me again and sucks, I feel something building up inside me.

“No,” I whisper desperately, not wanting and wanting it at the same time. I try to resist what they want me to do, but I am too weak. The feeling builds and builds until something finally erupts inside of me and my body explodes with golden light. I fly into a sky filled with fireworks and scream in wild, abandoned lust. I feel nothing except the sexual energy inside me, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Better than a standing ovation, better than leaping through the air, better than anything I’ve ever felt, and I never want it to end.

“Give it to him,” I hear Khyan’s voice somewhere far away and my body releases all tension... all sense of independence. I am one with the gods and never want to leave.

A while later, I open my eyes slowly and jump when I see the man sitting next to me. He smiles, not kindly, at me. “I told you that you would enjoy it.” I try and turn away, but the man grabs my arms. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I shudder, trying to release the hold that the pleasure has on me, but he starts caressing my breasts again.

“Don’t fight it, Sabrina,” he says, leaning down to kiss my nipple. “Give in and I promise you, it will all be worth it.” He slides his hand down between my legs and strokes me gently. I gasp as the fire ignites inside me once again.

“No,” I whisper, ashamed that I already did give in. I don’t want to do it again.

The man chuckles. “I like your spirit.” He presses a finger inside me and I whimper. It feels good as he thrusts gently. “You’re meant to be used this way, Sabrina. This is what your body was made for...” He kisses my ear. “You are meant to indulge in sexual experiences.”

He shifts and begins to crawl on top of me, but I scream at him and try and push him away.

He frowns. Khyan grabs my hands and presses them above my head.

“I can make this pleasurable or painful, Sabrina. Stop fighting and you’ll enjoy it.”

I turn my head. “I don’t want to enjoy it.”

“If you insist.” He grabs my legs and pulls them apart. I kick at him, but as strong as I am, he is stronger. He presses down on my thighs and I am open and vulnerable to him.

Between Khyan holding down my hands and the man holding down my thighs, I can’t move. I squirm as I see his hard penis getting closer and closer to me.

“No!” I scream as he touches me. This is not how I envisioned my first time. I know I gave in to him before, but that makes me even more determined to not give in to him this time. I won’t!

I move as much as I can. When that doesn’t work, I spit at him. He glares at me and moves his hands, but I’m only free for a split second before his knees dig into my thighs.

He thrusts his hips forward, and I scream as I feel my insides tear open. Khyan releases my hands. He is inside me! Inside my body! I scream and kick at him, but he covers my mouth with one hand and grabs my hands with the other.

He glares at me, blue eyes icy cold. “Don’t scream into my ear,” he growls.

Angry tears run down my face as I flail my legs, trying to get him off me, but I am pinned down from the inside. A sob escapes my throat. I bite my lip, trying to keep the rest inside. Evil, sadistic bastard will probably like it if I cry.

I glare right back at him and his eyes turn amused again. He moves his hips and I wince as the pain that had started dying away renews itself.

“I’ve taken you for myself, Sabrina,” he whispers into my ear. “Your body is mine.” He licks my ear. “I am your Master and you will obey me.”

My eyes close at his words and I feel something tingling deep inside. Not like the tingles from his mouth on me. Different. Deeper. More meaningful.

He kisses my neck and slowly begins to move inside me. It hurts, and each painful thrust brings tears to my eyes. “Take the pain I give you,” he murmurs. “Turn it into your pleasure. Please your Master with your pain.”

The thrusts are more gentle now, slow and long. He releases my mouth and intertwines our fingers above my head. “Good girl,” he whispers.

Fight, Sabrina! Fight him!! I scream in my head. But why? How? He’s so much stronger than me.

His languid movements hypnotize me and I feel myself moving with him. “Good girl,” he whispers again, and a thrill runs through my body. I shiver, and he laughs. “Isn’t it easier when you just obey me?”

I feel him moving in and out of me. I can almost see his penis as it strokes the most intimate part of my body. Not only is he inside my body, but he is slowly seeping into my soul.

And I can’t do anything to stop it.

He whispers into my ear, but I can’t understand what he’s saying. All I can feel is the mix of pain and pleasure deep inside me. The fire ignites again and I can feel that intense sensation building inside me once more. I gasp as he thrusts harder and harder. Something inside tells me to fight, but I don’t want to. Not right now. Not while it feels so good.

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