Page 354 of Master of My Life

After a few minutes of Lewis’s ministrations, Damian pushed him back and onto all fours.

Kneeling behind him, Damian guided himself into the man’s tight ass. There was no lubrication, save

what the man had left from his mouth, and Damian had to push hard. Lewis cried out, pressing his

fingers into the floor, but didn’t pull away. Once Damian was seated fully, he pulled Lewis up by his

hair.

“You are mine to control, Lewis,” he said in a soft voice. Lewis nodded, holding his breath.

Several deep, painful thrusts later, Damian groaned out and felt his cum shoot out of his cock and into

Lewis’s willing body. Lewis first trembled and then convulsed. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

Damian whispered soft words of encouragement as the man trembled on his cock. He caressed Lewis’

flaccid cock and balls and smiled as they grew hard again. When he squeezed his balls, Lewis

squeezed Damian’s cock so tight, Damian groaned and came again. Lewis cried out and shuddered.

Damian’s orgasms weren’t typical sexual release. He would do this for several hours, sharing

himself with his followers and gaining control over them. Each explosion brought pleasure for him

and an electric shock of loss to his toy.

Lewis slumped against Damian and Damian slowly pulled out of his body. He fell forward to his

hands and rested his head on the ground.

Damian stood and reached for Sabrina who came to his side. Her dress was still pulled down

below her breasts and Damian couldn’t resist tweaking her hardened nipples.

“My brothers, he is but the first to demonstrate his devotion to me. I will expect the same amount

of devotion from you later tonight.” His army of Dark Council members would soon be ready and

willing to carry out his will. But there were other things to do before that happened. He nodded to

Neil who approached holding the mechanical piercing gun.

First, he had to ensure Sabrina was his and to show his followers that he did, indeed, have an

Elder-Mistress under his control.

“Sabrina, do you accept me as your Master?” he asked, turning to her.

“I do,” she said, her voice breathy and full of promise. She pulled her dress off.

More than one man below shivered.

Damian brought the piercer to her nipple. Click. Her lips parted as the metal stabbed into her taut

peak, but no tears like he got from his common slaves. He lowered the gun to her belly and pierced

her belly button. Click. Again, no tears. If anything, her eyes filled with more lust.

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