Page 53 of Violent Delights

“And have I been a good girl?” she asks, before taking a bite of her toast.

“Very much so,” I reply without looking at her. She doesn’t need to know every detail about what’s going on inside my head. Hell, I don’t even understand it myself. When I came into her room this morning, I had no intention of following her into the shower. I had no intention of making her mine like this, by fucking her bare against the wet tiles, being consumed by the most amazing orgasm I’ve had in a while, maybe ever.

Just thinking about it brings my cock back to life. I’m getting hard just looking at her, even now. I just emptied my balls inside her, but I don’t think I can leave the house without fucking her again.

“Do good girls also get to ask questions?” she wants to know.

“That depends,” I say. “What kind of questions?”

She shrugs.

“Just random things,” she says. “Like we’re having a conversation.”

“Alright,” I say, sensing danger. “But I can’t promise answers.”

She smiles at me, and I hate the effect it has on me.

“What’s your name?” she wants to know. “That one should be easy to answer.”

I furrow my eyebrows at her. Telling her my name would be another breach of our contract. She knows that I chose to remain anonymous and that there’s no reason for us to exchange names. She’s to call me Master and I will call her Pet. We don’t need any names besides those.

It’s bad enough that I called her by her agency name a few days ago. It was a dumb slip-up, a mistake made in the heat of the moment. But I’m in my right mind now, calm and collected, and not in the mood to add further confusion to the situation.

“You know I can’t tell you that,” I tell her. “And I won’t.”

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