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He knows exactly how to maximize his own pleasure while giving me mine even in this hazy, submissive state.

It’s natural for him, sheer reflex, and that’s probably the best thing about this.

I can’t hold back for long. I grab his wet hair and yank his head back, biting down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder and sucking on it, wanting to leave my mark on him. I want anyone who sees him to know he’smine.

“Beg me to come,” I whisper raggedly against his skin.

“Please,” he answers immediately. “Please, I need it,please.”

I can’t even tell him to call meMaster. Just the fact that he’s wanting this, needing this, as badly as I do is enough to send me over the edge. I fumble to touch him, gripping his cock hard and stroking urgently as I work to push him to orgasm right along with me. “Come, slut. Come for your master.”

Misha groans and thrusts against my hand, his sobs getting louder as he comes. His semen spills over onto my fingers, and I use that to keep stroking him through his orgasm.

Only when I start to soften, and he whimpers as I touch his oversensitive dick, do I pull back. “Stay… Stay there,” I tell him hoarsely.

Fuck.

I need a moment to gather myself.

Misha doesn’t move at all, but I can hear him breathing heavily.

After a moment, Misha says, “You’re a fucking bastard.”

His words actually surprise me to the point where I only blink at his back, and for once, I’m not sure what to say. “What?” I ask after a solid minute of silence.

Misha looks over his shoulder at me. “You heard me.Master. Fuck you. And don’t think I wanted this, just because you forced me to come.”

“You begged me,” I point out. “I didn’t force you. You could’ve told me no. You could’ve told me to fuck off then.”

He’d have regretted it, but he could have.

Misha barks out a laugh. “Sure. I’m spoiled for choices here. If I’d said no, I’m sure you would have stopped, uncuffed me, and let me have a nice meal before sending me on my merry way.” He turns around and slides down to the floor. He pulls his knees up so that I can’t see his spent cock. “Does it help you sleep at night, if you pretend all your victims want it?”

“All my victims,” I scoff, unable to keep my voice from turning ugly at just howbetrayedI feel. I gave him everything he wanted. I let him come. Sure, I made him beg a little, but that had been his decision. “You’re the first slave I’ve ever had of my own for this.”

“If you say so.” Misha holds his hands out to me. “Are you tying me up again, Master, or do I get to walk around with all the other boys and girls?”

“After this little fit? Of course I’m going to bind you again. You’ll be lucky if you can even move on the floor of the slave quarters when I’m done with your ungrateful ass.” I grab the bindings, ignoring the way the sodden fabric of my clothing drags me down as much as his reaction, and grab his left wrist to cuff it tightly.

It’s only when I’ve dragged him halfway back to his quarters that I realize I’ve bound him with his hands in front of him this time.

Well, his shoulders need the rest. I can’t have him straining anything.

“I was going to feed you, but now you can go another day without food,” I inform him as I shut the door to his cell.

He doesn’t respond, and that pisses me off even more.

Another day, then.

Two days with no food or interaction should fix this little outburst.

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MISHA

My stomach is crampingup thanks to the hunger pangs.

Fuck.

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