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I shove my way inside of him, letting out a low moan as I penetrate him.

He’s so warm, so relaxed. Even with only spit for lube I can slide in easily enough. Once I bottom out inside him, I grip his ass and press down on the welts.

Misha cries out and clenches, sending a hot pulse of pleasure through me. Fuck. I do it again, just to feel him constrict around me.

I could almost come just like this.

When I start moving, Misha meets my thrusts eagerly. I make sure to push down on the bruising flesh as I go, creating a rhythm of pleasure-pain for him which has him writhing on my cock.

It’s so fucking good. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had somebody this perfectly matched for me, who can take everything I give and demand more.

It’s bittersweet that he says he doesn’t want it.

That he doesn’t want me.

I remind myself that he’s just a slave and tell myself that I don’t really care, but it’s a sobering thought. Maybe this is why I’d never had a slave before. I hadn’t been able to do…

This.

I fuck him anyway, trying to get out of my own head and into the moment. He feels so good, and the sounds he’s making? It only makes it ten times better. He may not want it, but that doesn’t mean he’s not enjoying what I do to him.

All the while, he encourages me, fucking back against me, letting out those sweet, pretty noises for me like the slut for me he is.

Yet I want more.

It’s all I can think of as I come inside him, pleasure washing over me. As soon as my orgasm subsides, I pull out and force him onto his back so I can grab his cock and stroke him.

Misha cries out and bucks his hips. His eyes scrunch up with pleasure, demanding more from me as I squeeze and stroke his cock in an erratic rhythm.

It doesn’t take long for him to come, too, his seed spilling all over my hand.

I wait until his cock starts to soften before I bring my hand to his lips.

“Lick it clean,” I order.

I expect a refusal, or some sort of sarcastic remark.

All he does is dart his tongue out and start licking the palm of my hand.

I shudder, watching him keenly. He’s going to hate me even more for this, I think distantly, but I can’t bring myself to get him to stop — not until he’s done, and my hand is clean but for a thin sheen of his saliva.

“Good slut,” I murmur, and it’s his turn to shiver. I stay there a moment before finally pulling back, getting to my feet and grabbing a pair of cuffs. I secure his wrist to the bedpost before leaving him there, telling him when he turns those hazy eyes onto me, “Get some rest.”

And like the coward I am, I just leave.

I don’t know if I can stand to watch as the pleasure fades into loathing.

6

MISHA

“You look good like that,”Raul tells me as he fastens a hood over my head. It leaves only the lower half of my face exposed, while the rest of my head is covered.

“I wouldn’t know,” I say mulishly. I flex my arms, but the hemp rope he’s bound me with holds strong. At least my legs are still free.

“You can take my word on it,” he says. I can imagine his smug fucking smirk. “Just the hood and nothing else… Mm.”

Yeah. It’s taking every ounce of self control for me not to flush in embarrassment. I hate how much this is affecting me, without anybody even in the room yet. It’s just a bit of public humiliation. No worse than anything else he’s subjected me to.

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