Page 9 of Their Beast Mate

Something rested on my back. I frowned, trying to figure out what it was.

Next he gripped my hair. I expected him to pull back roughly, but he tugged gently instead. I lifted my head, and Master Z came around the bench to stand in front of me.

He bent and kissed me on the mouth again. "Your lips are beautiful. I want to fuck your mouth. How's the hook feel?"

"I'm comfortable, Master Z."

"Good. Do you know what a hook is?"

"No," I said.

"I'll show you sometime." Rope in hand, he wound it in my hair and pulled so my head stayed back, my neck exposed. He looked at his work, and beneath his gray sweatpants, his cock pulsed. I licked my lips, wanting to see it. Master Z got another piece of rope. He did something above my back, and then slipped one end over my throat. He pulled and watched me.

My breath hitched, and my pussy walls fluttered.

He released the rope, and I breathed again.

"With a mouthful of cock and the rope around your neck, you can't speak, so you will rest your hand on my thigh and tap out. Three times. Like this." He demonstrated by tapping his thigh three times. Nod that you understand."

I nodded.

"Go on and get me started."

One handed, I pulled down his pants, so his cock could spring out. It was a huge thing, it was a beautiful thing, and I put it in my mouth.

"No hands," he said and palmed the back of my head. He stepped closer. I relaxed my throat, as he fed me his monster cock. It traveled further and further, deep inside, until it blocked my airways. I tried breathing through my nose, but he pulled on the rope and slid his cock back and forth. Heat rushed my cheeks. I must be as red as a tomato.

He released me.

I recovered for a few breaths, and he shoved himself inside my mouth again.

This time he didn't let me breathe; he pinched my nose and fucked his cock with my mouth. I couldn't look away from his pale green eyes as he stared down at me, holding the rope with one hand and stroking my face with the other. Master Z had prominent cheekbones and ridges on both sides of his jaw, as well as a pair of ridges in the middle of his forehead, from the bridge of the nose to the hair line.

He pulled out, and I hitched breaths. He wiped the tears from my cheeks and slapped his dick across my face. "I smell your pussy," he said and licked his lips. "You're my sweet plum, and I want a bite."

He shoved himself inside my mouth again, pulled the rope, and fucked my mouth so hard I gagged once. I took him in further and further, until he threw his head back, his broad chest muscles tightened, and he shot glorious rewards down my throat.

Master Z stayed there for a bit. I got to see every spiral over his chest, memorize it, and put it in my vault of losses. He recovered, looked down at me, and stroked my cheek. "What do you say, plum?"

"Thank you, Master Z."

"Welcome."

He flipped the end of the rope he held over my back, and rounded the bench. Behind me, he fiddled with something and released my hair. "Head down. No peeking, wiggling, moving, or even thinking to cover your ass. Nod."

I nodded and put my forehead back on the bench.

"Do I need to tie you up?"

"No."

"You're a good girl. Aren't you, Shayma?"

"Very good."

"You make me want to take you home."

"I ain't never been to Beast City."

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