Page 8 of Master

His lips and teeth graze along the back of my shoulder as he reaches between us to undo his pants. “You’re going to be a good girl and sit nice and still on my cock while I have this meeting,” he quietly instructs before shifting his hips. Lifting me slightly, he shoves himself into me at a painfully awkward angle, and I fight the urge to cry out. He leans us both toward the desk, sinking deeper into me as he gravelly whispers, “Show me how well you can listen, and I’ll make you mine. Forever.”

Reaching to the desk drawer beside us, he pulls out a black folder and a matching velvet gift box.

“Sir?” I whisper, tears of joy prickle my eyes as he opens his folder for the meeting. I have done everything Issac has asked of me for the two months since he moved me to his apartment in New York. He’s a demanding Dom, and at times, it feels as though he’s impossible to please. He has repeatedly told me he wanted me more than Shawn, how much he loves me, and now he’s going to prove it.He wants to ensure I’m his forever.The box before me is far too big to be a ring, but it’s the perfect size for a collar.

“Shhh,” he hushes me as one of the two gentlemen across from us begins to talk about margins, stock options, and other topics I have very little understanding of.

The meeting between the three men is boring. Even Isaac is losing interest. He’s spent more of this meeting paying attention to the velvet gift box twirling between his fingers than either of his colleagues. How he has managed to stay hard through the last hour of drab mergers and acquisitions talk is absolutely baffling.

“Throw in your ties, gentlemen, and we have a deal.” Isaac smiles and stretches his hand across the table.

“Our ties?” The blond man—Dwight, I think—looks at Isaac and back to the associate beside him.

“Sasha really likes them. Don’t you, beautiful?”

“Yes, Sir. I like them both very much.”

Confusion flits across both their faces, and the men across from us loosen the knots of their ties. One at a time, they toss them to the center of the leather pad covering the desk and in turn shake Isaac’s firm hand. Grabbing the ties and pulling them toward us, Issac stares up at two men as he undoes one of the knotted ties. “We’re done here. I assume you can see yourselves out so I can properly celebrate my victory.”

“Oh,” the middle-aged man startles upon realizing what Isaac is inferring. He nudges the blond, and the two of them quickly leave us alone in Isaac’s office.

Slipping the silk tie under my left knee, Isaac uses the fabric to pull my leg over his thigh. He loops it around the armrest and demands my hand. I provide it willingly, and he affixes the loose end around my wrist. When he cinches it tight, my arm and leg are bound firmly to the chair. He repeats the process on my right leg with the other tie, leaving my thighs spread wide as I straddle his lap.

“Are you sure you want to be mine?” Isaac asks, running his fingers along the length of my inner thighs. “I demand excellence. Perfection. And no matter how much I love you, I will not be lenient when I don’t receive it.”

“Understood, Sir.”

“Do you agree to follow your Sir without hesitation?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And to obey without question?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“After I mark you tonight, you’ll always be mine.”

“Mark me?” I mumble the words racing through my thoughts so softly that Isaac doesn’t hear them. My heart pounds as Isaac lays the box he’s been fidgeting with flat on the desk. He takes his time teasingly lifting the lid, slowly revealing the red velvet interior. Opening it further, I see the “gift” inside, and my stomach drops.

Definitely not a ring.

Or a collar.

Isaac lifts the all-black knife from the box and holds it before my face as I repeat myself. Only this time, the words quiver with the trembling of my lower lip. “Mark me?”

“Yes, beautiful. I’m going to mark you.” He presses the point of the blade against my knee, dragging it up my inner thigh just light enough that it scratches but doesn’t break the skin. Running it over the bare mound of my pussy, his voice is deep and gravelly when he shares, “If it wouldn’t take so long to heal, I’d carve my name into the plump lips of your cunt so you could never deny who it belongs to.”

I tense at his words as my chest heaves with a mixture of nervous excitement and fear. Realizing the restraints securing me firmly in place aren’t for fun, I tug violently at the silk.

“Relax,” Isaac whispers, dragging the blade back to the fleshy part of my inner thigh. “I’m about to give you exactly what you want. When I’m done, you’ll always be mine.”

Before I can mutter a single word of my rebuttal, Isaac swipes the blade. My blood trickles from the wound and down my inner thigh for a second before my brain registers the pain. By the time I let out my first cry, Isaac is slicing through my skin again. His cock throbs and grows more rigid inside me with every pained scream that rattles from my lungs as he continues to carve through my flesh. Tears stream down my cheeks, and I silently sob as he carves the final letter, the blade brushing against my pussy as he finishes.

“Good girl,” he praises, dropping the knife from his bloodied hand and spreading me wider to admire his handiwork. His hands slide over my dress, smearing stains of scarlet over it as he undulates his hips to slide his rigid cock in and out of me. Crimson rushes down my leg, and he smears it over my thighs, biting my shoulders with enough force to draw blood from them, too.

Quickly untying the knots, Isaac lifts me into him. I wrap my arms around his neck, I try to press my lips to his. He denies me his mouth and drops my back onto the desk with a thud that knocks the breath from my lungs. As I struggle to catch my breath, he splays my legs and plows into me. He holds my legs wide and smears the sticky ruby liquid along every inch of my thigh. Tears well in my eyes as he drives into me with a new level of brutality, every thrust more painful than the last. Staring down at me with dark, evil eyes, he grunts between the clap of his hips against my ass and thighs, “Who… do… you… belong… to?”

Isaac lifts my leg and wraps his hands around it to hold me in place as he slams into me. I know he asked me a question, but it didn’t register in my agonized brain. Every bit of my focus is on the blood oozing from the meticulous marks Isaac left on me.

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