Page 18 of Cruel Master

I considered my options.

One. I could try waiting for food delivery again—see who entered the room to drop it off. That had failed, but if I just stopped drinking the water they provided for a short time, then I wouldn’t need to use the restroom.

Two. I could go on a hunger strike. Gaven obviously wanted something from me and starving myself would anger him enough to make an appearance.

Or … three … I could give him a show.

My head turned as I glanced at the bed. I couldn’t say that number three was something I would mind doing. I’d love nothing more than to torture Gaven as much as he’d tortured me. Even if Gaven wasn’t the one constantly on watch—whoever was in charge of the cameras would inform him of my actions.

Breaking his rules would send him running my way, and considering that all of his rules were about asking for permission—I had a feeling that making myself come without his permission would anger him.

My body heated at the thought.

I’d been on my best behavior since Gaven had left. Perhaps it was time to flip the script. Standing abruptly, I strode over to the bed and crawled onto it.

Don’t think of whoever could be on the other side of those cameras,I told myself.Just close your eyes and do it.

My chest heaved up and down as I worked up the courage. Opening my eyes, I looked up—straight at the camera pointed directly at me. Without hesitation, I spread my legs as far as I could and leaned back against the headboard.

Slowly, I pressed my palm between my tits and moved downward, over my belly and towards my mound. My skin tingled as I pictured that it wasn’t one of his men—but Gaven himself—on the other side. How long would it take him before he barged in here? Would I manage to come before he did?

I wanted to see.

My fingers reached my pussy and I found myself already wet. Just the thought of Gaven made me this way. Closing my eyes, I tilted my hips up further as I started rubbing myself. Up and down, gently and then firmer—with more pressure. My fingers slicked over my entrance easily, picking up my wetness as I gathered it and then pulled them up to the top of my pussy.

Using my own juices, I rubbed circles around my clit, circling the little nub until a groan escaped my lips. My head moved back against the headboard as heat stole over my skin. I felt flushed as I toyed with myself. Hungry. I needed to be filled with something.

My free hand moved to my breasts. They hung heavy on my chest, my nipples already pebbled into tiny little beads. I pinched one, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger. Electricity raced through me and I cried out, arching against my own hands. My thighs trembled as I worked my clit harder.

Wetness gushed from my cunt, soaking the bare mattress. It’d be uncomfortable to sleep in a pool of my own juices—but if it pained Gaven to watch me masturbate then it was worth it.

I opened my mouth and let the sounds coming from my throat free. Moans poured from me as I worked myself into a frenzy. My stomach muscles cramped and tightened as I drove myself higher and higher. I pinched my nipples harder, pulling and plucking them away from my chest until they were dark and rosy and sore. I liked that soreness. It reminded me of the time Gaven had clamped my tits in the cheap, shitty motel I’d run to when I’d been eighteen and afraid of the wedding I was being forced into because of my father.

Gaven had found me and showed me just how he planned to punish me for defying him. Even now, the memory spurred my fingers faster. They flew over my clit, rubbing the nub in never-ending circles as my body undulated against the air and mattress. I could feel my pussy contracting—the greedy thing.

Gaven’s fingers had been so hard against my cunt as he’d thrust them into my core. I’d been frightened, confused by the sensations he was eliciting within me. I’d never known a man so harsh or cruel. He’d forced his way into my body, proving just how deeply he could own me.

Like the villain he was, Gaven had forced more than just his fingers into my virginal hole. He’d fucked me, broken through, and fisted my cunt, stealing my innocence for himself. I’d come like that too, driven to the brink of madness by him as he’d forced my body to heights I’d thought were only imaginary.

Even now, my pussy was growing swollen with anticipation. Too much so. I couldn’t take it anymore. My fingers left my nipples and moved down. I thrust two fingers into my cunt, their passage eased by the soaking wetness slipping from my own body, down the crack of my ass, and onto the mattress.

Whimpers rolled out from between my lips. I cried out as I felt myself nearing the edge of relief. So close…

Still, nothing from Gaven though. Tears pricked at my eyes. Was this not enough? What would it take if he didn’t come when I was so blatantly taunting him?

I was so absorbed in my own body and the feelings of pleasure coursing through me that when I next opened my eyes, I didn’t anticipate what I saw. A dark shadow lingered at the end of the bed, hovering like a monster in the night. I screamed in shock and jolted back against the headboard, slamming my spine into it as my hands fell away from my body.

Gaven’s icy blue gaze cut into me. “Oh, don’t stop on my account, Angel,” he said, his voice low, dangerous. “You’ve gone this far—you might as well gain a little bit of pleasure before I punish you.”

My chest rose and fell with the shock of his sudden appearance. I’d planned it. I’d hoped for this, but now that he was here, I found myself trembling under his sharp glare. Swallowing roughly, I pushed down the fear and tilted my head up.

Hoping he didn’t see the shaking of my hands, I defiantly met his gaze and spread my legs once more. “What’s wrong,Master?” I asked, taunting him with the word. “Are you angry with me?”

Gaven’s eyes fell to the place between my legs as I rubbed my fingers over my pussy and then tweaked my clit. Heat burned through me. With him actually there in front of me, my arousal heightened. More juices leaked out of me and slid over my folds.

“More than you could possibly know, Angel,” Gaven replied.

Still, despite his words, he didn’t try to stop me as I touched myself further. He remained at the end of the bed, never stepping closer, nor turning away. He watched, enraptured by the movements of my body and hands as I teased myself and played over my cunt.

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