Page 21 of Cruel Master

Her cheeks hollowed out and her eyes glittered with anger. “Imagine my fist in your ass this time,” I said. “Imagine you spread open for all to see with one fist in your cunt and another in your ass. You know I’d never let any other man touch you.” I couldn’t bear the thought. She was fucking mine, after all. “But I’d be more than happy to let them watch as I make you come in the most humiliating of ways.”

It would be the ultimate act of control. Forcing her to lose herself as a crowd of men looked on. I already knew that Angel might not have minded a hint of exhibitionism—my filthy little girl. She seemed to enjoy a little bit of degradation and humiliation. I was the one that didn’t want to share her.

“It’s up to you,” I said, “but I’m not pulling out until I’m good and ready. You wanted to torture me, baby. Now, you get the cock you craved and you’ll take it until I’ve finished spilling my cum into your belly and you’re walking around with my seed sloshing around inside of you. If you want a little blood with my cum—I can be more than accommodating.”

Her teeth carefully pulled back and the sensation of her soft lips pillowing around my shaft returned. I grinned, feeling victorious. “Good girl.” I patted her hair softly, stroking the sides.

If Angel finally understood her situation or not, after that last warning, she seemed to give up on fighting me. I sawed in and out of her mouth with ease, thrusting all the way into her tight, resisting throat and then pulling out until I could paint her in the strings of saliva and precum once more. Gripping her hair tight as she coughed, I grabbed ahold of the base of my cock and held it against her cheek.

It arched up against her soft skin. “Open,” I commanded. “Lick.”

Blinking, Angel’s eyes looked up at me with caution as she parted her lips and her pink tongue came out. She stroked up the underside of my shaft, licking from base to tip like it was a lollipop. The sight of her, so focused on pleasuring me despite the constant barrage against her clit turned me on like nothing else.

It was as if she’d forgotten the pleasure from below in favor of servicing me. That was what I wanted—for her to lose herself in worship. She suckled at my head without a command, circling the slit that contained my cum with the tip of her tongue. She laved me up and down before parting her lips and sucking the head into her mouth.

Her lashes lowered and she suckled. She didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing. I wasn’t controlling her anymore, but letting her play and in essence, her natural submissive came out. Wanting to take care of her Master, she reached up and took my cock from my hands, stroking it up and down, gripping me perfectly as she licked and suckled at me.

It was enough to nearly have me come undone far too early. After a few minutes of her careful ministrations, I knew I had to put a stop to it. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I yanked back abruptly when she would’ve taken my cock into her mouth once more. “Enough.”

Hazel eyes snapped up to meet mine. Her dark lashes trembled against her skin. With the toe of my shoe, I pushed forward between her legs. The shower head moved back and I could tell the second it hit her entrance because her lips parted on a gasp and her body quickly jumped against my hand.

“Let it happen, Angel,” I said, moving the toe of my shoe further, nestling it against the shower head. “Lower yourself down.”

She blinked, confusion covering her features. I pushed down with my free hand on her shoulder, forcing her down against my shoe as I tilted it up and lifted my foot, pinching her little clit against the hard leather fabric. Petal pink lips parted as a gasp escaped her.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” I asked. “Do you like it when a man steps on your clit?”

She whimpered in response, the sweetest of sounds to my ears. “Do you want to come?” I taunted her. I just bet she did. With the water slamming into her cunt and my Italian leather loafers pinching against her clit, she was probably closer than ever.

I adjusted my hold, directing her face upward so I could see every dirty, filthy detail of her submission. Her nipples were red and beaded at the tips of her breasts. Her stomach was hollowed in, sucking in with each breath she took. Her pulse fluttered against the inside of her throat, moving rapidly like the beating wings of a hummingbird.

“You know what you have to do, don’t you?” I asked. “If you want to come…you need to be a good girl, don’t you?”

Her eyes settled on my cock, and she tried to move forward, but I held her steady. “Ah, ah.” A smile graced my lips. “I didn’t say you could have that, did I?”

Another whimper echoed up the tiled walls. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, relishing in the sound before reopening them and refocusing back on the woman on her knees before me.

“If you want to come,” I said. “Then you’ll have to beg for my forgiveness. Ask me to forgive my filthy little wife for touching what doesn’t belong to her, for making herself come all on her own.”

“If you hadn’t left me alone, I wouldn’t have—”

My grip on her hair tightened and I yanked hard, stopping her words. “Now, now,” I said, chiding. “Let’s not place the blame and take responsibility for our actions. I’m taking responsibility for you now, love. The least you can do is do the same for your own actions.”

She shuddered as I lowered my toe and then tapped against her clit once, twice, three times—an unspoken warning. Her hands latched onto my pants. “You can’t just expect me to remain locked up in this room without—”

“I expect you to follow my rules—both spoken and unspoken,” I said, cutting her off. “Now, are you going to apologize and ask for forgiveness, or do we need to step this up?”

Her eyes narrowed. “You and I both know that you’re going to step it up regardless,” she snapped. “This is hardly a punishment. You’re not done with me.”

“No,” I agreed. “I’m not, but your apology and sincerity will determine whether or not I’ll let you come at the end of your punishment or not. So, how about it?”

Angel’s hair slid over her shoulder, the dark blonde strands catching my attention as she dipped her head. A beat of silence passed, and then another and another. I’d nearly given up hope that she would understand the error of her ways and that I would have to use much harsher methods to punish her than I truly wanted to when she finally looked back up at me.

“I’m sorry … Master,” she said carefully, rounding the words out with her lips as if she wasn’t quite sure yet whether they belonged in her mouth or not. “Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you for what, pet?” I asked.

“For being naughty,” she replied. “For breaking your rules and touching myself without permission and making myself come without permission.”

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