Page 43 of Cruel Master

As if he sensed my thoughts, he pointed with his free hand to the floor. “On your knees,” he said. “When I said come to me, I meant crawl. Crawl to your Master, Angel.”

My chest rose and fell. His words sank into my head, but they didn’t take effect for several moments. He waited—ever the patient Master. I looked to the floor. It wasn’t really hard under my feet. Neither was it rough. In fact, it was almost … inviting. As if this place had been designed for this. Then again, it was a sex club—itwasdesigned for this.

I sank to my knees, my eyes on the floor as my hair fell in a curtain around my face. My hands landed against the softness of the carpet, as did my knees. Heartbeat throbbing in my throat, I lifted my head and put one hand in front of the other.

Icrawledto him, just as he had commanded, feeling every bit as exposed as I knew he wanted me to be tonight in these clothes. My ass swayed back and forth as I moved toward him, slowly edging closer with each passing second until I was in front of his spread legs.

Gaven sat up and looked down at me. His hand came down on the top of my head, stroking my hair back. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked.

Silent, I shook my head. Surprisingly, no. It hadn’t been difficult at all. In fact, it’d felt natural. As if I was always meant to come to him on my knees.

“You’re so pretty like this, Angel.” When he spoke, it was in a whisper. “On your knees, ready to serve me. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me.”

His words, combined with the low throbbing of my cunt, made electricity dance through the air over my skin. My mouth opened on a sharp inhale as his hand moved down to my face, thumb stroking over my cheek and lower until he touched my lower lip. He pressed down and then inward, sliding his thumb into my mouth, over my tongue.

Instinctively, I closed my lips and sucked his thumb further into my mouth, licking over the pad there. His eyes locked on mine. The swell at the front of his pants told me more than his expression just how much it affected him. A spark of pride danced within me. I wasn’t the only one affected by this thing between us.

Pulling his thumb from my lips with a pop, Gaven spoke. “I want you to tell me the truth of what happened that night, Angel.” His words made me stiffen, but he didn’t give me time to respond. “It’s an inevitability. If you want my protection—and make no mistake, you need it—then you’ll have to give yourself to me as you were always meant to.”

“Our marriage was arranged,” I reminded him. “Why do you care so much?” Was it just because he hadn’t gotten what he wanted? Or was there something more between us? Deep down, I hoped that was the case. Even though I knew I shouldn’t.

Gaven leaned forward in his seat, hovering over me. With his head bent, the light above us cast his face in shadow. I could just picture the two of us sitting like this—me on my knees with my face turned towards the light and him, the monster in the shadows. Faceless. Cruel. Deviant.

“Because the moment I put my ring on your finger, Angel,” he said, “was the moment you becamemine.” His head tilted down as his hand rose and he touched the jewelry encircling my throat. “You might have been gone for the last five years, but that never meant that I didn’t claim you. Everything about you—from your defiant attitude to your lush little body, meant to carry my seed—is mine. That is a fact even you can’t erase.”

I sighed. “I can’t give you what you want,” I informed him. A part of me, a secretive part, wanted to. She wanted it like she’d never wanted anything in her life. But reality was different from fantasy.

“It doesn’t matter what you think you can or can’t do, Angel,” Gaven said. “Youwill. That’s what it means to be owned by me.”

Looking up at him the way I was, I found myself wholly swallowed by his expression. Though shadowed, the intensity of his gaze made its way through to bore into me. My soul—that was what he had threatened to take. That was what he wanted. I feared, for a moment, that it was too late. That he already had it.

Then his gaze lifted and the spell was broken. I gasped for breath as he sat back in his seat and his fingers left me. I sucked in breath after breath, not realizing that I’d been holding it in until my chest began to ache.

Gaven lowered his hands to the crotch of his pants and my eyes anchored there, watching him as he unbuttoned and then unzipped, freeing his erection from the fabric. My mouth began to water. I leaned forward, automatically drawn closer, as he fisted himself and held his throbbing cock up, stroking it once from base to tip.

I realized for a moment that I’d never given myself a moment to observe him, to really look at him. His cock was long and thick, veins trailed up the underside, and the mushroom-shaped head was slightly pinker than the shaft.

“Enough lies, Angel,” Gaven said, refuting my words. “Open your mouth and take me.”

Although I should have resisted and told him to fuck off, I didn’t. I couldn’t. Instead, I leaned forward and followed my husband’s order. My lips parted and I closed my eyes as I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. My hands came up, replacing his at the base of his shaft. I gripped him tight and sank down over him.

It felt different with me on my knees before him, somewhat willingly this time. He filled my mouth until my lips were stretched around him. The salty taste of his precum invaded, sliding over my tongue as I sucked him down further. A pressure landed on the back of my skull—his palm. I shivered at the sensation.

Beneath the skimpy lingerie I’d been given for tonight, my nipples tightened further until they were hard little points. With every brush against the fabric covering them, I grew wetter and wetter. Pulling back, I licked up the underside of Gaven’s shaft before popping off and sucking down a harsh breath.

His palm clenched, fingers sliding through my hair and pulling the strands sharply until a burst of pain shot through my skull. I cried out and Gaven took full advantage, pushing my head back down and impaling me on his hard cock until the head bumped against the entrance to my throat.

I choked, opening my eyes and looking up at him through a misty gaze. His face was impassive, though his muscles weren’t. His jaw was tight, a vein pulsing there as he glared down at me.

“Take me deep,” he growled. “All the way in your throat like a good little wife is supposed to.”

Tears lingered against my lashes. My throat closed tight as he tried to force himself deeper. My tongue squirmed under the shaft and his hand clenched in my hair again. I paused, realizing that it was a sign. I licked at him again and felt a slight tremble in the thighs encasing me between his legs.

It was clear he had no intention of letting me off of him until he came, so I sucked in a breath through my nose, praying that my nostrils remained clear long enough. Then I pressed my palms into his thighs and lifted up on my knees as I bobbed my head against his lap. His cock moved forward, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

More salt filled my mouth. Precum. Reaching up, I grabbed a hold of his base and pumped him up and down with a tight grip. Gaven’s responding moan was my reward. He pressed into me further. Filling up not just my mouth but making his way into my throat. I felt owned. Claimed. Debased.

Somehow, my body didn’t mind. My inner thighs were soaked with the evidence of how turned on this made me. Gaven was right to call me a slut—that’s exactly what I was when it came to him.

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