Page 66 of Cruel Master

Gaven didn’t seem that concerned with my tortured thoughts, though. Even if he could hear their silent pleas, he moved slowly. Damn him, but I knew it was because he was worried about hurting me. I wanted the pain, though. I wanted every sensation he caused, even if it was discomfort.

Easing through his passage until he was balls deep in my cunt and I swore I could see stars dancing behind my eyes as they slid shut. My inner walls tightened, clamping around him, begging him to stay when he withdrew. Thankfully, though, his cock didn’t listen because in the next instant, when he thrust back into me, my body was lit on fire.

My nails scratched at the sheets as my fingers pressed harder beneath my knee. It was all too slow. I wanted it hard, rough. I wanted … pain.

My eyes opened with the surprise of my realization. I craved the agony Gaven gave me; I wanted him to hurt me because, with the hurt, I knew pleasure would soon follow.

“You’re so tight, love,” Gaven groaned against my ear. “Your cunt is clamping down on me, sucking me in. You want my seed, don’t you? Are you ready to have my baby?”

A soft gasp escaped me as he drove into me the barest bit harder. “Yes,” I moaned. “Please, Master. Please come inside me. Fill me up.”

As if my confession spurred him on, soon, each sharp jerking movement of his hips as they slapped into my asscheeks caused fresh sounds to echo up from my throat. After several moments of the onslaught, Gaven shoved my hand and leg down and urged me over onto my front. My chest pressed into the mattress and I turned my cheek against the sheets as I sucked in breath after breath.

His grip tugged my backside upward until I was ass up and face down in the bed as he drove into me, wrecking my insides with his cock. The wet, slick sounds of my pussy, as it ate up his dick, was humiliating as much as it was arousing.

One firm hand left my hip and came down hard across my ass. “More,” he growled. “Push back against me, Angel. Show me how much you want me.”

It didn’t take any more encouragement from him. My forearms were shoved into the mattress a moment later as I arched back against him, shoving my ass against him with each thrust he made. “Master…” I groaned, whimpering as I felt my lower belly heat up. “Master … oh fuck, please.”

I didn’t even hear the words as they escaped my lips, but Gaven did. Because each word made him pulsate inside of me. His cock swelled inside my pussy. His hands slid across my asscheeks, one side pulling me open as I imagined him staring down at where we met—his cock in my core. The other, though, had a different goal. Fingers prodded at my pussy, stretched as it already was around his shaft. A fresh moan rumbled up my chest as he pressed in alongside his already thick cock.

“What a hungry little hole,” he panted above me. “Is my cock not enough for you, Angel?”

I was drooling against the sheets, moaning and delirious with the promise of relief. My insides were a rioting mess as I shoved my pussy back against him. I didn’t even care as he inserted another finger, two hooked just inside the rim of my cunt as he powered into me. He pulled, and the sharpest hint of pain hit me, but all it did was make the pleasure that much more intense.

“Master … please, may I come?” I needed it. The release was right there. So close, and yet … I craved his permission.

“All by yourself?” Gaven’s low voice was like ambrosia to my ears. “How selfish … no, you may not.”

I whimpered in sorrow. “Please,” I begged, hoping if I just gave him something more—my submission—he would cave and give it to me. “Please, Master. I’m so close…” Dangerously close. Sparks were already dancing in front of my eyes. My belly cramped as I tried to hold myself back.

“Don’t you fucking dare come before I give you permission,” Gaven growled. “If you do, Angel, I promise you’ll regret it.”

Gripping the sheets, I leveraged up and gasped for relief as I tried to think of something else—anything to keep myself from coming undone around his cock. “I-I…” I couldn’t speak, couldn’t tell him that I needed him to stop if he wanted me to follow his command. Tears dripped down my cheeks, sliding from my lashes over my face and falling from my chin to hit the sheets below us.

His fingers stretched my hole as he thrust into me sharply and I cried out as pain assaulted me. “Master!” My back bowed. My orgasm faded slightly, just enough for me to catch my breath.

“That’s right, love, I’m your Master,” Gaven said, his words filled with satisfaction. “Master of your body and your soul.”

“Yes…” I mumbled. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” I thrust my hips back against him as he continued to fuck me. Whatever he wanted, I would give him. If he wanted a delirious sex slave who would crawl at his feet and suck his cock at all hours, I would do it. I would present myself naked to him in front of whoever he wanted. I wouldn’t care who watched as I let him fuck my pussy and drown me in his cum. I was lost to the masterful technique of his cock and fingers as he continued his ministrations.

It was easier this way, to let him have control. My whole body was relaxed—as if it’d given up the fight. I couldn’t remember why he had thought to be gentle with me in the first place. The pain of my wounds was nothing compared to the pleasure he was giving me. All I knew was that I'd lose my mind if he didn’t allow me to come soon.

As if he sensed that, too, Gaven pulled out of me—both his fingers and his cock—causing me to cry out in hopelessness.No! I wasn’t there yet!

I felt him get off the bed and a moment later, his hand landed in my hair, gripping tight. More tears continued to leak down my face as he used his hold on my hair to direct me off the bed as well. My knees hit the floor as he stood over me. I tipped my head back, and though I couldn’t see myself, I was sure my face was a mess of tears and blotchy skin.

“Open your mouth,” he snapped.

My lips parted automatically and with his free hand, Gaven grabbed ahold of the base of his cock and pushed the head into my mouth. I choked, eyes widened as he didn’t ease it into me. He thrust over my tongue and past my gag reflex, holding me tight as he shoved his cock down my throat.

Looking up through wet, fused lashes, I watched as his head craned back and he sawed back and forth. His cock forced its way between my lips, filling my mouth with the taste of him and my own juices. It was sharp and tangy. I closed my eyes and relished in it as my pussy dripped between my legs, drenching my thighs.

“You suck me so good, love,” Gaven’s gruff voice filtered through my head. The praise lit me up from the inside and made my cunt throb. I kept my hands on my thighs as I let him use me. He gripped my hair tight and used his hold to fuck my face just the way he intended. “Good girl … you’re doing so well. What a pretty little whore you make for your husband, Angel.”

My eyes opened, and I looked up at him, blinking as I realized he was staring down at me. I could only imagine what I must have looked like with my cheeks hollowed out as he thrust his cock into me. He bared his teeth, the veins in his neck standing out as he groaned. A shudder worked through him and his hips stuttered against my face until he pulled my face sharply into his crotch. Squeezing my eyes shut again as his cock pressed impossibly deep, I swallowed around the hardness in my throat, coughing as he choked me on his shaft.

“No, shit!” his cock disappeared from my lips. He panted, straining above me as he held himself back. His eyes glittered dangerously down at me. “That's not where my cum should go if we want an heir to our empire, is it, sweetheart?”

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