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Before, on earth, I’d simply find another way to self-soothe. Here, my options are limited. Fuck. Consequences be damned. Storming over to the door, I stride out into the main hall. No one is around to see me. Where is everyone?

I know most of the Ranchers and Ranch Hands have their hands full with running the farm, but there’s no one? Not one person here? Balling my hands into fists, I tilt my head up and scream to the heavens.

The sound rings about my ears, bouncing off of the rafters. In that moment, it sounds as if a chorus of us scream together, blending into one sound of immense sorrow. In that moment, I feel less alone. Dropping to my knees, I allow the tears I’ve held back these few weeks to fall hot on my cheeks.

I need someone, anyone... I need Master Antroli. As much as I hate to admit it, I need him now more than ever.

Chapter 22

Fiona

Sobs wrack my body as I lie there curled up as best I can. My arsehole aches as the tail presses against the opening, threatening to pop out as I lean over. I can’t bring myself to care.

Everything hurts. My heart, my head, my throat, my spine, every fucking inch hurts. I can’t tell how long I lay there screaming before someone hears me. Soon, however, warm arms scoop me up.

I don’t even have to look to know it’s Master Antroli carrying me back to our bedroom. His scent invades my nostrils, filling my lungs, giving me comfort. Turning into his chest, I breathe in that heady aroma of sweat, Ovibrosia, and strong, virile male.

“Shhhhh, my pet,” he murmurs, rocking me back and forth.

He comforts me but doesn’t force me to stop crying. My owner simply allows me this space to purge myself. Soft hiccups catch in my throat as I finally pull away and look into his eyes. We say nothing for several minutes, simply staring, drinking each other in.

“Is she going to be okay?” I manage to whisper, my throat hoarse and scratchy.

“I don’t know, love. I simply don’t know.”

For some reason, his term of endearment strikes a chord deep inside my soul. It unleashes the floodgates once more until I’m again sobbing in his arms. He holds me, allowing me to straddle his hips and lie my head against his chest so I can hear his heartbeat.

It thunders in my ears, a soothing cadence that threatens to override the hurt and pain until there’s nothing but him. Pulling back, I look into his eyes again, desperate for him to understand the words of my heart.

“Please,” I croak out. “I need you.”

“I hear you, love. I hear you.”

Grabbing me about the waist, he puts me on all fours. With gentle, yet insistent movements, he rocks the tail back and forth, easing the plug out of me. But I don’t want gentle. I don’t want easy. I want rough, hard, and fast.

I want to forget everything and only feel. With a gut-wrenching cry, I pull forward, forcing the plug out with a nearly audible pop. A strangled moan rips from my throat as the burning, searing pain short-circuits my brain until all I can do is feel.

Master Antroli grips my hips, his hands digging into my skin. “Never,” he growls, his breath hot against my spine. “Never do that again. You are not allowed to harm yourself. Ever. If pain is what you seek, I will provide it. Am I understood?”

There’s a raw tone to his words, a desperation I’ve never heard before. Pulling myself out of his grasp, I look at his face, gutted by the expression darkening his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I-”

“No,” he roars, stalking forward. “I will have your understanding before any other word passes through your lips. You are too fucking precious to me. Do. You. Understand?”

“Y- yes, Master,” I whimper, my heart cracking under the intensity of his gaze.

“Do you need me to hurt you?”

“Please,” I wail, my own desperation coloring my voice, making it thick with unrequited need.

“Then you shall have it.”

His fingers grip my thighs, digging in until I cry out from the discomfort. My pussy spasms as pain flutters up my body, making me a twisting, quivering mass of need. With one fluid motion, he yanks my legs open, prying me apart, forcing my pussy to be unobstructed to his hungry gaze.

I yelp as he continues to stretch me out until my joints scream. Only when he meets resistance does he stop. “Do you like this?” he growls as he rubs himself against me.

The fabric of his suit grinds against my pussy, abrading my sensitive flesh. I cry out in need as the sensations overwhelm me, swamping me until all I can think of is his fingers deep inside my pussy. Gone are all the morose thoughts threatening to drag me under.

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