Page 106 of Cruel Master
Hadrian
TwoMonthsLater
The deep emerald-green collar glints at Juliet’s throat. It’s the exact shade of her eyes and compliments her beautiful hair as if she was born to wear it. Every time my eyes stray to it, my heart swells in my chest and I’m overcome with love. She’s really mine.
Right now, though, I’m sure she wishes she wasn’t.
She struggles on the bed, back arched at an angle that can’t be comfortable, even though she does yoga three times a week. Her braided hair is fastened to the pole of a hook buried in her ass. If she tries to straighten herself out, she jams it in deeper. Simple but effective.
I lean back in my chair and smile when her eyes meet mine. Her skin is flushed and sweaty, and by the way her lips are clamped together, she’s holding in a string of curses. It would only get her in more trouble, and she knows it. I can’t resist needling her. “Comfy?”
She lets out an anguished noise filled with rage, then snaps, “Yes,Master.Thank you so much.”
Oh, we’ve reached the point of sarcasm, have we? It must be bad. “Keep that attitude up, and I’ll add a little bit of your favorite lube. In fact, that’s a great idea.”
I stand and head for the drawer where I keep the stinging lube Juliet hates so much. I take my time reaching for the handle, waiting…
“No! No, please, Master.”
There we are. No sarcasm this time. Juliet and I have been having a lot of fun lately. Sometimes, I need to bring her back into line. I spin to face her, and wide green eyes meet mine. “What, you don’t like that idea?”
She’s been like this for twenty minutes already, and the strain is showing. I bound her hands in front of her, and her clenched fists twitch as she shifts, trying in vain to find a more comfortable position. “No. It’s too sore, I need to get out. Please…”
I tip my head to the side, as if considering, and let the seconds pass. “I’ll tell you what. Give me one orgasm like this, and I’ll set you free.”
Making Juliet orgasm in awkward, painful positions has become my new favorite game. It’s even more fun when I’ve denied her for a few days. Her struggle is beautiful.
I’ve become a twisted bastard and don’t regret one single second of it.
All I get in response is a pained whimper. Good.
I select a small vibrator. I don’t want to leave Juliet in this predicament for much longer, but she needs to pay the piper before she gets loose.
“Spread your legs,” I command, knowing it’ll put more pressure on the hook. It’s awkward for her, lying on her side, but she manages it with a groan. “Concentrate, doll.”
I activate the vibrator but don’t press it to her clit right away. No need to make this too easy. I start on her thighs, moving itin circles, just grazing the edge of her pussy with each pass. It doesn’t take long before her breathing picks up and her noises become less pained and more needy.
How long has it been? A day? Two? I lose track sometimes.
With only a minute of teasing, she’s glistening and ready. I slide in one finger, then two, just enjoying the feel of her tight, wet, heat on my skin. I love how well trained I’ve got her. She wriggles against my fingers, murmurs, “Please,” and it’s enough to make me shift the vibrator onto her swollen clit.
I can’t wait to see her fall apart.
I run the toy back and forth over her, bringing her closer to the edge with each pass. I know her body so well now that her progress toward the tipping point is as clear as writing on a screen to me. I use it against her plenty, and even though she’s getting her reward, I take the chance to torture her a little.
I pull the vibrator away. “Actually, it’s getting late. I have to leave in a few minutes. You take too long, doll. Maybe I’ll give you another chance tomorrow.”
“No! No, Master, please. Don’t stop.”
No hesitation. None of the embarrassment that she always feels when using my title. In moments like this, she’s laid bare, all her inhibitions stripped away. Dark power washes over me like a drug. Juliet is desperate, begging, and all mine. Fucking perfect.
I tap the toy lightly on her clit, and even the light pressure makes her squeak. She squirms toward it as I pull it away, heedless of the hook. Her ass will be sore later, and I’ll take full advantage once I get home from the auction.
I give her a low, mocking laugh. “Oh, doll. You really need this, don’t you?”
“Yes! Please! It’s been three days. Please.”
Ah. Three days, then. That is a little cruel of me.
