Page 66 of Cruel Master
How did Hadrian come up with something so devious? It’s cruel. It’s painful. It’s humiliating.
It’s everything I ever wanted and more.
Fuck.
Somewhere in the last hour, I stopped seeing Hadrian as just my ex-husband. He’s still that, but he’s Saldar too. Saldar, but better. He’s giving off feral energy beneath his carefullycontrolled facade. Without the mask to hide behind, I can see the strain on his face as he tries to calm himself. He’s fighting to hold himself back, and it’s setting my blood racing.
But still—why does he have to make me say it?
I hate being forced to talk dirty. Act dirty—no problem. But speaking the words makes me want to shrivel up and die. And what he wants me to ask for? Christ. I should be stronger than this. The threat of a few days without an orgasm shouldn’t convince me to beg my captor to violate me. He’s done it before, but this time will be different.
This time, it’s really him.
Not a stranger in a mask, who sometimes felt like a fever dream. A real man. A real captor. I still have no idea what is going on, but if I beg nicely for his cock like a good little slave, it doesn’t exactly strengthen the case that he should let me go.
My pussy spasms on the dildo at that twisted thought, and I’d give anything in the world just to be able to move my hand. If I could rub my clit, I’d detonate straight away. It’d be that easy.
Hadrian sighs and drops his hand to his cock again. How is he so comfortable doing this in front of me? I once came home early and caught him jacking off, and he was so embarrassed I worried his face would ignite the atmosphere and kill us all. Yet here he is, handling his cock and staring right at me from eyes that are blacker than I remember.
“If you don’t feel like speaking up…”
He works himself in slow, lazy strokes, and I’m mesmerized. He’d feel so good inside me. Even in my ass, though it’s sore as all fuck. My pussy gives an angry clench, reminding me to hurry the fuck up. If he orgasms, it’s days of misery for me.
Fuck it.
I fight through the paralyzing wave of humiliation and manage. “Please, Master, take my ass.”
There. I said it.
His hand stills, and that brow climbs up again. Such a familiar expression, given new and dangerous life in this situation. “You can do better than that, doll. Convince me.”
Fuck. Him.
My lips feel numb, and my stomach knots as I manage, “Please fuck my ass. I need it. I need to come.”
It’s getting easier now that I’ve got started, and the way he draws in a breath at my words doesn’t hurt either. He likes this. “I want you inside me. Please!”
He smiles, and the lethal expression has no place on his face. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Adrenaline scorches my veins. I did it. I just begged Hadrian to fuck my ass, and now he’s going to oblige. He moves quickly, and I don’t miss the tremor in his fingers as he undoes my restraints. When he reaches the one at my waist, he pauses to reattach the clit clamp.
Finally, all the straps are off. I’m free but still impaled, and my body has forgotten how to move. Hadrian disappears behind the chair and extracts the dildos from my body. The whole panel must detach from the chair. I draw in a breath at how stingy and sore my ass feels. Why did I beg for this again? It’s going to fucking hurt.
But then the clit clamp buzzes to life, and my brain short circuits. God. Oh God, yes. It runs for a few seconds before it cuts off, and Hadrian chuckles as I groan. “Not till I’m in your ass. That’s the deal.”
He lifts me from the seat. He can carry me about so easily now. I expect him to bend me over the altar face down, his preferred position as Saldar, but instead, he lays me on my back almost reverently. I’ve never felt more like a sacrifice as he pulls my ass to the edge and tips my legs up.
Being face down would have been easier. Staring into his eyes as he runs his cock through the soaked mess of my pussy and lines it up with my ass is intimate in a way I’m not sure I’m ready for. My mind should be fuzzing over, slipping into the place where only sensations matter, but it doesn’t. His gaze holds me in the present. Right here with Hadrian.
He presses into me. I’m open from the dildo, but the stretch still makes me hiss, and he cups my cheek in his hand. “You’re doing well, doll. Really well.”
I melt at the praise as he slides himself all the way in; then the clamp comes to life. It’s different this time, a series of low pulses that build in intensity as Hadrian starts to thrust. I’m braced for disappointment, waiting for it to cut off, but it doesn’t. Thank fucking God. It’s not strong enough, not yet, but it’s getting there.
Hadrian picks up speed, settles his free hand on my breast, and pinches my nipple as the vibrations ramp up. Rich tendrils of pleasure uncoil in my guts, and this is where my eyes should be closing, but they don’t. I’m too fascinated by his face. His lips are parted, and his eyes move with rapid flickers, down my body and up to my face.
The vibrations ramp up another notch, and I’m lost. The orgasm rips through me as Hadrian’s hand slides up and tightens in my hair. Electric pleasure sears me from the inside out, and my body spasms.
He grips my hair harder and hammers into me, breath coming out in short gasps. His eyes close, and he grinds out, “Fuck. Yes. Juliet.”
