Page 101 of Cruel Master
Christ.
She’s almost too beautiful to look at, and I spend far too long drinking her in before I manage to say, “What rule did you break?”
She licks her lips. “I covered myself, Master.”
“That’s right. Your body belongs to me, and I want it on display at all times.”
I unzip my jeans and pull out my cock. Her eyes widen as she stares at it, and her lips part. It almost tips me over the edge, and I haven’t even touched myself yet. If she’s as worked up as I am, she’s going to be desperate by the time I let her come. Maybe later today, if she’s well behaved.
I grip my cock in my fist. It’s tempting to use her mouth, but this will drive the point home better. She’s mine to use however I want, and there’s something especially demeaning about this. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, eyes locked on my hand as it works my cock.
I’m almost there before I've even started. No need to draw this out. I grind out, “Mouth open,” and she does just as she’s told, spreading her lips wide as I explode all over her.
The orgasm is quick and rough. Not as satisfying as being inside Juliet, but the sight before me more than makes up for it. She blinks, painted in my come. Perfect. Fucking perfect. Never mind dinner parties. I’m not letting anyone else into this apartment ever. I’m going to keep Juliet naked and on her knees until the end of time.
The high from my orgasm fades, but the deep sense of satisfaction doesn’t. I tidy myself up, re-buckle my belt, and take my time getting myself together before I say, “You can stay like that and think about what you did whilst I make breakfast.”
It takes around twenty minutes.
I might have dragged things out a little.
Juliet watches my every move, and by the way she shifts her thighs together and lets out pathetic little moans, she’s enjoying the degrading position as much as I’m enjoying pretending to ignore her. It’s hard not to talk, but I feel like words would just ruin things. I’ve made my point.
Just as I’m starting to plate up, I say, “You may go and clean up. Don’t take long.”
She scurries away, and I pile the greasy food onto both of our plates. My stomach is doing cartwheels. That worked up an appetite.
She comes back—still naked—and her eyes lock on to the food. I wave a hand at the table. “Sit. Eat.”
She flashes me a quick grin. “This looks amazing.”
Then she sits down—still very much naked—-and tears into the food.
Maybe I didn’t think the whole “no clothes” thing through as well as I should have. It’s going to be distracting as all hell. How am I going to concentrate on anything normal? It wasn’t a problem when I was dropping in for a visit twice a day.
For the next few minutes, all either of us cares about is eating. I’m not the greatest cook in the world, but I’m so hungry this might as well be Michelin-starred, and Juliet seems to feel the same. Once most of the food is gone, she takes a long sip of coffee—white with two sugars—and closes her eyes.
“First, I thought I missed the bathroom the most. Then the bed. But this might be the winner.” She wraps her hands around the mug and lets out a long, beatific sigh. Then a crease forms between her brows. When she opens her eyes again, her gaze is sharper. “Do we just talk normally most of the time? Not like when you were Saldar.”
A good question. I need to be Juliet’s master, and I will, but that's not all I want. I need her, too. Her conversation and her jokes. And I want to just be me some of the time. I knew this transition would be hard, but the reality of it is more difficult than I imagined.
Her asking this question is good, though. It means she might have decided to give this a chance.
She takes another bite of her fried bread and looks at me expectantly. I nod. “Yes, we can talk normally. I don’t just wantyour body. I want your mind.” She smiles, and I drop my voice into its stern register. “But I own you. Don’t forget it.”
She shifts on her seat. “My ass is on fire. I’m not forgetting any time soon.”
“Good.”
I glance at the clock. It’s eleven—three hours until my meeting with Kendrick and the council. “If you’re finished with your food, feed Charlie and get dressed. I want to show you a bit more of the Compound and check in with Candice.”
“Get dressed into what?”
Oh. Good point. “The closet in the bedroom has clothes for you. Put on some activewear. We can drop into the gym if you’re feeling up to it.”
She trails her gaze over my body, and I fight the urge to tense my muscles under her stare. “So, you actually worked out to get into that shape? I thought maybe your science cult has a super soldier machine or something.”
“Sadly, no. I might ask Candice to get to work on one, though.”
