Page 35 of Cruel Master
Hadrian
Don’tshowheranymercy.
It should be more difficult than it is.
I thought I’d have to fight the urge to treat Juliet too softly, but right now, the opposite is true. The way she responds to me in this guise overwhelms me with…something. I want to push my little doll right to the edge and see how much she can take.
The liquid drips into her open mouth, and my cock stiffens at the sight of it. I never have to deprive myself again, unlike poor Juliet. She’s going to feel every second of the next twenty-four hours once the drug takes effect.
It’s a slow burn, and she won’t feel the full aphrodisiac effect for a little while. All the more reason to torment her a little myself to get things started.
Her eyes are wide and glisten with tears, but she’s not fooling me. I’m giving her exactly what she needs, even though she might hate me for it at the moment. I touch a finger to one ofthe raised welts on her inner thigh, and she hisses at the contact. Decorating her skin could become a favorite pastime.
Her nipples are still stiff and red. She would have hated the clamps. I resist the urge to pinch one and instead trace the tip of my finger around it in the way I know she loves. She tries to hide her reaction, but the telltale flutter of her eyelids gives it away. Christ, I wish I could suck on it. The one thing the costume doesn’t allow.
She’s breathing harder now and sighs when I switch to the other nipple. Ever since I captured her, she’s been hot and ready, as if just being here as my captive has her right on the edge. The crueler I am, the quicker she reacts.
I select a tiny vibrator, pick the lowest setting, and press it to her clit. She tries her best to stifle her reaction, but her hips shift toward it, and she closes her eyes. It’s almost too easy, and the control I have over her body washes over me in a heady rush. Juliet is as easy to program as my creations. I just never understood how to work her before.
When she starts to squirm, I switch the vibrator off and turn my attention back to the rest of her body. Her sensitive inner thighs this time. I linger for a while there, drawing patterns, and watch the moisture gather in her pussy. Then back to the vibrator for another minute. She whimpers when I turn it off.
I need to hear that sound again.
I’ve always been able to lose myself in a task, and this one is no different. It’s a game, and that sound is the goal. How close to the edge can I get her? Can I make her cry just from this? Time loses all meaning as I work on my poor Juliet.
When I glance at the timer, almost forty minutes have passed. Surely not. It flew by. Juliet’s pale face blazes red, and tears streak her cheeks. I could do this forever, but I need to leave her alone to her punishment. Besides, my cock needs attention. I slide athick dildo inside her, watch as her pussy clenches desperately on it, then pull her to the back of the altar.
I chose the height with just this goal in mind.
Her eyes are glassy and unfocussed, and she yelps when I slap her cheek. “Open up, doll.”
She blinks, then spreads her lips wide. I inch her back a little more, until her head tips off the edge, then unbutton my trousers and pull out my cock. I slide into her open mouth, filling her throat, and roll her nipple between my fingers as I start to thrust.
No need to ask permission. No need to check if I’m going too deep. She’s my slave, and she’ll take whatever I give her.
And even better, she’ll love me for it.
I’m so wound up I could come right away, but I don’t. I take it slow and watch the outline of my cock sliding in her throat. The way she twitches when she needs air and gasps it in desperately when I pull out far enough to let her breathe. It’s such a beautiful symphony of sights and sounds. I want to drink it all in.
I play with her nipples as I fuck her throat, and even as she struggles, her thighs clench. The dildo has worked its way mostly out, and I ram it back into her, loving the way her body jolts.
My new toy. I’ll never get tired of her.
I don’t want it to end, but I can’t hold myself in check forever. Soon, the wet heat of her throat becomes too much, and pleasure saturates me. I give her one final breath, then lose myself to it, letting the last few thrusts drive me to my release.
I groan as I shoot into her, and it’s an eerie sound through the voice changer. It, and the fading high from my orgasm, pull me back to reality. I look at Juliet. Really look at her.
Christ, she’s a mess.
She splutters as I pull out, white liquid dribbling down her face. She doesn’t seem to notice, lying there limp and dazed. Sweaty skin, puffy eyes, tangled hair. Thighs pressed together, holding the dildo in place like her life depends on it.
I shoot a quick glance at the timer. Over an hour since I gave her the drug, and it’s hard to tell whether it’s kicking in or her current state is all my doing. The urge I expected to have to fight much earlier hits me full force.
I want to take care of her. Wrap her in her blanket and make sure she eats and drinks. Run a bath for her and wash her tangled hair. This is Juliet, for God’s sake. My Juliet. I press my hands to my sides to keep them away from her.
Because in the end, she wouldn’t thank me for it.
Mercy equals boredom for Juliet, and she’s not my wife. She’s my slave. I need to treat her with the savagery she craves, even when she’s looking at me like Bambi in headlights.
