Page 5 of Cruel God

She lifted her head and gazed up at me as I towered over her while palming her cheek, the sterling silver slave collar around her neck shimmering in the dimmed light. Seeing her on her knees by my feet gave me a sense of ultimate power, a feeling of supremacy that could only be described as euphoric.

Her dark eyes looked up at me pleadingly, but I knew her well enough to know it wasn’t a plea for mercy. It was a plea for ecstasy.

She placed her hand on top of mine while nestling her head deeper into my touch. “I have been waiting for you the whole day.”

“Did you miss me, Butterfly?”

“I always do, master.”

“Good.” I took her hand and helped her up from the floor. At five foot four, she was much smaller than my six-foot-four frame. She was fragile, delicate, and petite, and I wouldn’t want her any other way.

“Look at me.” I touched her cheek with the back of my hand, and her eyes met mine—sweet affection lingering in her chocolate irises. To have her look at me with those rich brown eyes married with softer hues always took my fucking breath away. Never had I ever seen a trace of contempt, hate, or even a sign of resentment in her eyes whenever she looked at me. I never understood why. How she couldn’t hate me after what my family had taken from her.

Freedom.

Youth.

Family.

“Do you remember why I call you Butterfly?”

She nodded.

“Want me to tell you again?”

“Yes, please,” she whispered, her cheeks kissed with a gentle blush.

My thumb touched the center of her mouth, her lips parting against my finger. “Butterfly wings have an iridescent glow that have the power to captivate the eye of the most hardened man. The way it flaps its wings, it stirs serenity with a beauty that has no place in this ugly world.”

I leaned down, barely touching her lips with mine. “You are the beauty in my ugly world. Tell me you’ll never forget that.”

Her chest rose as she inhaled deep. “I’ll never forget.”

“That’s my butterfly.”

My gaze dropped down to her naked breasts, big enough to fill the palm of my hand. Her rosy pink nipples were already hard, and I licked my lips as my mouth watered, ready to taste them.

I nodded toward the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. “Sit.”

Without a second’s hesitation, she moved backward until the mattress hit the back of her knees. I intently studied her as she sat down, her back straight and posture perfect, pushing her chest out toward me. The air around us became electric as it always did whenever we were together. I positioned myself between her legs while slowly dragging the back of my hand down her arm.

“Ask me about my day,” I ordered softly.

She shivered under my touch, and I couldn’t help but smile. I loved the power I wielded over her body. It was my favorite part of this game. Knowing that she was mine and that I was her whole world.

“How was your day, master?” Her soft, angelic voice made me close my eyes for just a second before leaning closer, bringing my face inches from hers while my hand continued down her body.

“My day was excellent, thank you for asking.”

Her heart-shaped lips parted, and I felt a swirl of her warm breath waft over my face.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she whispered.

“You should be.”

Her breath hitched as I traced my fingertips down the inside of her leg. I grabbed her thigh and forced her legs wider, glancing down at the smooth, glistening heaven I’d lose myself in soon. I bit my lower lip before moving my fingers closer to where I knew she needed my touch the most. Her head craned back as I lightly brushed my fingers against her pussy, and I groaned when I felt how ready she was for me. Always fucking ready.

“Does my little butterfly want to play?”

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