Page 10 of Master B-1212 (Garden of the Gods)

Still, she kept inhaling deeply as I kept my hold steady.

“You’ve come though, right?”

At her confusion, something twisted in my brain. Had I thought she was innocent before? So many ideas collided at the possibilities I began seeing with this slave.

“Clara, the feel-good feeling. Orgasms. You’ve had them before, haven’t you?”

She gasped as I pinched to the top of her folds, teasing her clit without so much stimulation. When I let go of her throat to tease her breast, she cried out even louder.

“Once. In a dream, I think. I…need. We shouldn’t,” she sobbed, “talk about this.I can’t.”

“You’ll talk to me about whatever I want. You’ll talk, you’ll come. Baby, I’m going to make you scream so good. To feel good though, it’s going to hurt. You know this?”

Her fearful eyes searched mine. She truly was clueless, only adding to the racing in my mind. Clara was completely innocent. A virgin yes, but an untainted one. I could make her believe anything. I could make her like what I did. I could corrupt her pleasure, bending it to my own needs, and she’d never know the difference.

Manipulation…Malevolence…

“Do you feel this?” I moved my hips, withdrawing from her, only to push my head back in. Clara moaned, nodding desperately as the oil calmed her again. She was trying to rock, trying to keep the pleasure going. “I have a lot to go to be inside of you all the way. That’s where it feels really good, but to do that,” I nudged into the wall of her virginity, making her jump and cry out. “I have to get through that. I’m leaving the choice to you. Do you want to keep doing this, or do you want to take a little pain to make it feel really good?”

“I…”

While she thought, I got lost in the way her pussy kept clenching around me. With the pad of my thumb, I dipped down, tracing her folds that were to each side of my width. I stroked down my length, using my head to make a path all over her slit. I took my time, not forcing an answer one way or another. She’d decide this. I was going to come in her regardless.How deep, was the question.

“Master.”

I glanced to her face for the first time in minutes. Red was rosy on her cheeks as her glazed eyes were nearly hidden by heavy lids. She licked her lips, and I noticed how swollen they were as she continuously pressed them into each other. I’d never wanted to kiss lips so much in my life. Kiss. Bite. Suck.Choke.Her beauty had quadrupled when she was wearing the pleasure I brought her. It was almost too much, like a dream.

“Have you decided between this or the pain?”

“You can make this feeling stop?”

“I can, but only if from here on out you’re good. No more running. If you stay, I’ll keep this feeling away. Otherwise, I’ll oil you up every day and let you suffer just like this from here on out.”

Horror. She even sobbed at my words.

“No more oil. I can’t bear it. I’ll stay; I’m Bordelli. I’m strong. I choose the pain.”

I nodded, moving back to put myself over her. Lowering, I let our lips brush. At first, Clara didn’t know what to do, but she quickly caught on, letting her tongue come out to meet mine as I traced it over her lips. She rocked, and I reached under her, tugging at my shirt to release her hands. A wince and sound poured into my mouth as she battled the feeling returning to them. Within minutes, our kissing became more passionate. She held around me, tightening her grip and moving against the tip I had eased into her. I withdrew, starting my motions slow, barely even inside. In. Out. In. Out.

“Just like that,” I whispered to her lips. “Move that pussy against me. Feels good, right?”

“Yes.” She brought her legs up higher.

In.

Out.

In.

“You’re so beautiful. Eyes red from crying. Lips swollen but wanting more. Feel me. Think how much you’re going to like it when I’m deeper inside you, making you feel better than you ever have. I can do that for you, slave. You’re going to love this when the pain passes.”

In.

Out.

With each thrust, my need to make her scream was torture. It all rested on me, and I was the one in control. I could make it happen at any time. She’d be surprised, oblivious to what was coming, and I loved that the most.

In.

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