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  I didn’t move, even when Pauline started to cleanse the welts covering my back. She didn’t speak, nor acknowledge me but her soft humming lulled me into further isolation, my emotions and thoughts belonging to no one, not even myself.

  The way it had always been. The way it would be, right up until the end.

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  I blew out a breath as he circled me, his hands tucked in his trouser pockets, his shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows. “This is the stance you will exhibit when your Master instructs you to take the Sula position.”

  If I dared, I would have rolled my eyes. I couldn’t help but feel this was all a waste of time. I didn’t have long enough to be anyone’s property, we both knew it and I just found the whole education pointless and ridiculous.

  His foot nudged my legs further apart, demanding absolute perfection. I bit my lip as my predictable temper rose. I was laid flat on my back, naked, my arms by my side, palms up and legs open, displaying my body fully. The aim of this stance was to humiliate, to drill in the understanding that I was someone’s possession to do as they pleased with.

  “Master,” I whispered, asking permission to speak quietly. He huffed but authorised me to continue with a nod. “If I may, why… what is the point of this?”

  He frowned and tilted his head. “This is what will be expected of you, Mae. Your complete submission and acquiescence.”

  “Yes,” I continued as I looked up at him. “I understand that but…”

  “But?” he urged when I hesitated.

  “But well, we both know this is a waste of time.” His expression of bewilderment encouraged me. “I won’t… be here long enough to even be sold.”

  Darkness shrouded his face. I gulped at the anger radiating from him. His jaw clenched as he dropped to crouch beside me. “You will cease these thoughts, Mae. You no longer own your own thoughts. They are mine, and I won’t tolerate them.”

  I squinted at him. “I’m sorry, but my thoughts are there in my head whether I like it or not. You can’t stop yourself from thinking, Master.”

  “I appreciate that, lamb. However, you will no longer see this… illness as it is. You’ve accepted it, I understand that. Nevertheless, it won’t make an ounce of difference.”

  What the hell?

  My mouth opened and closed in shock and I shook my head. “Of course it will make a difference. It’s too late now.”

  I gasped when he snatched my chin in his fingers and twisted my face towards him. “Will you listen for once? I asked you to stop with this topic. It is no longer up for discussion, I forbid it.”

  Oh well, that was it then – he forbid it!

  “But why?” I could sense his fury growing with each question I posed but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t understand him and it was this that drove the most disturbing confession from him yet. “Why do you care?”

  He scoffed this time, the familiar cruel smile rendering me still in preparation to his words. “Why do I care?” He shook his head slowly and pressed his face nearer to mine. I shivered as his breath once again tickled my ear, the hint of mint from his morning brush tickling my senses. “I care because you are something quite special, Mae. Your beauty, your body, each are worthy of the highest bidder.”

  My heart sped up as my stomach plummeted with his next revelation. “You are worth a great deal of money to me. You are already on £500,000. And the bidding matures with every moment you succumb to the cruelty. Can you imagine just how much you will be worth fully trained? Your exquisite little cunt is worth at least a million…” I whimpered when he pressed even closer, though the action seemed impossible with his already close proximity. “… dead or alive.”

  I squeezed my eyes closed, desperately attempting to block the tears as he stood up and walked away.

  I rolled over when the door closed behind him, then curled up and cried. Cried for his hatred, and cried for his disgust.

  And sobbed for the end to come.

  Chapter Ten

  ‘Submit to suffering to find the promise of better.’

  My nipples pebbled, the bud of them swollen and rigid as his wet mouth sucked hard on them. His tongue traced around them slowly, the tip flicking occasionally, triggering a jolt of heat into my belly. My fingers found his thick lustrous hair, curling into his dark mane as I pulled him closer, refusing him any escape.

  I moaned, my back arching when his teeth teased me, his gentle bite causing a storm between my legs, arousal dampening me in readiness for him.

  As though he was aware, his fingers found my warmth, sinking deep into my pussy to feed the need. I pushed against him, eager for more, desperate for him to bate the fire raging inside me.

  “Please...” I begged as I bucked into him.

  “You’re so beautiful when you want me, lamb. So God damned delicious that I need to taste you.”

  I groaned as his lips trailed down my body, heat following behind his touch. He paused on my stomach, his tongue tracing the edge of my navel. I was going crazy with need, bursting with lust and desire. Gripping his head lightly, I directed him between my thighs. His deep chuckle made me smile; it was so deep and masculine, lighting my desire into an unbearable longing. “God damn it, Daniel. Will you stop torturing me, I need to come.”

  “Mmm,” he murmured, the wisp of his breath teasing my pussy. “You need to come on my tongue, lamb.”

  “Yes, yes I do.”

  I cried out in surprise when his teeth clamped my clit lightly, electricity bursting from the bite into my brain. His tongue eased the sting, the flat of it dragging across the tip of the stimulated tissue, generating a deep growl to echo in my throat.

  “Fuck, lamb. I love it when you make that sound. Makes my cock throb.”

  I couldn’t wait any longer, the need was too intense. “I need you inside me, I need your cock in me. Please Daniel, please fuck me.”

  He reared up. My eyes widened on him as he bore his teeth and snarled at me. His eyes filled with hatred. “You filthy-mouthed whore.”

  I gasped as his fist struck my cheek….

  I jolted upright, the hammering in my chest causing me to place my hand on my breastbone to check my heart hadn’t actually come through in fright. Sweat tickled my eyes. I pulled a trembling hand across them, wiping away the sting as I searched the dark room.

  A dream. Just a dream.

  I flopped back on the mattress, the deep luxurious softness enveloping me and calming me immediately. I flung the duvet off in an attempt to cool my raging body. Every single one of my nerves was on fire, the tiny hairs on my body reared up in yearning for a chill to soothe the heat clogging my pores.

  I closed my eyes as my own arousal hit my nostrils. I knew I had been on the brink of an orgasm, my stimulated body verified the fact. My belly ached with need as my pussy felt heavy and wet. My nipples were hard, yet it was nothing to do with the sudden drop in temperature.

  Memories of the dream flashed behind my eyes, deepening the throb in my veins, encouraging more dampness from my dripping pussy.

  I hated myself as I laid my hand on my breast, frowning at the foreign sensation as my own touch lit a path of fire through my excited body. I’d never touched myself before, it had always been something that revolted me, turned my stomach; anything sexual usually made my skin crawl. But right then I felt like I would die if I didn’t release the pressure building everywhere; it was painful, every fibre of me stimulated.

  As though on instinct, my body telling me what to do, I twisted my nipple in my fingers, the roll of pleasure from it causing me to gasp loudly. My hips lifted as my sex tingled in gratitude to the caress. I bit on my lower lip as my hand slid down my body, seeking the hot flesh of myself. Swallowing heavily I ran my finger over myself, the swollen nerve pulsing in delight when I skimmed my clit. A deep shudder ripped through me as I ran my finger back over with a little more pressure. I released a muffled moan as my lips pressed together firmly and my hips pushed against my finger, encouraging me to move harder
and faster.

  Nature took over, the urge in me driving my masturbation into a frenzied race for relief. My throat started to close in as my eyes shut tight and I recalled the feel of Master’s hot breath on the inside of my thighs.

  Heaviness dragged my body, the tension in my muscles crippling as the force of my approaching orgasm apprehended me.

  “Remove your hand now!”

  I stilled immediately, the closure of my eyes hiding the rush of blood to my cheeks as the shame and horror of being caught touching myself immobilised my body and solidified the air in my lungs. I lay completely still, not even daring to remove my hand as fear held me captive.

  “I shall not ask again, lamb.”

  I slowly opened my eyes and risked a glance towards him. His huge frame was silhouetted against the light from the hallway. In my pleasure-seeking I’d even missed the pouring of light into the room, oblivious in my blissful mind state that I was no longer alone.

  Dread and embarrassment rendered me stupid. “I…” I what? I was reckless, I knew that much, but anything else was suddenly unavailable to my brain. “Uhh…”

  I flinched when his teeth clashed together, his jaw tightening in anger at my ludicrous response. “Uhh?” he mocked. “Uhh?” The anger in his tone wasn’t lost on me.

  I grimaced when he took a step closer, eating up the little oxygen in the room with his fury. He stormed the rest of the space between us causing me to jolt when he suddenly bent over me, his face an inch from mine. His eyes were narrow but blazing, his teeth gnawed furiously on his bottom lip as his nostrils flared in his attempt to regain composure. His chest pressed against mine as his large pulls of air heaved his rib cage.

  He seemed to be struggling with himself. Uncertainty flashed over his expression as his brows indented slightly. His breathing deepened when his eyes fell from my gaze and stilled on my mouth. He blinked at me and swallowed. “I’m almost desperate for you to spill offensiveness from your mouth so I have a further reason to hurt you.”

  I didn’t understand what he meant. He abhorred my language, yet he seemed to be asking me to curse and swear just to feed his desire to grant me pain.

  “You… you want me to swear?” I whispered, my voice breaking. His closeness was feeding something inside me, warming my belly and scorching my veins. I couldn’t understand what was happening. His own confusion bewildered me, his struggle brought on my own inner fight. His gaze was warm but his face was cold and stern.

  His eyes bulged as they lifted back to mine. “No, that is not what I meant, Mae.”

  “Then what did you mean?”

  My heart stuttered when he closed his eyes. He fell closer, his mouth hovering over mine. His hot breath liquefied my stomach as each of his hands settled gently beside my head, his palms crushing the soft pillow supporting me until his nose was a mere centimetre from the tip of my own.

  The sensations he created in my already stimulated body were torturous. My whole body pulsed with need; need for something I couldn’t put a name to. I hated myself as I started to pant, my body attempting to dowse the forbidden reaction to him in frequent short spurts of release.

  I shuddered when a small growl ripped from his mouth and poured heat over my face, deepening the horrid need inside me. “Please don’t,” I begged when his hungry eyes gazed back at me

  His lips parted and a tremor vibrated his body, his breathing as uncontrollable as mine, his own tiny bursts of air whispering across my lips. His teeth sank into his lip, his battle to control himself nearly at breaking point. I could see it in him, read it in his stare; the need for darkness and animalistic desires rippled from him.

  I whimpered and closed my eyes as my body reacted dangerously, my own hunger for carnality taking control. A sob wrenched free when my mind voiced its need without permission. “Hurt me.”

  It was a whispered plea, a choked murmur that defied everything in me but it was the fact that it wasn’t a lie that agonised me, tore my mind into pieces when I realised it was exactly what my body was hunting for. Pain.

  His eyes widened further and his breathing halted. I was deeply aware of his arousal pressing into my lower stomach, my words hardening him even further.

  Conflict set his stunning face until he appeared to be made of stone, a granite God of raw power and need. The deep colour of his chocolate eyes blackened until they resembled shiny black pebbles reflecting my own stare. His jaw hardened, every single coarse hair on his chin alert and erect as his skin bristled.

  I yelped when my body was flipped effortlessly, my knees and elbows bouncing on the mattress. I spluttered when his large hand pressed against the back of my head, pushing my face into the bed without restriction; if it wasn’t for the slight crease in the sheet I would have suffocated under the strength of his hold.

  I focused on that tunnel of air as my Master hoisted my legs up until my knees locked into position under me, my bottom high and on display as my head and shoulders heaved against the bed.

  A shudder ripped through me when I heard the tell-tale sound of a zip being lowered. He wasn’t slow, in fact his growl of frustration lit something inside me when he couldn’t seem to lower it fast enough. A deep-seated carnal hunger for debauchery and depravity glowed in the room around me, stilling every single inch of me. A shameless want for pain ached inside me, the strength of it thickening my blood. I squeezed my eyes closed when recognition clashed with degradation, but even that struck the match to my arousal. My own mortification turned me on.

  I was ill; sick and fucking perverse.

  The burn of a slap fired across my right buttock, the sting heightened every single nerve that was already on edge. My teeth vibrated as need and desire overtook.

  “Do it,” I begged, my voice floating around us, the tone sounding as though it had come from someone else, someone far from who I was. I didn’t care anymore, the yearning was too potent. My starved emptiness needed filling quickly, and if that meant I had to ask, then so be it. I would fucking beg if I had to.

  His body encompassed me until he was completely mounting me, his huge frame shadowing and eating me alive.

  “Ask properly, my little lamb. Ask me for what you need with dignity and manners.”

  I gulped, desperately trying to hold back the nausea at my own revolting desires. A tear rolled from my eye, just a solitary one as his teeth clamped the soft skin on my neck and he growled, his lust nearly ripping a chunk of flesh in his haste for me to answer so he could give us both what we needed. A throb so fierce ached my body at the pain his teeth brought, but it gave me the courage I needed to deal with… whatever was going on between us.

  “Make me cry. Feed me with pain, stop this thirst of need in me…” I shivered as I felt his cock slip between my buttocks, a deep groan alerting me to the fact that he was as close to insanity as I was. “…please, Master.”

  That was all it took. I arched and screamed when he thrust urgently inside me. His length filled me to burning point and his width seemed to tear me apart from the inside. My slick arousal had eased his passage but he still ripped me. The sudden tear inside brought forth another scream when a scorch of pain shot through me. It felt like I’d lost my virginity, the sharp singe triggering the release of sobs.

  I wept. But not for the pain. I sobbed for the delight coursing through my body. I cried at the bliss that made my eyes roll. I howled at the utter feeling of euphoria as my Master’s punishing thrusts tore me to pieces but made my body vibrate in ecstasy. And I wept for my sanity.

  I screamed at the approaching orgasm as my Master powered into me mercilessly. His fingers were as punishing as his fucking as they dug deep into my hips, each grunt he voiced forcing his grasp harder and harder.

  “You fuck like you sing, lamb….” He pushed my face further into the bed as he sped up his pounding, his cock driving deeper and deeper. I was struggling to breathe but that only heightened each sensation coursing through me. “…fucking bewitching!”

  His words fray
ed the thread I was managing to hold onto. My mind burst as my climax exploded. My soul shifted away from my body for a matter of milliseconds but I watched in awe as I viewed Master and his slave fucking like animals, their grunting and sweat filling the air, their clawing and painful joining mesmerising and enthralling.

  Master reared back as I felt his cum swamp my womb, the warmth snapping me back to reality. He roared out a deep groan, his fingernails cutting into my flesh and forcing blood to seep from me as his body jerked and bucked inside me.

  I closed my eyes, screwing them up in horror as my body rejoiced at dragging the seed from my owner, pulling his desire from him and into me.

  However, my joy was short lived.

  He pulled out, leaving a chill to seep into me. I dared not move. Now the arousal had disappeared I wasn’t sure how he would react.

  “Well.” He sighed heavily. I had the strange feeling he was angry with me but his fight to control it confused me further. “Well, that scratched an itch.”

  My eyes popped open and I stared at the mattress as the door closed behind him. “That scratched an itch,” I repeated in bewilderment. “What the fuck?”

  I dropped flat onto the bed, uncertainty flowing through my sated body. I cringed when I felt Master’s sperm dribble from inside me, coating my thighs and the bed in… him.

  What the fuck had just happened? I was struck dumb as the truth of my body’s own betrayal rendered me still. I had given myself over eagerly, in fact I had fucking begged for it, to someone who repulsed me, a monster who had devoured my soul on his first storm into my life.

  And now, as I accepted my own sickness, his unique personal storm ripped my soul from within me once again.

  Chapter Eleven

  ‘’A monster hides his true nature.’

  “M…Miss Mae…”

  I groaned in reply. It was obvious Frank had been sent to wake me. The sunlight trying to blare through my eyelids was strong and already warm, confusing me since it was January – well I thought it was anyway. Time seemed to have gone to pot in there. Winter sun was never this warm in England, or maybe we weren’t even in the UK – all the window offered was lots of green grass and that gave me no indication as to my location. I hadn’t been outside in such a long time and my heart ached at the thought of fresh air.