Mistress of the Damned

“Did you think about how it would feel to be taken by a monster? To be claimed by one as he fucks you,” Logan leaned in, his breath on my lips as he moved us back, me still prancing in an attempt not to lose my air supply. “Answer, Elney.”

“Yes.” I barely got more than a hiss with the pressure against my windpipe. Thankfully he noticed and dropped me a fraction of an inch. Not much, but at least I could take a full breath.

“Yes, what?”

Shit. He really was pissed. My stomach was in knots as I dropped my eyes, focusing on the front of his pants and the cock that I could imagine now.

“Yes, master,” I spoke the words and he dropped me sending me to my knees as I took in as many inhales as I could.

With heavy footfalls, Logan walked to the foot of my bed, the soft mattress compressing beneath him as he sat. He held out a hand to me.

I had no choice but to crawl toward him, keeping my head low as he had always demanded of me when he was in the master role, as I would have to be with any other man who would demand the same.

“My girl needs a spanking for thinking such things,” Logan said, grabbing my hand and hoisting me into his lap, my frame spread over his legs, my bare ass perched into the air.

“Yes, master. Please spank me,” I said as clearly as I could, even though every muscle in my back, and down my legs had gone rigid. The tension grew as Logan’s hand lifted to my ass, his palm firm against my but cheek. His cold fingers ran over the crack of my ass, moving down, lower than they ever had before.

Closer.

Closer.

I could almost feel him against my pussy and I gasped, his hand immediately retreating to the top of my crack where he gave me a sharp tap.

“Wicked little girls think about their pussies like you were. Wicked little girls drive their handlers crazy.” He smacked my ass again, although not as hard as he usually did. I tensed in preparation but there was nothing there.

Nothing but a tap as his hand began to travel down my ass again.

Down.

Down.

I gasped again, but this time he didn't retreat. His hand stayed there, with his fingers right beside the pucker of my ass.

“You are a wicked little girl, Elney.” His voice was barely a whisper now, his fingers circling closer… closer… until they pressed against my ass, before moving down further nearly touching my opening.

I could barely breathe.

I wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

Everything was silent, silent except for the sound of his fingers as they moved over my forbidden places.

“You have driven me crazy for far too long. You were supposed to be mine and now I am going to lose you.” I could barely hear him. I wasn’t even sure I had heard him correctly. Lose me? I was supposed to be his?

His fingers stopped moving, frozen on the stretch of skin between ass and pussy. Even without movement the touch was stirring things inside of me, everything turning to a raging storm inside and I felt his cock lift and bulge against my belly.

His other hand moved to a firm weight against my back as he held me against him, my breasts flat against his leg as he pressed me against his cock.

His cock.

His pulsing, bulging cock.

Oh god. I could feel myself growing wetter. Hopefully, he didn’t notice. I didn’t want to think of what punishment that would lead to.

“Logan?” I asked after a minute, when I was sure that either the air or I was going to explode with the tension that it was filled with.

“Elney,” he whispered calmly, his fingers moving again. The tiniest touch twisting right around my opening. I had never been touched there, not ever.

My abdomen swelled with the touch, my thighs clenching as they tried to pull together. I forced them to stay apart, my hips tilting up to his touch. Nearly screaming for more.