My senses were lost as I pulled her even closer to my body, between my parted legs. When my gaze found hers, she stared at me with such innocence, I was rendered speechless.
Even though her voice was not used, those eyes spoke everything. They held pain and innocence…something they were all robbed of.
This slave, she was the true definition of beauty. So enticing that it was impossible to deny.
My lips dragged against her neck, following a path to her ear. I nipped at her earlobe, teasing her slightly. A touch barely there. “You look like an Angel…so fucking exotic,” I whispered roughly in her ears.
She shivered, a slight tremble in her posture, and I smirked.
So fucking perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I released her wrists and pulled away, watching her closely. My eyes avoided Solonik and everyone else.
I didn’t know why this slave was kneeling at my feet when I had refused Solonik’s proposal, but right now, at this moment, I wasn’t going to complain.
As soon as I released her, her fingers moved upward toward my zipper. She purposely avoided my gaze as she pushed the zipper down.
“What are you doing?” I asked, clearly knowing her intention. She wasn’t allowed to speak unless spoken to.
“Let me serve you, Master,” she whispered softly. Her voice almost drowned in the screams around the room, but I still heard it.
The voice of an Angel.
Nobody could speak so softly. Nobody could make those words sound so damn sweet as they did coming from her lips.
Without thinking, I unbuckled my belt. She licked her lips, her hands slightly trembling on my thighs.
When I pushed my slacks and my boxers down a little, her eyes jumped to mine.
The corner of my lips turned up a little as she swallowed hard. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to move.
And she did not disappoint.
Taking my hard, pulsing length in her hand, she wrapped her fingers around me, pumping it up and down.
I hissed, my hips slightly bucking upward when she tightened her hold. With confidence like no others, her eyes still on mine, she bent her head down.
Her tongue came out and licked the head, tonguing the drop of cum there. “Ah fuck!”
She stared at me, watching my reaction as her lips parted and took my cock inside her wet, warm mouth. She sucked me deep, her tongue tracing the veins pulsing around my dick. Her head bobbed up and down, taking me deeper each time as I hit the back of her throat.
She didn’t fight against the invasion. No, she welcomed it, taking as much of me as she could.
No longer able to fight with myself, I let instinct take over. My fingers wrapped around her hair, gripping it tight. My knuckles dug almost painfully into the back of her head as I dragged her forward, taking control.
She relaxed in my hold, surrendering completely as I fucked her mouth exactly like I wanted. Deep, fast, and rough. Without any control because I was a beast unleashed.
Her teeth slightly grazed the underside of my hard length and I hissed, my hips bucking upward violently. I tugged at her hair harder, thrusting in and out of her mouth as if I were fucking her pussy.
Her mouth opened wide for me as I dragged her mouth over my cock. Thrusting inside one last time, I held her head firmly as her mouth wrapped around me.
Holding her still, I forced myself down her throat. “Swallow it all,” I ordered, my voice husky with my own desire.
And she did, her throat worked up as she tried to swallow every last bit of me. Some dripped down her chin, following a path down her bare tits. My eyes openly gazed upon her stunning features.
She licked me clean, and I slipped out of her mouth with a small pop. Her tongue pressed out, between her parted lips, catching any remains. With hooded eyes, I dragged a finger over my cum that covered her chest.
Pushing the wet finger past her lips, I watched her lick it clean. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she whispered, “Thank you, Master. I am honored to have served you.”
For a small moment, my heart stuttered.
I didn’t want her to call me Master. Only because it did things to me…it made me think of very depraved things I wanted to do to her. Surprisingly, I wanted my name from her lips.
With that angelic voice, I wanted her to say my name.
I had already broken one rule tonight.
Do not touch the slaves.
Too late for that.
But I was about to break another rule.
Do not buy the slaves.
By the end of the night, this little slave was going to be mine. Only mine.
Chapter 3
Maria
I stayed silent. My body locked tight, refusing to move any muscle. A frozen picture in time.
I dared not to move my eyes up. I dared not look up at this strange man with a strange voice.