“Do you want to come?” I asked, using my other hand to spread her ass
cheeks as I pulled out, leaving only the tip of my cock inside of her pussy. She clenched, and I could feel it. I wanted to thrust back inside of her, hard and deep, but I waited for her to answer.
“Yes, Master.” She said breathlessly, almost panting by now. I smiled.
“Are you sure about that, my little slave?” I taunted, but she only tried to nod, forgetting that my hand was there. I tightened for only a moment before releasing again.
“Yes, Master.” She repeated, getting the hint that I wasn’t going to accept anything less than a verbal response from her.
“Good.” I said in a hushed tone, squeezing her throat and giving her no time to react as I lined my now slick cock up with her tiny asshole, pressing in.
When her tight back passage squeezed the tip of my cock after it popped in, I squeezed a little tighter. She struggled for a moment, obviously wishing to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure as I forced every inch of my throbbing cock deep inside of her. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and just as I thought she was going to pass out, I allowed her to catch her breath before squeezing her throat again. She tightened around my cock, clenching and unclenching.
I could tell she was enjoying herself. Alice had never come from just anal, but with each deep, hard thrust I could tell that she was getting closer and closer. That’s when her tight ass clamped down tightly around my cock as I continued to thrust in and out of her, finding my own release deep in her ass before finally releasing her throat. Letting go, my hand went back to her hip, and she lay there, gulping in air but unable to move. I finally untied her hands, but I waited to remove the chain until I caught my breath.
Alice seemed exhausted, and my mind was made up. There was no reason for her to see the auction block. She’d never be on it. I couldn’t even bring myself to threaten her with it, so I didn’t try. I wasn’t going to risk her seeing through me and wanting a stronger Master or even trying to take advantage of my weaknesses. I had made the contacts I needed to hear, and I had a feeling that the show wouldn’t be something we wanted to witness.
“We’re going home.” I said softly, and Alice seemed to relax even more.
Finding Comfort in the Devil’s Arms
My ass was sore. I had never had Master fuck me so hard before, and I clenched just thinking about it. I shouldn’t do that. I reminded myself. It’d only make the soreness linger, but with how much I did it despite that knowledge I wonder if a small part of me wanted the feeling to linger. I seemed to be liking the way he used me so roughly. As if in those moments nothing else mattered to him but his pleasure, and that gave me some dark thrill.
Any shame I felt from that thrill, I did well at suppressing. The moment that Damon had told me we were going home, two strong emotions had washed over me. Surprise and relief. I knew it was his home, but for the first time since he had abducted me, I felt like it was mine as well. He had put the posture collar back on me, leading me out, but the long moment we were alone again he took it off. We were staying in a hotel room since it would be too long of a drive back, and he didn’t want to hop on a flight. I looked around.
It was a nicer hotel than I had ever been in, but then again, like most people of my age group, I had only ever really been in a motel. Hotels were out of my price range. Hotels like this were a suite, and they belonged to a life I never thought I would ever possess. Master looked at me with two fingers under my chin as he tilted my face up so that I was forced to meet his gaze. I thought he was going to lecture me about one thing or another, reminding me of what I did wrong or telling me what I did right. He did neither of those things. His lips were on mine. The kiss was full of need and desire.
“God. The things you do to me, woman. It’s more than you know. I couldn’t bear to see them touch you.” he said, getting undressed as he broke the kiss away. I found it odd that he had not forced his tongue into my mouth, and yet I was thankful. My jaw was sore after wearing the ring gag all day.
“Master…” I said. It slipped out before I could take it back. I didn’t’ want to tell him what was on my mind, so when he looked at me, I shook my head without thinking. He pulled me close to him, undressing me.
“Tell me, Alice.” He said, but I shook my head again. his jaw tightened, and he gripped my shoulders, holding me at arm’s length with his nails digging in. the slight pain made me wet when coupled with that hungry, dominating look in his eyes.
“That wasn’t a request.” He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and by now it should be.
“Master…” I said again, and he waited, loosening his grip. Damon didn’t push. He must have been able to tell that I was trying hard to formulate the words and how to say them. He sighed, turning off the light. I knew from my time with him that this was all an act, trying to make me more comfortable to talk freely to him because I wouldn’t have to see him. I thought that I would be sleeping in a separate bed, but to my surprise Damon pulled me in bed with him, covering us both up with the covers as he kissed my neck. He pulled me to him as if we were lovers spooning innocently, and the trick worked its magic. I was finally able to say the thing I never thought I’d be able to tell him with him listening so intently to my every word.
“I love you, Master. I love you.” I said, rushing it out in a hushed whisper.
“Is that all you were having trouble saying, Alice?” He asked, as if what I said meant nothing. My heart was pounding, and my body was noticeably shaking as he pressed his hardening cock to my ass.
“You’re my slave, but I love you too, as much as I can.” He said, whispering it against the thin skin of my neck before his teeth sunk in, making me cry out. I could tell that he was about to roll me over and press himself into me, and I wanted it.
“Please…” I whispered unsure if he heard me since he let out a low growl of his own, making his needs clear.
Just as I thought, Master rolled me over, but then the unexpected happened. His phone began to ring, and Damon tensed behind me. I couldn’t understand why he had that reaction, but then I realized that his phone had never rung before. Most people didn’t get through I assumed, but it was never something I questioned. Damon moved quickly, and before I could comprehend what happened, he had answered and was out of the bed, slipping into the living space. My heart thudded in my chest as I waited for him to come back. The minutes dragged by, and so I didn’t know how long I stayed there, clutching the covers to me and trying to calm my own nerves about the situation at hand. When he did come back, he had switched the light on, and his jaw was tight.
“What, Master?” I
asked almost desperately. I worried that all that anger I saw in his eyes would be directed at me, but he shook his head for a moment. He didn’t seem to want to let himself release it at me. I was thankful.
“We are going back tomorrow.” He said tightly, and I wanted to ask question.
Back? I thought. You said we were going home. I wanted to shout. He had just told me he loved me as much as he could, and now Damon was dragging me back. It was hard to remind myself that I was his slave, and he would do as he wanted. It was hard to sleep that night. Even when he once again held me close to his chest as if we were lovers instead of a master and his property. Nothing else was said that night, and it took quite a while for me to get to sleep.
~ Sneak Peek Into Book 3: The Agreement ~
A Damon & Alice Novel