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She's never tasted pain before. I did spank her, it left her ass marked for a few days, but it was nothing compared to all the other things I wanted to do to her. Now, I let the leather tassels of the flogger glide along her tits, making her cum again and again.

"Sweet little girl," I tell her. "You're so fucking perfect, you know that?"

"Yes, Sir," she gasps. "Yes... Perfect for you. Keep going. My pussy, please."

I let the flogger wander lower, gently slapping her cunt with the tassels and letting her feel their sting - pleasant for now.

"Who owns you?" I ask her softly, caressing her mouth.

She opens her eyes, and if I wasn't a gone man before, I sure as fucking hell am now. She's got the sweetest, most submissive look on her face. As sweet as her dirty little cunt.

"You do," she promises me in a whisper. "I'm yours."

I hit her now, the flogger making her hiss as it connects with one nipple after the other.

"Who owns this body?" I ask her.

"You do," she moans. "It's all yours, Sir."

I circle the flogger along her cunt. "You want me to fuck you, princess?"

"Yes," she gets out. "Yes, fucking please."

"Cum," I order her, and she does as I slap her clit with the flogger.

She looks so fucking stunning when she comes apart it messes with my plans. I let the flogger fall to the ground and for the first time, I remember we're not alone.

I look up at everyone staring at us. Those horny faces, the men hoping for a turn, the women wishing they could join. And I scream at the top of my voice.

"Fucking get out of here."

In the silence that follows, I know my exhibitions are over. I've made her submit. I've broken her. But now she's all fucking mine.

I rip my clothes off as Cara convulses in her orgasm on the chair and Filippe starts leading people outside with an apologetic smile. I ignore the glances being thrown over shoulders, the loud protests as people are rushed and ushered out of the fucking house.

I'm too fucking hard to even think about us being alone. I lift her off the seat and sit down myself, placing Cara on my lap.

"Ride," I order her in a rough, hoarse voice. "Fucking ride me, sweetheart."

She lets out a sweet, needy moan as she sinks that pretty cunt on my cock. She starts moving her hips and it feels like magic sparking between us. She's got my cock so deep I can feel a wall on every side of me, her pussy devouring me as she rides, her thick juice spilling down my groin.

I've never seen her like this. So out of control, so beautiful, so fucking vulnerable at the same time. She rides like she was made to do this, even though she's so fucking clumsy it's cute as she tries to get my dick deeper inside her.

"You're fucking perfect, princess," I tell her roughly. "Fucking perfect."

She nuzzles her mouth against my neck just as I hear the front doors of the house closing. We're alone now. She's passed my test and she's my perfect little toy now, always mine.

My fingers tighten along her leash and I tug on it every few seconds, making her gasp desperately every time. She's so damn perfect I just want to spill everything I have inside of her, but I keep holding myself back. I can't let go yet, need to watch her ride me for a while longer, because this is a memory I'll remember forever.

"Mason," she whispers, and my skin prickles with goosebumps.

I don't correct her, not this time. We're alone now, but even then, I might've scolded her for not saying Sir. Not today though, not right now. My real name feels fucking perfect on her slutty lips.

"Mason, please," she begs now. "Cum inside me. I need you filling me up or I'm going to lose it, please, Sir, please..."

I grab her hips and start fucking her harder than ever, making her gasp so loudly it sounds like she's screaming.

"Good fucking girl," I growl in her ear. "Such a good girl for me, keep going, let me fill that pretty pussy up, let me come undone in that cunt, sweetheart."

"Please, Mason," she's breaking down, I can feel it.

I tug on her leash again, really fucking gently this time because she makes me want to be careful with her. She seems so fucking vulnerable sometimes, I'm worried I'm just going to break her.

And then she comes apart, starting to cry the moment she cums, sobbing and gasping for air as my cock swells impossibly, pulsing inside her tightness.

"Fucking please," she keeps saying. "Please, Mason, more, don't stop, I'm gonna pass out."

My arms wrap around her, I'm fucking worried but I can barely stop myself now. She moves her lips to mine fervently, barely able to suck a kiss from my mouth.

"Don't stop," she whispers. "Don't stop fucking me if I pass out, Mason."

"Jesus," I groan against her mouth, feeling myself starting to spill inside her little hole, long ropes of cum shooting from the tip of my cock and painting her pussy from the inside. "Jesus Cara, are you okay?"

She yelps when I cum inside her, and for the last time, whispers a 'please' against my lips, and then she goes fucking limp in my arms.

I feel her heartbeat, I know she's fucking fine, but my conscience won't let me keep pounding inside her. But my cock has a different idea and as hard as I try to make myself stop, I can't anymore.

I finish inside her, so damn needy I hold her up with one hand and jack my cock off inside her cunt with the other. She comes to with a little mewl, desperately trying to kiss me as I shower her in my cum.

I can barely move by the time I'm done, her used cunt dripping on my groin with every breath we take together, my cock still rock hard inside her.

"Your cunt is mine," I whisper against her mouth. "You're fucking mine, Cara."

"Yes," she promises me, sliding down my cock one last time and milking the last few drops with her impossibly tight, swollen pussy. "All yours."

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CARA

1 MONTH AGO

It’s been a week since the exhibition and Mason’s fucked me every day since. He’s made me cum more times than I can count, and it seems like the man always has something new in store for me, making me cum in so many ways I never imagined existed.

It’s one of the last steamy hot summer days, and we’re lying by the pool.

His hands are trailing over my body, gently soothing the welts he put into my skin the night before. I stretch out for him like a kitty cat, my naked body glistening from the heat of the day.

"Cara," Mason mutters against my ear, and I arch my back, mewling softly because I want to get closer to him, but his firm grip on my hips won't let me budge an inch. "I want to try something very special with you today."

M

y eyes fly open and I look into his handsome face. His features are shadowed and the sun beats into my eyes over his shoulders. He's like a god, my own Hades, and I want to be his Persephone even if it means I'll be dragged to the depths of hell for him. "What is it?" I ask softly, a little bit worried even though I already know I'm going to agree to whatever is on his mind. Maybe that's why I'm scared.

"Do you trust me?" he asks me, and I let my body go soft and willing in his arms as he waits for his answer. I think about the question for a little while, letting it simmer in my mind. Do I trust him?

I would let him hurt me, and I have. I know he knows what my limits are better than I do.

I would let him fuck me mercilessly, until I pass the fuck out, and I've done that too.

I would let him love me, and treasure me, and punish me as he saw fit, and I've done that the most.

"Yes," I reply simply, and there is not a doubt in my mind that what I'm saying is the truth.

"Good," he says, his fingers trailing over my collarbone, down the sensitive skin of my stomach and over my tits, making my nipples pebble and my lips part in a desperate gasp for more. "That's good, cara mia. We need that for what we're about to do."

Suddenly, he grips my neck hard and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I let out a surprised gasp, but apart from that, I let him do whatever he wants with me. My body goes slack in his arms and makes me feel like a puppet. I'd gladly place my strings in his hands. I trust this man with my life.

I had been lying on the warm tiles by the pool, but he puts me on my knees and I obediently cross my hands at the wrists behind my back. His hand doesn't leave the back of my neck and I open my mouth needily, sticking my tongue out. I want a taste of him, need a shot of Mason down my throat. But he doesn't do what I expect him to, doesn't fill my mouth with a hot load of his cum. Instead, he forces my head down and makes me look at my reflection in the pool.