He sat on the edge of it, “You’re fucking with my head, Angel.” His voice sounded sad now.
“How?” I asked, feeling his words vibrate through me.
“I’m a cold-hearted snake. A man whore. And I’ve done some bad shit. I’ve ordered people to take out other people. I’ve watched people die. Taken lives, myself. Deservedly, but still. I come from a bad fucking seed. I’ve screwed with lives and just fucked with them until they were unrecognizable. I’m no better than the scumbags who took you. Don’t have some twisted hero worship thing, baby, because I’m no better.”
“You saved me,” I whispered. And I wanted to add and I wanna be yours but I didn’t say it.
“But don’t let that fool you. I did that to save myself.”
“You still did it. And you’ve been so kind to me.”
“Yeah well a few months before I saved you I hand-delivered another girl, an innocent girl, to her new Master. Not the same as what you’re dealing with but too damn close. I was totally fine with handing a girl over as a flesh payment on a debt to my own brother. Taking her out of her happy life and saying, ‘Here you go.’ There’s a fucking pattern here with my family, baby, a very fucked up pattern.”
He was quiet a moment, then he continued, “Just before I found out about you I decided that I was tired of being a selfish prick. Man whore no more! That was gonna be my motto. Karma laughed in my face, though, didn’t it? You make me wanna keep being that prick because you and that fucking collar and those fucking eyes and that body, and that angelic face…the things you say to me. I keep trying to stay away but you make that hard.”
I stayed still, not sure what to say.
“I had my dick in a chick’s mouth tonight,” he said low, and then leaned closer to me, “And I couldn’t bring it. Couldn’t finish. Never had that problem in.. my.. life. I was only hard because I was remembering your mouth around it, and then I couldn’t bring it with her because she didn’t have hair like this,” he fisted my hair, but not roughly, “and a mouth like this,” his fingertips from his other hand were now on my lips, “and a necklace like this.” His voice had dropped down an octave at that last sentence. He let go of my hair and hooked his index finger into the dangling heart at my throat and crooked it, then pulled. I followed the motion and sat up. He kept pulling with his index finger until my face was an inch from his, “You make me wanna take,” he said this with a rasp to his voice that went straight to my clit.
My body went liquid and hot with arousal. My nipples were hard, my heart was racing. He was drunk and pissed off and he wanted me. He jerked the collar again, making me scramble to my knees.
“Stop offering it to me or I’ll have no choice but to fucking take it.”
“I want you to take it,” I whispered a breath away from his mouth, “Please please take it.”
He lifted my right hand and brought it to his nose and inhaled and then let out a slow breath.
“Were you touching yourself tonight, angel?”
“Yes, Master.”
“God damn,” he groaned and then his mouth touched my fingertips and he parted his lips and then the tip of his tongue touched them. A hot gush surged between my legs.
All of a sudden he roughly threw me back down to the bed and grabbed me by the calves and then his face was buried between my legs. Oh my fucking fuck.
His tongue slipped inside me and we both moaned at the exact same instant. He spread my folds apart and then his tongue found its way up to my clit.
“So fucking sweet,” he moaned.
“Ah!” I was going to explode in record time. It was going to be huge. I wanted it to last, I wanted to savor it but it wouldn’t wait. His tongue swiped over my swollen clit just a few times before I detonated. I screamed out, “Oh thank you, Master.”
I heard him fumble and his clothes started flying off and then he drove his beautiful cock into me. Hard. So hard. He had his fingers between my throat and my collar and he fisted it, using his other hand to brace himself as he rolled his hips and slammed into me over and
over, “Ah fuck, baby, you feel as good as I knew you would. Better.”
“Oh, Master…” I whimpered, feeling a twisting beautiful blissful ache in between my legs and in my chest.
He hammered hard into me, over and over, and over. He let go of my collar and grabbed my wrists and held them over my head. It was like he’d read my mind.
“Yes! Please keep holding me down while you take me. I’m so lucky to be yours.” I was weeping. But I was in ecstasy.
“Mine? Fuck.” He was fucking me harder, his hands gripping my wrists painfully tight. Beautifully tight. He brought his lips down to mine and kissed me like his life depended on it, plunging his tongue into my mouth, twisting it up with mine. He was an amazing kisser like I knew he would be.
“Yes, I’m yours, Master. All yours. Please keep me,” I said against his mouth and then I licked along his lower lip.
“Stop fucking calling me Master!” he shouted, making me lock tight.
“Like I wanna be called some name you’ve called every sick fuck that’s raped you, hurt you!” He sounded pained and he’d stopped. He was inside me and still had my wrists pinned but he was still.