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  Her red-rimmed eyes found mine and I stared at her as I fucked her. She opened and closed those full lips as I did it, and the sounds leaving her lips made me want to, fuck, I didn’t even know, they made me want to go insane. Let it all go, just for her. Change the rules, change my life, change it all, just so she could fit in the hole inside me.

  “F-fuck my ass,” she whispered, and I fucked her even slower.

  “No,” I told her. “Not doing that as punishment, never again.”

  “Please!” She was so fucking desperate, more tears ran down her cheeks. “Please, you can’t do this to me!”

  “Watch me,” I growled into her ear and went even slower. Barely pushing in, just feeling my cock throb inside that tight little pussy, and it was fucking enough.

  “I hate you,” she said weakly. Her hands reached up to my chest but she couldn’t even scratch me. She was so weak, completely at my mercy. I could’ve done anything to her in that moment.

  “No, you don’t.” I grasped her chin with my fingers and made her look into my eyes. “Tell me how you really feel.”

  “I…” She bit back a cry and I stopped moving completely. She squirmed under me, but I pinned her down hard, not letting her move an inch. Just letting her feel my cock inside her, her walls pulsating so needily against my length I could feel her milking me.

  “I don’t want to,” she said, and I tightened my grip.

  “Say it,” I ordered her. My own voice was shaky. I could barely hold back. It would’ve been fucking embarrassing if it wasn’t so damn hot.

  “Will…” Her eyes were so desperate. “Will you say it back?”

  I leaned down against her and kissed those desperate lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth and making her arch her back against me. It only made my cock throb more.

  “I don’t need to,” I said into her mouth. “You know how I fucking feel.”

  She mewled but didn’t say a word. It made me really, really angry.

  “No?” I asked her, and she shook her head, her pupils so wide with fear it felt like she’d pass out under me. “Okay.”

  I put my hand over her mouth and her eyes rolled back as I started to really fuck her. Not like ever before. I let it all go inside her. I fucked her with everything I had and she bit my fingers with her sharp little teeth.

  I could feel her opening her mouth, licking at my skin, her eyes begging me to let her speak as I hit her cervix.

  “Jesus,” I groaned, and she whimpered.

  The words she got out were muffled but we both knew what she was saying. I clamped my hand down on her mouth harder so she couldn’t get a word out, and she struggled so violently she almost overpowered me because I wasn’t prepared. Her body was thrashing under mine and I had to come so badly I couldn’t let her. My hands left her mouth and gripped her waist, and I fucked her like she meant everything to me, which she did.

  The moment my hands were off she screamed it, desperate and covered in her own tears.

  “I love you, I love you, I love you!”

  Over and over again, so loud, so angry.

  I couldn’t take it. I felt her pussy tightening, felt her desperation to get every drop out of me, and I stopped fucking fighting it. I lost, for the first time in my life, and I did it willingly.

  I pumped her pussy full of cum and she sobbed with relief, still staring at me, still saying those three words, even though they were barely a whisper anymore, barely a sound.

  She took it all.

  Until there was nothing left to give.

  And then she just lay back and stared at me with those doe eyes, and I couldn’t even fucking move, or take my cock out of her. I lay on top of her, crushing her with my weight, and stared at her because there was nothing else to do anymore.

  I’d never say those words to her.

  “You don’t have to,” she whispered.

  She looked so pale. Completely exhausted. I heard myself trying to catch my breath, my cock still hard inside her. She was so tight it hurt to be inside.

  I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t say it. Bite it so hard I felt blood in my mouth, and it tasted like metal.

  I couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t ruin her life with those three words.

  She arched her back and her eyes closed, while mine kept staring at her desperately.

  I was so close to breaking the rules for her. The rules I’d written especially for her, that were there to benefit her. She made me so fucking crazy I would’ve hurt her just to tell her how I really felt.

  There was a serene smile on her face as she came down from her high, and her eyes stayed closed.

  “You don’t have to say it,” she repeated. “I fucking know.”

  I wished like a fucking madman she’d open her eyes and let me say it, but she wouldn’t. And I kept my mouth shut and swallowed the blood, and knew I was going to ruin her life.

  Nineteen

  Pet

  I should have hated myself for saying it, and I should have hated him more for not saying it back. But I couldn’t. It felt too good, too natural. It felt right.

  Since the night I’d told him I loved him, King had been even stricter with me.

  Everything I did was under his control. Every meal I had, every orgasm he let me have, every piece of clothing I wore.

  And I loved it.

  It was like I finally discovered what had been missing in my life. This… need to have someone so in control over me. It was so sexy. I would’ve submitted to everything he said, but I loved pushing him, too. If nothing else, just for those punishments he doled out with a stern hand. And I still hoped one day I’d misbehave so fucking badly he’d just finally fuck my ass.

  The day hadn’t come yet, but I was pushing for it with everything I fucking had.

  He’d started giving me tasks as his work took over most of his time.

  Sometimes it was simple things, like making him his favorite dinner. I’d learned how to cook a little, though I still wasn’t great at it, but he seemed to enjoy my efforts.

  Other times, he’d make me wait for him at the door on my knees. He’d give me a vague time of when he’d be home and I had to kneel in front of the door until he finally showed up, seething with anger and my pussy dripping on the floor. He’d laugh and stroke my hair and make me lick my own juices off the floor, and I lived for those moments. Anything to please him.

  Other tasks included taking pictures for him. After our failed experiment, I’d gotten better at it, mostly because I wasn’t disobeying him as much.

  Pictures, videos, sound clips, either sent to his phone while he was at work, or waiting for him when he got home to see what I’d been up to when he’d been gone.

  Sometimes I misbehaved on purpose and sent them to his work phone, the one he checked all day long. And he punished me accordingly when he came home.

  It was all worth it.

  The last idea I had was one I’d come up with together with Maria.

  The friendship that had bloomed between us was unlikely, but for some odd reason it seemed to work.

  We talked almost every day, either on the phone or through texts. She even video called me a few times, and showed me around the set of her soap opera. Once, King made me talk to her on video while he was balls deep inside my pussy. He held the phone up for me so she wouldn’t see a thing but my face, and made me fucking sweat as she chatted about her day innocently.

  He was so bad, and it felt so good.

  Maria told me he’d punished her often, and it made me angry. He’d been really lenient with me, she said, but instead of that making me feel special, it just pissed me off. I wanted him to punish me. Hurt me. Show me how much I meant to him by disciplining me. But it seemed as if he’d been avoiding doing that on purpose.

  “I have an idea,” she whispered to me over the phone the previous day.

  King was at work, and I’d just finished his task of the day, the proof of my ruined panties waiting for a reply on his phone.
br />   “What is it?” I asked her, taking a bite out of my apple. “It better be fucking good. I’m getting desperate here.”

  “How about…” Her voice was devious and I liked it. “You do something you know he would hate.”

  “Like what?” I asked her.

  “I don’t know!” I could almost see her rolling her eyes. “You know him better than I do, Sapphire.”

  That made me smile really wide, and I stared at my apple before taking another bite.

  “He hates my scars,” I said softly. “I mean… I think he likes them, but he hates that they’re there.”

  “So, he hates marks on your body,” she said.

  “I guess.”

  “Well, maybe you could get a piercing,” she giggled. “Get your nipple pierced or something. I bet that would drive him insane.”

  “You’re crazy,” I told her. “He would kill me.”

  “How about a tattoo then?” she suggested.

  I thought of her angel tattoo. The image of King fucking her while I stared at it helplessly, that fucking tattoo forever ingrained in my memory. For some reason, it didn’t even upset me anymore. In fact, it made me a little wet.

  I ignored the sensation and finished off my apple.

  “I’m really scared of needles,” I admitted.

  “Pussy,” she laughed, and I rolled my eyes. “Well… what then?”

  “Maybe,” I said. “Maybe I could fake getting one.”

  “How?” She sounded doubtful.

  “You drew the design for yours, right?” I asked her.

  I could tell she was getting excited.

  “Yeah.”

  “Can you come over now?”

  It felt kind of awkward to have her over at the apartment after everything that had happened, but I couldn’t help it. It made me giggle with excitement.

  “You’re so bad,” she laughed. “I’m on my way.”

  I couldn’t help grinning, not even when she rang the doorbell twenty minutes later. She looked even giddier than me when she sat down on the couch and told me to take my clothes off.

  It didn’t even feel awkward, but when I felt her eyes on me, it was a little weird. I never thought she liked girls that much, but the way she stared at me made me twitch a little.

  She took out some ink pens from her bag and gave me a devilish grin.

  “They don’t smudge that much,” she explained, and I nodded. My heart was pounding.

  She made me walk up to her, standing in front of the couch. She took out her pens and went to work on my skin. I held my hands over my nipples, her pen tickling my sensitive skin.

  “What are you gonna draw?” I asked her.

  “Something pretty,” she grinned. “Something that’s gonna make him go fucking crazy.”

  The drawing took over an hour, and she wouldn’t let me look down until she was finished. By that point, my legs were cramping up and I was fidgeting on the spot.

  “Okay, you can look,” she said with a big smile, and I ran over to the mirror in the hallway. When I saw what she had done, I gasped.

  “He’s going to kill me,” I giggled.

  “Oh well,” Maria shrugged, putting her stuff back in her bag. “Been nice knowing you, you had to go sometime.”

  “Bitch,” I giggled.

  She stood up and took my phone, and I covered my nipples again, sticking my tongue out at the camera. She snapped a picture and grinned as she looked at the screen.

  “Sent,” she exclaimed with a big smile and I giggled nervously.

  She kissed my cheek on her way out, and her hand lingered on my hip. I forgot I was naked down to my waist, and only wearing a thong underneath, and her touch made me feel all kinds of weird. Her eyes lingered on mine before she winked, blew me a kiss, and told me to have fun. I closed the door behind her.

  It only took a few seconds after she left for my phone to start going off.

  Calls, texts, messages. King was fucking pissed. All I could do was laugh.

  I admired Maria’s handiwork in the mirror one more time.

  Intricate patterns decorated my body, starting at my collarbone and going down between my tits and around my waist. They looked like pretty chains, and my nipples stood out from the black design like sharp pink points.

  I almost felt him coming home, but even if I hadn’t, I would’ve been alerted to his presence when he nearly tore down the front door.

  I turned around, only wearing a little thong, my full body on display. His mouth gaped.

  “What. The fuck. Have you done?” he growled, and I giggled as he came at me.

  He grabbed me by the throat and turned me to the side, looking at the drawing on my body.

  “You fucking didn’t,” he growled. “You didn’t get a tattoo.”

  “You don’t like it?” I pouted. “I got it just for you.”

  “You fucking…” His eyes were all pupils as he pulled his cock out from his pants and stroked it, almost violently. “You fucking little slut.”

  He held me at arm’s length by my throat and I giggled as his eyes drank in the whole design hungrily.

  “I think it’s pretty,” I told him innocently, and he growled.

  “You’ll pay for this,” he told me, his hand going crazy against his cock.

  “Doubt it,” I said. “You never punish me, anyway.”

  “That’s about to change,” he told me, and pushed me to my knees. “Present your tits to your fucking master, Pet.”

  My hands shook as I cupped my tits and pushed them up and he groaned.

  “You fucking ruined your pretty skin,” he said. “So I’m going to ruin you now.”

  “Okay,” I whispered, and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out.

  He cursed out loud, his hand working his cock faster than ever.

  “You don’t get to taste it,” he told me. “Not now, not even for fucking weeks.”

  “Not fair,” I mewled. I got upset at that, it wasn’t good.

  “Shut the fuck up,” he groaned, holding my throat so tightly I could barely draw a breath. “Put your hands behind your back and push your tits out for me.”

  I did it, my legs quivering under me. The friction of that thong against my pussy almost making me come.

  “Look at me,” he barked, and I did.

  He looked so angry. So pissed, and so turned on, it made me giggle. I thought I’d get a slap for that, but he just kept fisting his cock, so hard now I could hear how close he was.

  “Say you’re fucking sorry,” he said in a pained voice, and I fluttered my lashes.

  “I’m sorry, Master,” I said, and he let go of his cock suddenly, his hands rushing against me, pulling on my hair and making me look up at him. He didn’t even need to guide his dick to my chest, he was so hard. He came all over my tits without even touching himself and I stared at him, loving the feel of his warm cum on my skin.

  He grunted and his hand went down to my torso, slapping my tits so hard I yelped, smearing his cum all over my chest.

  “What the fuck?” he said, and I forced myself to look away from him, feeling almost delirious. I looked down and saw the design, all smudged from his cum, his thumb circling the drawings frantically and smearing ink all over my sticky skin. “What the fucking hell, Pet?”

  “Surprise,” I giggled.

  “You…” He kneeled down next to me, one hand pulling my head back so far I gagged, and the other spooning his cum into my mouth.

  “You’re fucking unbelievable,” he told me, his fingers shaking as I sucked them clean. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?”

  “Something fun,” I whispered. “And terrible.”

  He groaned and kissed me, not caring that I had his cum in my mouth. He kissed me differently this time, sweeter. Until he bit down on my bottom lip and dragged it between his teeth, making me cry out loud.

  “Now I really have to punish you,” he said against my lips.

  “I can’t wait,” I said, feeling the last
of his cum running down my throat. “Make it good.”

  “I don’t think so,” he grinned. “You’d like that too much, my little whore. But I have the perfect task in mind for you…”

  Twenty

  King

  She looked so fucking smug. Not for long.

  “What’s the task?” she asked, licking her sinful lips.

  I stroked her cheek with my thumb. She was a fucking mess.

  I helped her to her feet and led her into the bathroom. She didn’t say a word as I pulled off her soaked thong and pushed her inside the shower. Pet placed her palms on the wall, her back facing me. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me.

  I turned on the water, took off the rest of my clothes, and joined her in the shower. My right hand caressed her ass and my left one went to her tits, washing away the black ink and what was left of my cum. She melted against my touch, her back arching firmly against my chest and her head thrown back so she could look me in the eyes while I cleaned her.

  I should’ve made it as clinical as possible, but with her standing like that and soft little moans leaving her lips, it was fucking impossible. I washed her tits clean with some body wash, the lemon one she liked so much, and watched black ink run down the drain. Once the fake tattoo got in touch with water, it left her skin in seconds. A shame, because it was fucking hot, and a relief at the same time. If she’d really done that to herself, I would’ve had her ass. It was only a matter of days now before I took that from her. She didn’t know that yet, though. And she was really going to hate me after this next task.

  I washed her hair next, soaping it up with shampoo. She moaned with pleasure as I rinsed it out, the remains of her makeup, too. Everything, until she was a blank canvas for me to use.

  Her knees were weak as I helped her out of the shower, and she had to lean against the wall as I toweled her off. Her skin was raw from being scrubbed, raw and red.

  She looked at me with so much longing it only reinforced what I had to do.

  I hated it, much more than she ever would. But I knew it had to be done.

  I dried her hair next, and she stared at our reflection in the mirror as I wielded the hairdryer clumsily. It made her giggle, and I laughed back. She pressed her ass against my groin and I held her in place with one hand, drying her hair with the other. Pet closed her eyes and nearly purred with pleasure as I did it.