Master A-0011

I t was a mistake to steal something so precious from a woman who’d already lost so much. I knew that in every part of my being. Fuck if I could get myself to stop. It was everything that was wrong. The lowest of the low. But wasn’t that who I was? Wasn’t that who I’d become? Him.

“Master, please.”

Two words.

Two different meanings.

A need for relief.

Denial.

I couldn’t begin to know what was going on in Pearl’s mind. Was she afraid that I was going to hurt her, kill her, turn into a monster before her very eyes? Absolutely . If I had to guess, it was the rejection she feared the most, and she was right in needing to feel that. I was already rejecting this, and I hadn’t even taken her virginity yet. How was that fair to her? Did I even care? She was mine, wasn’t she? It’s not like this was a one-night stand and I’d never call her after tomorrow. She’d be here…and she’d be mine to take any and every which way I wanted. Maybe I’d add my own scars to her curvy body. Make her even more mine. I could transition the way she saw them.

Not an accident… me .

Not ugly… me.

Not something to be ashamed of…. me .

The thought had my nose slightly rubbing against hers. The action, alone, had Pearl shaking worse. She was so innocent that I couldn’t deny I was eating it up. I brought my lips down enough to brush hers for the briefest moment and felt my heart kick against my chest. We were both breathing hard, both looking into each other’s eyes. Where she no doubt saw my need, all I saw was fear. It fed me. It brought my lips down in a kiss so full of passion, of need, no performance I’d done to date could match the intensity that radiated from me. I pushed into her mouth, slow yet demanding as I massaged my tongue into hers. And Pearl didn’t jerk away or fight. She was hesitant, but she let me greedily take from her, moaning into my mouth as her hands eased underneath my opened shirt. Where I could have spent an hour kissing her, Pearl’s head quickly turned, her face stopping right at my palm.

“What did I tell you?” I brought her back to me. “I want this. I want you.”

“You can’t.”

“I do.”

“ Why? ”

The softness of her tone had a level of hardness that I couldn’t deny liking. It triggered my need to put her in her place even more and yet…make her believe me.

“Slaves don’t question Masters.”

“You want a d ? i . A butcher. A chef. I will be the best one you could ask for. This—You could have anyone. If you want a virgin, buy one. Don’t take this from me. It’s all I have left. Don’t?—”

I cut her off, kissing her even more demandingly. She tried turning away, but I wouldn’t let her as I held her head steady. Nails embedded into my skin at my sides, digging in until I was sucking in a breath and pulling back with a hiss. Pearl’s lids were so heavy her eyes were barely open.

“I’m begging you.”

“I bought you, you’re mine . What you want doesn’t exist anymore.” I let go of one side of her face, dipping back in to take her mouth. I cupped the back of one of her knees, drawing it up to my hip as I ground against her. Pearl’s response was classic. The small cry was full of pleasure as she arched and pulled against me. As fast as it happened, she quickly added pressure along my ribs, trying to put distance between us. I shifted, moving my arm down to brush my fingertips over her slit. She was so wet and swollen.

“No. Wait! What if I did something for you. Like a favor or—” Pearl jerked hard, trying to find a way out from underneath me. “Master, please. There has to be something.”

“A favor? Don’t be ridiculous.” I chuckled, nuzzling into her cheek as my fingers slipped between her folds, making a path to move over her entrance. A cry left her, but not one of alarm or pain. She was trying to fight her want. Even as I touched her, she was arching, positioning herself to move against my digits.

“Spread your legs wider.”

A groan sounded as she shook her head back and forth. Although it was denial, she obeyed. I eased one finger into her pussy, biting down through the tightness that hugged around me. When I eased in another, her lids flew open, and she gasped. Her stare locked on mine, and I couldn’t keep the cocky half-ass grin from my face.

“See, you like it.”

“The oil likes it. Not me. I swear I don’t.”

“Your expression tells me differently.”

My thumb brushing her clit had her entire body jolting.

“None of this is real. Not me or you. Let’s go prepare the b like you want. It’ll be fun. You can show me what to do. You’ll like that.” Pearl’s legs spread wider, and she rocked against the slow thrusts of my fingers, only to quickly stop and start fighting again.

“I like this. So do you.”

“The oil. No.—”

I kissed her, cutting her off as her legs tried to clamp close against my hips. The pain flared back on my sides, digging in viciously with the aggravated sob that I drank in. The emotion had me pulling back to study the woman who didn’t want this— who didn’t want me.

“No! I said no, Master! No, no, no! ” Another sob had her trying to hide her face as she broke and let out an angry scream.

The realization hit as hard as her frustration. It shredded through my ego like the sharpest knife ever made. It was sobering, leaving me not just angry but…hurt? Offended? Aggravated?

I couldn’t even wrap my mind around the absolute rejection. No leading me on with her body. No luring me in despite the pleas of me to stop. This answer was cemented with a truth I couldn’t grasp. It didn’t make any sense. Women loved me. All of them. They’d die for me, even knowing who and what I was. But not this one. Not Pearl. Her body was trembling with terror and rage, and the walls she had up to protect herself were impenetrable. She was smart to keep her true thoughts contained, but she couldn’t mask what I so clearly saw. I was a master of disguise, and this woman not only saw my monster, but she also saw the real me I couldn’t hide as I tried to process what the hell I was doing. I didn’t like the questions that were starting to come. The guilt?

Horror.

Alarm.

Caution.

What I could only grasp as pity finally underlined gray-blue eyes, and the more tears that fell from her, the more something akin to shame grew inside of me.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I didn’t move through the banging. I couldn’t when my brain wanted to deny the guilt.

“Master.”

“I’m answering that door. You’d be smart to be in that bathroom waiting for me when I return. I make no promises how long I’ll hold off from taking you. And I will Pearl. You’re going to be bleeding one way or another tonight. This is far from over.”

I was barely standing as Pearl scrambled off the far side of the bed. Her desperation to escape only fed the building, bubbling rage that was burning my stomach and chest. I turned, stomping to the front door. What the guards saw on my face as I swung the barrier open had one taking a step back regardless that he still held to my fighting b .

“Don’t leave me here. Please, I don’t want to be here!”

“Master Eleven, we found your slave trying to escape through the main doors. Would you like to leave her free to run or?—”

I grabbed the brunette by the neck, squeezing as I brought her towards me. Arms flailed. Nails tried to tear into my face. She was swinging with a strength fed by survival. I ignored the guards and turned us, kicking the door closed behind me as I trapped her in my arms and headed back for the bathroom. The other slave’s screams were already at full volume again, and the one trapped against me was making my ears ring.

Arms outstretched wildly as the brunette tried to grab to the door frame of the bedroom, but with my jerk, she couldn’t get a good grasp. When I made it to the bathroom door, her legs kicked out and she twisted. Her weight dropped, and I shoved the barrier open, throwing her through before I could process the sprays of blood she went sliding on. Even as I stepped inside, the scene took seconds to register. Blood. It was sprayed everywhere, puddled at Pearl’s feet as she quickly hacked away at the screaming, restrained b . Her swings were so quick and powerful, as if she were swinging for her very life. A nearly severed arm was mush at the wound, and she was connecting with a determination that didn’t match the shock registering in her speedy movements.

“Pearl.”

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

The screams grew as the other slave raced right for me to escape the onslaught she was gaping at. My fingers embedded in her hair, and I drug her over, snatching the hatchet from Pearl before she could bury it back in the junction of the woman’s arm and shoulder. Pearl spun, her pupils so big they dominated the light color surrounding them. Her body was nearly convulsing, and it didn’t stop as I shook the slave I held to.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

“N-No, Master.”

“You quarter her after she’s dead.” I pointed to the hoist. “ After we’ve flipped her upside-down and drained her blood.”

“I thought?—”

“Don’t think. Obey. That’s what you’re going to fucking do.” I reared back the hatchet, swinging and striking the slave I held to right in the chest. The crack and force reverberated through my body at the impact, and I jerked the blade free swinging right for her throat. The b’s mouth opened to suck in a breath and scream, but blood was already spraying to cover my chin and mouth as I broke through the skin and hollow of her neck.

Gurgling sounded.

Crimson bubbled and squirted.

The slave’s body jolted and pulled at all directions as I drew back and connected again. The thud filled every inch of me, and adrenaline soared as I took in the mutilated skin and butchered muscle of her throat. In that moment it was me and the young woman’s horror. It was beautiful and mine. But it didn’t last.

Turning, I took in Pearl’s pale, stoic face. She swayed again, but she gave me nothing as she blinked robotically and turned to grab the hoist. My anger was back, and it grew with every one of her steps.

“You don’t look strong right now, Pearl, you look like food. Look at me .”

And she did. She jolted to a stop, trembling through the shakes that had a hold of her.

“I’m here, Master. Right here. I can do this.”

“Maybe I don’t believe you.”

Her eyes hardened as she wheeled the hoist to rest over the drain on the floor.

“Should I tie up her feet? You want her upside down, correct? Tell me what to do.”

I took a step closer to her, dragging the slave with me as my energy turned predatory.

“I can get you another drink if you want to take your time showing me,” she rushed out. “I’m a quick learner. Or maybe you’re hungry. Rope. I…I don’t see any rope.”

Had I thought she was shaking? Every inch of me was humming. My cock ached with every rise and fall of her soaked chest. Just seeing her hard nipples press into the sheer, bloody fabric was killing me.

The slave hit the ground with a thud, twitching and jerking in her dying state as I lunged grabbing the front of Pearl’s robe, pulling her into me. Enlarged pupils swallowed me like a black hole as she gazed up. They had me, just like this strange need to have her.

“You’re mumbling, and all over the damn place.”

“It’ll be a rope? I can get some. Do you have some here?”

“Stop with the rope,” I growled, pulling her wet robe open to wrap my arm back around her waist and pull her deeper into me. “We’ll hang her from her Achilles tendons. Stop asking questions about your job. I said I wasn’t going to dance around you. I want you, and I don’t give a shit if you don’t want me. I’m the Master. You’re the slave.”

“And I said.” Pearl’s jaw chattered, tightening as she pushed the words free through clenched teeth. “You don’t want me. If you need…t-that…do it…to t-them.”

She said them, but she pointed to the dead slave behind me.

“You want me to fuck a corpse?”

“She’s…n-not dead.”

I followed her head as she gestured to the slave who was once again passed out on my death clock.

“So you want me to fuck her instead when I could just have you?”

Pearl’s head turned and her face drew in, her eyes falling to the ground.

“She’s still prettier. Even like that.”

“Like what? Hacked up with a mangled arm? Pearl…Your idea of beautiful and mine are two different definitions.”

“Please let go.”

Had I drawn her up closer on my chest? Closer to my lips? I had, and all she wanted to do was be as far away from me as she could. Was it what I was doing that turned her off? What I ate? Who I was? It was fucking with my head!

Why did I even care? She was no one. No. One. A slave. Disposable. A fucking crow, meant to die. I was giving her a gift. A chance at life no one else would have given her, and she denies me? Rejects me?

“You want me to let you go?” I drug her backward, snatching a knife from the cart and leveling it at her jawline. “How bad do you want me not to touch you? Bad enough to have another scar? I told you you’d bleed tonight. Maybe it’ll be like this.”

Pearl’s lip quivered, twisting that shame inside me even more. An acidic film covered my tongue and a metallic taste had me swallowing back the bad names that were screaming in my mind.

Did I sound like him? My father? Had I become him?

“If that’s what my Master wants.”

“I do want it,” I exploded. “I want you covered with my marks, bleeding and cut open. And I’m going to do it. I’m going to leave you so transformed that you see nothing but me. No scars. No disfigurement. You’ll see your Master. You’ll see the man who you can’t stand touching you.”

Tears raced down her blood-splattered cheeks.

“If that’s what my Master wants.”

“Stop saying that.”

“What would my Master like me to say?”

“How about the truth.”

“Fine. You sound like a spoiled child.”

My head jerked back to better look at her.

“A child?”

“I had a stepsister who threw fits like this. There’s no winning. If you want to cut me up even more, fine. I’ve looked worse. I’ve looked like more of a monster than you ever will. If you want to rape me amongst dead slaves, then do it. I’ll fight and you’ll probably kill me too, but at least I died for something that was important. Maybe you’ve never felt that strongly about anything. I don’t know. That’s not my fault. There’s no winning for me. All that awaits is death. It can’t be worse than the life I’ve already led...unless it is. Either way, I have nothing left to lose. You have everything to lose if you have to try to find another d . I’m perfect for you, and you’ll never know that because you’re about to ruin it. For what? My virginity? Think rationally, Master. Is that really worth the sanity you’re barely holding on to?”

My eyes narrowed through the truth.

“I didn’t think so. Let’s start over. Show me what I need to do to be the perfect slave. Allow me to serve you so that you can get better. I can do that. Give me a chance.”