B0114

Secrets. I cared nothing for them as I let the arousal steal me from my reality. It felt too good to think or try to figure out some pointless puzzle. I couldn’t think anyway. All I wanted to do was laugh or lay there and just ‘be’. My Master wouldn’t let me as he continued.

“Answer me or I’ll give you a reason not to. I’m going to teach you everything.”

Lips pressed into mine, stealing my mind once again. I was swallowed by the overpowering sensation of needing more. Of impatience and moving with the flow of lust that was robbing my focus. I was so gone from here. Nothing existed but the shell that I was. It needed things. Things I never had given thought to.

“I can keep a secret, Master. Only if you want to tell me.”

His tongue was pressing into my mouth, dueling with mine as he moved me faster. He pulled back, breathing ragged as his head moved to the side to check on the other slave. Whatever he saw must have appeased him as his attention came back to me. But I was spun so fast to my back, the room swayed, and it took me a moment to realize I was even laying down and that his face was between my legs. Wet pressure had my mouth shooting open, and my eyes rolled.

“Master.”

Still I moved, this time to an entirely different degree of ecstasy. He was exploring my slit, licking and sucking over the sensitive nerves. When he pushed the tip of his tongue inside of me, I could barely catch my breath. My head flew up, only to drop back as the pleasure intensified.

“Maybe you were made for this. For me, here. Why else would we have been brought together? I keep going over it, trying to make sense of everything. I don’t understand. Maybe I don’t want to.”

I gasped as his finger slid into me and he moved up to hover over my body. The thrusts were stealing me away from what he was saying. Away from this secret he was tempted to tell me.

“Can you believe a part of my mind is telling me to stop? To be decent and salvage something between us? I can’t. I don’t want to.”

My entire body swayed as he tore the shirt over his head and jerked at his pants to unbutton and push down.

“Why would you want to stop,” I asked, more trying to figure it out myself, but the question only made him smile.

“Exactly. Why would I? I want you. You want me. Roles, names, don’t exist here. They push the hell out of that in the booklets and pamphlets they give us. Why should the identity of a slave be any different than a Master? It’s not.”

“You’re right.”

I was so confused as he rubbed his length along the wetness soaking me. In my peripheral, I could still see the slave off to the side, touching herself. At one point I was sure she was moaning through an orgasm, but she continued, just like she was told.

“So, it shouldn’t matter. Not that I cared too much, but it’s all so new. You. Me. Fuck, you’re so hot.”

He slowed, and I stiffened as the head of his cock pushed into my entrance. I waited for the brutal pain. For some sort of stinging or tearing. Sure, I’d masturbated throughout my life, but I never used anything more than my fingers. Although, I had been tempted at times. It just wasn’t easy with my past or the hectic life I led.

“Oh…fuck. God.” Pistol let out a deep moan as he inched his way inside of me. I could feel myself stretching to take his big size, but all it was doing was sending me down a rollercoaster of need I couldn’t begin to decipher. I was moaning, trying to move against him faster as he took his time. I’d already been so close with the way his tongue was inside me. The rubbing. Kissing. Now, this…this was so much better.

“Master. I…need more.”

“Me too.” His hand gripped tightly to my hip as he surged forward. I gasped, my mouth shooting open as he withdrew, only to push back into me. The force was there, but not brutal as he stayed consistent. “Bring your legs up higher and arch. Jesus.”

I barely managed to lift my feet in the air before he began pounding into me. The slight bursts of pain to my clit at the impact had my entire body coming alive. My legs shook and I dug into my Master’s back. For minutes he had me crying out. He lifted one of my legs higher, only to put it over his shoulder. My orgasm was right there, and I was on the brink of begging for more. I wasn’t sure how, but he seemed to know exactly what to do as he slowed and ground his hips into me, using his leverage of the floor to push deep.

“That’s it; fuck yes.’”

The slave’s cry from the floor filled the room, and something about the pleasure in it only built up mine even more. I squeezed into my Master’s chest as he kept drinking in my moans.

“Yes. Master. Please.”

“I knew this pussy would be good, but this. I had no idea. You’re so close and wet.”

Just his words had me moaning even louder. I was tightening around him, trying to hold to him tighter.

“That’s it. Fuck yes; cum on my cock. Don’t you dare fucking hold back from me or stop yourself. Do it, Ashlee. Come.”

The order outweighed the shock of hearing my name. How, I wasn’t sure. I was screaming, jolting through the spasms, but I knew at the same time the surprise and maybe even horror had somehow seeped through as I stared at him. Hadn’t he said something about a secret? He knew my name. Did I know this man and just not remember? I had felt a familiarity around him from the start. I couldn’t understand it, but I didn’t think I’d seen him before. I was almost certain of it.

“Shit. God dammit.”

Something between a growl and a moan left him as he pulled out, shooting his cum all over my stomach. Still, I was staring, and my Master…was watching me with an expression I couldn’t read as he tried to catch his breath.

“How do you know my name? You said my name, right?”

Pistol stood, waving his hand towards the other slave to stop.

“Your name? How would I know a thing like that?”

“But I heard you. You said Ashlee. I could have sworn—”

“You’re drunk, and for that, I don’t think I’ll tell you my secret after all.”

“But.” My gaze shot to the other slave to search for some validation, but she wouldn’t even look at me. I quickly turned back to my Master as he slid his jeans on, leaving them unbuttoned. “Do I know you? Do you know me?”

“Are you still talking?”

At the glare and change in tone, I lowered my eyes. What happened between us meant absolutely nothing. I had to remember that. I was a slave. Disposable. I didn’t even deserve to clean myself. Per my training, I was my Master’s to use any way he deemed fit. Tonight, that was fucking. His stupid mind games were nothing but a delusion he’d obviously slipped back into like last night, which meant I had to be even more careful. What he did to that dead slave could be me if I didn’t fall back into my place.

As the Master grabbed the bottle and headed for the kitchen, I eased to the far end of the sofa, kneeling like I was meant to. I wouldn’t think about how I was still covered in his cum, or how his dick was enjoyable despite my aversion to him. Had I seriously started feeling some sort of connection to the monster who now owned me? As if…maybe he liked me in some minuscule way? I was so confused. My brain was scrambled on the alcohol, but so much more than that. Somehow, that was clear through the inebriation, but with everything I’d been through—with the way I’d had to alter my mindset to survive…I was losing myself to right or wrong. To…morality to begin with. The only thing I knew the most was to serve, and it was the only thing that was going to keep me alive.

“It’s already night. Aren’t one of you supposed to cook or something? Do I have to tell you to do that, or maybe I should kill you both and buy an actual d at the next auction to take care of this shit. Why either of you two are still here, I don’t know. I’m starting to think I made a mistake not killing all three of you last night.”

I stood and turned just in time for the Master to close the distance and grab me around the throat. My hands shot up, gripping to his wrist tightly as he jerked me forward. Air was hard to take in as he held tight, squeezing through the light kisses he placed on my tingling lips.

“Did I make a mistake buying you? Or maybe you think what happened between us was a mistake?”

To answer that would be certain death, but what was a mistake? That implied I had a choice, which I didn’t.

“Speak, Miss Perfect. Honestly.”

“No, Master.”

I mouthed the words, unable to get out any sound. With every second, burning and aching took over. Time stretched as stars danced in my vision, and I felt us move but was past the point of realizing what was happening. Eternity dragged out. Longer, as the grip became almost crushing.

“Look at you trying to be strong. You’re not having regrets?”

My head tried shaking frantically.

“Not even a little?”

“No.” Again, I tried to speak.

“I don’t either. Fuck no I don’t. I should. It’s eating at the nothingness in me, but I won’t listen to that voice saying I’m wrong. I want to do it again.”

He flexed his hand, but not enough to give me oxygen. My mind was screaming as he went back to pressing his mouth to mine in light kisses.

Don’t fight.

Don’t fight.

Calm.

Wait it out.

Don’t…fight.

Kyle.

Kyle.

Just as my knees gave out, he let go, scooping me in his arms. Pistol laid me on the sofa, wiping my stomach with his shirt that had been laying on the ground.

“Fucking amazing. Fuck. You actually just took that.” He licked his lips, searching my face in what looked like awe. For long moments neither of us moved. For as much as he studied me, I mentally traced every line on his face. I took in his light brownish-gold eyes. The shape. The color. His straight nose. His lips were defined but not overly full. He was handsome, despite his bleached hair and massive number of tattoos, which wasn’t really a style I found attractive. Truthfully, I didn’t even see them anymore in our moment. There was some unknown call I couldn’t quite answer. Something…a strange pull, and it softened me the longer we stared. I should have been afraid, but I wasn’t.

“I don’t feel like eating in tonight. We’re going to the city. Me and you. Just…you.” Still, he seemed to study me, but he stayed silent in whatever it was. “Go get dressed. I don’t think you have much. I didn’t expect anyone to be living more than the first night, but we’ll get you some stuff. Maybe you’ll actually make it a week. It’ll be a record for me. I’ve never lived with a female before. I hate women just as much as I hate men. They’re weak. All of them, but not you,” he said lowering his voice. “You didn’t fight me. You would have let me kill you.” He paused. “You’re like me. You’re not weak, are you, Ashlee?”

It didn’t even really sound like a question. The name sent my disheveled mind into even more of a spiral. I had been called slave or one-fourteen for so long, it sounded…off. Not quite right when spoken directly to me.

“No.” I cleared my throat, barely able to speak at the raw ache. “My mom used to say weakness was only strength untested. We all suffer; some of us just learn to embrace the pain so we can bear to live in it. I plan to thrive here, Master. If it’s a week you’re giving me, I’m going to try to survive two. I want this to work. I have to live.”

“Then you better convince me why you should. I want to know everything about you. About your son. You’ll hold nothing back.