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Prologue:

I never thought that I’d hate ht I’d be locked up in a house that I never wanted to escape with aintome cry out his name, but that wasn’t why I hated myself I hated myself because I liked it I loved every ed deeper

Just the other night, he toldto be anyone’s but his, and my eyes had widened I hated that I loved it I hated that I et,him need no lube as he pushed intobut a moan of pleasure There was no words that I could form When he pushed into me from behind, hands on my hips, all I did was spread my knees a little wider so that he could push into me a little further

I archedme cry out as pain mixed with pleasure as it so often did for me anymore I could swear that I saw stars when he leaned down to pull ainst hientle about it I didn’t want there to be This ed at roan asinto ainst hi asup and down on him I wanted to come I was so close

“Da to fuckme

“You like it” He hissed infroive my enslaver any more control over ain

“Yes” I moaned soft and sweetly before I could snatch the words back up against He shoved me back down on the bed with ht was possible His hand was onintoaround hiasm

“Master” I cried out for the first time in hly as he started to co back now My world had changed forever I don’t knohen I figured it out, but so before this ht for another time, and so I pushed it back as best I could

Capturing Perfection

I looked at the girl with cool, calculating eyes I could tell that she was still sleeping She breathed shallow, easy breathes, and it was probably the irl for a while It had been a long while since I had seen a girl sleep so peacefully Usually, it was et theh She was a true figure eight with her large C cups looking like DD’s in her thin, short five foot fra wide, but she was small nonetheless

Yet, now she was in his room far from the city that she knew I looked over her pale blonde hair It wasn’t the honey blonde that you saith so o brown No, it was that platinuht it, you could see almost silver threads in it It was beautiful, and her blue eyes weren’t that reen that so many had They were baby blue, and they looked so innocent on her sh cheek bone, chiseled face

I could feelat her, and I wanted to take her and show her the first lesson that she’d need to learn Not yet I reminded myself She had to wake up She had to learn She had to knohat fear was, and fear would breed obedience throughI was sure of I looked away from the camera a

nd decided to go out for soet out She wouldn’t even ht to myself with a small chuckle as the door clicked behind me

Down the Rabbit Hole

My head was pounding That was the first thing that I could think about Everything about , and any time that I tried to pull up amore I wanted to panic, and I alrantI stayed there, begging my body to respond to me, but it didn’t want to

Finally, I was able to sit up, but I was sure that I had slipped in and out of conscious long before that Sitting up was all I could do, as I soon found out I felt pressure onat cool leather It was a collar, and horror started to set in as I was finally able to take stock ofto do with the temperature in the room

It took a long ti s were bare and dirty My feet were bare, and I kneithout needing abut the bra and panty set I had been wearing that day when I closed the coffee shop Why ht?

That’s when it all ca I had been out, but I re, gloved hands takingar me still and silent I hadn’t stood a chance Not with my small frame

Tears pricked at ainsta few inches hen I felt the collar tighten My head whipped around quickly Too quickly The pounding increased, roan out loud I saw the thin oing to be able to budge it