“Oh you are a smart man,” Master Richard chuckled. “Very good suggestion my man; very good.”
“One more thing Master William, Absolutely no male slaves are to be anywhere near her…”
“Yes, this woman is most certainly different,” William thought.
“As you wish,” Master William stated as he left the office.
Ophelia
I sat on my laptop typing and trying to prevent intrusive thoughts of the night before from entering my head. There was no way that I was letting this guy get into my head.
I was a toy to him right now and I knew enough about rich men to know—that rich men tire of their toys. I had no intentions of being another notch on Richard Baron’s belt.
No sooner than the determination to resist Richard had set in, he came sauntering into the room.
He sat in the chair next to the bed and just stared.
I continued to type and did not look at him. “You’re staring, Richard. I’m trying to write—go away.”
He jumped from the chair leaping at me and I gasped.
“Fuck Richard, what is wrong with you?”
I lifted her t-shirt, “No bra, easy access for me,” I taunted her.
“I have a deadline, Richard.”
I clamped down on her breast with my teeth. “I own your ass! You have a deadline, if I say that you do”
She busted out laughing, “You do not own me.”
“Fuck I don’t! Get those panties down girl.”
I began tearing at them and she panicked setting the laptop to the side.
“The way I see it, is you are in my bedroom, in nothing but a t-shirt and panties; now you are my slave. I want to taste you.”
He forced my legs up and apart and literally began assaulting me with his tongue and demanding me not to cum.
“Richard please you have got to stop, I can’t control this.”
“Oh you are screwing up big time girl, calling me Richard and cumming without permission.”
“Master, please I forgot, please stoooooooooooop.”
I tore into that girl, showing no mercy. Oh, she was going to cum, I was going to make sure of that. I was going to use it for a major ‘mind fuck’ session later on.
“Aaah, ahhh, Maaaaaaaasssssssssssttttttter, I can’t stop it, I can stop it, I can’t stop it.”
I tore out of my pants and pinned her legs back. I began fucking her and threatening her as I did.
My hands pulled at the sides of her hair forcing her head back into the pillow as I growled into her ear.
“I’ve got somebody to watch your ass 24/7. My slave, and she is going to tell me everything that you do. I’m going to bring her in here and let her watch me fuck you. Then, she is going to go tell all the patrons of the mansion that you are my bedchamber slave.”
Oh my gosh! What was he doing to me? The things that he was saying were horrifying me. Why was my body reacting?
He spoke as if he were reading my mind, “My little bedchamber slave is going to cum again. I may just call my slave in here to watch. Tell me; tell me you’re my slut!” He hissed. “Do it!”
“Ahhhhhh, Master, I’m your slut, your slave, I’m whatever you want me to be.”
I snarled, as I eyed the beauty beneath me. She brought out a raw, primal part of me. I wanted to tear her flesh apart and eat her alive. “Cum slave!”
I unloaded into her as I felt her whole body shake and erupt violently beneath me.
I lay beneath him spent.
What the hell just happened?
Richard was like a Tsunami that came and washed over me—leaving me in a totally disoriented state, but he always brought me back safely—like any good Master does. He always……. brought me back………. safely………
I lay at her side; stroking her hair and staring at her. I knew that I would never let her go. She was mine. I had made up my mind that she was mine. It did not matter what anyone else wanted. Fuck the rules of the game. This wasn’t about BDSM, or the lifestyle, it wasn’t about the rules of the game anymore.
Nothing had been as it should be with this woman. All that I knew was that I had to have her! And nothing…….. Else………. Mattered…..
Chapter Eleven
Ophelia
I must have fallen asleep. I awoke to a soft tapping at the door and a beautiful woman entering the room.
I looked up to eye an absolutely stunning, Latina woman. Her hair cascaded down her back in black ringlets, until it reached the top of her perfectly shaped ass. Her eyes were chocolate brown and had just enough of an almond shape to them to add beauty and intrigue. Her full lips needed nothing but a hint of gloss to pull you in.
She shook me from my thoughts, as she spoke. “Master Baron wants you to be ready by 8 pm, come on—let’s get going.