"Release me. "
"WHAT!"
"Please... "
"SILENCE! You are mine! You gave your cunt to me a long time ago, my sweet. " With that said, he grabbed me. Pulling me across the bed and into him. Pressing my face against his. "Your precious breasts. That beautiful stomach. That pussy. " He kissed me. A soft kiss that left me scared. Master was always gentle before the storm.
*2 months later*
Riding on the elevator to my 16th floor apartment. I thought about it. I still had marks from that night. He released me. I couldn't walk for two days. How could I had told Master that I wanted it to end? I could not handle being his fuckdoll. The way things had ended had left permanent damage on my heart. A tear ran down my eye. I was aroused. I had become wet. I wanted a cock in my mouth that instant. He had made me a slut. I couldn't stand to think about Thomas and what he had made me. The things he did. He knew I would never forget. Just then the elevator stopped. I ran to my apartment door for fear that someone might see me burst into tears in the hall. How humiliating.
The next night I was walking down a deserted street coming back from a night out. These "nights out" that I had usually ended with me fucking some unbeknown man who I had met. I would fuck them until my mouth and cunt could not stand the touch of a cock. These "nights out" never left me fulfilled, but more empty than when I started.
It was cold so I started to pick up my pace. I wasn't wearing much over my honey brown skin. My long hair kept my neck warm. My body was a whole different story. Emerald green halter dress that exposed my breasts and legs. 5'4'' and 138 I had no trouble meeting men. A spectacular upper body. Nice breast with beautiful chocolate nipples, tight stomach, wide hips and nice lips. Black four inch heels completed my outfit. Master often said "I was made to fuck. " My pussy barely even covered by my short dress. I silently thanked myself for remembering to wear a thong.
Walking faster my heels splashing in the water left earlier from the rain. I felt weird. There is definitely something going on. I'm only a few blocks from my building so I start to run. I drop my purse. I stop, lowering myself and exposing my ass and cunt for the empty street.
"Oh how I've missed that sweet cunt. " I quickly stood up afraid to turn around. I'd know that voice from anywhere. "Crystal. " Tears was coming to my eyes. I couldn't take it. I took off again. Master, I mean Thomas caught up quickly. Grabbing my hair with one arm forcing my head back looking into my eyes. The other held my waist to support me against him.
"You nasty slut. I've been watching you. " Your voice is calm and I know you're deadly. I fear your calmness more than anything else. I start to scream remembering the last time we were together. Thinking someone might hear and come help.
*SMACK*
"Don't be stupid, bitch!" Feeling the sting on my cheek. I quiet down. Turning me around I look into his face. That handsome face. Those green eyes. That smile. You kiss the tip of my nose. "My brown sugar. " Forcing your tongue into my mouth. Holding me so tight. I have no choice but to accept it. You continue to deeply kiss trailing down to my neck. I hear you breathe a sigh of relief. "I've missed you so much. "
"Please let go of my hair. "
"Please what?"