Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
JOLIE
Something tugged me up from sleep. Too light to be sound, too heavy to be a dream. My mind surfaced before my eyes opened, as I floated in that strange middle place where nothing made sense yet.
The sheet was warm against my waist, my cheek stuck slightly to the pillow, breath slow and even.
Then the air shifted, and I felt it.
Full.
I felt full.
And not alone.
My lashes fluttered. The room stayed dark except for the thin band of moonlight stretching across me and the bed. My heart skittered hard enough that I felt it in my throat. I didn't move. Didn't dare. Something was in the room with me. Something was in me.
I held my breath as I took in the shadows of the room.
Or, more importantly, the dark shadow looming over me. With the fog of sleep slowly leaving me, I could finally make out the shape in front of me.
It was the Master.
And he was touching me.
Right there.
I didn't know if I should scream in fright, or widen my legs to invite him to continue his exploration. I was worried, though, no matter what I ended up doing, it would mean that he would turn tail and run from the room.
And I might be denied the pleasure of milking him again tomorrow, as he'd once again cancelled his evening session with me.
His finger inside me shifted, and I was unable to contain the moan that slipped free.
He froze.
As did I, I worried about his reaction to the barely audible sound. I didn't know how long we both stayed there, immobile, waiting for the other to move. We remained that way for so long that I thought I would combust at the torturous feel of him inside me, without the much-needed friction.
And then he pushed in again. That time I was able to contain my reaction, while I gloried at the feel of the Master taking advantage of my (to the best of his knowledge) fragile state.
No longer was I worried about screaming in fright, but more screaming in pleasure.
It took everything in me to stay still as he slowly thrust in and out of my tight channel, but when I saw his other arm move I couldn't keep it in anymore.
He was touching himself while finger fucking me.
And that just wouldn't do.
Only I was supposed to milk that glorious cock.
"Master," I murmured, or more moaned as he added another finger to me, no longer trying to pretend to be asleep.
He froze once again, but I was horny and hungry for him.
"Let me? Please?" I begged as I pushed to sit up in the bed. He immediately withdrew his fingers, and I felt absolutely bereft. "Please let me taste you properly?" I tried again, reaching out to him.
But he was just out of reach.
I whined. Freaking whined.
"Please," I cried again. "Let me taste you as you fill me with your fingers again?"
I couldn't believe the brazen words coming from my mouth, but I was desperate. Not only had he woken me up from my sleep with his fingers inside me, but he'd woken a hunger in me that I had no interest in denying anymore.
I waited, the silence in the room only broken by the sounds of his harsh breathing.
And then he stepped forward.
Yes.
As soon as I was able, I grabbed hold of the monster between my monster's legs and wrapped my slender fingers around it. He wasn't close enough for me to do what I really wanted so I hurried to get closer, pushing up completely so I was on all fours. Or, well, on three of them anyway.
His cock was standing up, reaching toward his stomach, and looked angrier and harder than I'd ever seen it. The steady drip of pre-cum had my mouth watering, and it seemed I finally had the permission needed to take the taste I was so desperate to have again.
At the first lick of my tongue against the bulbous head of his dick, he let out a low growl that rumbled through my entire body and went straight to my core.
His cock was too big to fully fit in my mouth. And if we were being perfectly honest it was the first one that had ever even gotten close to it, so I didn't have much of a clue what I was doing, but he seemed to enjoy it.
I licked and kissed along the long hard pole, paying careful attention to the thick vein that ran up the side. And when I got back to the tip of his cock after sucking on the heavy balls for a while he let out a deep grunt when I pushed my tongue into the hole at the top.
The taste of his pre-cum was unlike anything I've ever come across, and I knew without a doubt that I would quickly become addicted to the flavour of him.
And then my world was turned upside down.
Master grabbed hold of my hair, pulling me closer. "Suck, pretty flower. You wanted a taste, so now you will suck it like the naughty little slut you are."
Holy fucking shit.
If it were at all possible to have spontaneous orgasms just from filthy words, I would have been blown to smithereens.
He tugged at my hair again, the sharp pain of it, bringing me back to the present and what was happening in the room. "I said suck, Jolie. Or do you want me to make you do it?"
Did I?
Oh boy... Did I?
Why did that sound so enticing?
Before I knew what was happening he had a thumb pressed against the side of my mouth, pushing in and pulling down my jaw.
And then, he was in my mouth, as far as he could go.
It was too much. He was too much.
But I didn't care.
I wanted more. I wanted it all.
I widened my mouth as much as I could as he—at first—slowly thrust between my lips.
The stretch bordered on painful, but I didn't care. All that mattered was milking my master and making him feel good.
The head of his cock bumped at the back of my throat, and instinctively I swallowed, thankful for the fact that I've never had much of a gag reflex so that I could please him better in this way.
His hands continued to grip my hair as he fucked my mouth while I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction to help me get off along with him.
Pain bloomed against my backside, up high, almost on my back. It took me embarrassingly long to realise he had leaned over as much as our position would allow so he could spank my ass.
"Your pleasure, my flower, is mine. The orgasm you stole from me in our milking chamber this morning is the last one you'll ever get without my explicit permission. Is that clear?"
I couldn't respond with him inside my mouth, so I looked up at him and nodded my head as much as I could.
"Good," he purred, sending a shiver down my spine. "Now be the perfect little slut and open up that throat so I can claim it."
I was unable to deny my master anything.
So I kept my mouth opened wide as he fucked my throat. By the time he unloaded into me, my face was a mess of spit, tears and cum.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Even if I was still horny as fuck.