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Prologue
To be under his autocratic control and commands was the greatest desire that any submissive could desire. In my eyes, he became my first love, last love, my master, my ruler, my king and even almost my god. I entrusted every part of my body and even my soul to him in the smallest treasure chest, where he had the key to lock me up or even more to open me wide...so wide that I could scream.
In his eyes that were darker than any eclipse, I was his dirty little flower while he watched me in pure silence. Between one another, I knew our blood had become boiling lava and we were both waiting for the moment when we could erupt madly.
He was the seventh man I had met through on my darkest nights when I went through the seventh door, but I knew he was the first man that took me so hard that the color of crimson dripped down between my legs. That feeling I felt that night, that pain, that fear and that craving when I lost my ity was felt every night when I was with him. I had lost my ity over a thousand times.
Through ty tears that tainted the beauty of my face and screams ruining my vocal chords, I thought I could handle all of this, but I’ve finally learned what fear was, true fear. Compared to how I first came here, I was a fresh new canvas, but now the splattered colors of coral and ebony ruined the purity of that white canvas. Yet, that canvas was never allowed to be dry just like I how felt between my legs as they were restrained by their ankles right next to my head in tight leather straps.
The steps from his sleek, black dress shoes echoed through the room tremendously and eventually into my shaky heart as he walked around the back of the black curved armless chair I was strapped to. My arms were over my thighs, strapped at the bottom of the pad like leather chair as my legs were above. To the point of my flexibility, you would have that I was an acrobat, but I was really a shameful clown as I felt his own hot spit drip down my forehead. My lips parted for an immediate gasp, but just as quick I shut my lips.
“Make one ing sound and I’ll ruin that sweet voice of yours for good,” He warned me in a demanding, deep tone and even my own fear stopped me from breathing. This master really meant what he said, because if I did just one thing wrong, it would result in a punishment one hundred times worst.
I could even hear the sound of his cunning smirk and then another sound of sticky spit seeping from his lips on to my exposed that was glistening brighter than any ocean. Like a heartbeat, my throbbed as he now came in front of me when he ped his dress pants to let his large formed hang out, being the only part of him being .
My eyes became like diamonds as I stared at his sturdy, juicy rod and then I traced up from his white button up shirt to his handsome face that seemed so cold, but those eyes and that gaze set me on fire of the highest degree.
His perfect fingers wrapped around the base, leaving plenty left to inch towards my hole that wanted to him in so quickly. I was hypnotized simply and when I felt that moist tip touch the rimming of my hole, I gasped. Lightning shattered my heart in a million pieces and I looked up quickly at his furious face.
“Didn’t I tell you already you ing not to make any noise?! “ He yelled at me and from insides to on out quaked wildly as he leaned in gripping the top of my black hair, in which I thought was about to be snatched out.
“I’m sorry Master L,” I began to beg him as pearl like tears seeped down my face since I just missed the perfect opportunity of ecstasy.
“You are still ing talking? Well let’s shut up that damn hole of yours then,” He hissed underneath his breath and shoved his bitter tasting, thick down the pipes of my throat. Pain bled from my head due to his rough hair tugs and s being shoved in my mouth. There was only calamity once he came, filling his hot white substance into my mouth like a fountain.
My eyes fluttered like a butterfly to look up at his ic face as he slid out my mouth slowly, almost painfully. His eyes traced down to my that was leaking a river down to my and with his bare hands, I screamed loudly when he slapped it so hard that even the sound echoed in the room. How did he think I wouldn’t make sound? How could I not?
“How about we play with one of your hard limits…what was it again? Oh, fire,” he spoke nonchalantly and fear ran like a coward in my bones, making my entire temple shake. This pain would definitely last for all infinity.
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