Master A-0011 (Garden of the Gods #11)

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H ate? Whatever was accompanying the anger in my Master’s glare had enough power to destroy me if he released it. I had gone too far. I knew that, but there was nothing I could do now. It was too late. My words had left their impact, and at this point, what I said was the truth. I really had nothing left to lose. This man would kill me. If not today, then it was in my future. Did I really want to prolong that? Maybe I should stop begging for life and instead get on my knees and pray for death.

“You truly see me as a spoiled child?”

My mouth parted, and I swallowed hard. There was no point in lying now.

“All I want to do is what you bought me for. My answer towards you…for sex.” I stopped, watching his gaze intensify as the flat side of the blade pressed harder into my jaw. “I will never change my mind. The fact that you can’t accept my decision is why I mention the child. It’s like no one has ever told you no. And maybe they haven’t,” I said, softly. “That wouldn’t be your fault. How could they?”

“You seem to have no problem.”

“At this point, I have no choice. You’re going to kill me. That’s inevitable. Why give away the only part of me not damaged?”

“Because I bought it. Your pussy belongs to me.”

My head tilted at the response, and I sucked in a breath through the sting of pain. Intensity softened in his eyes, transitioning to something far more terrifying. Warmth trickled, itching my skin as it traveled to the edge of my jaw, and I knew I was bleeding. The way Ethan’s stare hungrily took it in left me scrambling for words. He was pushing more into me, turning the blade into my skin even more.

“Let’s just finish the b . Show me what comes next.” My pitch turned higher as I felt my skin separate even more at his pressure. “Master. If you could?—”

“I’ll make this easy on you. Spread your legs and let me taste you, or I split you open from ear to lip and make you more beautiful. Your choice.”

“More?” I cried out loudly as he rotated his wrist enough to deepen the wound. “I can’t give that to you. I told you—Master!”

At my yell, the restrained slave’s head lifted in my peripheral, only to fall. Monotone groans filled the space, joining my soft whimpers that wanted to turn to sobs. Ethan kicked my legs open wide, lifting the knife to lick down the blade. The euphoria that had his eyes rolling as he took in my blood was beyond me. It left me stiff and stunned as he lowered, opening my robe so that he could be level with my most private area. My legs went to clamp closed, but he was too fast. His arm shot through, placing my leg over his shoulder as his arm wrapped around my thigh. Hot air blew out against me as he pulled me in.

“You’d be wise not to fight, Pearl; I may not stop with just tasting you. I will destroy your pussy. I will be merciless. Once you start screaming, I won’t be able to stop the decimation. It’s a process and it’s mine. I made my mark. Now, I’m taking what I can of you. If you don’t want it to be with my cock, you’ll enjoy my tongue and get over this violation as nothing more than a fucking gift. That’s what it really is. I need you. We both know that. But I can’t continue until I—You’ll never understand. Consume… or be consumed . Control. You… in me . Never over me. Then, you’re truly mine. I can move on and just…focus. Mine. No power over me. It’s just…me. No one else. Me .”

Green eyes were back and forth through whatever racing thoughts were going through his mind. Although I couldn’t think, myself, I found my fingers sliding through the front of his dark brown hair to try to calm him and gain some sort of balance. It had his gaze jerking up to mine. But that wasn’t the only reason I held to him. His anxiety had me softening to gain my own control. Taste wasn’t full violation. Not like before. But what if he wouldn’t stop? I had to try to keep some of my own power any way I could. A small battle won was still a victory. He wasn’t raping me. I had to compromise somewhere. I wasn’t entitled to anything, and I was lucky for his restraint, even if it was limited.

I fisted my hold gently in his hair, and Ethan took it as permission, diving to bury his face between my legs. Where pain and fear had been in my tone before, uncertainty and overwhelming pleasure was dominating my cry as his tongue pushed through my folds. The suction was automatic, and his deep, rumbling moan had me holding to him for dear life. Where the feeling was foreign but welcomed, the way my Master’s fingers dug painfully into my thigh showed he wasn’t acting…normal.

I wasn’t knowledgeable or processing thoughts good enough to know. Ecstasy merged with a sharp ache muddling my mind even more as he pushed his tongue into my entrance. At some point he’d spun us, but all I knew was my back was suddenly at the wall and I was pushing into it, moving my hips to ride along his face. His arm was so tight around my waist, trapping me to him, locking me in so I couldn’t begin to try to escape. And that mouth. That tongue. He was licking. Sucking. Licking. Sucking. Biting.

I gasped, and my heart raced as he tugged against my fold. Maybe I wasn’t experienced, but I knew this wasn’t about me. He was rough. Focusing on the texture. The thickness of my skin between his teeth. Ethan was transfixed as he tested the way the flesh moved with the shift of his jaw. But it didn’t last. He went back to sucking, and it was just a little too hard. If he had hoped to consume some part of me with this act, he was taking all I could give.

“Master.”

Could he hear my fear through the suction he added? I tried to hide it through the uncomfortable pain.

“Master.”

Pressure pulled at the robe. Combined with the positioning of his locked arm around my waist, he easily swung me down to the wet, sticky floor. He rotated, and his free large hand leveled at my chest, pushing me down as he widened my legs as far as they would go. Still, he kept hooked around me as his mouth once again settled over the sensitive nerves. Pleasure blossomed and spread as his frenzy eased. The soft teasing of his tongue had my body going lax and moving against him once again. With the need came the fogginess. I thought the effects of the oil had faded, but they were far from gone as he brought my body to life.

“That should be good, right, Master? A taste.” A moan pushed from my throat, and I couldn’t hide it. “That’s…” I trailed off as I looked down, seeing his eyes staring up at me.

Back and forth his tongue flicked over my clit, igniting a delicious burn. My palms flattened on the floor. For the life of me, I couldn’t break my gaze from the green eyes that wouldn’t leave me. Was this really the man I’d grown up watching on the television? The heart throb whose smile could hypnotize the entire population? I could almost forget I was a slave. I could almost forget that those movies were my only outlet for interaction because my rich, elite family was too embarrassed to take me out into public. I could almost forget…my father’s abandonment and betrayal to get rid of me. Burden. Lost cause. Yes…I’d been that. Those were some of the last words I’d heard him say before they started talking about a plan and price.

“ Wait .”

A building in my core ripped me from heartbreaking memories. Ethan reached forward, grabbing my hand and putting it back to the top of his head as he traced his tongue down to my opening. My head shook back and forth, and I pushed through his hair, holding as my hips shifted for more. More of what, I didn’t even know.

More.

More.

More.

Pressure from Ethan’s tongue eased into my channel, and my head lifted higher as his free hand stopped at the top of my slit. His thumb flattened over the sensitive nerves, and I sucked in air, moving even faster as the building pleasure increased from the circular motions.

“I don’t know…about this.” Soft, little sounds left me, and I couldn’t stop moving. “Master, the taste?—”

“What I really want to taste is almost here. Don’t fight the feeling.” My Master traced my opening. “Fuck. So… good. ” His eyes held mine as he let go of my thigh and eased his hand between my legs. I stiffened, keeping still as he replaced his thumb with his tongue and circled my entrance with is finger. Time passed and I lost myself to the addicting sensations. They stole me from my fear, triggering my need for ‘more’. The word looped as I began to try to take Ethan’s finger deeper. I held tighter to his head as we kept eye contact. The oil sucked me into a blissful nothingness of motion and lust. With my Master mostly like a statue, I had no distraction to break our stare. I was a captive in every sense of the word, and the pleasure that left me holding on was increasing to a fevered pitch with the soft suction.

“This feels…good. Wrong but…God. We should really…”

Was I even talking?

My head fell back, and Ethan’s hand shifted. Another finger stretched me wide, and the wave that crashed over me had my body jerking through the spasms that made me beg for things I didn’t know. The shakes were so powerful that I couldn’t control the way my legs were drawing together to trap Ethan’s head between my thighs. And his fingers were gone, his tongue replacing the digits to push deep.

Moans.

Mine.

His.

They filled the room but so did screams. They belonged to the mangled slave mounted on the wall, and the sobering reality stole me from heaven and left me crashing right back down to hell.

“If you move…”

My Master watched me like a rabid animal. While he lapped and sucked, taking his time tasting me, he waited for me to try to flee. I wanted to. The screams were haunting, and they were because of me. Because of what I did to that woman.

I eased my head back, staring up at the ceiling. While I let the most gorgeous man on the planet consume my cum, I searched for better days. For a time where my life was normal and full of joy. Barely anything came. I always ended up back on the boat. Back to the memories that haunted me every single day. I may have not remembered how I fell, but I knew what happened. My stepmother had confessed that part, but not where she thought I could hear. I was supposed to be unconscious after the surgery. Her voice had pulled me out of the black, and right into a truth that broke me worse than I already was.

“That’s exactly what I told Quincy. Pearl is ruined. No amount of surgery is ever going to fix the deformed mess she’s become. I could beat Sissy for pushing her off that boat. She says it was an accident, but those girls are always fighting. Now look what we have to deal with? What a waste of money. Do you think they’d know if I put a pillow over her face? She’s covered in bandages. Maybe they’ll think she suffocated from them.”

I wish I would have. Movement registered, and my Master’s face hardened, filling with rage at seeing the tears that left me. Before I could say anything, he stood, jerking me up.

“Am I so revolting to you? How hard that must have been for you to endure.”

“W-What? No. I?—”

He reached over, grabbing the hatchet and dragging me forward, towards the restrained b .

“Take notes, slave . First thing. Death .”

He let go of me, rearing back and embedding the square blade right across the length of her neck. Death was instant. Screams stopped. Blood sprayed out, splashing down over my bare feet. The room tilted. Ethan yanked back on the handle, immediately chopping into the flesh and bone again. And again. And again. Each swing to her throat was filled with more rage and force than the last.

A loud ping finally sounded, and I knew he’d connected with the wall behind her. The slave’s chest pitched forward right towards me, her head and arms staying in place from the restraints as the two pieces severed. Light wavered. Sound disappeared. Nothing could stop my reaction. Flashes were fast, blinding me. I was suddenly peering over the front of the speeding boat. The break in the water was beautiful. I imagined dolphins breaking through the top of waves. I was…happy. And then my doll was ripped from my hand. Just as I turned…a hard shove from my sixteen-year-old stepsister. Suffocation. Gulps of water. Pain. Pain. Pain. It was so fast and forceful as it spun and hit against my small body. I was stumbling back. Living it. Seeing it.

Darkness.

Darkness.

Dark…ness.