Chapter 51

After once more abandoning Cinder, I went downstairs. But that time, she wasn’t bound. It was no longer necessary; we’d sealed our bargain—she was mine. The first sex slave I’d had in years. Debbie had her play times. Plus, Mandy, of course, enjoyed exploring her slutty side.

But with Cinder, things promised to be different, far more intense. Plus, the next choice would be hers. After another gulp of cool water, I settled on the couch with a sigh. Along with another glass of water, two tumblers sat full of that exquisite whiskey on the coffee table.

“How much does she wanna impress her new master?” I muttered while glancing up towards the distant bedroom.

Almost a half-hour later, she hadn’t appeared, and I shook my head. She’d had enough for one day. Then again, the sleek blonde had done well for our first encounter. Nevertheless, unfair though it was, a flash of disappointment slashed through me.

After a slow nod, I used the wrist-monitor to spot a nearby micro-drone. Scattered as they were across the home, it would take time for them to return and get stowed. With a slow exhale, I reached for the backpack, readying my finger over the “recall” button.

But a quiet shuffling noise at the far end of the narrow, tiled corridor had me halting. As the sound grew louder, I raised my head to look over the back of the couch.

With the pink silk belt once more attached to the ring on her collar, its other end dangled from her teeth as she crawled nearer. My heart hammered. Shiny, her lustrous platinum-blonde tresses were brushed out. No longer marred by tear-streaks, the skin of her face gleamed. Makeup adorned her face, and the fresh lipstick twinkled.

When she saw I’d spotted her, she continued with her head bowed until settling on her knees before me. As her arms raised to clasp hands behind her skull, my pulse quickened, and the room blurred. Also refreshed, the exquisite perfume slipped into my nostrils, along with the scent of her need. When I removed the silken leash from her bright white teeth, she gulped.

“Guess you truly wanna be mine, huh, slave?” I murmured while gliding fingertips along her cheek.

“Yes, master.” She followed the belt as I wrapped it around my fist.

Two words. Simplicity. Bargain, sure. But she wished for more, or she wouldn’t be kneeling before me. At a soft spatter, I glanced at a droplet on the tile. It had snapped free of the trail oozing from my dangling, but still achy cockhead.

“Clean that up.” I gestured to the shiny puddle between my legs.

If I’d blinked, I would’ve missed her motion. One second, she was kneeling, the next she was bent forward. As that glossy hair swept across the floor, the sounds of hungry slurping came from underneath. When she moved aside, I caught her slim smile as she swirled her tongue along the tiles.

Okay, what were her limits? When she rose, licking her lips, the grin remained even as she bowed her head. However, before her hands could return to her skull, I placed the other water into them. While emptying it with loud gulps, she risked looking at me. It wasn’t long, but the view was enough to spot the challenge in them. Yeah, she wanted me to keep pushing.

That, I could do. Once she’d finished, I replaced the empty glass with a tumbler. As she raised it towards her lips, I tapped it with my own whiskey.

“Here’s to my new slave and her master.” When I smiled, her grin reappeared as she took a lengthy swallow of bourbon.

At the flash of her eyes, my brow tightened. Again, that challenging glimmer. Plus, the hope, which sparked my curiosity once more.

“How did you learn to be so submissive?” I asked, before taking another sip.

“I read a lot.”

At that response, I narrowed my brows. Teeth chattering behind the tumbler’s rim, she was shaking like a leaf. Yes, it was bullshit. She damn sure understood that I realized. If she’d truly been mine, as in purchased, I would’ve whipped it out of her. But a sudden calm engulfed me; I’d wait. Like Mandy, in good time, the truth would flow from her.

“Ever ask your husband to control you?” I lowered my hand to caress her cheek again.

“Once. Um, he laughed.” Although she pressed into my fingers, her voice was filled with annoyance. “I was ... So ashamed.”

“Well.” I snorted before taking a quick drink. “With me, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Obey and I’ll treat you the way you desire, slave.”

After retrieving the tumbler from her hands, I placed it back on the coffee table. Just as she bowed her head, I tugged on the leash, and she shuffled forward between my outstretched legs. With her breath quickening, blasting puffs of heat along my suddenly lurching rod, I held in a smile. Although I couldn’t see her eyes, it was obvious she’d noticed the abrupt motion. In her shiny white hair, those delicate pale fingers were twitching.

“Get me hard, slave.” I gave the leash a gentle pull. “And I’ll permit you to ride me.”

Again, one blink and I’d have missed her lurching forward. When her hands shot to me, I almost corrected her, but with those velvety lips surrounding my knob, I only groaned. Sometimes, you’ve got to let the servant do the serving.

“Mmm, good girl.”

At my quiet words, she flung aside her hair to gaze up at me. Those emerald pools blazed. One hand moved to fondle my over-full, heavy balls, while the other raced along my shaft. Every swift pulse of those cheeks had the most wondrous suction yanking on my soul.

It took no time for me to stiffen. As I leaned back on the couch with a sigh, I expected her to straddle me. But instead of leaping onto me, she eased her mouth upwards with a languid twist. Once only my knob was within her lips, her fist tightened beneath its fat rim.