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“I’m waiting, slut,” he prompted.
“T... Thank you, Master,” I whispered.
“For?”
“For... For making me come,” I continued.
“How many times does that make it now?” he queried.
“Three...”
“Shouldn’t your gratitude be grander?” he countered.
I clenched my teeth, loathing the mortifying sensation coursing through me. How on earth was I going to survive this month? No, I couldn’t succumb so easily. I possessed greater strength.
“I’m profoundly appreciative for all the times you have made me come, Master,” I proclaimed with a more resolute tone.
“Of course you are, because you love what your Master does to you, don’t you?” I didn’t reply swiftly enough, prompting his grip to tighten as he tilted my head backward. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” I retorted through gritted teeth, meeting his gaze, certain that he detected the animosity in my eyes.
“Much better.”
He pushed me forward once more, and I anticipated that he intended to fuck me now. However, that wasn’t his intent. I felt something entering my pussy, and instantaneously recognized what it was.
“Really? Both places?” I panted, sensing the plug in my ass and the diminutive vibrator in my pussy.
“Now you can start cleaning.”
“With these inside me?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder and spotting the small remote in his hand. “Oh, fuck...”
In that moment, I understood his strategy. He didn’t plan to torment me solely within this room. The torment would accompany me wherever I ventured. My orgasms lay entirely at his mercy.
Chapter 25
-Jared-
Leaning back against the couch in my living room, a book in hand, I observed Alison moving about, dusting shelves in that absurd maid outfit. Every time she reached for something higher or bent forward, I enjoyed a delightful view, even spotting the plug wedged between her sweet ass cheeks. It was surprising that no one had claimed her there. Despite wanting to seem like an angel, Alison wasn’t exactly known to be a Virgin Mary. I found it astonishing that no one had brought her to climax with their tongue, but again, her preferred partners were usually overly confident football players, brainless wealthy men, and older professors who believed age alone made them appealing. However, age didn’t necessarily equate to experience. Some assumed their numerous conquests translated to expertise in sex. Such misconceptions were amusing to hear, knowing their poorly trained techniques left their partners unsatisfied. Nevertheless, their failures became my gains. Alison would never forget the moment I brought her to orgasm with my tongue, nor would she erase the instance I penetrated her ass and drove her to beg for more. In due time, she would develop a love for anal play. By the end of this month, I wouldn’t only have accomplished claiming the last virgin part of her. I would also have made her plead for me to take her ass again.
“You missed a spot,” I stated in an offhand manner, briefly glancing at her. Annoyance showed on her face as she looked over her shoulder.
“Where?” she queried.
“Just there,” I replied, indicating a spot she had recently dusted off.
“But I already took care of that.”
“Are you doubting your Master’s ability to see?” I countered, finding the situation rather amusing.
“But I...”
I arched an eyebrow, silently challenging her to argue against me. She crossed her arms, displaying annoyance.
“If I have to go over the same spot twice all day, I won’t finish,” she protested.
“Well, luckily there’s tomorrow,” I responded, theatrically flipping a page in my book. Though I enjoyed reading—the library was once my sanctuary—I wasn’t actually reading now. It was merely a façade. Meanwhile, Alison remained stubbornly in her spot.
“Do you truly wish to challenge me, slave?” I asked.
