Collared (Masters of Desires)

Having had their filthy ways with his slave, the three men threw away their used condoms and dressed in their casual jeans and tees. They closed the door on their way out, leaving behind a very miserable and very sexually frustrated Abigail.

Master Trice swallowed the rest of his drink and waited patiently as the men got in their cabs and drove far away from the city. Sensing the bright yellow lights dim in the distance, he strutted toward his slave.

Her breath was shallow and the only noise he heard in the silent night. It was a pleasant sound after minutes of lustful moans and groans.

With the back of his finger, he scratched along the vertebral column of her back. Her skin was moist and warm, yet it glittered with goosebumps. Strands of her hair stuck to her rosy cheeks, hiding the light freckles beneath.

He picked her up and engulfed her naked body into his arms where it belonged. The repugnant scent of sex and spicy cologne that wasn’t his made his stomach turn. His urgency to rid every inch of her skin of the retched smell directed him to the stairs.

Kenneth waited for him with the back door of the SUV open and a blanket in hand. Preston sent him a reluctant thanks as he wrapped it around Abigail and got inside.

Abigail rested her cheek on the window as Kenneth eased into light traffic. Tears cascaded from her eyes as she closed her lids and released a profound sigh. A low groan formed on the bottom of his throat as a desire to lick her tears made him readjust his trousers. He quickly shut it down. He wouldn’t touch her, not while she smelled of them.

“Did you enjoy your gift?” he asked.

She licked her already moistened lips, making them shine with gloss. “You’re a cruel man.”

He shrugged smugly, pleased with her response. “Sometimes it’s better to do something and regret you ever did it than to live your life in wonder.”

Her eyes were big and as curious as ever when she asked, “Do you live in wonder or regret?”

A few months back, he would’ve answered as predicted. Today, he thought the question twice as a tsunami of ancient memories flooded his present and drowned him in his biggest regret.

But had it not been regret that led him to where he was today?

Had it not been regret that made him accept himself?

Had regret not guided him to Abigail?

He lived with regret no more, not since Abigail came into his life because if the occurrences in Athens hadn’t happened, then he never would’ve met her and that in itself was regretful.

Today he lived with something worse, much worse.

“Wonder,” he responded with true sincerity, holding onto the image of a little girl in a Queen Amalia costume. “Definitely wonder.”

“What do you wonder about?”

Kenneth saved him the trouble of having to explain himself further. He opened the passenger door and helped Abigail out. She attempted to hide her nudity but failed with the shortness of the blanket. Before her feet found the floor, she was cradled in Preston’s arms.

“Thank you, Ken. You’re dismissed,” he informed him as they made their way to the elevator.

Abigail’s pungent scent followed Preston through the three-minute ride up to the eighty-seventh floor. Her soft lips touched the thin layer of skin that rested between his shoulder and neck.

Sickened by the caress, he twisted his neck. “Not while you smell of them.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

He didn’t have to see her face to know she’d been hurt. Not wanting her saddened on such a special day, he tightened his arms around her, hoping the small gesture told her he was okay, they were okay.

“Don’t speak anymore.”

When the elevator yawned to showcase his home, Master Trice made his way down the hall and into the bathroom.

He sat her in the middle of the bathtub and turned on the faucet the highest it allowed. Abigail tried to escape the burning water, but he stopped her with a firm push on her shoulders. He watched the change of her fair skin turn a blush pink as the heat of the water engulfed her naked body.

“Don’t fucking move.”

Giving her his back, he searched the vanity for an unused toothbrush. He squeezed toothpaste onto the soft bristles. His fingers blanched as the blue paste flowed over the brush to the rim of the sink.

He knelt on the floor before her as he spread the paste on her lips and brushed them forcefully.

Her lips bleeding with a new coat of skin, he ordered her to open her mouth. She formed the most perfect O, enticing his cock to jerk in his jeans. With a sturdy grip, he massaged her upper and lower teeth in a circular motion. He used the back of the brush to clean her tongue until she gagged and coughed. With minty foam sliding down the corner of her mouth, she accepted the cup of tap water Master Trice gave her. He motioned for her to gargle and spit the remnants back into the cup.

Then he did it again, making sure no trace of the man who had his cock inside her mouth was left on her taste buds.

Abigail’s body was smeared with soap as he washed away the remnants of sex.

Saline beads slid down her face and wet her long eyelashes as he shampooed and conditioned her hair with the nails of his fingers.

Master Trice pulled her hair forward and pushed her wet body to stand on all fours. He slapped the back of her thigh and ordered her to spread her legs.

Two soapy fingers parted her labia, slathering it with his favorite unscented soap. He teased the little nub until she moaned under his expert touch. Her gray eyes disappeared under their lids as he traced the opening of her vagina and inserted three fingers. He applied slight pressure on her G-spot as he drew his fingers in and out of her, cleaning the walls of her pussy in the process.

He parted her cheeks and inserted a pair of bubbly fingers inside her taut hole. She gasped under the assault but relaxed her muscles as she took him deeper inside her. He twirled his fingers around, making sure her insides were squeaky clean.

She was his favorite pastime. He could spend hours fiddling with her body, exploring all her parts inside and out. But she was starting to enjoy the bath too much for his pleasure, so he removed his fingers and slapped her ass.

“Stand.”

Beads of water slid down her breasts, dancing in a vertical motion down her thighs. Her nipples stood in alert, demanding the attention he so desperately wanted to give her but wouldn’t.

Abigail let out a quiet yawn and rubbed her eyes lazily as he patted her dry with a towel.

“Are you tired, Angel?” he asked in a dulcet voice that was sure to give her cavities. She met his eyes and raised both eyebrows. “You may speak now.”

“Yes.”

“That’s too bad. Now it’s my turn to play.”

Master Trice picked her up and walked out of the bathroom. Guided by his sadistic tendencies, he followed his urge down the hall and into his playroom.

Welcomed by a bondage horse, he placed Abigail on the padded bench. If he hadn’t been invited to spend the weekend with her family, he would’ve replaced the padded surface with grainy sandpaper. Now he made sure not to mark her body as he locked her ankles and wrists with silver shackles.

Still, it didn’t mean he couldn’t choke her with his cock. So, he removed his trousers and rammed himself inside her mouth.

It didn’t mean he couldn’t fuck her as slow as possible until she begged to come and even then, he’d denied her. So, he entered her slowly, her insides squeezing the cum out of him.

It didn’t mean he had to use lubricant on her taut hole. So, he pushed forward, her hole tight and filling.

With his whore spent and defenseless, he stepped back to marvel at her as she laid on the spanking bench. His cum slipping out of her three holes was the sexist thing he’d ever seen. His cock was hard after such a holy image, he masturbated before her, letting his cock sprinkle beads of cum down her back, face, and hair.

“Listen carefully, whore. You are not to shower again. You will walk the streets smelling like me. You will go to work smelling like me. You will talk to others smelling like me. This whole fucking city is going to know you belong to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master Trice.” His orgasm slid down her lips as she answered him. He pushed it into her mouth with the pad of his thumb.

She’d swallow him entirely, not a drop to be wasted.