I moulded her ass before I gave it a couple of healthy smacks. She winced and didn’t voice anything out except a slight squeak.
I’m liking this one.
I pushed my finger in her pussy. She was nicely wet and she squirmed as I pushed her to an orgasm.
She started moaning.
“Don’t cum.” I ordered and pushed another finger in. She was a little too tight but she’ll do. I quickly pumped my fingers, bringing her to her extreme.
Her moans got louder and breathing got heavier.
I wanted to see for how long she could hold and how far she would go to please me. She started moaning a little but I didn’t like her voice. It was too whiny. Ava never whines.
I grabbed her throat and choked her a little, silencing her.
The door slammed open and Eliyah stalked inside, angry like a bull.
“What?” I snapped.
“You fucking dick!” He snarled and tried to punch me but I caught his fist and punched him instead.
He fell on the floor but was up the next second, sporting a bloody nose. “She can feel it.” He screamed, “she can feel it you sick bastard.”
Did he mean…?
He tried to attack me again but Ratmir caught him from behind and ordered a few guards to take him away.
I trailed my fingers through my hair.
Fuck.
The door opened again Ava walked inside, crying her eyes out. Her teary blue eyes pierced through mine. “I -if yo-you want to f-fuck… u-use me. Plea-please.” Her voice was rough.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak.
Her eyes fell on the slave besides me and I instinctively stepped away from her. Her eyes fell on the other two slaves kneeling.
Another sob tore through her throat.
And then she absolutely sliced my heart when she took off the dress she had worn- she was naked underneath, and then kneeled next to the slaves. Her body shook as she forced herself to maintain the position.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“It wasn’t your motive to hurt me?” She asked, her voice low but rough, like it hurt her to speak. “It wasn’t your motive to hurt me?” She repeated, her voice loud and hard. “Don’t lie to me! That’s exactly what you wanted!” She screamed, her eyes wild. “You want to hurt me. You always hurt me. Always.”
Her words echoed in my ears.
She was right. She usually was.
But this wasn’t my motive. I didn’t want to hurt her. I didn’t know she would still feel it. I rejected her, how could she feel it?
What have I done?
There was blood smeared between her thighs and over her core.
Because I had been finger fucking a slave not even five minutes ago…
I can’t feel her anymore. Because I rejected her. But there is a slight possibility that she can still feel me. Because she hasn’t accepted the rejection. I should have thought about this.
This is not general knowledge. Mates that have already mated each other don’t reject each other. Ever. It hasn’t happened before. Until now.
“Take the slaves out.” I told Ratmir who had respectfully lowered his eyes when Avalyn had stripped.
“Stand up.” I ordered and she jumped to her feet, her legs trembling.
“Wear your dress.” She wore her dress again.
“Accept my rejection.” I hardened my heart.
This needs to be done. This is not the way I wish to hurt her.
And while I won’t go out looking for women to fuck, I’m not going to remain celibate for the rest of my life. Once I’m over Avalyn, I’m sure I’ll start finding other women attractive again.
Her eyes flow up to stare into mine. More tears filled into them. “P-please don.. t.” Her throat was raw. “I -I can’t.”
Her face crumpled in pain and she hugged her own trembling body. “Use me. I -if you wa-want to fuc-ck. Use my body. I -I can’t t-take it if you-you…” she sobbed.
The fact that she offered… it angered me. She is practically offering herself up to be used? The thing she detests the most? The thing of her past that she is the most insecure about?
And it angered me more because it was very tempting. She turned me on like no other. She knew my body and knew what I liked like no other. There was no other female in the entire fucking world more beautiful, with a better scent, with a more melodious voice- more perfect than her.
I strode to her and stood in front of her, looking at her with anger I didn’t bother masking. “Do you know what you speak of?” I hissed. She is out of her fucking mind. “You want to be used? Is this one of your mind games? Nothing will ever make me like you ever again.”
She flinched and then softly replied, “it will hurt less than seeing you with oth-other women.”
“Then why don’t you accept my rejection?” I growled. “It won’t hurt at all.” And it won’t hurt my conscience either.
“I’m s-sorry. I -I can’t do it. It’s yo-your only order I ca-ant follow, M-Master.” She rasped.
Her calling me that name again angered me. It reminded of the time when things were good. So good. We used to have fun times when she called me that.
How dare she refer me like that again? How can she taint it?
“You want to be my fucking slave? Fine. One mistake-one single mistake, Avalyn, and I’ll punish you. And this time, I won’t hold back.” I snarled in her face.
She meekly nodded.
I slapped her ass hard. She jumped, a shriek coming out of her mouth.
“Yes, Master.” She whispered.
I extended my claws and tore her dress before I grabbed the dainty gold collar that Ratmir had brought and locked it around her neck.
“Do you know what this means?” I hissed in her ear as I cupped her throat from over the collar. “It means that you belong to me, that no other man can fuck you, that you aren’t allowed to let other men touch you.” I hissed as I taunted her past sins.
She flinched.