Mr. David’s POV
That bitch was tough to break down. She had been with me the entire time, and she knew how cruel I treated my slave who disobeyed me, yet she dared to oppose me. I guess I was too nice to her. I despised it when my slaves proved themselves to be smarter than their masters.
A slave must follow the rules of her master. She must always make her master happy. I would do everything to make her know that I was her master and that she should never defy my rules. The reason I was yet to annihilate her is that I enjoyed fucking her tight pussy.
I stood up and walked out of my office, bossing straight to where she was kept. I unlocked the door and I saw her sitting on the bed as I walked towards the room. She was a little bit shocked after she saw me.
“Am I a ghost? Am I that scary?”
She shook her head. “No, master.”
I knew she was lying because her gaze and her trembling torso said it all. She was scared of me.
“But why? Am I a monster?”
I always cared for those who listened and obeyed me. I treated them well. She was only suffering because she was always stubborn and defied my orders. She never made me happy. She always fired back whenever I wanted to take pleasure in her body.
“Don’t be scared. I’m not a monster, baby girl. I’m a human like you, or did I look like a monster to you?”
“No, master. You’re nice to me,” she lied again, her shaking voice tattled her out.
“Come here,” I whispered. “Sit on my lap.”
She was unhappy, and yet she hauled herself to where I was sitting. I tugged her to my chest before taking her lips in my mouth.
“No, no. Don’t do this,” she squealed, trying to nudge me away.
She begged and cried, but I never listened to her pleas. My yearning hand wandered all over her body. I gripped her bosom, slanted her nipples, and started smooching her forcibly.
“Again, bitch!” I rumbled when she crunched me hard on my lips. “How dare you hurt your master!”
She became frightened when she realized what problem she had caused. Even if she begged me, I wasn’t letting her go. I must retaliate against her for her crime.
I tossed her to the ground and kicked her gut, smashing her body with my shoe. I pulled out my whip. When I wasn’t satisfied with the punishment, I started whacking and ravaging her body. She cried out and begged me to stop, but her sobs only made me thrilled and excited.
I didn’t need her to scream. I wanted her to enjoy the pains I bestowed upon her. She deserved everything I was doing for her. That ungrateful slave, bitch.
“You’re such a disobedient slave, and I’m disgruntled with myself for having a slave like you!” I screamed at her as I whacked heavily on her torso.
I could see her blood panning out from the cut. I finally let her go when I was fully fulfilled. She must have learned her lesson by now.
“Listen, slave. Never disobey me or your master will be unhappy. You must obey my every command and make my life as easy, comfortable, and pleasurable as possible. My desires and needs come first. You will heed, gratify and serve your owner. You have to worship me and my body. Don’t even dream of pinnacling from the bottom by doing sloppy work or being disobedient. You will get punished. Am I clear?”
She nodded in agreement, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Baby girl, the next time you do this again, I will get rid of you, once and for all. Do you understand?” I warned her.
“Yes, master,” she responded.
I viciously laughed as I stood up, pleased seeing her like this.
“There’s no room here for a disobedient slave like you. Get some rest. I will come back later in the night to take my satisfaction from you,” I said before walking out of the room.
I heard her sob as I walked out of the room, but I didn’t care. I didn’t fucking care about any of my slaves. The slave was meant for pleasure.
As the night became darker, I couldn’t wait. I wanted to fuck her so badly. Why did I ask her to take some rest? Stupid me. I should have taken her there once. I should have fucked her. Why should I care if she was hurt?
As I was thinking of it, I didn’t want my plaything to easily get tired when I was fucking her. She was my toy, my play toy. I could no longer take it. My shaft was already agitated.
I rapidly walked up to her room. I opened it and immediately shut the door. She was at the same spot when I left her earlier, so messy.
She opened her gaze when she noticed my presence in the room. I saw fear in her eyes. She was beautiful despite her suffering. She was indeed a beauty, and this beauty was only mine. She was fucking mine.
I smirked as I walked towards my slave. I touched her and played with her hair, sniffing it. It smelled so good.
“Take off your lingerie. Lay on the bed, and spread your legs,” I commanded her.
She did just as I told her. I was surprised. I thought she would defy me again, but she never did. She obeyed all I was saying and proved me wrong. Such an obedient slave.
I loved her new personality now. It seemed like whacking her would only have her obey me. I should whack her more often.
Lust coated my eyes. I leaned down to her clit as I sniffed her cunt. She smelled so exquisite, and I drooled over her scent. Her big eyes broadened, wondering what I was about to do. I took a lick.
“This is heaven,” I groaned.
She tasted delicious. I didn’t know she was good. I should have done this before. I licked again for a second time before hushing up my face in her cunt, and I started sucking her as if my life depended on it. I loved the taste of her pussy. She never moaned or gave out a single sound. My moan and the sound of my tongue on her cunt could be heard across the room.
Was she a rock? Why was she not moaning?
I didn’t care whether she was enjoying it or not. What mattered the most was I was enjoying everything. Her cream burst into my mouth. It was a blissful feeling for me.
“Let’s try a different fuck today,” I said.
She accepted. She was pleasing me. Good. I was pleased with her. If she continued to behave like this, I would make her my mistress. She thanked me for what I promised her. Even if she looked happy, I knew she wasn’t. That bitch was only faking it. I wasn’t the cause of her misfortune. Now that she was with me, if she made me happy, I would treat her well. Real good.
I slammed her pussy before turning her on her back and planning to fucked her in her anus. I knew Drake had been fucking her in her anus. I moaned when I penetrated her. This was heaven. I should have fucked her in her anus when this felt so good.
I kept moaning and enjoying the bliss of her anus. I was in paradise. Enjoying her, I was moaning crazily until I heard a bang. A gunshot. The bullet penetrated inside my skull. Blood gushed out and I fell dead.