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Boring.

One word to describe the whole dinner. It was just everyone eating in their very posh way versus me trying my best to not make a fool out of me.

I'm so grateful of master to save me the embarrassment though. He helped me by cutting the meat for me into pieces and serving them to me in my plate like I was some child. I guess I need to take a lesson on what cutlery to use where. The set of 10 different types of knives and forks intimidated me in every way possible.

Right now, we're in an elevator that takes us to the bedroom in master's huge penthouse. I didn't know he had a place here too but judging by how rich he is, I'm sure he has places everywhere.

The whole place is empty from people. It's just me and him here. The thought, both, scares and excites me.

Just half an hour ago, when we left the dinner hall after saying our goodbyes to Minatozakis, master has looked tense ever since. Especially whenever Namjoon tried to cone closer to me.

He might not admit it but I can see jealousy surging in his whole body. Even at that time too, I deliberately let Namjoon kiss the back of my hand again when we were heading towards the car. Not gonna lie I enjoyed the look of jealousy on master's face.

I smile as I recall it again and just then the elevator halts and the door slides open. Master is standing in front of me and gets out of elevator first followed by me.

My breath suddenly gets stuck in my throat when a hand grabs my throat, pinning be to the wall on the side. My eyes widen as I clutch the hand on my throat with my hands, horror flashing through me.

"You thought I wouldn't know, my little buttercup," master tightens his grip and now his hold becomes threatening as my air supply gets in danger.

"W-Wha-" I can't say it out. I'm scared, I'm intimidated and dare I say that I'm aroused too.

"Don't play naive. You're no longer that innocent little girl now, are you?"

His thumb strokes the protruding nerve on the side of my neck which is thumping furiously inside me right now. He inches in closer to me and strong smell of whiskey and cigarettes invades my nostrils mixed with his dark musky cologne.

" You're mine, you fucking know that," he growls against my lips and I gasp when he gives a squeeze to my throat and I start struggling for air. My breaths turn into pants and I can tells my eyes are about to bulge out.

But then he lets me go, making me gasp loudly breathing in as much as oxygen possible. I cough till my face is red. I've doubled over my knees as my heart beats in my ear but I can feel some of it in my burning wet core too.

I'm so sick to get turned on by this but he's the one who has turned me into this. His own personal fuck doll who now enjoys every torture of his.

Grabbing my wrist, he lunges me forward so that we enter the room. He does the formality of locking before pinning my body to the door. My back harshly collides with the wood and I wince.

"For how you behaved there, baby, you deserve punishment, don't you? There'll be slapping, throwing, choking, fucking, fucking and even more fucking till I tears that tiny cunt of yours, you get it?" he whispers in my ear darkly and I almost moaned.

My knees buckle and a shiver runs down my spine. His hand harshly gropes my breast and I can't help but lean in to feel it all. But then he's gone.

I open my eyes to see him standing inches away from me. His eyes darken as I look into them. His next command comes short but clear.

"Strip."

I gulp before taking in a deep breath. I don't want to make him repeat himself. So I reach behind me with shaking hands and open the zipper of my dress. I look up into his eyes, my cheeks burning and ears ringing from how loud my heartbeat is.

His eyes take me in like some predator and my arousal runs down my leg at the sight of him looking so dominant. It's just something about him that can literally get any woman to drop on her knees.

His hair, sharp eyes, black shirt stretching around his robust chest and buffed biceps, his waist that would make any woman blush, his crotch area showing sign of his manhood with a visible bulge always showing how huge he is and then his thighs pressed against the material of his pants.

Even Greek god would be surprised by this man's godly, intimidating and such manly beauty.

Breathing out, I tuck the thin straps of my dress down my shoulders. It falls down around my waist and my naked breasts come in his direct view. My nipples are hard and aching. My breathing quickens and I push the dress down so that it falls in my feet.

I stand there, cold and naked with only my thongs on my body, as he just looks at me with his arms crossed in front of his chest, fully clothed.

"Take that off and give it to me," he looks at my covered sex and I immediately get rid of the only piece of cloth I was wearing. I extend my hand in front of him with my damp thong in it. Embarrassment flushes through me as the patch was completely visible.

Master holds it and throws it at the bed on our side.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

"Go, lay on the bed," another command and I scramble to follow as soon as I heard it.

I'm laying on the bed, on my back with my arms on my sides and legs tightly closed. When master nears me, I get alert and ready for what will come.

He picks my thong up from the bed and walks where my head is laying. Hovering over me he tells me to open my mouth and I do, only for him to stuff my little damp thong into my mouth. I can taste my own arousal in my mouth and some messed up part of me finds it incredibly hot that I get so wet for him.

Master loosens his tie and take it off. His veiny tattooed hands are wrapping the material around them as he hovers over me. He looks at my flushed face and then smirks before bringing the tie towards my mouth. He gags my already stuffed mouth with it and ties it behind my head. It's tight but not that tight to hurt me. It just perfectly takes my ability to speak from me.

Standing to his height, he grabs my hands one by one, tying them to their respective sides to the bed posts. Then, he walks towards my legs. Prying them wide open, he licks his lips at the sight of my drenching wet core.

My whole face burns as my wet core clenches around air. Master's eyes glistened at the sight. Fuck, I close my eyes at embarrassment, trying my best to not close my legs. He gets on his knees to search something.

From the left foot post, he stretches out a long rope that is attached to it from one end. The other end is brought to my ankle. He wraps the rope around it tightly and stretches it even more. Then with his hands, he joins my ankle to my thigh and wraps the same rope on the upper side of my thigh. Joining my ankle and my thigh together, he ties them in a single tight knot. He does the same thing with my other leg, tying them in a frogtie position which are tied to the foot posts of the bed.

In this position, I'm at my most vulnerable state. I can't scream, cry or do anything with my mouth, and my body is all tied up too. I can't move a limb right now. Especially my legs which are wide open with no room at all for movement. My sex is  clearly visible if you see me from my opposite direction. I can't even close my legs. Embarrassment surging in me wants nothing but to close my wide open legs but unfortunately, it's physically not possible for me.

"Now, buttercup," master's voice brings my attention to him. He's standing by my head on my left as he opens his cuffs and roll his sleeves up. His tattooed arm comes in my view and my pussy clenches at the sight.

"Let's start with your punishment, yes?" his voice is dark as hell.

I've never feared his punishments as much as now. His eyes hold some different emotion which is as dark as the color they hold. I don't know what's coming next but something in me tells me to brace myself.

For the first time in weeks, I'm feeling scared of him and he knows it. My eyes show it all. Tears run down my eyes to my temples to soak into my hair as my lips wobble.

"Crying already? I haven't even started, baby. Teasing me there? There's no one who does teasing better than me and you'll know it now, Y/N," he tells me before raking his hand into his hair making them a beautiful mess.

Then he unbuckles his belt and my bare chest starts heaving up and down. It's not new then, he has whipped me before too. But then he opens the drawer of the nightstand and to my horror, he fetches out the thing that I fear the most right now.

A black silk blindfold.

If he blindfolds me right now, then one of the last two senses of mine would be taken away too. I don't hate blindfolds but right now, my sight is the only power I have. My eyes widen and I look at him with pleading eyes.

Please, don't.

But he does. I  don't have any choice. I'll have to just lay there and let him do whatever he wants. He ties the blindfold behind my head and my tears instantly soak it. I feel like passing out right now. I want to apologize to him already but I can't. My mouth is tied. He did it on purpose.

I sniffle and hear him taking something else out of the drawer. My toes curl on the bed sheet as I feel something tingling in my stomach. Anxiety. Fuck.

"Don't worry. I'll try to be quite gentle," he caresses my sweaty forehead and I gulp in affirmation. I believe him.

I feel something hard yet cold on top of my breasts, making me gasp and arch on the bed. Goosebumps rise on my body as the thing travels between the valley of my breasts. The texture tells me that it is his belt.

My breathing is ragged as the cold feeling disappears but a sharp sting courses through my whole body. I scream out, though it is muffled, as I register that he whipped me right above my left nipple.

It was harsh but not that harsh. He rubs the place with the leather to sooth the pain for a few seconds before he again hits the same place but harsher than before. I practically cry out at the painful whip. Tears running out my eyes.

The next one hit on my left nipple and my whole body shook with the impact. It was so loud and the after shock has left my body trembling. My bud is aching already. He rubs the leather on my peaked nipple and a low moan grumbles from back of my throat. As I start enjoying it, he again whips right on it making my whole body arch off the bed.

I pull on my restraints and my legs itch to break free. The rope isn't tied very tightly, I can move a few inches but fuck, I want to stretch it and I'm already going paranoid because I can't.

My thoughts are interrupted when I feel something warm and wet on my abused bud. I whimper as his mouth sucks my red burning nipple. He sucks hard as his tongue flicks my bud up and down fastly. My stomach rolls inside me as my vagina aches for a touch. Fuck, this is too much.

I want to moan but I can't. I want to hold his hair but I can't. I'm fucking helpless.

Then the warm feeling of his mouth is gone. I'm still panting when he hits his belt on the same nipple again. A loud scream, which was clear even when I'm gagged, echoes through the room. I can't.

"Scream, Y/N, scream for me," he hits me there again, harder then before. I scream even louder.

I apologize through my gag but only incoherent words came out. I cry even louder when I try again but nothing comes out.

My nipple feels like it's on fire. I'm withering on the bed because of the damn ache all inside my body. My other nipple is itching to be touched and I wither even more.

"Are you sorry, buttercup?" he asks me and before I could nod, his warm mouth is again on my abused red nipple. He sucks harder than before, playing with it with his tongue as my hands tug harder on the rope.

This is too much. He needs to stop. I tell him but only gibberish came out of my mouth. I cry out at my helplessness.

He leaves my bud again but his fingers hold it in a pinch and I growl out. He chuckles at my state.

"You didn't answer," he tells in his hoarse voice and again before I could respond, his thumb and forefinger pinches my peak quite hard, holding it in place. I cry in my gag, tears running down my temples and soaking the blindfold.

I pant loudly through my nose as I nod aggressively. Yes, I'm sorry. I want to scream it outbut I can't.

Master chuckles as he rubs my nipple with his thumb harshly. I can feel my heart beating inside the aching bud. He pinches it one last time before leaving it. Sweat trickles down my forehead as I brace myself for whatever he'll do next.

I hear the swing of the belt before it hit my same nipple again. More screams, more cries.

I want to touch my other nipple because the ignorance it's getting is making my insides crawl. I can tell my left nipple must be red, swollen, wet and bigger than the other one right now.

He rubs the leather on it for few seconds to sooth me and I feel the familiar feeling climbing up my stomach. My mouth is wide open as my eyes roll back into my head.

I'm coming.

The feeling of leather disappears but I feel it again when he hits me. I wither even more as I arc my back off the bed. The feeling climbs higher and when master takes my bud in his mouth again, I feel the bubble growing even more.

His tongue does wonders on me as it flicks me over and over again. I'm losing my mind at this point. The whips has made it over sensitive and at this pace, I'm going to cum soon.

A loud moan rumbles from my throat as I arc my back even more. I'm so close. So so close.

Just as I am almost about to come, master leaves my nipple. He stills, not doing anything at all. Why did he stop? The feeling disappears as I growl at him.

He snickers before saying, "Do you think your punishment is orgasming?"

He grabs my throat again harshly and I scream, "Remember I told you, there's no one who does teasing better than me."

While he's telling me this with his one hand on my throat, I feel his other hand going down to my wet pussy. He cups me there and I buck my hips up at the contact.

"Look who got your filthy tight cunt wet. It's me, you're drenching for me, Y/N, don't you forget that."

I gulp as I pant even louder. My eyebrows are pinched together and my hands are bawled into fists.

His hand leaves my throat and goes up to my lips. He rubs my lower lip with his thumb before I feel his teeth biting down on it. I jerk in my place as I struggle. He bites the side of my lip hard and I taste my blood on my tongue.

"These lips are mine," he tells me as his hand travels down my body.

He grabs my abused breast, squeezing it hard. I want to hiss at the pain it causes as tears fall down. His lips wraps around the swollen nipple making me whine. He sucks on it for a few seconds, making me a withering mess again before he leaves it.

"Your breasts are mine. This swollen bud will remind you of it for a few days," he flicks it with his finger.

His next stop in on my aching sex which is already cupped by his large hand. His thumb finds my clit as he starts rubbing it. I whine harder. Then he inserts his two fingers inside my soaking pussy.

" This pussy is mine and no one touches what's mine. I get to play with it, finger it or fuck it, you get it? Let other man touch you, I'll make sure he dies, you fucking get it?" he growls at the end I nod between my cries.

I need to cum. Or I'll lose my mind.

His fingers leave my pussy clenching on air. I try to close my thighs to trap him in  but it's not possible for me. My legs are fucking sore already. But then I feel something hard being pushed inside my pussy. It's not his dick, it's metal- cold and big. Is it a dildo? Or worse, a vibrator?

In next moment, I feel master taking the blindfold off my eyes. My teary red eyes adjust with the dim lights of the room. I blink for a few times before my vision clears on master. He's standing there, still fully dressed, though I can see him breathing harshly. His hair are messy making him look even hotter as I clench around the toy inside me. His eyebrows are pinched together as he licks his lips sensually.

He sits on the bed next to me as he cups my cheek with his hand to softly caress it. Tears start flowing out of me again as I plead him with my eyes, apologizing to him but something in his eyes tells me that he has just started.

He leans in closer to me to kiss my forehead softly. I close my eyes to savor the moment but then I hear a soft click which was followed with vibrations.

I cry loudly as I feel the thing inside me vibrating. I wither recklessly on the bed, under him at the instant. My eyes shut close as my whole body arches off the bed on my tiptoes. My g spot is in direct contact with the vibrator and due to that my arousal is flowing out even more right now.

Master sits up straight and starts playing with my nipple again, making it jerk at the touch of his finger. I'm biting hard on my thong, I'm sure it's wet with my saliva right now along with his tie.

I pant harder and louder to tell him to slow it down but as I can't speak, he won't hear.

Master slaps my nipple harshly making it burn. His mouth return on it again. This whole feeling with the vibrator deep inside me mixes into giving me the most intense feeling. I can feel it coming.

I throw my head back as I feel the bubble building inside me again, the remainants of the last one making this one even more stronger. My body starts shaking and my hands hold the rope tightly, ready for my fall.

I'm cumming.

I'm so so near.

Oh god, I'm clo-

It disappears. I scream out in anger as master switches the vibrator off. My hands itch to hold him and tell him to switch it on again. Hell, I want to touch myself. I can get off!

I look up at him and he grins like a devil at me. Asshole. My angry eyes look at him. I've never been this frustrated and pissed off at the same time. I need to cum. If he lets me speak, I will apologize. I will do anything but I just need to cum.

"What? Show me those eyes and I'll double your punishment," he grabs my jaw tightly. His threatening eyes look into mine as he switches the vibrator on again. It's happening all over again.

My orgasm has completely vanished and now it'll build again. It's happening for the third time now and I'm exhausted. Either just let me cum, or just don't. What he's doing is pushing me to the edge but not over it. I climb higher and higher but then he just pulls me back.

This time again, just when my vision started seeing those stars, he switched it off. I'll turn into a beast, growling and grunting at him, if he doesn't let me cum. He works like a devil himself, everytime I whine at how he denies my orgasm, he just snickers at me.

Everything happening right now is humiliating, frustrating, exhausting and so excruciating at its peak. I'm crying like a baby by the time he again doesn't let me cum for forth time.

"I'm not letting you get off easily, buttercup, I guess now's the time you start using your mouth, hm?" his rhetorical question makes my eyes bleed tears.

I see him leaning over me as his hands get behind my head to untie the knot. He takes his tie off along with my dripping thong out of my mouth. As soon as my mouth is freed, I start begging like a whore.

"Please please please let me cum, master," I gulp, "please!"

He laughs at me, throwing his head back. Even though he's being a whole sinister asshole to me but his laugh sends another wave of pleasure inside me, making me even wetter.

"I beg you, I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I swear to God, I won't master. Just let me cum please!" I cry.

I don't care how I'm sounding right now. Maybe like some pathetic bitch, but all I know is that my pussy is aching and burning like it's on fire. I want nothing else.

" You know now who you belong to-"

" Yes! Yes master, I do. Please, I'm sorry. I'm yours! I'm only yours," I plead harder. My mouth and eyes doing it again and again.

"Aw my pretty little whore wants to cum?" he coos, a different voice of taunting is heard. He's enjoying it too well while I'm laying here on the verge of having a heart attack because of how fast and loud my heart beat is. My legs are tied and sore as fuck. My left breast must be the deepest shade of blue and red right now. My eyes are burning because of all the crying and he's laughing?

"Are you angry now? Are you feeling it too? Sadly Y/N, I won't let you cum until I'm satisfied," he tells me as he turns the thing inside me on again.

"Master please!"

It's no longer pleasurable now. It hurts like hell. I'm over sensitive and sore all over. My soul will leave my body when I'll cum, I just know. It's too intense and just way too much.

"What? Are you sorry?"

"Y-Es! Ah fuck, plea-!"

I can't form words because I'm too concentrated on the feeling inside my stomach. My eyes are shut, too tightly that I can see white dots in my vision. I need to cum. Please, let me.

"Don't s-stop, master please!" I beg just in case he decides to turn it off again.

I feel the ropes on my legs loosening and I open my eyes to look down at master, untying me. When my legs are finally free, I spread them on the bed. The feeling of relief along with the heightening wave of pleasure mix together to something purely different, entirely new.

"Cl-ose, master, I'm cl- oh! Fuck..."

"I know, I know, cum for me, buttercup."

"Yes master, yes!"

I scream the loudest when my  hips buck up and then my back arcs on the bed. I flew apart as the strongest wave of pleasure passes through me. I practically sit up on the bed but the ropes tying my hands doesn't let me.

My ears ring because of what just happened. My whole body is shaking and I'm moaning loudly, on and on. Some incoherent profanities drip out of my mouth as I cum on the vibrator and wet the sheets.

The thing is still vibrating, inching my orgasm even more higher . I can feel my heartbeat in my pussy as it doesn't stop. My cum is still dripping out of me and I'm still moaning until he turns it off.

I slump down on the bed, wailing like a child and whimpering due to the aftershock of the most intense orgasm I had in my life. My wrists are hurting because of all the pulling.

I hear sharp sound of a knife cutting the ropes attached to my wrists. They feel so heavy as they fall down on the bed. I just lay there, sprawled on the bed crying.

Master climbs up after taking his shoes off, he's still completely dressed. As he crawls to me, he picks me up in his arms and makes me sit on his lap. My cum drips on his black pants clad thighs, dampening it.

"Sh, it's done. You did good," he hugs me closer to his chest and caresses the back of my head like he has been doing since last few weeks. Kissing my temple, he cradles me back and forth to soothe me down.

I hiccup in his arms, sitting there all limp. A whimper escapes my mouth when my abused nipple brushes against his black shirt. He notices it and takes my breast in his hand to massage it softly to ease the pain.

My eyes are closed though tears are running free staining my cheeks. My snot runs down my nose and I try to sniffle. My head is laying on his left shoulder as I stain his shirt there because of my tears. I'm a mess, a whole wreck.

I feel master's hand going down to my sex as he takes the vibrator out of me. I whine as the area where he touches me aches because of the over sensitivity.

After a few minutes, when I feel at ease, I exhale contently. Master takes that as a sign as my whole body melts into his arms. He unbuttons his pants with one hand while other arm is still wrapped around me. My heart dropped at the thought of what he'll do now.

I completely forgot about sex in the haze of his punishment and aftercare. The tears sting my eyes again. I've already had too much, will I be able to take it? He doesn't cum easily and if he starts now he'll fetch at least three orgasm out of me before he'll cum.

I see him taking his hard as a rod, huge dick out of his pants. It's looking red and angry as hell. It needs it's release too.

"Shh, my angel, you can do it," he flaps it in his large hands and the size intimidates me enough. Though I'm already sore, I feel my cheeks reddening at the sight. His tattooed veiny hand jerking his huge veiny dick has again made the arousal flow out of me.

My insides are too tired of all the activity but my pussy has a brain of its own. It wants to be fucked and apparently that's what will happen. I can feel it purring at the thought.

He leaves his dick and takes both his hands to my face. Cupping my cheeks, he makes me lift my head off his shoulder. I look at him through my glassy eyes and almost red face. He smiles at me before his jaw clicks. He prettily set my hair behind my ear. This is his new habit and I adore it.

Tilting my head up, he captures my lips in his. He doesn't waste time as he invades my mouth and claim my tongue as his. I moan in his mouth and his possessiveness took over as he grabs my hair from the back of my head, pulling them roughly to angle my head even better.

"Fuck," he whispers as he breaks the kiss for a second and goes in again. His mouth works against mine as lewd wet noises of lip sucking and tongue clashing echoes around us.

Master grabs my waist with both of his hands to lift me up slightly. I break the kiss but he growls and leans in closer to kiss me again. He bites my lip in warning and I whine into his mouth.

My legs wrap around his waist as my arms wrap around his neck, hands disappearing in his hair.

"Mine," he mumbles against my lips.

"Yours," I tell him and he smirks before kissing me again.

His one hand holds his dick while other grabs my ass. Guiding himself near my hole, he positions himself just under it.

"I'm the one who gets to fuck you. You're no one's but mine personal fuck hole. Remember that when some man touches you," he completes and as I maintain the eye contract with him, he lowers my hips on his length.

My walls stretch around his dick as he lowers me. Everytime I get reminded of how big he actually is. I throw my head back as my fingers pull on the roots of his hair.

"So warm, so wet, so tight and so fucking mine," he hisses out as his hold tightens on my waist.

"Yes master..."

Once he makes me settle on his length, he immediately starts thrusting up into me like he has been waiting for this moment since forever. He has taken on like a beast and I just hold his biceps tightly to not lose the balance.

His muscles stretch and loosen under my hold as he picks up the rhythm. My curled styled hair are a whole mess right now. Some sticking to my back, some to my neck and my face.

He also helps my hips to bounce on his length because I can't do it myself.

"Can you feel it? My cock stretching your tight little cunt like that and you swallowing my length like a fucking witch you are. This is my pussy, you get it?" he rasos in my ear and I nod.

"Angh master, so good! Oh...," I moan into his ear as he fucks me hard, raw and ruthlessly.

He pushes me off his body as I fall on my back on the bed. A shriek escapes my mouth at the sudden happening. He's still dressed. His shirt's few buttons are unbuttoned though but other than that, he hasn't taken his clothes off yet. This shows his dominance over me and it's so much hotter than expected.

He sits on his knees while still being inside me as my upper back is touching the bed mattress while other half is up in the air above his godly thick thighs. He grabs my waist to pull me along his length. He just sits there but uses my body to meet his thrusts.

My body rocks forward and backward as he uses me like his personal fuck hole like he said before. I sit up on my elbows as I, myself start rocking my hips like that. The bed starts creaking at the force and I can hear the bed post banging with the wall behind.

He stands on his knees, lifting my body even higher as he himself starts thrusting inside of me. My mouth is wide open and eyes are tightly shut as I feel my orgasm building inside me.

"I'm going to cum, master!" I tell him as I grab my hair as my head spins.

"Cum, buttercup, cum all over me. Make a mess," he tells me and I shake violently on the bed.

I cum with a scream as I grab the bed sheet tightly in my hold. Fuck fuck fuck, it's too hard! Harder than before. My vision goes red and I clench around him.

"Fuck, let me breathe, Y/N."

I now realise that he has stopped moving because of how hard I'm clenching around him.

"Sorry," I whimper and breathe out as I loosen up.

"Good girl," he tells me and starts again.

Just like that, he fucks me fast and hard until he brings out another two orgasms out of me. He fucks me all around the bed, changing positions every now and then, trying his best to chase his release.

Between the process, he takes his shirt off and I basically drooled at the sight. I will always be amazed by how hot and beautiful he is. I love seeing his muscles, especially his lower stomach, work while he rams inside me like an animal. The veins that start from his navel and go down to his thick cock looks like some artwork and I always have the urge to trace them.

When he finally cums, I'm on my all fours. His hand pushing my head into the pillow and other one kneading my ass. He grunts long and loud as he unloads his cum inside me. He twitches inside of me as he curses in a string. My mouths also gives out a few moans as I feel his hot cum inside me.

"Fuck Y/N, I lo-"

He stops and my heart stopped beating for a second. Was he about to say what I am thinking?

I feel his hold loosening on my waist but I don't turn around. I'm not ready for it because I'm sure the look on his face would be of disappointment. I'll just pretend like I didn't hear it. That's better.

The butterflies flapping in my stomach need to sit back down.

"I mean," I hear him gulp before he continues, "Lemme clean you up."

I nod and he pulls out of me. I hear dripping sound of our cum on the bed sheet. He gently turns me around and makes me lay on my back. I don't look into his eyes and he doesn't force me to.

He simply stands up from the bed and tucks himself inside his pants as he walks towards the bathroom. I lay there for a few seconds recalling the little moment. Fuck, was he really about to say that?

In next few minutes, master helps me clean up. He cleans my face which was ruined with running off make up and tears and snot. Then he wipes clean my sex too. He does it all silently without looking at my face. His torso is still naked.

My insides are screaming at me to ask him if he was actually about to say it? If he really meant it?

But then the fact that he isn't looking into my eyes says it all. He might've almost said it in light of the moment. Has he ever done that before with anyone else?

I sigh at the endless questions. This is even more tiring. When he's done, he applies the ointment on my left nipple. I look at it and see how bruised it is. It's swollen red and looks completely different from my other one. When he touches it, I hiss out due to the pain and he does it even more gently.

"There you go," he mumbles after he's done with putting it on any other bruise around.

"Thanks," I say to break the uncomfortable silence.

He looks me in the eyes and a shiver runs down my body. His nostrils flare for a second before he breathes out and nods at me. He goes inside the bathroom to clean himself up and switch into some pyjamas to get comfortable.

After he's all done, he switches the lights off. I turn to my side with no hope of getting cuddles from him tonight. Worst part of me tells me that he'll tell me to get out of this room too.

However, he proves me wrong after I feel his arm wrap around my waist to pull me closer to him. I gasp at the sudden movement but the moment I felt his bare torso against my bare back, I melted. All the tension leaves my body and I lean more into him.

He kisses the back of my head before saying, "Good night, buttercup."

"Good night, master," I tell him and immediately close my eyes to distract me from the flapping wings inside of me.

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One of my fav written SMUTS ever.

~Aster🌸