Blood and Roses (Tainted Hearts 3.5) - Page 7

Did that man not find me beautiful?

I felt ashamed when I realized I cared. His thoughts suddenly mattered to me.

Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I closed my eyes. I inhaled and exhaled. My muscles stayed locked as he started to walk away.

His warmth faded, leaving me numb and cold again.

Master touched my neck, caressing my back. The soft touch did not last long before his nails dug into my hips, leaving his mark. I always bore his mark.

Even my weak body felt used to it now. His beatings. The endless hours of torture.

It was painful. It hurt more than I could describe, but all I had to do was shut my mind and float away to a magical land with my Prince Charming.

His hands moved upward to my neck, and he gripped it hard. Master pulled me to my knees, but I kept my head bowed down, my eyes on the floor.

I wouldn’t dare to look up. It was a mistake I had done many times. But just like a lesson was learned for every mistake, I learned my lesson too.

In a much harder way.

Master always found ways to hurt me. New creative ways, he liked to call it.

His breath was close to my ear. I didn’t flinch when he licked down my neck, leaving a wet trail.

Disgust rolled off me in angry waves, yet I could do nothing.

“I want you to go there and suck his dick in that pretty mouth of yours. Make him feel good. And then I want you to come back with your mouth full of his cum.”

His words were crude and angry. Dangerous and commanding.

So I did as I was commanded. For he was the Master and I was the pretty doll at his service.

There was no changing that. No matter how much my mind fought it.

No matter how much I hated it.

Getting on my hands and knees again, I kept my head bowed. He slapped my butt, and with his silent permission, I crawled toward the man.

I was halfway across the room when I realized I didn’t know who the man was. I didn’t know who I was crawling to, who I was supposed to pleasure.

It was forbidden to look into the eyes of a Master…not until we were commanded to. In that small moment, I broke the first rule.

My head tilted slightly upward, my gaze quickly scanning the room. My heart drummed wildly against my ribcage, scared that I would get caught and be punished.

All that fear and panic disappeared the second I laid eyes on the man in front of me.

He sat on the couch, only a few feet away from me. His legs were stretched open as he settled against the seat, his head tilted toward the ceiling. I could tell his eyes were closed.

My eyes tracked his movement when he tugged at his tie, almost frustrated. My breath caught in my throat and my heart accelerated again.

I did not realize I was crawling again. This time with my destination in mind.

My eyes were glued to this man. I wasn’t even sure if he was the one. My body and mind were disconnected. It felt like an invisible pull, making me reach for him.

As I grew closer, my breathing became harder.

I felt…nervous.

My crawling halted when I was only two feet away from him. So very close. One more step and I could touch him.

But I couldn’t move.

This man…he was big. I could see his muscle definition through his clothes. With his long legs, I guessed he was over six feet tall. The couch he sat on looked dainty and small compared to him.

His suit stretched over his wide chest and I gulped. My eyes went to his fists that rested on his thighs. He clenched and then unclenched his fingers.

I looked up at his face again, his eyes still closed. A few strands of his dark hair fell on his forehead, like it was stubborn and didn’t want to stay in place. It looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. The dark stubble gave him the perfect rough look.

He looked far from a gentleman.

The air around him felt colder and more intense. Even with his eyes closed, his body laid back, he spoke dominance.

His authority was loud and clear.

My Master—Valentin—was nothing compared to this man.

My Master would force his dominance on me.

But this man…without a single word, he let the world know he was the King. The master. The judge, jury, and executioner. He held all the power, and everyone else danced to his tunes.

This man…was dangerous.

He was no Prince Charming.

He was the devil in disguise.

And I had already fallen in his trap.

Swallowing my fear, my panic, and disgust, I continued to crawl forward. The seconds ticked by as I reached his legs.

My body settled between his thighs, moving effortlessly and as elegantly as I was taught. My breathing was silent, my movement slow and featherlight.

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