Yako katsuragi stood outside her door office, wandering if it was a good idea to go in.
she knew he was there. She knew he was mad. The question was, could ... no strike that.. should she risk her life by going in?
well she hoped that maybe, just maybe the torture wouldn't take longer than usual. Taking a deep breath she opened the door to see something coming flying towards her.
apparently he had had enough of waiting for her. Scared ? Me? Naw. Like terrified out of my mind. I knew the kind of torture that was coming when i heard his voice whisper sinfully in my ear.
"I'm hungry slave" - he said,only his hunger was not for mysteries today... it was for something far more carnal...He was hungry and i was his food.
It was me he wanted today.. i bit my lip, as a shiver ran through my body... his breath was warm.. his presence engulfing. Before i knew what was happening i was inside the office,my back facing the wall.
Him pressed against me.. his mouth on my neck, sucking. licking, teeth scrapping, i felt a rush of heat pool down between my legs...
A throaty moan left my mouth and something clenched deep in my lower parts as his teeth sank on my neck...
I did not welcome the feeling. I told my mind over and over.. no i was not aroused by him... I couldn't be. It was unheard of...
i was pulled out of my thoughts when i felt my shirt being ripped to shreds by his claws.. there went my favorite bra...it was becoming a bad habit of his to rip my clothes off... a habit that was soon becoming taxing for my wallet...
Could he not do it in a gentler way? I mused to myself, but i wouldn't tell him to be gentle... the last time i tried ... well it didn't bode well for me at the end...i was sore for a week...
My train of thought was cut short again when i felt his hand cup my breast. While the other hand trailed lower and lower until he reached where he wanted.. unbuttoning my skirt and letting it it fall in a puddle by my feet...
He next toyed with the string of my lacy black undies... he was doing things that made my body hot... i had to tell him to stop... i had to tell him i didn't like it...
I had to- i forgot what i had to do when his mouth closed over my breast... hot ...sucking like a man offered water after days in the desert...
My body involuntary jerked... pressing me closer to his erection... he was grinding his body to mine... rough... fast... seducing.. more... i told him.. more... i want...
What was it that i wanted? i was supposed to hate it ... not beg him for more... i was not supposed to like it... when he took my undies off... not suppose to like it when i felt him sliding inside me...fast... faster...rougher.. pounding... like he wanted to fill me to the brim...
I felt full of him...he was invading me... taking me...it felt great...sinful...i really should hate this feeling...should... oh god....it felt good...amazing...
He had many faults to him, but he was a wonderful lover...a sadist... but he knew where to touch, to make me scream.
My nails raked down his back, and trails of blood followed....i bit his neck ... too much pleasure... i came hard.... i forgot where i was... i screamed his name....and when he came... it sent little tremors inside... which brought another orgasm...
Ifelt my body go weak, from pleasure... i sagged against him... my legs slowly came down from his waist... i would have fallen if not for him... i was trying to catch my breath, when i heard him whisper in my ear.
"who is your master?"
"you"... i sighed ... and it was true.... i was his... my mind, my body, my soul... he took them all... even my heart... the bastard...
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