Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,30

my cock with your mouth for forgetting.” He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, giving me no time to argue as he slipped his cock into my mouth. I kept my hands off him this time, learning my lesson from the night before. He slowly slipped all the way to the base and held his cock there.

“Hold,” he commanded. The urge to pull back came over me again, but I counted to three in my head and then he slipped his cock out.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me back into a standing position. The taste of salty cum and sweet lube flushed across my taste buds. Looking down I noticed he was still rock hard. How many times could he fuck me in one day?

“The answer is many,” he said, “but for now I think you are desperate enough. It is time to get clean and dress you up. It won’t be long before the guests arrive.” He grabbed another bottle off the shelf and poured a gel onto his hands. He lathered them together until a foam began. He started rubbing his hands all over my body.

“Master please,” I said, my pussy aching for some sort of release. Feeling his hands on my body didn’t make things any easier. He played with my tits, slapped my ass gently and was teasing me all over. Cleaning was just another part of his game.

“Silence slave,” he ordered. “We clean each other now. My cock is milked and satisfied. Your little virgin cunt will continue to pay for your betrayal. You will only be rewarded when you’ve been a good girl.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, holding out my hands as he grabbed the bottle again. I made a lather and started to clean his body too.

This was going to be harder than I thought.

By the time we were finished in the shower I was about ready to scream. Standing there while Vincent carefully rubbed his hands over my body did nothing to appease my already rampant lust. Having to run my hands over his body was just as hard.

A few times I tried to bait him into doing something. I’d slip my hands up and down his cock, hoping I could fool him into giving me the fucking I wanted. He only had to give me the ‘look’ to make me stop. Punishment would only involve more teasing, and I wasn’t sure I could get much more worked up than I already was.

I really found it maddening how he could make me act like this. All he had to do was give me a little tease and leave the prospect of reward dangling in front of me. It made me forget how much I hated him and basically left me slobbering for his affection.

I kept telling myself to get a grip. One man shouldn’t have this effect on me, especially this fine specimen of a prick. But fuck, hating him was easier said than done. When he put his hands on me and got me worked up, it was very easy to forget about the dark things I wanted to do to him.

Once again, I found myself wondering how he did this to me. I felt stupid that I kept on falling for his tricks.

With a flick of his hand the water shut off and he took my hand to lead me out the shower. We dried off together and put on fresh robes. I felt grateful for the shower, even if Vincent had managed to humiliate me all over again. After the bath I was left wondering when I might get clean again. I had been thrown a lifeline, as twisted as it was.

“We part ways now, momentarily,” he said, “but before I go you plug yourself again.” He walked across the room and retrieved the box from the night before, bringing it back and setting it down on the table before me. The smallest plug was missing now, still in the shower where we had left it, but the other four remained.

I instinctively reached for the second largest one when he stopped me.

“I think we’ll move straight to three,” he said, picking it out for me. My eyes widened as he placed the chrome plug in my hand. It was the size of a large avocado. “What do you think? I think you can take it, especially after our little session in the shower.”

“I can try, master,” I said. Vincent handed me the bottle of lube