big house. There were even more rooms than it looked like from the outside. New corridors and stairwells seemed to appear out of cunningly hidden pocket dimensions like some kind of M.C. Escher painting in reverse.
The most impressive parts of the house, aside from the secret archive and massive ballroom, were the library and master bathroom, with a whirlpool tub the size of my entire apartment in the middle of the room.
Eventually, after what almost seemed like a museum tour with a similar effect on my ankles, we arrived at the master bedroom, which was the most impressive of all. My pussy walls clenched, and my panties were drenched with anticipation of the thought of what he would do to me in here. I felt as if I couldn’t wait even one more second to find out.
Chapter Nine - Adam
My skin looked strange in the soft glow of the blue lights. Still holding Morgan’s hand, I confronted her.
She was close enough that I could smell the watermelon on her breath. I kissed her. She kissed me back, our tongues wrestling for dominance. I let her win, slipping my other hand down the front of her pants.
My touch was soft but sure. She was biting her lip, likely to keep from making noise without permission.
“It’s okay, my pet,” I cooed. “You can moan.”
I fingered her to the very brink of an explosive orgasm before stopping, cupping her pussy so as to limit the shock. The slightest of sobs escaped her throat.
The sadness wasn’t long lived. Seconds later, I continued fingering her sweet little cunt, squeezing her hand as I did so. She had a cesarean scar. She tried to cover it up with her hand, but I stopped her. I guessed we all have things that we didn’t like about ourselves. But I loved everything about her gorgeous, curvy body.
Once again working her up to the very brink of climax, I kept going, releasing a glorious flood from her pussy that was so strong that Morgan’s knees buckled and sent her stumbling into my arms. I caught her, stroking her hair with the hand that had been holding hers.
“Good girl, my pet. Let yourself go as you give into pleasure as you give in to me.”
Helping her back up onto her own two feet, I removed her shirt and peeled her bra open and off in one swift move. I then took down her yoga pants, taking her panties along with them. Her naked body was majestic.
“Just look at those full tits and round ass of yours,” I told her. “They’re absolutely perfect.”
She was mine and I knew it. It was evidenced by the contract, the purpose of which was clearly a lot more than to be on the show, and her spoken pledge during the collaring ceremony.
I just stood for a moment, taking in her full glorious beauty like an art lover might with a particularly well-crafted sculpture. I could hardly believe my luck to be there with her despite the producers’ attempts to keep it from happening.
Then again, I tended to get what I wanted. ‘Fuck authority’ was the unofficial motto of my life.
Though I had already indulged her beautiful little pussy, I still got the overwhelming urge to touch her luminous skin. It was just so exquisite I couldn’t resist. So I didn’t.
Starting at her forehead, I moved down her silken cheeks and over her creamy neck to her supple shoulders. With both arms up and to her sides, I worked my way down to her hips.
My good little pet closed her eyes and hummed contentedly as I explored every inch of her. I intentionally avoided her tits, ass, and pussy, wanting to focus on everything else first.
Moving down to her feet, I finally worked my way back up her smooth legs to her ass and gave it a good, firm squeeze. It wasn’t enough to hurt but it was enough to make her feel it. The gasp that escaped her throat let me know I had gotten the balance just right. Leaning in, I alternated between her light pink nipples, tenderly rotating my tongue as I sucked.
Slowly, my caresses moved inward. My hand ended up between her luscious cheeks, massaging her tight, virgin asshole. Her breath caught in her throat.
I applied a bit more pressure, making her moan. I would have been plunging deep into her asshole while gently biting her neck, but I was holding myself back.
I knew I was in love with her, even if