Free Meeting Her Master by Breanna Hayse Page B

t want to fuck you, Dahlia,” Blake said sadistically. “Maybe I want you to just beg and plead for my cock and deprive you of it.”
    “Oh, my God, Blake! Fuck me!”
    “I will never fuck you when you demand, my beautiful little pet. You will be my personal treasure and, when you feel my cock ride inside of you, it will be because I want to. Spread your lips for me.”
    Dahlia bit her tongue as she obeyed, her knees high to her chest as she slid her hands between them and spread her pussy wide for his view. She felt his breath upon her right before his mouth made contact. Something slid into the entrance of her wet slit at the same time her still sore bottom-hole was probed. He licked her clit again and simultaneously inserted the double-headed dildo within her. Dahlia called out in pleasure as he began to stroke the two-headed device in and out of her body while sucking and lapping hungrily at her swollen nub.
    “I will teach you all you need to know,” he said, as he paused to kiss the inside of her thighs. “Hold nothing back while I fuck your pussy and your ass with this big, fake cock and wonder what it would feel like if it were real… if it were mine. I want to hear you come.”
    Dahlia gripped the edge of the bed, pushing against the dildo so that she could feel every delightful inch. Faster and faster he pumped it while bearing down on her clit. He drove the device inside of her while biting down gently. Dahlia screamed as her body rose partially off the bed in response to the shattering impact of the orgasm. Her contractions were deep, intense and touched every pore of her flesh. Blake slowed the pumping, leaving the dildo seated within her as she finally sank back down on the mattress.
    With barely enough strength to open her eyes, Dahlia turned her head toward Blake. “I told you no,” she whispered hoarsely.
    Blake lifted a glass of water to her mouth, “Your refusal arouses me, Dahlia. We both know that it was a lie.”
    “What if I really mean it? What if I feel like I am being pushed over the edge and need you to stop?”
    “I will teach you how not to be afraid of the edge.” Blake stroked her moist face and then dabbed a tissue on her forehead. “I will know you better than you can ever know yourself and I will decide when you are to teeter on the edge.”
    “ You can’ t… I mean, how can you decide that for me?”
    “Because I intend to make you mine.”
     
    * * *
     
    Dahlia’ s true training began the following day when Mrs. Alonso entered Blake ’ s office where Dahlia had been placed under instructions to complete her English assignment. The girl stood up quickly,
    “Blake told me to come in here to work on my paper and…”
    “Yes, dear, I know. You have your doctor ’ s appointment in fifteen minutes. Master Blake has ordered you to the dungeon.”
    “Did I do something wrong? I can ’ t take another beating!”
    “Calm yourself, child. He has a room in there with equipment needed for your examination. Don ’t dally. ”
    Dahlia bit her lip as the older woman gripped her upper arm and led her firmly to the dungeon ’ s ‘infirmary. ’ Dahlia shivered fearfully, eyeing the menacing-looking table, large lamps and glass cases with instruments that looked like torture devices.
    “I like to collect vintage medical equipment,” Blake commented, kissing Dahlia ’ s forehead after signaling Mrs. Alonso off the floor. “You have nothing to worry about here.”
    “Master, should the child be taught proper greetings?”
    “No… she is not slave material. I reserve that privilege for my special harem,” he stated. Mrs. Alonso blushed with pleasure, bowing her head.
    “What if I want to be part of your harem? I can learn.”
    “My harem is comprised of men and women whose greatest need is to serve me. Is that how you feel?”
    “Well, it depends…”
    “There are no conditions with a slave. They live to serve and please their owner with no consideration for their