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groan. Fire filled my belly as my pussy pulsed heavily. I was turned on by
something sickening, something cruel and twisted. Shame surged through me but
Master smiled as he slipped his thumb into the corner of my mouth alongside his
cock.
    The pressure between my thighs grew with the simple
action. His moans intensified and I released one of my own, vibrating the
tremor around his cock. He hissed violently and swelled further inside my
mouth. My nipples hardened as I saw the rapture on his face explode when his
cock did inside my mouth. I savoured it, hungrily devouring every drop.
    I had watched him succumb to my deliverance. I had given
him a weakness, a pleasure he hadn’t expected. And although sickening, it energised
me, gave me a sliver of influence over him. I had witnessed his knees buckle,
his heartbeat pound in the base of his neck and his breathing stutter from
something I had done, a moment of role reversal, and damn, if I didn’t feel
euphoric.
    He stepped back, put his cock back in his trousers and
walked away. I stared at the door when it closed behind him, blinking at his
indifference to me.
    I had been wrong. What I thought had been a glimpse at
his weakness had actually been my own. I had been stupid enough to think I was different
from any other woman who had sucked on his cock. I had foolishly thought I had
been the only one to ever pleasure him, whereas the reality was, to him I was
just another whore, another woman who gave him pleasure.
    My stomach revolted at the twist in my mind, the
humiliation of what I had enjoyed when I should have felt nothing but disgust.
    I flung my body round and vomited into the corner of the
room, gagging at the taste when realisation of what I was throwing up hit me. I
crawled across the floor to get away from it. 
    Abhorrence found me at the same time I found the scalpel
Master had slung away so easily.

Chapter Seven
‘Take the burden, never give it to others.’

    His face was a haze, almost eerie as he stormed towards
me. I tipped my head slowly, my movements stunted but composed.
    He really was quite stunning; the power of him both
physical and psychological. His body gave reason to idolise him; strong, lean
and hard. The rawness to him, the perfection of his physique demanded attention
whilst the supremacy he radiated ordered obedience and submission.
    His anger was palpable, suffocating as he neared me. Yet
in my calm I smiled up at him. He crouched before me, his face almost glowing
in fury.
    He ripped my arms from my sides and tore his eyes over the
deep red lines decorating my pale skin. The pattern of blood trailing down my
arms resembled tiny rivulets journeying to the ocean, begging for escape. They
really were quite orderly; four scarlet lines of my life, each trail straggling
down the centre of each of my four fingers until deep ruby teardrops wept from
the tips of my fingers.
    He pulled out a phone from his pocket and stabbed at the
keys angrily. “I need you in the school. Bring Frank,” was all he said before
he terminated the call and shoved the phone back in the inside pocket of his
suit jacket.
    I smiled at his tie, the deep red colour an exact replica
of my arms. Reaching out slowly, I ran my finger down the length of it. Master
never flinched as his eyes followed my daring move, the deepness to his gaze
soft and troubled as he let out a deep sigh.
    “This is very nice,” I whispered.
    I jolted when his palm softly settled on my cheek and his
eyes found mine. “Why do this, Mae?”
    He used my name, therefore ordering an answer from me.
“It feels so good.”
    He parted his lips as he ran his thumb over my cheekbone.
“It is no longer your job to do this. It is now my privilege, lamb. Your pain
belongs to me, your need for release is now mine to provide.” He held my gaze
when I sighed contentedly. “Do you understand, Mae?”
    “Yes,” I breathed as my body still tingled under the
intoxication controlling my mind. His words were