Kindly Abused | 18+

Chp. 13 A bonding experience

I think ima quit my job. I took a week off to go camping and realized how much of a toll my job is taking on my body and stress levels. Womp womp

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*him*

Collin squirmed against his bindings. His moans filled the room, a rhythmic sound caused by each thrust of my hand. He deserved this. Even if he didn't touch my angel he would deserve this. He was just a slave, a pet, something to break.

Mistress Lovya decided that's what he would be, so it's what he will always be.

The tension left my face and I started to laugh, "Holy fuck Collin, look at you. You're such a fucking slut. It's hard to believe you were once a perfect little doggy for your mama."

I couldn't hold back my laughter. Lovya could break anyone, she really was something.
A half-angry-half-sad grunt came from his mouth. His sobs from earlier returning, though containing much more dispair this time around.

I couldn't but get a rise over the way his tears rolled across his contorted face. From one eye, over his nose, and down the other side before landing in a small puddle on the floor. His face was squished into the very same floor causing his long unkempt black hair to become damp.
At that point I had forgotten Jeremiah in the cage and was completely engrossed in the beautiful dark skinned Russian moaning for me. The sounds he were making were just for me.

I knew Lovya didn't make him feel this way. She didn't care enough about his feelings, or 'its feelings' as she would say.

*collin*

My sight was blurred by tears. My ears ringing. And I smelled nothing but sex.

All I could do was feel.

And what I felt was overwhelming. My pleasure was never a priority and Lovya didn't get anything from fisting so it had been awhile.
I was stretched far beyond what was comfortable, it hurt. But he kept hitting my prostate. Over. And over. And over. I couldn't think of anything other than the conflicting feelings. I just wanted him to take his fist out and fuck me. To beat my g spot again and again. I wanted him. My body betrayed my own wants. I wanted a release, I wanted to fucking cum.

Just when I thought I couldn't take a single thrust more- he pulled out, wrapped his other hand around throat and pulled me to his chest. Now in his lap with his hand firmly on my throat he wishpered, "fuck, I forget how hot you are when you moan for me. You love my fist don't you? You love it cause you're a dick hungry whore."

He raised my chin to look him in the eyes as he spoke. His soft voice tickled my ear and melted me. And so I moaned for him. The stark contrast from the fisting to his warm breath on my ear made the hair on my arms stand up as a shudder ran through me.

It felt wrong to look him in the eye, I knew I was below him in every way possible. But he kept his hand firmly on my neck. With his other hand, he grabbed my cock and started to tease me. His thumb rubbing over the tip incredibly lightly. At this I whimpered. I was just a needy whore.

I bit my lip to try and distract myself from the feeling of him working my dick. But I couldn't keep my voice down when he started to pump.
After maybe a minute of this he stopped. He let go of my cock and neck.

"Sit and wait for a minute,"

He stood up and I slid off his lap and sat with my legs folded under me. He left the room and I heard water running. I wanted to go over to comfort Jeremiah, but the fear of the punishment I'd get for that held me in place not even sparing a glance at the boy. Master came back after a little while holding a hand towel that he was drying his hands with.