My Psychotic Master

Chapter 10

The way back to the casino, Jack was in front of me and he was walking very fast. I loved that he was so eager. I think I was finally going to get what I wanted. After almost a week of him leaving me a soaking mess, he was going to clean me up.

As soon as we were through the back of the casino door, Jack turned towards me and grabbed my ass, pulling me towards him. He walked us back against the wall and I gasped as he roughly shoved me against the card surface.

His smile was so annoying because he liked when I embarrassed myself, but I also loved the smile on his face as it was so attractive. His lips smashed against mine and I got lost in them. Soon enough I was whimpering against his lips, "Fuck me. Oh fuck me so hard!"

Jack laughed but he picked me up and started walking towards his room.

"Finally!" We heard and turned our heads to see Paul leaning against the wall. "Seriously, I'm married and faithful as fuck, but I was so ready to just give her what she wanted. You know how hard it is to watch someone like her basically begging to get fucked? How did you stand that?" He asked.

Jack just laughed, "With great control." With that he pushed me through the door and slammed it shut behind us. He ripped my dress off of me in one fluid motion as he threw me on the bed. He started undressing himself, watching me.

"Take off your bra," He told me, "Unless you want it ruined. I know how you girls are... Sentimental over your undergarments."

I blushed and very quickly took off my bra and panties, "They're expensive!" I explained. He rolled his eyes, "Ya, like I can't afford to buy you as many as you want."

I laughed, "Be careful what you say, your bill will be very high. And you're going to have to buy me a new dress, soo..." As soon as I was saying that, he slipped off his boxers, exposing his cock to me. Finally.

I never really liked how the male anatomy looked, it was weird. But his... For some reason, I loved it. I laid back on the bed and opened my legs wide, moaning softly. The way he was looking at me just made me want to be used by him right now. My stomach fluttered and my pussy clenched around nothing.

He started stroking his cock and I whined at him. "I want to hear you beg for it," He said.

"Please I want your cock Jack!" I begged. He laughed, "I think you can do better than that. I also don't very much care for that name, come up with a better one."

I stared at him, trying to figure out a name. "Please sir?" Even I knew that was wimpy, but I wanted to know what name he liked before I really made a fool of myself.

He squinted his eyes and cocked his head a little, and I knew that wasn't it. The name that was rattling around in my head flew out of my mouth, "Please use me Master!" I said loudly. He laughed with a slight growl and nodded, "Now louder."

I went all out, begging him and repeating the name he loved the most. My neck was suddenly held down by his hand, his body mounting mine, silencing me. "That is quite enough of that, I think you've earned it, do you?"

I nodded so enthusiastically, but that stopped when he slammed into me. My back arched and my eyes went cross but I saw that his eyes were shut tight, he was trying to control himself. The same thing that I have been doing for the whole week.

"Fuck you are so tight!" He growled through gritted teeth and I tried to keep my voice steady, "No you're just so big. Master." He laughed and held me down as he pulled out of me, then slammed so hard back into me. I breathed in deep and moaned so loud that he kissed me to block the noise, biting my lip till I couldn't even feel the pleasure, just the pain. 

He let go of my lip and breathed heavily, his cock sliding in and out of me, so deep. He turned me around and I moaned before he even entered me, I loved doggy style so him doing it would fucking kill me. 

I was wrong. It was so much more powerfully pleasurable than I thought it would be. He was slapping my ass again and again and I couldn't stop cumming. I was so sore that I couldn't do much of anything but just lay there, being used just how I had wanted it. And apparently he had wanted it as bad as me, since he was still going. I've never had a guy last this long and with how good he was, part of me wished that he would cum soon, because I was going to pass out soon. 

"I c-can't stop cuuumming," I moaned. He was thrusting so deep inside me I could feel him ruining me. He laughed, though it was mostly a groan. "I could tell. You keep convulsing around me.. Fuck!" He groaned and pulled out, cumming on my ass and back. 

I slumped forward and laid on the bed, not able to move any more. He cleaned me off, knowing I wouldn't be able to do it, and then laid down, pulling me up to him and onto his chest, which he must have dried off because it wasn't sweaty anymore. 

I had my eyes closed and I was exhausted. "Fuck you," I mumbled, barely able to make a sound. He laughed, "And why do you say that this time?" 

I smiled, "Because you fucked me so amazingly good." He pet my hair and I could tell he was smiling. "And that's a bad thing?" I didn't say anything. I was leaving tomorrow, I didn't want to admit to anything, any of my feelings that I had. I could go back to my life, go back to my job and home. 

I cuddled right against his torso, if this was my last night I was sure as hell going to savor it.

I was thinking about Shannon, and my brother, and I was missing home but then I thought about this man next to me and I couldn't help but feel so conflicted with what I wanted. He was horrible and rude and incredible and irresistible.. All at the same time. He was nice to me but he was horrible to everyone else and I didn't know if I could be ok with that. I couldn't just turn a blind eye... 

"Good night Hannah," I heard. The vibrations from his talking going to my chest felt surprisingly comfortable and I mumbled good night before I fell asleep.