Harboring A Fugitive

Chapter Six

What The Fuck?

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"H-Hahhh! M-m-mAsteErrr!" I curled my toes and dug my nails into Master's back as he plunged into me, each time hitting my prostate.

"What?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin, Mr. Oa- Master was shaking me by the shoulders.

Did... Did I just have a dirty dream?...

About him?!

Hell no, I don't like him! He tried to rape me!

"Hello?!" He knocked on my forehead.

"Ow, what the fuck!" I glared.

"You were calling, more like moaning, my name?" He smirked at me and wiggled his eyebrows.

I mentally facepalmed and pried his hands off of my arms, trying to escape his death grip.

When Master finally let me go, he couldn't keep his gaze off of something... Was there a bug on me?

I immediately followed his eyes and he was staring at my crotch.

You could see the bump from underneath the blanket.

I have a motherfucking boner.

"Pervert! S-stop staring at me!" I blushed furiously and covered myself with a pillow.

"Oh, I'm a pervert? I don't..." He trailed off. "Yeah, I kinda am. But only to you! Because you're hot!"

Master pulled the handcuffs from yesterday off of his beltloop and waved them in my face.

"And plus, I have every right to do anything I want to you, because you're my pet, and I'm your master. No buts, either."

"That's not right, aren't subs supposed to have a say in the relationship too?!" I argued, looking for a way to get out of this mess.

"Not when they are in jail! Technically, this is your punishment! It could be way worse than this... You could be sentenced to death!"

The thought hit me like a brick.

I could be sentenced to death. I have no mental illnesses. They can kill me for killing Dad... Shit, two years wasn't enough time to think this through...

"I'm sorry... Did I upset you?" I studied his face, his perfect pink lips were in a cute frown and his eyes glistened in a regretfully way.

"Cute? What am I thinking?"

"Stage one is denial..." My conscience said.

I slapped myself.

"Hey, don't do that!" Master sat down on the bed next to me and held my face where I slapped myself.

"No, you didn't upset me. I was just too stupid to remember I wasn't going to get away living. Do I really have to be sentenced to death?" I surprised myself when I leaned into his hand, but he just smiled sadly at me.

"Judges can only decide. At court, which you will be at tomorrow. I'll wake you up when it's time to go. Do you need anything?"

I wasn't hungry or thirsty, I wasn't anywhere near thirsty. Now that I think about it, I need to pee!

"Erm... Bathroom?"

He threw the pillow and blanket off me and carried me to his office's bathroom.

"Why are you taking me to this one?" I winced as he hit my hurt ankle on the door.

"Sorry. And I don't want you anywhere near those disgusting prisoner bathrooms." He closed the bathroom door with his foot and set me down.