Into The Rabbit Hole And All It's Sinful Delights

Whos Your Masters? Drakes POV*Mature Chapter*

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This has been my favorite chapter to write so far! I hope y'all enjoy!

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Since before I can truly remember I've always preferred to spend my time alone. Growing up I chose to stay with my close knit family instead of paying the girls in my school any attention. When I went off to the Marines my focus was solely on that. Training and my brothers kept me sane.

Of course I was no saint. A few woman during my leaves helped satisfy my inner cravings. From the time I started in the lifestyle the faceless subs held no interest to me. None had that spark or instant connection toward them till her.

My Sweet Abbie

I couldn't tell you what drew me to her the first time I walked through The Hole that night in October. And to think I almost didn't go to the club that night not really in the mood.

Abbie was the exact image I had on an Evil Angel. Dressed in the skimpy Red Riding Hood costume strapped to that St Andrews Cross. A vision in my favorite color waiting for my Big Bad Wolf to devour her.

After that I couldn't get the way she taste out of my head. The velvet of her skin from the tips of my fingers. The sounds of her pleasure and pain from my ears. All through the day, but so much worse at night.

I went back to the club the next month with one goal in mind. Show myself the tiny beauty wasn't all I made her out to be.

She wasn't hard to find spread out among the others laid out for the Feast. I sat back and watched for awhile. The older man that was touching her seemed to be having fun, and the Angel was making all the right noises.

But the longer I listened her noises weren't the same as the noises I made her scream. Her body wasn't following his hands like she had mine. Her mind hadn't stopped from extreme pleasure like she had with me.

A feeling I'd never felt before started low in my stomach the longer I watched the man with his hands on her body. She was mine to touch, no one else's. After walking up and giving the man a single look to leave I watched as her body broke out in goosebumps cementing my earlier though.
Each month after I came back wondering if the connection between our bodies would lessen, instead it seemed to be stronger each time. I wanted this woman like I've never wanted anyone before.

My possessive side in full control daring anyone to even glance at what was mine. That's why I started to book the private rooms each month.

Make no mistake, Abbie may not know it, but she is completely mine. Mind, body, and soul mine. I'm the only person who can give her everything she needs and after this weekend she will see it too.

I reached over for her shoes sliding them back on her feet before helping her up from the floor tucking her into my side and walking out of the room. The main dining room was empty as we made our way back to the elevator.

After we stepped inside I pushed Abbie against the back glass wall. Running the tips of my fingers along the slit in her skirt while lookin into her eyes. The momentary fear I saw in her eyes from the elevator vanished as she melted under me. Her sweet scent tickling my nose bringing a predatory smile to my face.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of having you in my home Angel. I'm not sure I'll be able to let you leave come tomorrow."
I watched as her pupils dilated and shivers raced along her skin. Her hips shifted forward searching for my touch and some much needed relief.

I slide my hand up the side of her body stopping with her silky neck held between my grasp. I moved my knee to the junction between her thighs and brought her face closer to my lips not stopping till she was on the tips of her toes. With her body in this stretched position all her weight was resting on my knee at her dripping core.