The Puppeteer part 2 (cut and repost)

The Puppeteer - A small girl

He put me down on the bed

I gasping for breath..  But my body wants more

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My brain doesn't work anymore. 

I heard him chuckled.  "You're such a pervert boy" but he didn't slam me, instead,  he pulled out.  I look at him in confusion. I need him,  why did he do this?

"Master..? "

"You're my precious sex slave right? You want to be fucked?  Then make me do it" he smirk as he lightly rub my ear tips.

"Yes.. Master"

My heavily blushed face looks into his eyes as I get up,  I stare towards his lips,  I kiss him softly,  I kiss his neck and move down.

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"you're such a loyal dog" he pat me on my head.  I kiss him lightly and slowly push his bulky chest to lay down. I crawl on him

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He laugh as I huffed

"You're a good rider" he praised.

"I.. "

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"don't worry,  you will get your reward,  get on your hands and  knees"

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I lose count of how many times I reach my climax

I don't care how loud I moan

I said all those embarrassing words I never said before

I kiss William

I keep calling his name ..

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We did many positions

We did it so many times..

I sleep on his chest..

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The next morning I woke up, I open my eyes to find myself staring to wooden desk and a few drawers. I blink again,  and flinch with the pain on my lower back when I tried to move

"Where am I..?" My voice are so hoarse and my throat hurts.  I swallow a few times but it doesn't help.

I feel so tired but I know I should wake up at this hour. The bedsheets and the blanket smells like like William,  my eyes open wide and I quickly sit.  Then regret the pain.

Am I in William's room?  Why am I in here? 

I better leave

A remove the blanket covering my body and I found myself naked,  and I am leaking..

Then I remember,  we had a very passionate sex last night.  I hold my own face. It was so embarrassing,  I remember how I beg for him to fuck me hard.  Why did I ever say that!?

Wait..  William love me now?  He couldn't have trick me with all the kisses last night. Does that mean he won't hurt me anymore..?

I grasp the bedsheet,  I am yearning for it,  I am yearning for not to be hurt anymore. 

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I need to clean up this mess

I got up slowly, and wrap the bedsheet to my body as I paddled towards living room.  Where's William?

I search for him slowly around the house,  then I found a note on the table.

He knew I couldn't read so he doodle a picture of bed and a pail filled with water,  then another doodle of a shoe and a brush.  I nodded.  He wanted me to clean the bed and his shoes.

I clean myself first.  I slowly dab a wet fabric on my body.  Some bruises stings.  I remember how he hit me yesterday then how he look at me with those fears and shock in his eyes.  I put down the wet fabric and walk towards the mirror, I wash my face and look at my reflection in the mirror..  I look so ugly.. How could William love a void like me..?

But the leaking between my legs tells me otherwise..  If he really love me,  will he let another people have sex with me?  Or will he let them hurt me?

He shouldn't right?

Why am I doubting his kindness?  I shouldn't be like this.  He was kind inside..

He is only sick like what Miss J said

I covered all the bruises yesterday with my shirt and a long pants. I should forget what happened before in order to love him.  This is a good start,  let's make it fresh

I clean the bedsheet,  and blush all the time with the amount of stained spot. I brush it with soap quickly and try my best not to think about it..  But I want it..  I want him to embrace me like how he did last night.  I did the laundry and place the bedsheets with the new one.  I only have been in this room for a few times for quick cleaning He never allow me to enter his room for any other reason.  When William is not home he will lock the door. Now when I have a better look this room,  unlike any other space in this room,  it's much more cozy. He got two large wooden cabinet,  a work desk with small table lamp on top of it and a few stack of book beside it.  The bed is king sized and the floor is covered with dark maroon carpet. I wonder what did he try to hide from me all these years.

I know I shouldn't touch his stuff but the desk are a bit disorganized.

I approach it and slowly arrange the book trying not to loose any bookmark he left.  I turn the pages on a few books. 

All of it are sentences and words,  he got nothing to worry about..  I couldn't even read.. He knew it

I switch towards another book, something slip off from the pages and drop to the floor.  I pick it up to find a picture of small girl

Who is this girl..?