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Brent
grimaced as Marcus stretched his arms tight; and secured the chains
to the marble posts. He then hooked Brent’s ankles to these same
posts. Angelique sat on the large bed; it resembled the one in the
main room. Brent’s eyes darted around. This room dripped with
elegance. On the other end of the bed were two more white marble
post, off to the side a large sunken in hot tub. Two large French
doors opened to the outside and judging by the fact he couldn’t see
any plants or anything this room had to be high up. Everything
seemed to be made of stone; Brent wondered if it reflected what the
woman who dwelled in here was like.
“Very
nice job, Marcus.” Angelique untied her skirt and let it fall to the
floor. “Now bring that large cock of yours over here and fuck me
hard and fast.”
“Yes
Mistress.” Marcus quickly pulled his pants off, his cock as enormous
as the rest of his body. Angelique laid down on the bed and spread
her legs open wide. Marcus gently climbed on top of her and eased
his cock into her.
“Oh yes,
that’s it fill my pussy full.” She ran her hands up Marcus’ arm. “I
told you to fuck me fast and hard.”
“Yes
Mistress.” Marcus gripped her hips and slammed his cock into her.
His thrusts slowly picked up speed and power.
Brent
watched the large man fuck Angelique so hard that he was sure that
it had to hurt her. Marcus had begun to sweat, biting his lips as he
drove all his cock into her. “Mistress may I cum,” The words barely
got out.
“Not
yet, I want more, harder.”
“Yes
Mistress.” He gripped her hips harder, slamming his cock as hard as
he could without hurting her. He knew her limits. He had to cum; he
bit his lip harder, his mind trying to think of anything but
Angelique under him, writhing with pleasure from his cock. He
looked down at her face as her orgasm washed over her. “Mistress
please may I cum.”
“You may.” Angelique smiled as he grunt and growled, digging his
hands into the soft flesh of her hips. He arched up and shouted his
orgasm thrusting wildly.
“My
Mistress.” Marcus laid on her but being careful not to crush her
petite body under his large frame. A man who earned Mistress
Angelique’s favor was a very pampered and well fucked man. He felt
her hands caress his back as he laid there trying to catch his
breath.
“Very good Marcus,” she purred into his ear.
“Thank you Mistress.” He climbed off her and pulled his pants back
on. Though he wanted more than anything to stay in her arms, he knew
what was required of him.
“Since you been such a good boy, Marcus, you may go to the
playground.” Angelique ran her hands up his hard chest.
“Will you be alright, Mistress?” Marcus glared at Brent.
“That puppy, don’t worry my guardian, he is completely subdued, now
go play.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Angelique tied the side of her skirt as she went over to Brent. “As
for you….” She lightly ran her hands down his shirt. “You won’t be
needing this.” She walked over to a large wooden trunk and pulled
out a whip and a large silver dagger.
“You crazy bitch, untie me.” Brent struggled with the chains.
“Manners, puppy or I will make you Yves frilly plaything.” She gazed
up into his brown eyes. “Umm, I like your eyes” She ran her hand
over his face. “Oh yes, what hatred brews there, tell me why did you
come here?” She pulled the dagger from its satiny sheath. “You
obviously don’t belong here.” She ran the dagger down his shirt.
Brent stayed perfectly still. “You don’t look like the kind of man
that wants to be dominated by a woman. Believe me, I can tell,
oooommm, the eagerness in a man’s eyes when he wants to be my
slave.” In one quick movement the dagger sliced through his shirt.
Angelique moved the torn fabric out of the way letting her hands
feel his soft, hard, well defined chest. She brought the dagger to
the strap of his tank top. “What’s your name?” Her fingers went to
his lips.
“Brent.” He wasn’t about to argue with a woman who had a dagger so
close to his throat.
“Nice.” She sliced through the strap of the tank top on the right
side of his body; the fabric fell to the ground. “Tell me Brent why
are you here.” She placed the dagger on the strap of the left side
of the tank top. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Brent.” She sliced
through the strap the remaining bit of material fell from his upper
body.
“I
am bringing my brother home.”
Angelique burst into laughter. “Do you honestly believe I would
allow you to take my love’s favorite slave?” Her coarse laugh
chilled Brent. The woman’s voice and laughter didn’t match her
appearance. She looked like a delicate beauty, almost tender,
innocent. The deep, sultriness of her voice belong to a vixen not
this petite, beauty. “Dante would hunt you down.” She brought the
dagger to Brent’s jeans. “If I make you afraid, then I suggest not
messing with my Master.”
“I am
not afraid of you.”
“Then
why has the fight left you.” She popped the buttons off his jeans
with the dagger.
“You
have a dagger at my cock,” he flatly stated.
Angelique laughed loudly. “Smart puppy aren’t you.” She pulled his
pants down to his ankles. “Umm, I see your cock likes me.” She
grabbed it firmly in her hands and placed the dagger to the base.
She looked into his eyes and smiled, he held his fear well.
She threw
the dagger to the side and bent down and picked up the whip. “Bazil
will stay until Dante grows tired of him. Judging by the way he
pampers Bazil I don’t think that will happen soon.” She walked
behind him and brought the whip down across his back. “But, you
however are trapped here.”
“I
am leaving with my brother bitch, make no mistake about it.” Brent
cringed with the sting of her whip.
“You’re leaving when the time you have paid for is over. By yourself
or….” She hit him again. “If you decide you can’t live without me
and of course if you please me I will let you stay.”
“I
will kill you first.” Brent shuddered when Angelique started to
laugh again.
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