Asher had been right to think she would be the perfect slave. Jezebel fell to it, gave herself into everything he desired her to, and she was a depraved demoness who sucked cock like an angel.
It was the same way she had given herself up to the sensation of her drugs, the same way she had chased desires with him without ever once asking for a safeword.
Thoughts of safety just never seemed to cross her mind unless she was confronted with it.
Asher was convinced this was what had been the call to him. From the very beginning, she had had this locked inside of her, and he had been lost to the need to dance with her.
Dominance. Submission. Pain. Pleasure. It was fire between them, a choreography of wild desire. Asher would take care of the clubs and bars, work tirelessly with such a coldness that he couldn't even play with his other playmates anymore.
Even Deirdre and Lily skirted him, but he didn't fucking care. Because that coldness that terrified them was one that Pet ate up like candy, and he couldn't put his facade back on to save his life.
Asher tried. He really did. But the face usually wouldn't come, and when it did, it was only for the minute that he actively thought about it.
Because when he wasn't working, he was in that dungeon with her. It had always felt like a special place for him, one that was part of a fantasy he would never get to make a reality.
But now, it was a reality, and that room became magical. It was like a purifying hell cell, a perfectly sterile room.
There was nothing between her and him. No laws of civility, no pretenses, no names, no barriers. Nothing but her perfect surrender and his total control. And that was everything.
It was a week and a half in when he felt the desire to leave that pure place with her. It might sound odd that he would have that.
You see, he walked in the dungeon and turned the light on and his gaze automatically fixed on hers. Jezebel was already awake in her iron cage, staring up at him eagerly, as if she hadn't been able to wait for his presence.
She held the bars of the cage, and a sexual purr escaped her, her body dipping in a wanton way, like it always did after she slept in her chastity belt. "Good morning, Pet."
Even her voice was a sexual sound. "Good morning, Master." Jesus, in submission, she had discovered such confidence that she acted with the boldness of a dominatrix, even while she bowed with the respect of the lowest slave.
Jezebel had no inhibitions anymore, not that she'd had many to begin with, and it was the most magnificent thing he'd ever seen in his life, a work of fucking art at his knees.
Asher opened the cage and unclipped the chain from her collar. Pet crawled out with eagerness to get to him.
She pressed her lips to the front of his jeans and instantly moaned when she felt his hard on. Her whole body shuddered just to feel his arousal now.
He had so corrupted and defiled her that the continuous horny hell of her life made her addicted to worshipping him.
Everything felt like pleasure to her after enough time. And sometimes he spent mornings with her lips at his jeans, content to just let her worship his cock while he watched.
That morning wasn't one of those. Asher clasped his hand around her collar and she gave a sexed up cry of need, lifting.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and her lips parted. God, every action was an aphrodisiac. Asher undid his jeans just enough to take his cock out, only ever enough for that.
In this room, he was rarely naked. Any inconvenience of that was worth it for the feeling of power imbalance for him.
"Look at me, Pet." And her eyes snapped open to fix on his, so easily and quickly that it went to his soul with how high it made him. His voice was at its most cold and sterile when he was with her, but she loved it.
Jezebel loved him for him, and he hadn't even known that was something he had craved all this time. "Would you like my cock down your throat and my cum before breakfast?"
She keened in fiendish desire, her legs spreading even wider around the chastity belt. "Yes, Master! Oh please, yes, Master..."
"Suck, then. And make sure to show me how grateful you are with every thrust. I want you to give me the sluttiest show yet, understood?"
Fuck yes, she understood. Jezebel nodded eagerly, her eyes so hot that they scorched him. Her lips parted and she held still, fixing her face between his palms so naturally.
And those lips of hers were always red and swollen since he fed her on a cock, made her suck him off so fucking often. Jezebel always had that look of being recently kissed hard.
Because he used her mouth like his personal fucktoy. Asher held her head with his hands threaded through her hair and fucked her face forward to meet his thrusts.
He was brutal about these moments, gritting his teeth like an animal to feel her so degraded. The result was a moan from her that vibrated around his dick, and he hissed with pleasure.
Jezebel ripped the sounds from his chest and his God, that day, she was even darker about it, even more feral.
She gave herself completely over to his control, and after so long of eating by blowing a toy, there was an obvious effect.
Pet didn't suck like a well practiced whore, didn't even suck with the fervor of a slave. Pet sucked him off like he was a necessity, like he was air.
Like his cum was her food and she had to get to it.
Between the two of them, there was nothing but the purity of Master and Slave. Asher stopped only for a second, pulling away from her while she opened her mouth and held out her tongue.
Her gaze was fixed on his cock as if she suffered with the loss of it, and it made him hot.
"Grab the bars of the cage and don't let go of it. Kneel with your legs so wide that you could hump the floor if you weren't in chastity."
Jezebel obeyed hurriedly, her gaze greedy with such hunger and fixed on his cock. She looked at it with far more need than she had ever had while speaking of or thinking of her drugs.
Jezebel thrust her tits out automatically, arching to display them for him. "Good fucking girl. You want some cum to eat, don't you?"
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