His cock hardened, and she knew it turned him on to hear her say the third person of the name he had given. "Good little slut." Jezebel shuddered at the humiliation of his cruel approval, and he slapped her ass.
"When I say to cum for me, it's going to make your asshole tighten so fucking hard on my cock that I'll cum from the pressure. So you are to cum exactly when I say and on fucking command. Do you understand?"
Jezebel spasmed, dying for that orgasm. "Yes, Master!"
Asher snarled and slapped her ass five times, a vicious assault that left her flesh singing. "Don't finish beforehand, or this will stop and you won't fucking orgasm for the rest of the month, little slave girl. Do you understand me?"
His tone terrified her, but she did understand. So long as she could obey, he would allow her orgasm. "Yes! Yes, Master, Pet understands!" Jezebel said it in the third person to please him more, hoping that it would reinforce his confidence in her so he would keep going.
"Alright, then." She felt her eyes go wide and she gasped a soundless cry when he really started to use her. And suddenly, she understood why he wanted to reiterate his point.
Jezebel opened her mouth to beg for mercy, but no sound came out. Jezebel shook around him, but he only tightened his hold on her hair and fucked her harder, far harder than she had ever been fucked in her life.
Jezebel wasn't sure if she was allowed to keep speaking, but it didn't matter. The cries were forced out of her when he pistoned in and out of her asshole. "Master! Master! Fuck, oh please, oh God, Master, please-" A stupid, pointless list of ravings.
Until he finally snarled, "Cum for me, little slave."
Jezebel screamed. The world fell from her and all she knew was an inferno of nerve endings. Her whole body seized up with the force of the pleasure and she knew she would do anything, suffer anything, to feel it again.
When he gasped above her and choked out the words, "Good fucking girl!"
Jezebel knew she would walk over broken goddamned glass to hear it again. It was the way he brokenly groaned it, the way his voice was taut with so much fucking pleasure that it was sinful.
Jezebel collapsed on that table with four words screaming in her head. "Pet loves you, Master!"
From far away, when she lay defeated in oblivion, she heard the soft answer. "I love you too, kotik."
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His fucking her was the ultimate mastery. Jezebel had been deep in submission beforehand, but after he fucked her, it was like a magic took effect.
It was as if she had been in the middle of the ocean during a hurricane, had been battered and tossed. It was as if a sea monster had wrapped her in tentacles to drag her down, and she had fought its grip.
Invariably that sea monster succeeded and she discovered something. Jezebel discovered that she could breathe under the water, and that the monster had known that the entire time.
There were no more storms beneath the surface. Far enough down, there was only calm and an abyssal blackness, and the monster dragged her downwards and downwards, even farther than that abyss.
Asher took his time, so that she could acclimate to the pressure and he went so far that it felt like she would never again see the light of day. Except, now that she knew she could breathe, she didn't care about the daylight anymore.
That darkness was something that others might call suffocating, or terrifyingly eternal. Jezebel felt nothing but peace, cared for nothing but more of the monster's embrace, more of its tentacles spreading her holes open and pumping them full of lust.
And God, after that first time, he took to doing that like she was his drug of choice. Asher used her mouth most often after his hard conditioning, and she never got to orgasm that way, because it didn't serve a purpose in pleasing him.
But, sometimes, she wanted to blow him even more than she wanted to get to cum. Jezebel craved his cock down her throat, burned to feel the merciless way he thrust between her lips, the way he growled out degrading intimacies above her.
"That's right. You're my cum hungry slut, aren't you?" And God, the way he grunted with heated pleasure when he orgasmed and flooded her mouth, filling her so far down her throat that there was nothing left for her to do but to swallow it, like she did her food.
That was another thing. Jezebel remembered him asking a while ago for her to keep up regular testing, just in case.
Asher had asked about birth control and she had an IUD for extra backup, because she had zero intention of reproduction.
After asking, he hadn't taken advantage of that fact, even after he showed her his own clean paperwork. But now, he did.
Whatever part of her he wanted to use, she could guarantee that she would take his cum. Jezebel had known some guys who got turned on by pulling out and covering her stomach or back. Asher was not one of those.
He filled her full and when she turned her head to see him, he would be looking down in feral possession, stroking whichever hole he had filled.
He would pet her pussy or stroke his fingers over her asshole. When she swallowed it, he would brush her lips with his thumb, in crass satisfaction.
And that look would only make her burn all over again. It was like she was filled with a hellfire all the time for him.
It took a week of sleeping in penetration, but something seemed to break in her after that, and she started to love the feeling of her arousal.
The smell of it made her hunger and the taste of it off his dungeon floor made her instantly moan with delight, as if she had just tasted the most delicious treat.
Her life under his hand was pleasure and serving for pleasure. Everything part of, in, or around her world existed to be of service to him.
Asher kept her tame and in deepest submission with a relentless grindstone of precedents and rules.
Jezebel threw herself in it, losing herself to the revelry. She was stripped down and reverted back to a form of savagery.
And she loved it.
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