Jezebel's cry around Asher's cock made him grip the cage top instead of her head, because he was almost afraid to touch her. Instead, he railed her open mouth, his breath leaving him in sharp gasps.
There was nothing like this, nothing so pure as what was between them. Asher had never gotten head like what she gave him.
Pleasure shot through his balls, tightened him, and he grasped her head with one hand, looking down to watch her arch and contort when he spurted into the back of her throat.
Jezebel's whole body seemed to shudder in reaction to his finishing. Asher pulled away from her with a violent growl to watch her spasm, her mouth still left gaping open.
Jezebel gulped, and tears streaked her eyes from his rough use, but she was in clear ecstasy. Asher had trained 'Pet' to such joy in cocksucking that she took even more from it than she did from orgasms.
Jezebel's cry was hot, so hot. "Thank you, Master!"
And that's when the desire came to him. Jezebel could leave that dungeon then. Their purity had been so reinforced with the steel tethers of his routines that it no longer required those four walls anymore.
And he wanted to.
Asher wanted to show her off on a leash at his feet, wanted her in Sulfur's where anyone could see it. And he wanted to watch her fuck him in front of everyone else even, wanted to show off how his slave could be used, how she wouldn't even cum unless she was expressly told to. Jezebel wouldn't even ask to cum anymore.
And he wanted to show off how she sucked cock like she was starved for it. It was beautiful and it pleased him to no end how fucked up it was that he had trained her from her feeder toy.
Every blow job made him horny as hell because of that. The thought of showing it off to others made him burn.
"Jesus, Pet." Asher fixed his jeans back and smiled down at her and she beamed in reply, her face radiant with her joy at pleasing him.
"Such a good little slave I own. We'll be having at least two different routine changes for the night. First, I thinks you're ready to be shown off in Sulfur's, and you're going to take whatever cock I wants you to in whichever hole I wants you to, and be on your best behavior, understood?"
"Oh yes, Master, I understand." There was no hesitation in Jezebel's answer. Asher had trained her with punishments for hesitations. But she didn't hide from him either. "I'm nervous of failing you, Master."
Asher stroked Jezebel's hair, smiling. "A slave like you would be. Have faith that Master knows how to guide you. I've proven that to you, hasn't I?"
Jezebel's smile was clear, easy, satisfied. It seemed like an impossible thing to Asher because he had known her emotional sides.
But she wasn't emotional anymore. There was nothing but happiness left in her eyes every time he saw her. "Yes, Master. I didn't mean to insult you."
"I know you didn't." God, she'd never do that in that state. Jezebel was so purely the slave that it couldn't cross her mind.
"The second thing is that I'm going to change that toy in your asshole. You'll be sleeping with a larger base, holding you wide, instead of the kind butt plug. I've had to force my way inside you the past two times. Your asshole needs better training."
Jezebel moaned and arched, still holding the bars of the cage because he hadn't told her to let go. "Oh yes, Master. Thank you, Master, for training me."
"You're welcome, little slave. Let go of the cage and crawl beside me. We're going to feed you breakfast and bathe you. After that, I'm going to let you rest in your cage for the day before we spend the night showing off what a perfect little slut you are. Would you like something to read for the day?"
Jezebel was already crawling beside him, her ass a sensuous tease where she curved around her toys.
"Yes, please, Master."
Asher knew better than to let her get bored, even without trial and error. It was rare anymore that she got free moments. With him leaving her to be fucked by machines and casually using her in between working, she was often either recovering from his use or suffering it.
Asher would often reach a point between calls to finish renovations and walk to the dungeon. During these moments, he wouldn't say a thing. He would just go to the cage, pull her out from her resting, and fuck her compliant lips.
Only then would he talk to her, in the height of ecstasy, and he would call her his personal toy, remind her that this was what she fucking existed for.
God, Jezebel was his delight. "Anything for you, Pet." And he meant those words to all of their depth. Anything for her. It was true. Asher had reached a dangerous level of devotion, and he would truly do anything to keep her in his service.
Asher would give her jewels and furs and anything at all her heart desired. And he was starting to feel more and more that they were something meant to be, that his eternity collar belonged on her throat.
Asher was starting to feel that this was absolutely where their relationship was headed. For him, it was the most natural thought in the world that at the end of the month, she would be wearing that glistening, slim black collar, and it wouldn't come off.
Asher stroked Jezebel's hair and pet her head, purring over her. "Anything at all for you. Stroke my cock over my jeans and show me your gratitude."
Obediently, Jezebel did until he left her touch. He asked her which book she wanted and she politely answered. "Lovecraft, please, Master."
"Of course." And he happily did, after she was cleaned and released from her chastity. Asher gave her the book and locked her back in her kennel. "Such a good little girl, Pet."
"Yes, Master. Pet loves you."
The only way she had been able to say it was in a third person, but she said it often.
"I love you more than life, slave mine." And his answer was always in the first person to let her know that it was okay.
In his own language, Asher told her that he understood her fear, that it was okay and always would be. When she was ready to say it in the first person, he was ready to hear it and answer it.
Asher was ready to pet her and tell her over and over again that she was the most precious thing he had ever had in his life, that she was his sweetest angel and his exotic slave, more intimate to him than a spouse ever fucking could imagine.
And that was true. Asher knew her body, every part of it, like the back of his hand. He knew her heart like his own soul, knew her submission like he knew the feel of his cock in his hand.
Jezebel was more precious than life to him whenever she was comfortable enough to confess it to him.
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