"Good morning, Master. I hope you had good dreams."
Asher leaned against the cage, with that soft little chuckle that made her turn wet just to hear it. Alright, that wasn't saying much since everything he did made her turn wet. "I did, actually. Dreams of you."
Jezebel grinned and reached up to the top of the cage to stroke his fingers where he held it. "What a coincidence! I dreamed of you, too."
Asher laughed and finally opened the door so that she crawled out eagerly. Like every morning, her lips went instantly to his jeans. Jezebel kissed his cock through the fabric, opening her mouth to moan in her pleasure at feeling his hardness.
Her pussy pulsed and her asshole squeezed the wide toy that spread her so brutally. Jezebel could barely think about the anal toy anymore, or it drove her to such arousal that it was dangerous.
Her mouth watered at the thought of getting to him, of being able to swallow his cum. "Oh, Master..." Jezebel sighed it, turned on and greedy.
Asher growled low in his throat, but he didn't feed her like he usually did. He stepped away instead, to pet her hair, and she stared up at him, adoring him.
"Dear God. This is painful, but we have to do this right. You might hate me in a few minutes, Pet, after I tug you from the waters I've had you under."
Jezebel felt a little bit of fear and glanced up at him worriedly, but he was her Master and he knew how to do everything the right way. Asher pet her hair and held out his hand.
"Come on." When she took it, he tugged her to her feet, and she blinked, but he didn't let her stay afraid for long. He lifted her into his arms, and she grinned.
"Such a romantic Master." Jezebel teased him, and he laughed.
"Well, you know the saying. 'At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.'"
Jezebel giggled and watched him take her from the dungeon. Instead of going to the slave bathroom, he went to his own, and she went giddy with excitement.
Asher's bathroom was so soft in comparison and so wonderful. Asher had luxuriant water jets in his bathtub, and everything in it was decorated to make someone feel like royalty.
Even with all that, it was still pretty small and cozy, and that was her favorite part. Jezebel made a soft little squeak of happiness when he set her on the side of the bathtub and started the water.
Asher laughed in response. "Ridiculous girl. Is the slave's bathroom really so awful?"
"Well, not when you're in it to bathe me, but it's not as good as a jacuzzi."
"Fair enough. Let me unlock your belt. Turn around and bend over the side." Jezebel obeyed that, moaning when he slid each toy out of her. Asher took a brief moment to fuck her open with the anal toy and she cried out in bliss, then bit her wrist when the toy disappeared and she was left gaping.
Asher's fingertips fluttered over the opening and his thumb stroked through her pussy. "You're so fucking wet just from having the toys. And you drip just from having your asshole touched and played with now. Your body gets hotter from that than when I play with you cunt, even."
It was true. Jezebel went wild from anal stimulation now, after what he had done to her. "Oh yes, Master."
Asher pulled away with a soft little noise in the back of his throat that made her look over her shoulder at him. At the sight of her curiosity, he took a breath.
"Sit in the water, Pet, and I hope you can appreciate the pain this is causing me. I've never been so close to doing something illegal in my life to breaking my word."
Jezebel curled up in the bath and leaned over the side while he knelt opposite her. "I never want to cause you pain, Master. And I'm not quite sure what you mean."
Asher smiled and reached around her neck. To her fear, she felt him twist at the collar, felt it tugged away. The sight of it in his hands seemed surreal after so long wearing it, and she watched in a kind of daze as he used a key to unlock the metal cuffs at her wrists.
Jezebel jumped when the locks clicked and stared at her wrists, which felt far too light. She had forgotten how heavy the cuffs had initially felt had forgotten that the metal wasn't part of her.
When she lifted her foot at his gesture, he kissed her ankle and unlocked that cuff as well. And then did the same with the other one.
"You survived," he finally said softly. "One whole month. I hope it was everything you could have fantasized it to be. And if you never want to call me 'Master' again, you don't have to. But I sincerely hope you do want that."
What she wanted. For the first time in her life, he had opened her to the consideration of what someone else wanted, had kicked down all of her self centered bitchiness and found the slave curled up behind it, that secret side of her that thrived from someone else's desires and approvals.
Now, the thought of what she wanted kind of scared her. What if she considered it and was just a bitch again? What if the past month had been nothing but a fairy tale and she had always just been a terrible creature?
Instead of answering like an adult, she did what the other her would have done... and burst into tears.
Asher made an exasperated, slightly amused sound, and cradled her head. "Such an emotional little slave girl. Hold on." Jezebel watched him pull away through her tears, watched him undress.
And then he got into the water, pulled her close, and she was back in the safe circle of his arms, sniffling into his shoulder.
"Deep breaths. Disorienting after I held you so far under, isn't it? We'll take this slowly. How about we finish the bath and go for a walk together?"
"O-okay. Yes, Master." And she could do that when he laid it out like that. Everything seemed less confusing coming from his soothing voice. Asher put everything in a nice, listed order while her mind devolved into chaos.
He made another of those soft, pained sounds, and when she looked up at him, he seemed to be forcing himself to talk. "Call me Ash," he finally said. "Well, my real name is Asher Lavrov, but I go by Ash."
Her tongue felt too thick in her mouth when she answered. "Ash." Having his name felt like she had the name of a god. Jezebel threw herself into his arms again and held on tight, using him as an anchor.
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