Desire (16 page)

“Do you want someone inside you?” asks Leroy

“Yes, master,” I somehow find the strength to say.

“Who do you want inside you?” he demands.

“You, master,” I half pant, half scream.

“How much do you want it?”

“I will die if you don’t fuck me,” I say, and I mean it.

From his pocket he pulls a condom, a red rubber one covered with ridges and nodules. I thrill at the sight of it. I’m so sopping wet that I’m going to need some rough, heavy stimulation if I’m to feel his prick inside my hole. He pushes into me roughly, mercilessly, and I feel each rubber bobble tickle and scrape the inside of my cunt. I’m so hot that it only takes two or three thrusts for it to happen. My pussy floods with clear liquid and my whole body convulses as the red-hot tremors overwhelm me.

Leroy takes me down from the handcuffs, and I collapse in a heap on the floor, arms and legs tingling as the blood flows back into them. My body is limp and woozy with satisfaction, but my mind is already reeling, so pleased with what I’ve just experienced that I can’t help but be disappointed that it’s over. Or is it? As I feel Leroy’s hands grab my hair and yank me to my feet, I feel a fresh wave of excitement engulf my body. “Come with me, slave,” he says, pulling me so hard by the hair that I have no choice but to follow where he leads me. He marches toward a private room at the back of the club, puts his hand on the door handle, and turns to me with a wink and a nod to the clock. It’s not quite four a.m. yet. “I still own you for the next six minutes,” he says. “And you haven’t made me come yet.”