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As I stood outside of the Master’s estate, my heart was racing with anticipation and fear. It was my first time surrendering completely to someone, but something in his icy blue eyes had captivated me and I knew I couldn’t withstand his allure for much longer.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside, my heels clicking on the marbled floors of the foyer. The air was thick with the scent of burning candles and there was an eerie silence, apart from the faint sound of classical music coming from the other end of the hallway.

I followed the sound until I reached a large, ornate door. I hesitated for only a moment before pushing it open and stepping inside.

The room was dark and shadowy save for a few strategically placed candles, casting flickering light across the room. The Master was standing on the other side of the room, his tall frame silhouetted against the muted glow. He didn’t move as I walked closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest.

He was wearing a sleek, black suit that hugged his broad shoulders and slender hips. His shirt was unbuttoned at the neck, revealing just enough of his chiseled chest to make my knees weak.

“Kneel,” he commanded in a low voice, but there was no mistaking the power behind it.

I obeyed without hesitation, sinking to my knees in front of him. He reached down, running his fingers through my hair and gripping tightly, pulling me closer to him.

“You’re mine,” he whispered in my ear. “You belong to me now.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I had never been so completely under someone’s control before, and I was already addicted to the rush of pleasure and pain he was giving me.

Without warning, he took hold of the back of my head and pushed my face forward, my nose brushing against the bulge in his pants. I could smell his musky scent and my mouth watered with need.

He stepped back, loosening his pants and letting them fall to the ground. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing with arousal.

“Show me how much you want me,” he growled, his eyes staring down at me with a mixture of desire and danger.

I didn’t hesitate, taking his thick member into my mouth and tasting the salt of his skin. It was everything I had ever wanted and more. I bobbed my head up and down, using my tongue to tease and coax him closer to the edge.

He moaned, gripping my hair tightly and thrusting deeper into my mouth. My throat constricted around him and he let out a guttural growl.

“Good girl,” he praised, pulling me up to my feet and kissing me hard on the mouth.

His lips were intense and demanding, and I felt myself melt into him completely, my body surrendering to his every need.

“Strip,” he ordered, his voice barely above a whisper.

I did as I was told, feeling his piercing gaze on me as I discarded each piece of clothing. When I stood before him naked, I felt both vulnerable and powerful at the same time.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast and making me shiver with anticipation.

The Master walked over to a table and picked up a whip, the sound of leather swishing through the air filling the room.

“Hands behind your back,” he commanded, and I obeyed immediately.

Without warning, the whip crashed down onto my exposed skin, leaving a fiery trail of pain behind it. I cried out in a mix of agony and ecstasy, my body instantly responding to the rush of pleasure and pain.

The Master continued to lash me with the whip, each blow hitting a different part of my body and driving me closer to the edge with each stroke. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, but my arousal only intensified with the sting of each hit.

“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming.

He stopped, running his hand down my face and wiping away my tears. “You may speak,” he said softly.

“Please…more,” I begged, the desperation in my voice apparent.

The Master smiled, running his fingers along my thighs and back up to my hips. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

He pushed me down onto my hands and knees, positioning himself behind me. Without hesitation, he entered me, filling me completely with his hard, throbbing cock.

I screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, feeling every inch of him inside of me. He pounded into me relentlessly, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust.

“Cum for me,” he growled in my ear, and I gave in completely, feeling myself shatter into a million pieces under his touch.

He followed soon after, his hot seed spilling into me as he let out a guttural groan.

We stayed like that for a few moments, our breaths heavy and ragged. When we had both recovered, he helped me up to my feet and kissed me deeply.

“You were amazing,” he whispered, his eyes staring down at me with a mix of adoration and possession.

I smiled, knowing that I had given myself completely to this man and that I would never be the same again.

From that moment on, I was his to command, his to use as he saw fit. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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