Their Tangled Lust by Catherine Tramell

Allyson

 

Vibrating pain and pleasure fight inside me as Master's thrust becomes wilder. The pain and my resistance are lesser, but the way he holds and owns me reminds me of the night I lost my virginity to the man who stole it. And like that night, my body begins to love the pain. My cries hush into long moans. My fingers dig deep into his skin while my legs wrap around his hips.

Cold wind blows on me and ignites the heat from our bodies brushing against each other. Once again, it feels like my stolen wedding night, but Master takes me with better passion. His thrusts tell me that I'm only his. His kisses prove that I'll never be anyone else's. But it can never happen.

As my body trembles and reaches the edge of my climax, I caress my Master's face with my fingers. I want to take off his mask, but that would not do me good. I only let him take me as a memory.

Yes. Master is not my son's father. He's not Elijah. But Master was the first man who took me in his arms in the context of romance, even if it was only to point out the thing that I will be deprived of as a slave. He gave me the one thing I've always wished as a woman – to be held as one. My husband never did it. The man – Christian's father – only took me as his prize.

Tonight is the last night I will give myself to Master. Perhaps it could also be the last time I will let somebody hold me as a woman. Kelly Smith will take me as her slave. I don't know how she will do it, but she'll be the last master I'll ever have. I’ll never let someone enslave me again after her.

Elijah. I lost my focus when I thought of him. Was Kelly the reason he was upset during the shoot? I still can't believe that Kelly holds this dark secret from him. Elijah loves her like she's his world. How can she betray him? Allyson! I'm going to hurt Elijah with her, too.

Master holds my face with one hand and keeps my face on him. “Stop thinking of someone else when you’re with me.”

A fire bursts in my heart when I see my Master’s eyes. Elijah. He looks at me in the same way Elijah looked at me before I left. No! Elijah is taking care of Christian for me. He can't be at Delilah's. Also, if he and Master are the same person, Kelly would not force me to keep everything a secret from her husband.

“You’re mine!” Master glares at me.

His dominance flicks a switch that turns on a strange wildness inside me. They are different people, but I suddenly feel that I'm making love to both of them. Elijah's image fills my head, making me crazier over my master, who fills me with lust.

Elijah.

He is a perfect and ideal man for someone like me. With his wealth, he can protect my son from Nicholas and his father's threats. Christian will have a better future if I'll marry someone like him. I will be happy to have a man who'll think of me as his world. But Elijah is a dream.

No matter how strong my feelings for him develop, reality still slaps me with the truth. Elijah only sees Kelly as the only woman for him. He will have no one else but her.  I’ll probably be the last on his list. No. I’ll probably never make it to the list after he finds out that I’m a prostitute – his wife’s slave.

“Damn it, Little Fox!” Master forces me to look at him again.

With Elijah in my thoughts, I cling to my master's shoulders tighter, digging my nails into his skin deeper. Treat this as a dream, Allyson, a voice in my heart tells me. I look into his eyes.  Yes. I will let this man take me as his woman. Let him fill the lust awakened by the man who stole my wedding night. And let him fulfill my fantasy of being one with Elijah.

“That’s it, Little Fox,” Master’s breathing becomes heavy as he thrusts intensely against me.

I grind my crotch harder against my master's and steer his cock to the spot that gives me an intriguing sensation. He chuckles, blowing his warm breath against my face. On our first night, he hated it when I took the lead, but at that moment, he let me take control.

“Master,” I call him with a smile.

For the first time, a man gives me the freedom to express myself in sex. This man. He is supposed to enslave me, but he’s making me experience some things that I should have enjoyed as a woman.

I remained a virgin before my wedding, but I had always imagined making love to my future husband. I want to satisfy him. But after my wedding day, I have never made love to anyone. I did surrender to Christian's father, but I was under the influence of sex drugs. I didn't have freedom. Nicholas had to force me to have sex with him. I never felt an ounce of love from our acts but hatred.

Master wrestles me to position me on top of him. He plays with my tits with a boyish grin and says, "I can offer you this, Allyson. I can treat you like my woman."

I stiffen like a rock on top of him. Treat me like his woman? Master holds my butt cheeks and encourages me to continue steering his cock. His words flutter my heart. His cock heats my pussy walls. A woman. That’s who I am. Not a slave.

I wrap myself in that thought and move my hips harder against my Master. His cock pulses intensely inside me, spreading better sensations all over me. He groans and utters, "Yes, my Little Fox," as I ride him faster.

"Master," I repeat while I hump his crotch. I feel his cock slowly growing inside me, pushing my walls that are desperate to squeeze it.

My body boils from the overpowering heat engulfing me from the inside. My muscles shake at the tension of being near my orgasm. I take a deep breath and continue to hump against my master's cock while holding back my impending explosion.

“Just cum,” he tells me while strumming his fingers on my curves.

“Can I really?” I say between heavy breaths.

Master laughs a little and suddenly wrestles me back to the bed. He holds my hands above my head again as if reading in my eyes that I want to take his mask off. With his free hand, he guides his cock back inside my greedy walls. "Let me," he declares.

Short and pitchy cries fill the room when Master plunges his cock deep inside me and rams against me like a wild bull. I wriggle hard on the bed as the pain and pleasure of his forceful thrusts overwhelms me. I release long moans, only to be cut short with a shriek when he pushes all his length in me.

“Master,” I moan loudly before letting the fire above my crotch inside.

Master continues to thrust in me, spreading the heat faster and letting it take all of me. The rippling pleasure tenses every joint but shakes every muscle of my body.  As my orgasm slowly subsides, my palms gently rub his shoulder. My fingers grab onto his skin again when he begins to thrust fast and hard in me, reviving my dying orgasm.

"You're mine, Allyson," Master declares as he thrust his cock hard – and almost angrily – inside me. He moves at a faster and more intense pace while groaning loudly. I end up crying in the same tone as his voice.

The sensation pushes me back to my pinnacle. And as Master takes me hard, he begins to shake my heart, too. This man wants me. I can feel his desperation. No man has ever held me as he did. Master growls loudly and lets his cock explode inside me, shooting me with his hot and overflowing cum. The heat from his climax ignites another explosion of ecstasy inside me. I clung hard to my Master while pulsing hard against him.

When the waves of pleasure calm down, Master lays his head on my chest. His chest beats near my stomach while mine beats on one of his ears. I twirl my fingers on his messy blonde hair while waiting for my heartbeat to return to normal.

“I’ll talk to Delilah and have your contract rescinded,” Master rolls to my side. He pulls me close to him and kisses my lips lovingly. My forehead touches his mask.

“Can I see your face?”

“The mask stays on.”

“You want me to be your woman, but you cannot even let me see your face?” I question. Does he have a scar that he needs to hide?

My heart feels strongly towards Elijah, but he's a dream. I have an ambiguous attraction toward my master. I can look past that for a promise to be his woman and for the protection of my son. But how can I rely on his promises? I don't know anything about him. Neither his face nor his name. I can't trust a man who only shows up when he wants to fuck me.

I chose to become a commercial slave for my son – for his safety. I cannot risk that for a vague offer of romance. It’s time to wake up from the dream, Allyson. Master doesn’t want me to be his woman. He only didn’t get enough of me as his slave. A property. Many men always want to hold on to their property harder when someone’s taking it away.

“I’m not doing this for myself,” I roll away from Master and take my clothes from the floor. “I need to be with my son now.”

“You’re not going to be a slave to another man!” Master stands from the bed. “I will not let you.”

I snort at his words. I will not be a slave to another man but to Kelly Smith – a woman who has everything I could only wish for.  Master walks closer to me, but I walk away from him.

“Thank you for everything, Master,” I smile softly before planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Come back here, Little Fox!” he demands when I walk away.

My feet glue to the floor when his raspy voice sounds like Elijah. I turn to him and look straight into his eyes. “Elijah?” I utter without thinking.

Master gulps and falls silent for a moment. Just when I am to insist that he’s Elijah, he grabs me by the wrist. “I told you not to think of other men when you’re with me.”

Fear drops on my heart like a bomb when his glaring eyes meet with mine. He’s not Elijah, but the man who took me on my wedding night! Stop it! A ringing sound repeats in my head as confusion drowns me. He cannot be that man, can he? My hands tremble as I panic.

Why didn’t I think of it?

Master is an obvious VIP in Delilah's and has some power over Delilah. The man who took me on my wedding night also had enough influence to compel Nicholas to surrender me to him. Little Fox. The man also called me that when he robbed me of my first night.

Tears spring down my cheeks. Christian’s father didn’t let me go until he had his fill with me. Christian. Master said that he had a vasectomy two years ago. But unlike the first night we shared, I don't think I'm wrong again. This man! The man behind the mask is the same man who ruined my fantasy of a happy life! I have no proof, but I can’t stop myself from believing my suspicion.

“Allyson, what’s happening?”

“I need to go to my son,” I wipe my eyes and hurry out of the room.