Chapter 3 ( Desires)

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Craving 3 (Desires)

Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one.

When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

"Bring the supplies in!" She screamed, and werewolves sprang out of nowhere, carrying sex toys such as leathers, cuffs, duotones, pillo, tickler/slapper, ropes, and so on.

I swallowed; this wasn't the first time I'd seen all of them, and I knew what they did to my body by name. Here's why Mistress Ava is so dreaded around here: she has absolute authority over everyone, even her brother, even though he is the Alpha. If she wants you dead today, you will die today.

Another reason I fear Mistress Ava is that she is the only person who can make me orgasm without me having to make a conscious effort. For example, with the guard who just left, I had to acknowledge the pain he inflicted on me in order to cum, but with Mistress Ava simply touching me, I'd be leaking like a hose pipe. I had no idea what it meant for my sexuality, and frankly, I don't want to think about it. The last thing I want is to have a struggle with myself when everyone else is already hating on me.

"Look at me," she said, and I did as she said, staring into her soulless eyes. I saw a reflection of myself in her grey eyeballs and quickly diverted my gaze; there is nothing I despise more than mirrors, which serve as a continual reminder of who I once was.

She took a few steps closer to me and circled around me, encroaching on my personal space. My breathing accelerated as she grabbed me by the neck, immediately my hands went up to her hand and attempted to take it away from my throat, but her hold was quite firm and I felt very weak.

"P–lease, please let go of me," I begged shamelessly but she ignored me and dragged me by the neck to a table I hadn't seen when it was brought in. I could scarcely breathe when she seated me on the table while gripping my neck. There was nothing I could do, the feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed me.

My pulse rose by a thousand times as she pushed my head closer to her lips and kissed my earlobe, and I thought my heart would burst. She nibbled on it, and as strange as it may seem, my body responded in an inexplicable manner. After a time, she drew back and peered into my eyes; I maintained her gaze for a long time, but finally backed down and glanced into space.

She kissed her way down to my belly button till she couldn't go any farther, as if she could, I'd be forced to stoop due to her grip on my neck.

I felt relieved when she let go of my neck, but I was too naive to realize that it was fleeting because the second she let go, she clicked her fingers, and all the werewolves who had come in with the materials gathered on the table I sat on, each with at least one item in his hand.

She pulled off her top, revealing just her sports bra, then took off her pants and put one of the gadgets, a dildo, around her waist. She wasted no time, grabbing a rope from one of them and tying me up.

She tied me up from my shoulders to my vagina, cutting across my boobs. It was time to get ready for some foreplay.

She placed the dildo into my butthole and began pounding on me; she started slowly at first, but her speed picked up as time went on. You'd think her hand was in place while she banged me, but it wasn't; it was all over me, holding my boobs or giving me scorching slaps all over my body, and as cruel as it seemed, it got me revved up.

"Thank me for fu*king you," she muttered between tight teeth, and I could see she was on the verge of climax, just as I was.

She's always asked me this, and I'm not foolish enough to refuse her, especially since I'm at her mercy. "Thank you so much–" I started, but then her beating became too much for me, and I yelled in agony and delight.

"Thank me, you bitch!" She yelled and slapped my butt.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, my head high up in the clouds.

"What exactly is a mistress?" With another smack, she enquired.

"Mistress Ava," I replied, scarcely recognizing myself.

"For what?" She asked, slapping me again. She is always like this, asking questions she knows and expecting an answer from me while fucking me.

"Thank you for fucking my tight pussy with that massive black dick.. ahh.. thank you," I panted as she rode me.

"Ahh.. yes.. ah.. fuck yeah.. oh yeah," I screamed continually.

"You're enjoying it," she said, but it wasn't a question. She knew I did, but I replied nonetheless.

"Fuck, sure," I replied, my teeth were digging into my lips causing little blood to flow

"Now cum for me bitch, cum for mistress," she murmured, her push rising.

"Ahhhh… I'm cumming.. fuck!!" I screamed while panting, and soon we were both shouting.

The screaming continued for a long time until we both arrived at the same point, at which point our cries came to a halt.

She was the first person to recover from the ordeal.

I panted as if I'd just completed a marathon. I was appalled, and I tried desperately to detest her right then and there, but I couldn't; I was just as terrible as she was, enjoying every bit of what she did to me.

"Flip over, I'm ready for round two," she said, just like the player that she was.