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gave it a dungeon-like feel. She took his order of "Take care of things" to include brushing her teeth, washing up discreetly, and combing out her hair. She hurried, not wanting to chance punishment or displeasure from him so soon. Well, no more than she'd already elicited.
    When she finally returned to the bedroom he was waiting, staring at her with his powerful arms crossed over his chest. She froze, not knowing whether to kneel or stand. This was horrible. Had some part of her wanted this? She didn't know how to behave, what protocols to follow. Her distress must have shown in her face, because when he called her over his voice was mildly sympathetic.
    "Come here."
    She crossed to him, trying to appear as graceful and submissive as possible. When she got near, he reached out and pulled her against him. His skin was so warm against hers, and so soft, for all the hardness of his musculature. His hands roved up her back, squeezing, stroking. He leaned away and cupped her breasts, gently, just for a moment, before squeezing them and slapping them. Not too hard, but she still flinched. The look on his face frightened her. But his eyes...they were not black at all, but a deep, rich brown with flecks of gold in them. He was not the devil. Not truly the Mephisto of his name. He was just a man. She tried to relax, going loose in his embrace. He put a hand on her neck and used it to tip her face up.
    "I've always found you the most enticing thing, kitten. So beautifully formed. Like a pretty vase. But vases are breakable," he added, seemingly to himself.
    She bit her lip. Her heart was pounding in her chest as his fingers wound in her hair. He was going to kiss her...but no. He was only looking at her, looking deep in her eyes, as if for secrets.
    "You're afraid," he said.
    She blinked, and nodded slowly. "Yes, Master."
    "Tell me why."
    She thought a moment, phrasing her answer carefully as her Master had taught her. "You are a very strong man. I know to obey you, and I'll try, but there is nothing to protect me from you if…if you were moved to anger."
    He thought a moment, tracing a circle on her hip. "Your Master's directives protect you, to a degree. I will not hurt you beyond the limits I promised him last night. And believe me, I am a man of my word. But will you move me to anger? I suppose you might. I know your Master has trained you just as he wishes you. I know you are a well-trained little slave. But remember something, kitten. I am not your usual Master. You will need to learn and abide by my rules this week."
    She bowed her head. "Yes, Master."
    He was scrutinizing her again, and she shifted under his gaze. His cock poked against her belly and his hands fondled and grasped her ass cheeks. She flinched a little due to the sensitive welts. He slapped her ass sharply.
    "Nice marks. Punishment, or Master's pleasure?"
    She thought a moment. "Both, I think."
    He chuckled. "Not so perfect after all. All right, kitten. I'm going to get to know you a little better. Go kneel on the bed. All fours. Open and hungry, like a bitch in heat."
    She turned to obey, his coarse words resonating in her pussy, making it slowly pulse to life. She crawled onto the white sheets as he opened a condom and rolled it on. She opened her legs wide, arching her back. Open and hungry. Fear and curiosity mixed with the sensation of him roughly grasping her hips. She felt the head of his cock probing her entrance and then he drove in, a daunting, humbling burn. He fucked her almost mechanically, with one arm braced on the bed beside her. She felt casually used, which always excited her. She could feel her wetness growing, feel him sliding more and more easily into her slickened channel.
    "You like this?" he whispered. "Being fucked like a toy? You do, don't you?"
    "Yes—Yes, Master," she gasped. Her hips arched back, seeking more, more violence, more aggression, but he only continued to fuck her in that controlled, leisurely way.
    "I'm just getting a