For My Master by Suz deMello Read Free Book Online

the man, and deserved to
inherit the business.
    Now that was all lost, because of Reina, that puta .
    Francisco jammed the accelerator to the floor. High on
crystal, he didn’t bother stopping at the entrance. Instead, his Hummer’s
custom, armor-plated bumper burst apart the gate, scattering the guards. He
yanked the steering wheel over to the right, and the Hummer slewed over the
lawn in a curved, unsteady path to the wooden double doors.
    * * * * *
    The mission had proceeded exactly as planned, and Ross
figured all he had to do was get rid of El Silencio and his pushy
daughter. He wasn’t surprised that the perverted pair wanted his slave. Belmont
was perfect. Chained to the wall, her arms high over her head, her shaved pussy
with his tattoo and the stripes on her rear showed she was ready for use. Her
breasts bounced with every groan and sigh as Reina tugged her clit and twisted
her nipples to red points. If this went on for much longer, Ross would have
trouble controlling his hard-on.
    Reina’s boots clattered on the concrete floor as she went to
the shelving and picked up a long, coiled whip.
    Ross’ belly clenched. He glanced at his host. El
Silencio’ s eyes were slitted as he gazed at the scene. “She is just a
slave,” the old man said. “Why not give her to Reina, to seal the deal?”
    Ross moistened his lips. “What deal?” he asked. “We haven’t
made a deal yet.”
    “And we won’t unless you give us your slave. My daughter and
I will break her, and this slave wants breaking. She will serve us well for…for
as long as she lasts.”
    When pigs fly out of my ass , Ross thought. “She bears
my mark, my initials. I will get you another girl, equally beautiful and
unmarked. She would be completely yours.”
    “Hmm.” The old man stroked his chin.
    Reina returned with a paddle in her fist and a murderous
glare in her eyes. “Give her to me!” She slapped the paddle against Belmont’s
ass, hitting the stripes Ross had left. Belmont cried out, swaying. Her butt
reddened around the marks and Ross fought to control his arousal. Next to him,
the old man’s breath had shortened.
    The creak of a couch drew Ross’ attention. Across the room,
Reina’s slave was watching the punishment and fondling himself. He licked his
lips.
    The paddle swished and Ross tensed. The crack of the flat
wood on Kathie’s ass shook the flesh, was echoed by her scream. Reina laughed,
tossed the paddle aside and approached her slave. She pushed him back onto the
sofa cushions and mounted him, taking him inside her with one quick thrust
down. El Silencio turned to watch his daughter.
    Ross went to Kathie, running a tentative hand over her rump,
the reddened flesh hot beneath his palm. Her breath hitched and she shuddered.
He probed between her legs, finding her pussy wet, and smiled. He leaned
forward to whisper in her ear, “You have a talent for this kind of work, Belle.
Very good.”
    He shifted his attention to the lovely curve dividing her
rear, hiding the darkest of her secrets, and slid a finger along her to the
pucker. The way was greased by aromatic secretions and her raw, fear-filled
sweat. He thrust inside to the first knuckle.
    She gasped and writhed, her chains clattering against the
hook. He let his finger rest inside her, allowing her tight back channel to
become accustomed to the intrusion. She was tight, but not insanely so. He’d
bet she could take him, and it would be good for both of them.
    Her breathing calmed and he murmured, “Get used to this,
babe.”
    He gave her two or three pumps and when she moaned, he
figured he’d better stop. He couldn’t allow either of them to become
distracted. He pulled out his finger, turned her around and presented it to her
lips.
    Her eyes went wide.
    “Lick me clean.”
    She wrinkled her nose.
    “Don’t be a princess.” He tweaked her nipple. “Disobedience
will earn you punishment, and I won’t be as nice as Reina.”
    “Nice?” Kathie sputtered. She