Taking Master's Cock.

Chapter 8.

Jasmine’s knees sank to the floor but she refused to give in. Refused to look submissive.

She just remained there, on her knees.

Not looking up at him, and trying to control her uneven breaths.

Jerald stood tall, watching down on her. This bird was willful and he? He knew just how to take care of feisty babies.

He just watched. He didn't touch her. Didn't rush it. Just stood there in front of her exuding a dangerous aura and waiting, burning, daring her to cross the line she had drawn so deep.

Jasmine's finger twitched once at her sides.

She hated this. The idea of being vulnerable.

But then again… slowly— like every inch was a betrayal to her pride, she reached up. Her hands brushed the leather of his belt, hesitation evident in every action. It was not taking his cock that gutted her. It was the way he demanded it. Like she was some slut that had no meaning for existing aside from taking her master’s cock and his command.

Her jaws clenched. She hated herself for this.

The sound of a belt clicked the air as she undid it.

Jerald's breath hitched—anticipation curling around his throat.

The air in the room stiffened and the tension thickened with… Surrender. Defiance. Heat.

She tugged the belt loose and let it fall.

Her fingers moved steadily and precise, as she unbuttoned him, like she was carving out her own punishment.

She moved his zippers down, heart thrumming softly against her chest.

Then her hands found his boxer and she pulled it down.

His 9 inches, hard and erect cock bounced out in full confidence, vein twitching as it stretched harder with needs.

Jasmine swallowed the hitch that settled on her throat. Her pussy burned. To be fucked. Because damn… the image of being bounded to the bed and taken from behind by this huge monster sent a heat curling against her stomach.

She raised her gaze and looked up at him. Finally.

Her eyes were still sharp, chin tilted.

And Jerald? He still had the insane expression. Face devoured of emotions and aura that could make one cower.

Her hands moved to his cock. Trembling.

She had never seen a cock like his, so handling it scared her. So she thought.

With a nod as permission from him, she wrapped her hands around him—tiny, they barely wrapped around him.

Jerald’s muscles clenched at the feel of her fingers. But he remained still, not moving. Not reacting.

She moved her fingers against his cock, stroking him softly, while keeping her eyes locked against his.

Jerald’s body tightened, turning rigid.

Her hands were good. No. Her hands were perfect. And they were driving him crazy already. Yet he didn't make a reaction. He just stood still, jaws clamping, teeth clenching under the shelter of his mouth.

Then she leaned in. Mouth opened for him. Not like a good girl.

She moved her mouth closer, sticking her tongue out to lick on his precum.

His heart flipped at the warmth of her tongue and… his fingers twitched, curling slowly.

A soft invisible smile played at the corner of her lips.

She could feel it. The pleasure. She could feel it in the way his jaws clamped. In the way, his fingers twitched behind him.

So she licked at the head of his cock, tongue dragging in slow circles, lips wrapping around him just enough to make him twitch—not enough to satisfy the hunger that was burning down his core.

Her eyes remained locked on his lips curled into a grin—smug and daring.

He knew that look. So he allowed her the liberty to play the game for a moment longer. Letting her stroke him with that soft lips.

Then all of a sudden he snapped.

One of his hands gripped her hair from behind, while the other gripped her jaws, thumb pressing into her cheeks.

“Lazy little mouth, huh?” His voice was deep, rough with restraint.

“You think this is how good girls behave?”

Jasmine's brows knitted in fury. She tried to pull away but his grip was firm, grounding her.

“No.” he hissed. “You want to be defiant? Then I will teach you just what it is to be rebellious.”

Before Jasmine could brace herself, Jerald dragged her head closer, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth.

Jasmine’s body stiffened for a second at the intrusion. Then her body jerked as she felt him moving deeper, shoving his entire length into her mouth.

Her lips stretched. Mouth struggling to accommodate him. But he didn't stop, he drove in deeper until her throat stretched around him. Until her gasp was muffled as he fed her inch after inch.

Jasmine’s eyes widened, and she gagged, hands falling into his thighs.

Jerald's breathing quickened, muscles clenching and unclenching at the warmth of her mouth.

His grip on her hair tightened and he forced himself deeper.

“Take it.” He said, eyes locked on her ruined expression. “All of it.”

Jasmine’s hand clutched his thighs tightly, and her knees trembled, but he held her there, his cock thick and pulsing at the back of her throat, one hand tightening around her hair as he began to move again—letting her feel the heat.

Pleasure coiled across her body, and she choked out, fingers digging into his thighs, nails digging through his pants.

But he didn't stop.

He set the pace—deep relentless, using her mouth the way a man who has completely lost himself could. His cock slammed against the back of her throat with every thrust, and he moaned through gritted teeth. Low and filthy.

Jerald’s body jerked. “Fuck—Y-yes. Take it. You wanted to be stubborn, yeah?” Another thrust. “You wanted to tease, yeah?” another thrust. “Then take me like the good girl you are pretending not to be.”

Jasmine’s walls tightened, pussy dripping with load of wetness. She was a mess now—eyes watering spit dripping down her chin, throat working around him again and again. But she didn't pull away.

Couldn't pull away.

Didn't want to struggle to pull away.

Because perhaps, perhaps she didn't want to.

She took him. Every inch. Every thrust. Savoring every broken sound that ripped from his chest as he fucked her mouth like it was the only way to make her remember who was in control.

“You think you have gotten power..,” a soft his tore past his lips, voice shaking. “Look at you…. Helpless… needy. Taking my cock like master’s little slut!”

Her hand slipped down his thighs, knees spread wider, and she graoned—deep, graty, like the sound of a man lossing his goddamn mind.

But he wasn't close. Even if he was, he would restrict himself just to show her who the fuck she belonged to. And who the hell was in control?

Jasmine stuttered, body quivering from the pleasure she could run away from.

Then it was at this moment that she realized, there was no more pretending.

She wasn't in control. She wasn't even close to being.

He was.

So he held her there, his cock moving forward and faster, fucking into her mouth and savoring the way her lips stretched and the way the spit dripped down her chin.

Gosh!

She was perfect,

Her mouth was so perfect he desired nothing but to ruin her.

His nails dug into her scalp.

“Where is that attitude?”

He dragged her mouth down to the base, pressing her head down to take him deeper until there was nothing left.

Jasmine's nose flushed, skin prickling.

She choked and moaned. Tears spilling from her lashes.

She trembled, shuddered, and cried. Yet she took him. Every thrust made her submit more. Made her melt around him, her pussy clenching on nothing, thighs soaked with needs. Worst of it, she was convincing herself to believe that she didn't want this… that the pleasure was not already getting to her.

“You look so pretty like this…” His voice came out in a dangerous groan, as he fucked her mouth deep. Steady. He had not meant to say that to her, but there was something about her expression.

Hell! Messy hair, lips stretched, veins stretching! She looked damn sinful with spit on her chin, mascara running. And his cock shoved all the way down her throat.

His thumb pressed against her cheeks and he gritted. “Fuck bitch! That's what you are made for!”

Jasmine’s body arched, toes curling for more and more of him.

She was supposed to snap, she was supposed to rebuke it and say it within her mind that she wasn't made to take cock, rather to take revenge on her father’s killer.

But then...

It sounded too good. Too fucking real to decline. So for today. She accepted that she was a slut whose only job was to take her master’s cock because her mind was blank. Her body was on fire. She couldn't think. Couldn't speak.

She could only watch Jerald from the haze of her eyes.

Damn it! He was so hot.

Lips parted.

Breath heavy. Hips rocking back and forth as he chased his incoming orgasm.

She slurped against his cock, choking.

Jerald's jaws tightened, and the breath from her soft choke triggered something in him.

His head tipped backward. Muscles rigid.

“Fuckkkk…” he growled, feeling his orgasm as it drew closer and closer with each thrust.

His shoulders tensed, cock throbbing.

“Ugh!!”

He pulled out of her immediately, groaning as he stroked himself, lips trembling from pleasure.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded in a raspy tone and Jasmine's mouth fell open. No objection. She just opened her mouth for him.

And that… that had him gagging back and forth until he spilled his cum into her mouth, emptying everything into her beautiful mouth.

Jasmine made a face as the thirst explored her mouth.

“Swallow it.” He commanded in one deep tone and she swallowed, allowing the fluids to wash down her throat, just the way sensation rushed down her body.

Jerald's neck straightened. Expression, back to normal. She was exactly the way he wanted her to be. Mouth red, lips swollen, eyes dazed.

She looked wrecked. Ruined. Just the way he liked it.

He took a step closer, eyes holding onto hers. He cupped her jaws gently, thumb stroking her wet cheeks.

“Good girl.” He whispered, trailing his hand against her lips.

“Come back tomorrow for more, master is going to reward you.”