All Chapters of Save Me, Mister: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

*JAMIN* “I’m not a masochist.” I confessed, I was still lying in bed, in so much pain and awaiting his reaction. There was no yelling this time, no wild outburst…only a chilling stillness. “So the times you cried that it hurt, begged to stop, it was from pain you didn’t want or enjoy?” I nodded again. “Then why didn’t you use the safe word? We might have only met a few times but you never used the safe word.” “I didn’t want you to get mad and refuse to pay me. I…I really needed the money.” I murmured and turned my head to the side to look at him. “Yes, it’d be annoying to stop half-way. But I’d have stopped if you had said the safe word at anytime. It’s the rule. It’s not something I’d punish you for, it’s something I’d respect.” Oh.Then would he have mercy on me now?Before I could dwell on that thought, he announced, standing up. “Well, you obviously didn’t say the safe word because you could handle everything I did to you! So, y

*JAMIN* The mister suddenly looked at me as if I had slapped him. “Is that a look of disapproval? You find something wrong with my house?”I quickly shook my head. “No, I…” I moved back, seeing him approaching, fiercely.Did I say something wrong?I mean…it was indeed black!That was why I thought I was in hell when I woke up a week ago. When my back collided with the wall, I panicked because he kept coming close.He was so close and it felt as if I was breathing him in. “I don’t care about what you think of my house!” He let out, darkly.I quickly nodded. “Understood.” With his body just inches away from me, his tall frame felt like a powerful magnet, pulling my body, drawing it inexorably towards his. Was he really angry over something as small as that?If my opinion didn’t matter, then there was no need to go overboard, right?I gasped when he snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me against his body, his other hand moved lower, rubbing my as

*JAMIN*The room tilted. The floor no longer felt solid beneath me, and the walls seemed to close in from every direction. My vision blurred at the edges, narrowing into a tunnel. Every sound became distorted, too loud…too far away…all at once.My fingers tingled first.Then they went numb. The numbness crawled up my arms while an icy chill swept through my body despite the sweat soaking the back of my shirt. I couldn’t stop shaking. Fear swallowed every rational thought. I tried to tell myself that I’d be fine, yet my body reacted as if death were standing inches away. The memories of getting beaten, thrown against walls, against the ground, getting slapped, getting punched, kicked, stomped on, getting hit with weapons swirled around me. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t switch off the panic. The fear. It hijacked my body, convincing every nerve that I was in mortal danger. No amount of logic could silence the

*JAMIN* “You look exhausted and you’re limping again so get on.” The Mister drawled. I was sure now that my ears weren’t playing tricks on me. I slowly moved forward and bent, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. The moment my chest touched his back, he hooked his arms beneath my thighs and lifted me with effortless strength. He adjusted his grip, as though my weight barely registered, and continued walking. His shoulders were solid beneath my forearms, every step steady enough that I barely bounced. I could feel the heat radiating through the fabric of his clothes, warm against my chest despite the cool night air. He smelled faintly of cedarwood and clean linen, with the lingering trace of expensive cologne that I was starting to get used to and like. It was subtle, but every time the breeze shifted, it found me again. Heat rushed into my cheeks so quickly it felt as though someone had lit a fire beneath my skin. “Do you want to se

*JAMIN* His hands were under my ass, gripping and shifting me until he was between my spread out legs. My breathing stuttered. He looked up once, eyes dark, then his tongue dragged across his lips like he was about to have a feast. His hand wrapped around the base of me, and then his mouth was there. Just the tip…warm and wet. I gasped, my hips twitching. “Mi…Ahh…”I choke out, already a mess. He didn’t move right away. He just licked at the head, slowly, trying different angles. His tongue circled me once, then again, a little harder this time. He pulled back, glanced up at me, then went in deeper, took a little more, then stopped, he was teasing me so bad. He’s never given me a blow job before so I didn’t know how it felt until this moment. This powerful man was between my legs, my cock in his mouth…this image did things to my brain…things I couldn’t explain. His head started moving faster, deeper. His tongue pressed along the underside every time