First-person perspective ②
On the seventh day of his imprisonment, he came downstairs carrying a bag full of sex toys.
He said, "If I turn you into someone who can't live without Jiba, let's see how she'll still like you."
He thought he was wicked, and he was always smug whenever he got close to me, but he didn't know that I was actually enjoying it.
It felt good when he used the props on me, it felt good when he leaned down and mocked me for being useless, and it felt the best when he got close and his faint fragrance mixed with his body heat wafted into my nose. It felt so good that my scalp tingled, so good that my soul ascended to heaven, and so good that I could ejaculate in less than a minute.
This is not punishment, but the ultimate blessing.
One day, he came to me full of anger, saying that Zhou Die had been depressed all day because of my disappearance.
Finally, he stepped on my foot and fiercely ordered me not to let the snake out.
His expression was fierce, like a cat that had been provoked but wasn't very intimidating. His fair feet were slightly curled at the knuckles from the exertion, revealing a hint of immaturity.
Young master, didn't anyone teach you not to step on people with your bare feet?
Is she flirting with me?
I didn't have a snake, but I still peed.
Yes, I did it on purpose.
The warm liquid stained his obviously expensive trousers.
I was ecstatic, and he was furious.
He grabbed me, his face ashen, and forced me to clean his pants.
I did as he asked, but in the process I "accidentally" touched another part of his body.
The next second, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my hair, his eyes filled with incredulous anger: "You think this will make me let you go? Dream on!"
But he had already ejaculated a moment ago, probably thinking that he might as well use it, and still fed it to me.
We were too close; I couldn't stop trembling, my breathing became heavy and rapid. My mind felt like fireworks were exploding, my soul felt light and airy, as if it were about to float out of my body.
Seeing my expression, he probably thought I was scared, so he patted my face and asked me in a teasing tone if it tasted good.
I had no mind to answer; my throat was dry and sore, yet I still greedily tried to capture every inch of the sensation.
In the end, he got it all over my face, deliberately dragging out his apology, but there was no remorse in his eyes, only a triumphant smile.
I swallowed it all down, bit by bit, right in front of him, without wasting a single drop.
The way he looked at me suddenly seemed like he was looking at a madman. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he sneered and tossed me aside like a dead dog that got in his way.
He's gone, and I'm all alone in the basement again. I can only continue the daily cycle, sitting there in a daze. From a painful family of origin to a mess of interpersonal relationships, in the end, no matter how you go around in circles, it all comes back to the young master.
I wanted to pin him down, tear apart his contemptuous look, and watch him wail and cry, revealing an expression uniquely mine, beyond his indifference and arrogance.
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