Bought for pleasure

The whore house smells like flesh and sex. The smell travels all the way up to the attic. I scrunch my nose, trying to avoid the smell. Just then, the door to the attic opens and master walks right in.

I haven’t seen master in a few days. Usually, he is a daily visitor. But not recently.

He seems to be on edge, angrier than usual. His eyes flare up as he crosses the room to my side. I’m sitting on the bare floor, with my arms wrapped around my legs. I’m wearing a flimsy slip of a dress that hangs off one shoulder. This dress is strategic. It’s so flimsy, it makes it easy for master to take it off. Like now.

“Anna.” That’s the name master gave me, right after he brought me to the whore house. Since then, I’ve lived to serve him. To service his every sexual whim and desire. I’ve had master melt candle wax all over my skin before. I’ve had him fuck me over the window, baring my chest for the rest of the city to see. It was easily the most terrifying experience of my life. It had also been thrilling.

That’s the thing about master. He comes with equal measures of terror and thrill. He never fails to make my heart race for different reasons.

He drops to his knees in front of me. His fingers work quickly. He takes off my dress straps and the dress pools down my waist.

My chest is naked. Bared before his hungry eyes. He stares at me like I’m a meal for the taking. My small breasts tingle with awareness, remembering how rough he had been last time. Last time, he had squeezed them so tightly, I had feared he was going to rip them right off my chest.

He cups my breasts now. They are way too small so he has to squeeze them hard, to get them to swell up.

“Fuck,” he brings his lips to my nipples. He presses my tits together. This way, he’s able to suck both of my nipples at the same time. He makes wet slurpy sounds with his mouth as he sucks me dry.

He hums with pleasure.

“Take my cock out of my trouser,” he orders. I do as I’m told. I take off his belt and undo his zipper. I reach inside his waist band and pool the stiff cock out. It is of average size. Master’s belly protrudes. It gets in the way of my administration on his cock but I manage.

I stroke him with deft fingers. I’ve mastered how he likes it by now. I pump his cock hard and fast. Master moans. He lets go of my breasts and wraps his fists around my neck.

“Is that the best you can do?” He seethes. And then, he slaps my cheek hard. His blow stings. There’s also a tiny hint of pleasure. He drags me by my neck towards the bed. He handles me like a rag doll.

I wince as I feel my shoulders begin to ache. Laughter travels all the way from downstairs. It’s mixed with the sound of women moaning, as they service the guests.

“You can do much better to pleasure me,” master growls as he presses my head into the mattress. “Your main purpose in life is to serve me Anna. You got that?”

He holds my face down, cutting off my air supply. My nose flattens on the mattress. I can only hope that master doesn’t get carried away this time. The last time he had done this, he had held me down longer than he was supposed to. As a result, I had passed out. Then, he had gone on to revive me by splashing icy cold water on my face. He had called me weak and fucked me right after.

I begin to flail my arms. Master chuckles above me.

“So fucking weak, eh Anna?” His voice is taunting, filled with mockery.

He lets go of my head. I’m struggling to get air into my lungs when he suddenly drags me across his thighs. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

He brings his palm down on my ass cheeks hard. His slap echoes around the room. It rings in my ears, makes my eyes water with unshed tears.

I flinch and move, as if to escape his assault, but he wouldn’t let me.

He seems to be in a punishing mood today. Something had definitely happened to trigger his viscious side today. I would just have to take it and hope it ends as soon as possible.

Master slaps my ass cheeks again. His slap makes a slicing sound this time. I feel my cheeks beginning to throb with pain. Master slaps me again and again.

“Master,” I whimper, trying to make it sound like a moan.

“You like that?” He grabs a fistful of my hair and squeezes tightly. “Tell me you like it.”

“I l-like it, master.”

“I don’t believe you, you fucking cunt. I guess I’ll just have to make you like it.”

He lets go of my hair and slaps my cheek, eliciting another whimper out of me.

His palm descends harder on my butt cheeks. I shut my eyes and squeeze my fists tightly together.

Master runs his fingers around my cheeks, as if to ease the aching pain. “Look at how flushed your butt looks. Like ripened tomatoes.” I hear the grin on his voice. “And you’re wet to boot. I spank you and it makes you wet. You must really enjoy being my special little plaything.”

He is right.

I’ve been kept in the attic for several months and in that time, I’ve learned to adapt to my surroundings. I’ve learned to smile when I suck dick. To moan when I’m being fucked or eaten out. It turns master on; makes him happy. And just like he always says, I live to make him happy.

Like now. Master hoists me on all fours. He steps behind me and rams his meaty cock into my pussy.

Thankfully, I’m wet enough to accommodate all of him. Being fucked by master feels like been rammed with a piece of metal. His thrusts are hard and punishing. He grips my ass cheeks and slaps them mercilessly. With each slap he dishes, my pussy walls clench all around him.

He moans and fucks me harder.

“You’re such a good little slave,” he rasps. “Spread your legs wider for me.”

I oblige. I spread them and he brings his fingers to my clit. He takes the pulsing bud in his fingers and squeezes hard.

I moan loudly, shocked by the pleasure that courses through my body. Master squeezes my clit again. He flicks it a few times, and then he rubs it. He’s fucking me the entire time. His cock makes slapping sounds that permeate the walls of the attic. His grunts of pleasure fill the air.

He cums a few moments later. He spills his seed inside my pussy. After he spills the last drop, he pushes me away from him. I skiddle to the ground. Hot cum drips down my legs.