His Property

Master or Daddy?

Roze was awake. But she didn't want to see him...not right now. Not with the memory of last night still teasing her. 

Kneeling at his feet, Roze peered up at Warren with wide eyes as he grabbed the back of her neck. Kissing her hard on the mouth, Roze moaned as he tongue dominated her mouth, his rough hands holding her neck. When he pulled back, Warren grinned at her teasingly, "You're pressing your legs together. Do you want me to ease that ache you feel?" Roze slowly nodded. 

Warren pulled her up by her waist, kissing her deeply as he pulled her on to his lap. Kissing her gently, he whispered, "I'm going to stroke this little p***y through your panties? Is that okay baby?" Roze nodded and he laid her back against his chest as he pushed her legs apart. Her skirt came up and she gasped when he began to play with the little wet patch in her pink lace boy shorts. "Such a naughty girl, getting so wet for me. I bet you'd love if I tongued this little p***y, my tongue licking up all those sweet juices" 

Roze whimpered as he began to play with her wet panties, her body shivered as he kissed her neck groaning out, "You feel so good, I bet it'll feel even better inside of you." Roze jumped when he tried to touch her under her panties, "My p-panties stay on. And you stay out." She whispered in fear, Warren kissed her deeply making her legs shake as he touched her lace-covered clit. "That's fine baby..." 

He kissed her until her mouth was a pouty, swollen red. Her eyes low with lust as her body tightened like a bow. "f**k I want to watch your face, c*m for me. c*m now." Warren ordered making her look at him as she moaned loudly, her back arching as she came for him. 

Warren had groaned and whispered, "What a good girl. Such a good girl." He rubbed her back as she laid her head on his shoulder boneless and sated. Warren nodded and whispered, "Time for bed."  

Roze couldn't face him. 

He had knocked her world off-kilter last night, the pleasure of him sending her into a state of euphoria had been unbelievable. She had never once thought for a second she could or would want to experience pleasure from a man. But she had, and she enjoyed it.

But she circled back to the fact, he had bought her. And in some twisted perverted way that was the core reason what she had been sold. To be used for s*x. 

How did she know this whole nice guy, sweet-talking, spoiling, and prince charming routine, wasn't just a trick he had perfected? A cruel devastating blow that the fairy tale ending he had promised after a life of misfortune was never going to happen. 

Sighing Roze rolled over quickly when she heard footsteps. "Sweetie?" Mrs. Madeline called out worried, "Um, I'm not feeling well," Rose lied and in knowing this Mrs. Madeline let her, "Okay love." When she was gone, Roze grabbed her tablet and pulled up Netflix for a hermit-like stay in her room for the day. 

When Mrs. Madeline came down and told Warren she wasn't feeling well, Warren called bullshit. He started to storm upstairs, and demand answers, but Mrs. Madeline grabbed his hand, "Don't! You'll scare her and you know why she's scared! She doesn't understand! You should have talked to her BEFORE you touched her." 

Mrs. Madeline sighed before gently putting her hand on his shoulder, "I know you care for her, but you have to teach her before...before you and her go any further. Or you'll hurt and confuse her." 

Nodding Warren left out that morning feeling like crude. He had been having a good morning, he had been having a hot s*x dream about Roze but those were almost regular nowadays. He jerked off and got dressed before sitting at the table waiting for her to come down. Only for her to not come down...

Warren was beastly all day, scaring his friend and apprentice into hiding until someone, probably one of the crying secretaries, called his best friend. Dexter dragged him out of the office and they got in the boxing ring at one of their favorite gyms. 

When they were in gym shorts, and their hands gloved, they went a few rounds until Warren was operating on a lot less high frequency. Dexter looked at his friend amused, "Dude you're spiraling. I know that the last...relationship you had went south. But that doesn't mean this one will. Not EVERYONE likes what we like, but some accept it, some learn to find their place in it." 

Warren sighed, "She's ignoring me now. She doesn't want what I want, it scared her." 

Dexter yawned thoroughly exhausted, "Dude you don't know that! For all you know she's scared of the tent you had in your pants and didn't know what to do with the anaconda." Warren sent Dexter a look making him crack up before he noticed the look on his friend's face and grew serious, "Did she hesitate to do as you told her?" 

Warren shook his head, "No. She had did it like...like she trusted me." Dexter grinned and shook his head, 

"She might. You haven't hurt her, you didn't push her." Warren grinned a little, "I punished her." Dexter sat up shocked, "Whoa wait back the f**k up! When?" Warren shook his head, "She handed two of my maids their ass' when they tried to come at her with their jealous, b***h attitudes. I spanked her for it, even though I found it hot. You should see the footage." 

Dexter chuckled, "Damn, she sounds...interesting. Different from..." Warren nodded knowing who he was referring to, "She is." 

Warren fell back on the matt and groaned, "I'm so fucked." Dexter nodded with a big smirk, "Yep. But the real question I have is do you want her to call you Master or Daddy ?" 

Warren punched him.