Page 58 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)

Chapter Forty-Eight

Holly

I wandered into the bathroom. It was the middle of the night from the moon outside the bedroom window, but I hadn’t checked the exact time.

I would need to be up in a few hours anyway to cook Master Mal breakfast. When we were at his house, I had certain contractual responsibilities throughout the day, like cooking, cleaning, and exercising.

He had a home gym that I had full access to, which I was looking forward to using.

Although there would be times when he would require me to kneel while he worked or did something, I liked that he wanted me to sit at the table with him for meals.

Per the stipulation he had added to our contract, meals were our time to just be Mal and Phoebe.

We could talk, laugh, and reminisce without expectations or formalities.

He never called me Phoebe, which I loved.

It was easy to forget the fib that way. Sleeping with my wig on and contacts in was not ideal.

I put eyedrops in and secured the pins in my hair prior to us getting into bed.

I’d been out of it following our session in the dungeon, so Master Mal had forgone the standing instruction for me to cook our meals and had ordered from an Italian bistro down the road to be delivered.

Then we ate on his dungeon floor, naked, with our backs against the wall and our food between us.

Prior to bed, he drew me a bath where we went over daily affirmations.

If I had any punishments, they would also be administered following the bath, but I hadn’t had any yesterday.

The pride I felt at that was immense. It seemed so simple, but it delighted me that I’d pleased Master Mal, that he was proud of me.

On the days like yesterday when I had no punishments, he would give me a throwing dart that I could either collect or use at a later date.

The dart board on his bedroom wall had an accumulation of options from skipping a chore to various positions or treats he could do for me.

Since this was not something he’d had in his room before, he hadn’t had to alter it for me. This dart board was all mine.

I may have blamed my impeccable aim to land on Sit On Master’s Face on beginner’s luck. I planned on landing on Master Talks Dirty Until I Come next time, though I probably should save a dart or two in reserve.

Just in case.

I was washing my hands in the sink when I heard him come into the bathroom behind me. I hadn’t closed the door, because it was one of Master Mal’s rules that I never place a door between us. The exception to that rule was when I showered, so I could take my wig off and contacts out.

He went into the linen closet without saying a word to me as I continued to rinse the soap from my hands. Looking up at the mirror, I caught his dark green gaze as he dropped a washcloth to the counter just before he gripped the back of my neck with a tight fist.

My heart rate spiked as he strong-armed me down.

The water still ran from the faucet with my head inches from it.

My arms bent at my sides as I braced myself on the cool countertop.

With his free hand, Master Mal took my right hand across the sink.

He grabbed the soap dispensing pump, lining it up perfectly with the edge of the counter, and then put my palm on it.

Once my hand was gripping the plastic, he took his right hand and replaced his left at my throat.

His left then stretched my arm out until my palm was flat against the wooden side of the linen cabinet.

He lifted his gaze to meet mine in the mirror before kicking my legs apart into a wide V.

Without a word, he removed his hands from me. I stayed put, understanding despite no verbal command. Stepping back, he admired my form for a long moment. Like he’d carved a sculpture with his own two hands from my body.

Reaching forward, he placed his hand between my legs.

I’d forgotten about the currently dormant egg still inside me until he placed his fingers into my pussy to remove it.

I was so aroused by the spontaneity of this rendezvous that he slid it out easily.

It dropped by my right shoulder into the bowl of the sink.

Since I was not on birth control, nor had we gotten tested, condoms were still required between us.

He opened the vanity drawer by my hip, pulled a foil packet out, and brought it to his mouth to tear open.

My eyes were glued to him in the mirror, my heartbeat somehow amplified by the marble counter under me.

Master Mal rolled the condom down his length and immediately lined himself up at my entrance. My ass raised up in anticipation of him entering me, but…he didn’t. I watched through the mirror as he picked up the washcloth he’d taken out before.

He brought it to my mouth before instructing, “Open.” I did, of course. The soft cotton was placed between my lips. “Scream and come all you want, Little Owl, but don’t you dare spit that out or move your hands and feet.”

Then he surged up inside of me with such force I knew I would still have an imprint of the counter across my abdomen in the morning.