Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1

... didn’t understand what he was talking about. Bowing her head she blurted, “Master, this one can please Master anyway he wishes. This one has been trained, Master.” “You have?” She looked back up, nibbling her lip. His eyes were looking her over slowly. Again, a strange flutter surged through her lower tummy to throb between her legs. “Yes, Master. This one can please you anyway you wish, Master.” His eyes widened a bit before he cocked a brow. “And have you had allot of practice pleasing other masters?” She felt her face heat up and twisted her fingers together. “N-no Master,-not really. This one was holo-trained, Master.” “This one.” It wasn’t a question. More of a statement said with a deepening frown. He looked displeased and to her horror, she felt her eyes begin to well up. He was going to reject and abandon her…again. “What’s your name?” “Master, whatever you choose, Master.” His scowl deepened. “What was the name given to you by your father?” She blinked up at him, her memories going far back…to a very dark-dark place. Her shoulders hunched more. “Rayanalideepadoonamalakeinayane Nalapeedoo—“ “Stop,” he snapped rubbing his temples. “Fuck.” Her heart raced and she dropped down, wincing when her tender bottom hit the ground. Obediently, she spread her legs and waited for him to mount her. He opened his eyes and frowned in confusion before looking down at her again. His face screwed into a perplexed grimace. Was it the wrong position? Oh-no. Why would she think her ...

... beautiful Master would want to mount her facing her? Why was she so stupid? Quickly, she turned over on her knees, ass in the air and head pressed to the rocky ground and waited. “What are you doing?” he asked still sounding confused. Rayne blinked, tensing up. “Does Master not favor this position either? How would Master prefer this one?” “Would you stop referring to yourself in third person, and you’re not my slave.” Rayne flopped back over to stare at him in horror. “And don’t give me water-works either. I don’t do virgins, and I don’t keep slaves or submissives.” He was rejecting her because she wasn’t broken in yet. “Oh, please, Master—“ He closed his eyes, hands raking through his wet hair in agitation. “No begging either. I found you and freed you. End of story,” he finished slashing one hand through the air dismissively. Rayne shook her head. “I do not want freedom. I need to belong. How will I survive?” “The way you’ve been surviving for the past months since I freed you.” He reached down and hoisted her up, hands almost hurtful. “Look at you. You’re just a tiny thing. And you want to be mine? Are you out of your ever-loving mind? You have no idea what I am.” “I can eat more and grow bigger,” she said in a small voice. Though she’d never be as glorious as Anniel, the dark-skinned she wolf mated to the scary-looking death angel called Ashriel. “Please-please give me a chance,” she wailed throwing her arms around his neck. His gaze softened and he leaned down close, his mouth ...