EroticReverie

Eve.....One Week Later

Malachi tells me he loves me whenever we're alone, which is most of the time. He doesn't make me say it back, but I have admitted that when he's good to me, I feel something other than the hatred for him I felt at the beginning.

This morning was like all others had been recently...waking up...drinking Malachi's piss for him...then sucking him off till I drank his cum as well. We shower, and Malachi fucks me on the bed, either softly or roughly, which let's me know what to expect for later in the day. I was given it softly this morning. My one mercy fuck for the day, which lets me know however many times he decides to take me today, they will be rough or beyond it. I'm never not sore. Always a constant dull ache between legs , at the very least. And some days it's more sore than others. 

Malachi instructs me to put my hair up today as we get dressed. I do as I'm told. Combing my hair and twisting it up, wrapping it into a neat bun at the drown of my head as he watches me from where he stands pulling on his black button up dress shirt. My nipples perk at the way the corner of his mouth twitches as he watches me. Is my mind broken, or do I truly want his eyes on me like this, do I truly enjoy his long gazes and appreciation of my body. I don't know anymore. I truly don't. The war in my head goes on and on, but it's more silent each day, which scares me. I didn't want to care for him. I didn't want to let myself love a monster. But there were times, that I felt it. Just like he'd said he could feel the way I loved him in certain moments. I don't understand it. Was it me that felt that way? Or was it the version of me he'd broken me into? 

"you are truly precious." he says as my hands lower from my hair when I'm done, standing naked in the middle of his room. 

"thank you." I say softly.

"On your knees." he says , his command firm but soft and I do as I'm told, not only because he demands it of me, but because something inside me, wants to do it. Wants to obey, and needs to obey. 

"Crawl to me slowly , pet" he says and I place my hands to the floor, stepping them forward as I keep my eyes on him, and crawl to his bed where he sits at the end of it. I watch his eyes flick to one of my hips, then the other, following the way they shift as I move myself across his floor. 

"good girl" he says and I lick my lips slightly as I place my hands on my thighs, kneeling before him, his eyes flicking to my breasts and his head going to the side slightly as he looks at them. 

I stay silent as the front of his pants grows as he keeps looking at my breasts, my nipples pinching tighter and tighter, the longer that he stares at them. 

"You enjoy having the worlds sweetest little tits, don't you?" he groans slightly then pats his thighs, and I that's my queue to stand and take my place on his lap. 

I shrug as I stand. "I suppose so Master" I say quietly and he takes my waist in his hands, guiding me to straddle him instead of sit sideways in his lap, so I lift one leg, then the other, my knees to either side of him, and he pushes me down and groans the second my bare pussy pushes against the bulge in his pants. 

"You should enjoy it. Because your precious tits are so fucking sweet Eve" he says, his hands making me shiver as he slips them along my sides,upward, thumbs skimming my ribs and then right under my breasts.

"They're small" I say. Because while I knew Malachi loved them, that men usually preferred them larger, at least large enough to really hold onto. 

"They're very tiny, yes." he says and his thumbs skim over my small tits and over the nipples making me hiss softly. Were they getting even harder? How was that possible when they were already so tight? it was possible because anything Malachi wanted, my body did it. So surely he'd meant to make them even harder. So hard that they hurt. 

"Tiny, like all of you...so perfectly tiny..." he hums and then takes each of my nipples and tugs gently with his thumb and pointer fingers, pinching them gently as I moan and squirm on his lap. 

"Are you going to make a mess on my lap if I keep touching your tiny little tits Eve?" he asks and I nod and he groans. 

"my horny little pet...i've turned you into quite the little whore , havent i?" he asks with a low groan, twisting my nipples gently and I let out a soft cry of pleasure, my head going back slightly.

"Yes Master" I answer him. 

"Mmmm, sweet pet....are you going to soak my pants with your horny little whore pussy while I play with these hard little nipples?" he asks. 

"yes master" I breathe and he groans. 

"Make yourself cum Eve...go on...I want my little whore to cum on my pants and give me need to change them....i want your sweet cunt to soak them Eve....put your little pussy out of its misery and cum for your Master like a good little whore..." he says as his fingers pluck and pinch my nipples and I whimper, my hands hands lifting to his shoulders as my head lifts back up and I look at him as I start to grind against his dick through his pants. 

"Mmmm, sweet little whore, that's it...that's my girl" he groans and then grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my ass as he starts to grind back against me, creating more friction and pressure as my pussy soaks and my clit throbs. 

"you are such a good girl, such a precious little pet" he groans as he looks down, watching my hips buck greedily as I chase my needs against the zipper of his pants. 

"I bet if I kiss that pretty little mouth, you'll cum, won't you?" he asks and I whimper loudly. 

"Yes" I cry. Because Malachi hadn't kissed me on my mouth at all this morning, or the day before.....and he knows ....god he knows what it does to me...the way I fucking melt into nothing over his kiss...depriving me of it intentionally, making me need it more...making me need HIM more...the war in my head is loud, but it's pointless....there's no going back....it's the point of no return....and I know it....he knows it...that he has me exactly where he wants me...his. I'm his. 

"Please" I whimper. "Kiss me please, i want to cum while you kiss me" I beg. 

"you'll cum just like this Eve....like a needy little whore on your masters lap...and nothing more...you'll get your kiss when you earn it pet" he groans and I whimper.

"tell me how to earn it" I cry. 

He grins.  There was no way to earn it. I knew that. He enjoys denying me his mouth, because he knows it's the one thing I truly enjoy, and Malachi....loves to make me hurt...and loves to make me suffer.

I sink my nails into his shoulders and pull myself up, my mouth flying towards his, to steal it, desperate for it and before I can reach him, his hand is at my throat, catching my neck, and stopping me with a wicked grin on his lips.

"Oh , you'll fucking pay for that little one" he growls with delight. "Oh , your're going to pay for it with each one of your holes pet." he promises.

"But first, you're going to fucking cum like you were told." he groans. 

"now fucking cum you little whore"he snarls. His grip tightening on my neck as my mouth parts. My lips burning for his as I gasp for a breath that's slightly hindered by his grip on my throat. My hips buck faster, and I whimper, choking for a breath as he grins at me. My eyes watering. 

"cum, or i'll fuck you exactly the way you hate Eve...by stealing your pretty little breaths" he warns and I whimper, my hands on his forearm, clutching it as my nails dig in and he grips harder, his eyes lighting up with delight as mine go wide with panic.

"you better fucking cum Eve" he warns. "right now" 

I slap at his arm my nails digging and stratching into his shirt, to fucking scared to cum, my body on survival mode, not fucking pleasure mode. How could he expect me to cum when he knows the way i panic when I cant breathe. When he knows it's the one thing he's done that I hate most, even the pain of him absuing my holes to the point I black out. 

"God you're pretty when you're terrified" he groans. Then releases me, and throws me to the side and onto the bed as he stands and I whimper. Pleading and begging, crying. 

But he doesnt hold me down, doesnt continue to choke me or even continue trying to make me give him my orgasm. He just walks over to the dresser at the side of the room and then opens a drawer as I lay there crying and sniffling, my body shaking with the fear of what is coming, or what the hell is in the circular dark red velvet box in his hands. 

"Kneel." He growls through gritted teeth and I choke back my cries as I scramble off the bed and to my knees in front of him, tears rolling down my cheeks. 

He huffs and then grabs my chin gently and then is leaning down, his eyes on mine.

"I will never let you die. You should know that by now. There's no need for you to panic when your life is in my hands." he says. I just nod, but what the hell did he expect me to do when I couldnt breathe? It's my bodies reaction, not mine, he cant train my lungs to not fucking burn when they can't get air. But I don't argue , I just nod.

"I want your pussy wet at all times." he says and I nod. "and i will train it to get wet for me even when I steal the air from your lungs....you will learn to love it...and you'll surrender to it...and that  little pussy of mine , will drip because of it...because i own all of you Eve...including every breath you take...so id I want to steal a few of them...you'll learn to give them to me...and you'll do it with that little cunt only growing wetter for me...do you understand?" he asks. 

I nod , blinking with wet lashes. "Y-yes master" I sniffle and he licks his lips and looks at my mouth. 

"Now stop crying." he says, a knuckle brushing my cheek as I sniffle and he wipes my tears. 

"I prefer your tears only when my cock is inside of you." he says and I nod. Forcing myself to calm down and he stands up straight again.

"I have a present for you , pet" he says, holding the circular red velvet box. 

He hands it to me, and I take it slowly, the soft velvet, smooth and soft against my fingertips as I drag my fingers over the lid.

"What is it?" I ask softly, my lip still quivering as I fight off my little whimpers. 

"Open it." Malachi says and I lift my eyes to him. 

The fact he was giving me a gift, terrified me. Would it actually be a gift for me? Did he even know how to give gifts? What was Malachis idea of a "gift" ? 

"Open it Eve." he says with a smile. But it's not a devils smile, or a wolfs grin, it reminds me of a childs smile of excitement. And I wonder about him as a child. How many smiles like that he mustve not ever had if this is how he turned out. I nod. Smiling back at him and look down to the velvet box in my hands and slowly lift the lid.