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His Sweet Slave Pt. 7

The visceral connection between Ruby and Laurence intensifies.

Laurence and I end up cocooned in the California king bed on top of the luxurious lilac comforter for the rest of the evening. With my face buried in his broad, masculine chest and his fingertips tenderly caressing my soft, porcelain skin, I feel like I’m suspended in a beautiful, perfect dream that is too amazing to be true.

Ironically, my thoughts seem to be corroborated the next day at work when I dart out of my little office to make a coffee break and see a stunning blonde with otherworldly green eyes, picture perfect curls and flawless makeup that enhances her already model face. My entire body freezes in place as recognition dawns on me; this ethereal, gorgeous woman is Laurence’s ex-wife.

A sad smile dawns on her beautiful face as she passes me by and nods. Sure enough, she stops right before Laurence’s door and to my complete shock, the door opens and he lets her in.

So he knew of her arrival, I think to myself as my stomach churns in fear and anxiety. My mind immediately conjures the night where I was admiring the portraits in his apartment and how his eyes shimmered with sadness and hidden love when he confessed that the portraits were of his ex. It had been so painful to see the anguish written all over his handsome face because deep down I knew that a part of him still ached and mourned for her.

I’ve never had alcohol during work in my life, but today I consider it to be an understandable exception. My entire body is shaking as I leave the office right in time for lunch and I decide to go to the pub right across work. Perhaps this isn’t the best way to deal with my paranoia and fear over this sudden, inexplicable situation, but I am completely determined as I walk to the bar, sit down on the stool and ask for a scotch on the rocks.

“Tough day at work?” the androgynous yet attractive bartender asks me as she prepares my drink.

“I am probably overreacting, but I don’t know.” I cover my face with my hands and shake my head. “I just really need some alcohol in my system right now to quell the horrible anxiety.”

“I hear ya, baby girl.” The gorgeous bartender nods solemnly and quickly prepares my drink. “Don’t feel guilty. Sometimes a good shot of scotch is the perfect medicine to get back into shape.”

“Thank you,” I gratefully say as I take out my wallet. “How much do I owe you?”

The bartender winks at me and shakes her head. “It’s on the house, baby doll. Enjoy.”

My cheeks flush profusely as I slowly put my wallet away and shiver as I imagine this sexy, kind and androgynous bartender pinning me against the wall and whispering filthy things into my ear as her hand wanders down to my aching, molten core…

Much to my surprise, I guzzle down the scotch like it’s water, which elicits an impressed whistle from the bartender. Euphoria replaces the fear percolating in my stomach as I wink at the bartender and make sure to flip my hair in a provocative way.

Muchas gracias,” I say. “I’ll be sure to come back very soon for another shot of scotch.”

She grins enthusiastically. “I’ll be sure to be here, baby doll. I hope you feel better.”

I certainly feel a lot better with the smoky, delicious scotch swimming in my system. Even as I pass by Laurence’s closed door, I don’t feel an ounce of crippling anxiety or fear. I head straight to my office and immediately get back to work, feeling determined to keep my emotions at bay so that I can focus on the work in front of me. When I hear the knock on the door, nausea claims my stomach again, forcing me to shudder as I unwillingly stand up and answer the door.

“Hello,” I say rather tersely as I stare at Laurence with a blank expression. “Is there something that you need?”

Laurence and I are so connected that he immediately notices my uncomfortable state. He brings his hand to my left cheek to caress it and I immediately close my eyes as tears threaten to escape them.

“My beautiful girl,” he gently says. “What’s wrong?”

I feel like I should be enraged and furious. And perhaps I have a right to be. But Laurence doesn’t deserve inane theatrics, especially at the workplace. So instead of throwing a fit where everyone on the floor can hear my dramatics, I take a deep breath and open my eyes to face him.

“May we speak in your office?”

“Certainly.”

Once we’re in the privacy of his office, I feel the tears finally stream down my cheeks. My throat tightens and for a moment, I am paralyzed by a mixture of utter fear and sadness. Fear of the probability that I am losing Laurence. Sadness over the fact that such a beautiful, raw relationship was so short lived.

“Listen, Laurence,” I say in a low, urgent whisper. “I love you. I love you so much, it actually scares me. I’ve never loved someone like I love you. I really don’t deserve someone like you.” I pause as my voice breaks and my throat tightens even more. “I love you so much that I would never want you to be unhappy. If that means letting you go so that you can be with the person that you truly love, then I would do it in a heartbeat.”

The next few moments are filled with so much tension and raw, palpable emotion that I find myself swaying, nearly falling over from the sheer emotion. Laurence quickly rushes over to me and holds me tight, tighter than he ever has, as if he is afraid that I am going to disappear into the ether and he will never see, touch or taste me again.

“Ruby,” he firmly says. “Please, sit down. I will explain everything.”

Nodding, I slowly sit on the chair directly across his desk and patiently wait for him to sit down on his leather chair. Once he gets situated, a ragged sigh escapes him before he begins to speak.

“I suspect that you saw my ex-wife come into the office. Yes, I knew that she was coming to visit me. The matter of her visit, though, was a complete surprise to me. She lied to me, saying that there were some unresolved business matters between us. She told me that there was an old debt that had been accumulated between the both of us that needed to be resolved, but when she came into my office, she immediately tried to kiss me and started professing how much she misses me and how she wants me back.”

My entire petite body goes numb as my chest clenches and my mind shuts down. She still loves him. He still loves her. They are going to get back together.

“I won’t lie to you, Ruby. The thought of reconciling with my ex-wife passed through my mind. But then I smiled when I thought of you half a millisecond later. I didn’t just think of the sumptuous, exhilarating sex that we have nearly every day. I thought of the visceral connection that we have, a connection that I never held with anyone else, not even with her.” He pauses and then says, “I love you with all my heart, Ruby. I told her that I’m in love with the perfect woman and that no one or nothing will change my mind.”

I’m in a state of shock as I stare at the desk before me. Laurence chose me over the beautiful goddess that is his ex-wife. The reality of the situation is still sinking into my conscious mind as Laurence stands up and walks over to me.

“I was going to wait until we got out of work, but I can’t sustain my impatience any longer. I have a surprise for you and it’s waiting at my apartment. Shall we go?”

*

I’m still in a catatonic state as I sit in the backseat of the cab with Laurence firmly holding my hand. Part of me can’t comprehend why he chose me, someone far less beautiful and enthralling than his ex, and the confounding question gnaws at me all the way to his apartment, where I am still extremely insecure and anxious. I know that Laurence notices my demeanor, but he doesn’t comment on it until we arrive at his apartment.

“I know that I haven’t convinced you yet,” he says. “So I’m really happy that I went out and bought this for you yesterday. Wait here and I’ll be right back.”

My entire body feels cold as I nod and quickly sit down on his black leather sofa. You don’t deserve him, you never did, the cruel, loathsome side of me whispers to myself as I patiently wait for him to return. When he steps around the corner and walks toward me with a rectangular gift box, though, I feel my eyes widen and my throat tighten yet again.

“My sweet slave,” he says as he sits down next to me, opening up the box gracefully. “I knew you were mine the moment I set my eyes on you. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I owned you. I’m not a fan of those silly, chunky collars. A beautiful submissive woman like you should be wearing nothing but the best. I hope that you like it.”

He hands me the plush dark blue box and I gasp as I set my gaze on the simple yet stunning silver necklace with a silver heart that has the initials L.M. engrained in it.

I find myself crying yet again and I carefully slip it out of the box to hand it over to Laurence before I pull my hair up.

“Master, may you put it on me?”

“Certainly.”

He wraps it around me and locks it in place and I quickly turn around to kiss him passionately. All of my thrumming sadness and fear quickly morphs into pure, unfiltered desire as I pin him against the couch and force a moan from him when I thrust my hips against his erection jutting against his slacks and gently nibble his lower lip.

“Master, please allow me to worship you with your suit on,” I whisper ardently against his sexy lips.

“Ruby.” He moans as I gently suck and lick his sensitive neck. “I’d prefer to shower before you worship me. That way I am all clean for you.”

“I would worship you regardless. But if you prefer to shower and put on your sexy suit again, I can patiently wait here.”

“Mm. Good little slut.” He firmly grabs my ass and slaps it, coaxing a delicious shudder and moan of pleasure from me. “What if I want you to join me in the shower? There is nothing sexier than shower sex. Even as we do salacious things to each other, we will still be clean after it. Then you can worship me in my suit.”

My womb throbs in absolute yearning. “God, that sounds so fucking sexy. I want you to fuck all of my holes as hard as you want. I want you to fuck me so hard, I can feel it tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t worry, my little minx. I am going to make sure I fuck all your slutty little holes so well until you’re screaming and shaking. Let’s get undressed and go to the shower.”

“Okay, Master,” I excitedly say as I follow him.

I’ve never had shower sex before, so I’m definitely intrigued by the possibilities of what kind of scintillating, kinky sex we can have together in there. With our warm, slick bodies rubbing against each other, I just know that it won’t take me long to come so hard from Laurence.

Once we’re in the bathroom, we quickly undress and Laurence starts the shower. I wish that I could just sit back and savor the delicious sight of him lathering himself in soap, but I want to be a good girl and fulfill his orders. I swear that Laurence is a mind reader, though, because he looks over at me as I am slipping out of my black panties with a sexy smile.

“Something tells me you’d rather watch me clean myself first before you hop in?” he asks in a sexy rumble.

“God, yes. But I might be a bad girl and start touching myself. You are just too sexy, Sir. I wouldn’t be able to contain myself.”

“You are never a bad girl for masturbating, my sweet. I am not a super controlling dom that doesn’t allow you touch yourself without my permission. When I stumbled into my office and found you furiously touching yourself while whispering my name, I almost came from the mere sight.”

I moan. “Thank you, Master. I will make sure to come so hard for you.”

“Good girl. I am going to step into the shower now. Feel free to come as many times as you want.”

I bite my lower lip as I avidly watch him enter the shower, which has two showerheads on opposite sides. My cunt immediately begins to pulsate with unabated desire as he turns on the water and closes his eyes as the warm, steady stream of water glides over his firm, taut and sinewy body. I immediately bring my right hand down to my drenched labia to glide my middle finger through the slick, pink folds that are begging to be touched and ravaged by Laurence. I lean against the sink counter as my fingering becomes more insistent and greedy. For some reason, watching Laurence shower, which is such an intimate, private act, makes me feel much closer to him. And I know that he loves being watched by the mere fact that his cock is fully erect, jutting proudly against his firm, toned stomach.

“I love you so much, Master,” I whisper in a lustful daze as I fuck myself harder. “I love being your sweet, obedient slave.”

“I love you, too, my sweet Ruby,” he says as he grabs the bar of soap and lathers it all over his firm, sinewy body. “I love how we can fuck like animals yet kiss each other so tenderly. I love how cum hungry you are and how willing you are to worship all of me.”

His words only entice me further. I swear that his erotic, sensual words and brimming aura flood me with even more liquid heat. I intently stare at him as I fervently fuck myself, loving the way that the soapsuds glide over his firm body and how his beautiful cock is so hard and throbbing because of me. When his hand wanders over his hardness, a tiny moan escapes me as I feel my clit throb in ardent protest and my womb tighten in absolute need.

“My little whore needs my cock in all of her tight little holes,” he says as he glides his soapy hand over his wet cock. “I’m going to press your back against the shower wall and you’re going to bounce on my cock until you squirt that delicious pussy juice all over me. You’ll still be shaking with pleasure when I turn you around and slip my big cock all of the way inside of that tight little ass. Making you my personal little cum bucket.”

His words trigger me as a ragged moan escapes me and my eyes flutter shut before I violently squirt, creating a tiny pool around my feet. Laurence growls and brings his hand around to his backside, making sure to stare at me the entire time.

“Cleaning myself so that my little cum slut can tongue fuck me just the way that she loves. Burrowing her hot, warm tongue deep inside of my ass as I jerk myself off.”

That second heady image coaxes a second orgasm out of me, forcing even more cum to squirt out of me. I am so turned on that I am shaking from literal arousal. Laurence notices how turned on I am and grins at me.

“Now it’s your turn to get clean. Only I will personally do it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I quickly join him in the shower and let out a tiny gasp at the refreshing, powerful jets of water cascading over me. Laurence immediately pulls me toward him, forcing me to look deeply into his beautiful, emerald eyes before he kisses me with so much zest. My taut, sensitive nipples graze against his toned, slick chest and his erection rubs my lower stomach earnestly as I feel the crescendo of lust swell within me until it feels like I’m going to implode.

“Master,” I whimper as he slowly glides his soapy hands all over my petite, thin frame. “You make me feel so amazing.”

“There is so much I want to do to you,” he rasps into my ear. “I want to take you to a sex club and face fuck you while strangers watch. I want to finger fuck you in an elegant restaurant and feel your cum flood my hand, then make you lick every digit, forcing you to savor your sweet essence.”

“I would do anything you want, Master,” I hastily say. “Those two scenarios sound amazing. May I request one of my own?”

“Of course, my sweet.”

It’s so hard to concentrate with his large, masculine hands roaming all over my petal soft, porcelain skin. “I still want you and James inside of my tight little pussy at the same time.”

He groans as his hands wander down to my cute, perky ass, making sure to squeeze them tightly as he massages the soap into my skin before he slides his wet, lubricated middle finger inside my tight entrance. “How about two cocks stuffed inside your pussy and one balls-deep inside of this beautiful tight ass?”

My eyes literally roll back in my head. “I think I would die of pure pleasure, Sir.”

“Mm. Was there anyone you connected with yesterday in your little rendezvous?”

I immediately think of Dmitry and the undeniable connection and chemistry we seemed to have. “Yes. The raven-haired one, Dmitry.”

“Good choice. He is a true gentleman. And a real dom. Not like the other fakes.” He gently glides his finger out of my tight entrance. “I completely forgot in my excitement to ask you to perform an enema before we hopped into the shower. Perhaps my little whore will have to wait until later to get her ass filled with cum.”

A tiny giggle almost escapes me. “I am a patient sub. For now, Master can own my two other holes.”

“Yes, I will,” he huskily says as he washes my highly sensitive mound. “It was so fucking hot seeing you with my five friends yesterday. You were such a good girl. I got texts from all of them today saying how I am such a lucky bastard for having such a genuine submissive beautiful woman.”

My cheeks flush in response to his confession. “Oh, wow. I’m not that great, though. I’m just me. This is the way I naturally am.”

“Don’t downplay yourself like that, Ruby.” He gently nibbles the smooth curve of my neck. “You are an ethereal goddess. Understood?”

I quickly nod. “Yes, Sir. Thank you for saying that about me.”

“I only say the truth, my sweet. Mm. Now that we are all nice and clean, I can finally do what I’ve been waiting to do all day.”

He surprises me by kneeling before me and firmly resting his large hands on my hips. The moment his wet, decadent tongue slides up my petal lips, a tiny tremor takes control of my entire body. A muffled moan escapes him as his warm, slick tongue flickers in and out of my drenched folds until the brimming pleasure is too much and I have to hold onto the sides of his head because I am shaking that badly.

“M-master,” I stutter as my womb throbs in warning. “If you keep doing that, I am going to come so hard.”

His response is to stick his tongue inside of me as I ride his face with urgent, needy thrusts until the pleasure is too exquisite and I come right into his mouth, squirting my cum down his throat. My entire body is violently shaking and tiny whimpers are escaping me as he quickly stands up, wraps his right hand around my neck and brings his mouth to my own to kiss me. To my complete surprise, he feeds me some of my own cum, which is a perfect balance of sweet and salty. When he hears me gulp down my own cum, it elicits a guttural groan from him once he pulls away from me.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he huskily whispers. “Your cum is so addicting.” He tightens his grip on my throat and forces a heady moan from me as he rubs the thick mushroom head of his cock against my swollen, sensitive sex. “I’m going to fill up this pussy with so much cum,” he whispers into my ear. “It’s going to be dripping out of your tight little hole. Grab onto my shoulders, my sweet.”

I quickly wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and gasp when I feel his strong arms encircle my small waist before he effortlessly lifts me up. His thick, long, beautiful cock glides inside of me as I wrap my legs around his waist and he roughly pins me against the slate grey granite shower wall.

“Fuck me like the whore that I am, Master,” I whisper into his right ear. “Fuck me as hard as you want. Don’t hold back.”

He seems to love my words because he utters a delicious, primal growl before he roughly thrusts into me, forcing a gasp from me. My little cunt seems to really love this position because I already feel on the verge of a powerful orgasm as his cock rubs my highly sensitive G-spot. Bouncing up and down on his long, fat cock as water sluices down our bodies is so fucking sexy and I find myself tilting my head back and closing my eyes before Laurence forces my eyes wide open by slapping my right cheek.

“Look at me while I fuck you, my little slut bucket,” he says as his thrusts become harder and more insistent. “Don’t you dare close your eyes as you come on my big, fat cock.”

My entire body quivers as he slams into me with every fiber of his being, fucking me so hard that I forget everything else but him and me in this present moment. With the luscious, wet sound of his cock slipping in and out of my tight, drenched cunt and his beautiful forest green eyes boring into my soul, I find myself crumbling already, succumbing to yet another delicious, ardent climax.

“Laurence,” I whisper as I gaze deeply into his eyes filled with potent lust. “I love you.”

My body involuntarily jerks away from him as my cum gushes out of me in a thick stream, splashing on the shower floor. He firmly frames my face with his hands and kisses me voraciously before he carefully sets me down.

“I love you too, my beautiful little slut,” he gently says. “Now turn around so that I can fuck that little cunt even harder and fill it up with my hot cum.”

I moan in anticipation of feeling him fill up my pussy with his warm, decadent semen. I quickly turn around and gasp as I feel his cock slide inside of me before he starts fucking me with hard, urgent thrusts that have my breasts swaying and my mind reeling from sheer pleasure. He brings his mouth to my right ear and gingerly bites on my earlobe, eliciting a carnal moan from me as the succulent sound of his heavy balls slapping against my wet skin echoes throughout the bathroom.

“After I fill up this slutty little pussy with my cum, we are going to get dressed and we are going to play with some of the special toys that I bought just for you. And I’ll be sure to wear my nicest suit for you.”

I moan in response as he brings his luscious mouth down to the sensitive arch of my neck where he suckles and bites on the tender skin, eliciting a flood of arousal from my cunt. He brings his left arm around my neck and adds light pressure to my airway before he brings his right hand down to my swollen, puffy clit.

“Come with me, my luscious fuck doll,” he raspily whispers into my ear. “I want us to both come together. Come all over my cock.”

“Master,” I pant as he skillfully strokes my little clit. “Please talk dirty to me. I need your sexy voice and words.”

He hisses into my ear and says, “I can’t wait to drain my balls into this slutty little pussy as it tightens around my cock, squeezing every drop of cum from me. Your legs will still be shaking as you kneel before me to rim me while I jerk myself off and come all over your beautiful face.”

“Fuck!” I shudder as my legs violently tremble. “Master, I am so close!”

I scream as he fucks me harder with more primal thrusts that have me salivating for his delicious, intoxicating seed. His grip on my neck intensifies and the scintillating sound of us deliriously fucking reverberates throughout the bathroom until he groans and his thrusts become even more urgent and insistent. His breathing turns ragged and labored as his entire firm, masculine body tenses behind me.

“Come with me, my sweet slave,” he tautly whispers into my right ear. “Come all over your master’s cock.”

My body can’t help but surrender to his delicious, dominant words as my little pussy contracts around his big, thick cock. With my cunt squeezing his cock like a vice, he utters my name in a ragged whisper before he goes completely still behind me and pumps his thick jets of white hot cum deep inside of my womb. It feels so amazing to share such a visceral, powerful orgasm with him, which is only enhanced by the love and devotion that we have toward each other. He tightly holds me against him for a full minute, loosening his grip on my neck, before he kisses my cheek and slips out of me. I quickly kneel before him and eagerly look up at him as anticipation courses through me.

“Please allow me to worship all of you, Sir,” I eagerly whisper.

“Mm. Certainly, my sweet girl.”

I eagerly wrap my hands around his hips as he spreads his legs for me and I nimbly position myself underneath him so that he is straddling my face. He gasps when I eagerly suck on his heavy testicles, swirling my warm, wet tongue around them as I carefully slide my middle finger inside of his tight entrance.

“Oh fuck,” he says as he slowly starts to stroke himself. “I could come so hard with you doing those two things at once.”

I’ll keep that in mind for next time, I think to myself as I slowly slip my finger out and quickly replace it with my loving, devoted tongue. A visceral moan escapes him once my long, warm and wet tongue slides fully inside of his tight entrance until his balls are resting against my nose. I love hearing his exquisite moans of absolute pleasure as I lovingly tongue fuck him and he rides my face, forcing his balls to rub against my nose. I make sure to flicker my tongue in and out of his tight ass and I can’t deny the arousal that is seeping from my ravaged cunt as I worship Laurence in the most intimate way.

“Ruby,” he murmurs my name. “Keep fucking my ass like that and I’m going to come so hard.”

My response is to tongue fuck him even faster and harder until he’s panting and I can hear his hand quickly moving up and down on his wet cock. I love the way that he tastes and the way he surrenders under my submissive touch. I love being able to take away all his sadness and hurt and transform it into pure, unfiltered exquisite pleasure. His thighs shudder violently and I can feel his opening tighten around my tongue before his entire body tenses.

“I love you, Ruby,” he tautly says before he groans. “Fuck!”

I keep my tongue deep inside of him as he comes with jerky, uncontrollable thrusts. Once he’s spurted all of his hot seed, I slowly pull away from him and smile up at him.

“I love you, too, Master,” I passionately say.

“God,” he says as he caresses my wet cheek. “You wore me out, my beautiful girl. I’m sorry, I think we’ll have to wait until later if you want me to dominate you in my suit. You made me come so hard twice in a row.”

I wrap my arms around his narrow waist and nuzzle his toned, slick flesh. “Thank you for allowing me to worship you, Master.”

 

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