I don’t think I’ve ever showered so quickly in my life. I spent more time jerking off than anything else. I've had to ease my baser needs myself. I can’t be hard around Olivia. I want to fuck her every second of every day, but she’s not ready for that. I can’t take advantage of my sweet angel. She’s trying so hard, and doing so well. I only need them to see how good she is. She can do this. She’s still holding back, but she trusts me. She’s even turned on by being my pet.

I’m a sick bastard for enjoying this as much as I am.

Fucking her would only condemn me further. It’s going to happen. It has to happen. But I want her to truly desire it.

I could hear her moaning and panting the second I walked away.

I smile slowly as I dry my hair with the towel. I heard her cum more than once while I stroked myself off in the shower. Even over the pounding of the water splashing against the tile.

I’ve memorized the way she bites down on the tip of her tongue when it gets too much for her body to handle. When she explodes with pleasure and her head falls back, each time it’s because of me. I give her that pleasure. I want to give her more. I need to feel her pussy spasming around my cock and not my hand.

It’s wrong, but I want it. I desperately need to fuck her.

Fuck! I’m rock hard again. Just the thought of Olivia makes me ache for her. Every day she submits to me more and more easily drives me to take her.

She’d let me. I know she would. All I’d have to do is ask. But I don’t know if it’s because she’s just trying to survive, or if she truly wants me. In the heat of the moment, she’d give me anything I asked of her. The beast inside me wants to reward her as a Master should.

Instead I’m being a pussy about it all. This needs to happen. I won't be able to save her otherwise. My hands fly to my hair and grip tightly in frustration. I need to take this to the next step, but it'll solidify something I don’t want.

I wish it didn’t have to be like this.

I know they’ll be here soon. Gabriel’s told me they’ve called more than once to see how she’s doing. I clench my jaw hating how they even know about her.

But that’s the reason she’s here. I can’t forget that. Yet it constantly slips my mind. I'm ashamed that I keep forgetting. The thoughts of everything I've been through, of everything that's been sacrificed, thoughts of James fill my head and I'm quick to shut it all down. I don't want to think about it.

I hear her soft moans and I'm drawn to them. She's a beautiful distraction and so much more.

I drop the towel and open the bathroom door.

I walk out slowly, and look at my angel; my dick stands at full attention when I see her.

Olivia’s on all fours with her ass raised high in the air, just how I left her. I circle the bed and see her hand is holding the vibrator in place. Her arousal’s leaking down her thighs and her entire body is trembling. Without her holding it in, it would have easily fallen out.

“Please,” she begs me.

“Please what, angel?” I ask her calmly, at complete odds with her desperation. I know what she needs. I should replace that vibrator with my dick. That’s what we both need.

“Please,” she moans louder with her forehead scrunched. She doesn’t want to beg me to fuck her. She simply doesn’t want it badly enough. She doesn’t want me. My heart squeezes painfully in my chest, but I don’t give myself time to think about it.

I climb on the bed and ignore my desire to push my dick into her hot cunt. Fuck, I want her. I want her more than anything else. As my hand settles on her lower back, she moves her hand away and steadies herself on the bed, raising her hips so I can take care of her needs.

I gently pull the vibrator out of her heat. She’s so wet and hot. I watch as her pussy clenches around nothing, and I have to close my eyes.

She’s mine. She was given to me. And she agreed to be my slave as long as I set her free when I can.

Mine. Mine to do with as I please. I grip my cock in my hand and slowly open my eyes. She’s fucking gorgeous. Her cheek is pressed to the mattress, and she looks back at me with half-lidded eyes. Her skin is smooth and flushed.

“Tell me what you want angel.” I barely speak the words. My heart hammers in my chest. She turns her head away from me and takes in an unsteady breath. I can hear the words begging to be spilled from her lips. But she doesn’t say them.

She lets out a long exhale with her eyes closed tight. “Please,” she whimpers.

I push two fingers into her hot cunt and stroke against her G-spot with my thumb pressing down on her clit. I'm fighting against my desire and it's a hard battle to win. It doesn’t take more than a few pumps until she’s cumming. I feel her pussy pulse around my fingers and groan. My dick leaks with the need to be inside her. My heart pounds in my chest.

Her head tilts up, and she lets out the sexiest moan with her eyes barely closed.

I pull away from her quickly, before I do anything stupid.

I’ll hold her in a minute. I’ll give her the aftercare she needs.

But first I need a release.

When I get to the bathroom, I close the door and lean my back against it.

My breathing is frantic as I wipe my brow with the back of my hand.

I fucking want her. This is a dangerous game I’m playing. I’m in too deep. But all I want is her.