The Decimation of Mae (The Blue Butterfly) (17 page)

“No,” I whispered. A shudder ripped through me when he
lowered his face towards mine. His breath smelt of the red wine he’d drunk
earlier, a hint of sweet potato tickling my nostrils with how close he was.

“And if I ran my tongue all the way from here…” The tip
of his tongue tickled the skin just under my ear. I swallowed back the moisture
that filled my mouth when he very slowly trailed it along my jawline and down
the centre of my throat. “…To here.” He lifted his eyes to me. “You wouldn’t
fight me?”

I quirked a brow. “Did I just fight you?”

“No,” he breathed as he brought his mouth to my face, his
lips directly hovering over mine. “No, you didn’t. But that tells me nothing.
That just tells me you’re aroused by me, that you wouldn’t protest in the
slightest should I turn you over beneath me and fuck you hard and fast.”

I tried to control the gasp that wanted to escape. I
swallowed it back but that just changed it into a tight whimper. He chuckled as
he slid his hand down the middle of my chest again. “I wonder if your nipples
are hard, Mae.”

I closed my eyes as he slid his palm over my right
breast, his touch incredibly hot. My nipples seemed to reach for him, peaking
under the soft material of my nightdress. He locked me down in his stare as he
slowly traced around my hard bud with the tip of his finger. My body was going
wild, each nerve ending screaming for more, each tiny hair on my body raised in
expectation as moisture saturated my thighs.

I huffed when he pinched my nipple roughly, his thumb and
finger pinching and rolling as my hips involuntary rose towards him in search of
some sort of stimulant.

“I…” I lost control of my words, they shot up my throat
then decided, fuck it, and hurried back down. My mind swayed when he ran his
tongue across my bottom lip and tickled my nipple, barely touching but sending
shots of fire down to my pussy.

“What do you want, Mae?” he whispered over my mouth.

I whimpered, refusing the forbidden words to surface, but
they, like everything else in my life, refused my appeal. “I want you to kiss
me.”

His eyes snapped wider, his stare now stern and heated.
He shook his head and laughed cruelly. “Ahh, lamb, over everything I can do for
you…
to you
, you want me to kiss you?” His words mocked me and I blinked
back the hurt.

“No, I…” I refused the tears that wanted to pool, forcing
them back as I stared at him. “No.” I couldn’t seem to find the words to fire
back at him, to hurt him with so I just turned my face away from his. “Just
rape me and have it over with.”

He reared back, incredulity slapped on his face. “What
the…?” He scrambled from the bed, anger now drowning the softness that had been
in his eyes. “Why are you always so bloody unpredictable?”

Whoa!

Anger flooded me and I shot off the bed. My mouth opened
and closed as his bewilderment floored me. “Do you…? Jesus bloody Christ, you
are unreal!” I ignored the shadow that crossed his face, I was too damn angry.
“I’m unpredictable?
I’m
unpredictable? What the hell do you expect from
me? Eh? You showed me something good inside you three years ago, made me trust
you, even like you, and you turned out to be the very thing my father had
taught me to watch out for. But yeah, as usual, stupid Mae had been blind,
unfocussed on what you really were because
I actually liked you
.” I
stormed towards him when he remained still, his fists by his side, his jaw as
hard as his stare. “You didn’t just take my virginity that night. You took my
life, my soul. You ripped out my heart, tore it to pieces right in front of me.
You left me more than just broken, you left me dead inside. But then… then you
gave me so much more and still, even after you gave, you took.”

Blasts of his breath swarmed my face as he furiously
strove to control his breathing. “And then when you decided to step up your
sick fucking game, you came back. Just when I had the chance to finally leave
this shit fucking God dammed planet, you took my final moments here and
crucified them.” I pushed at his chest, causing him to stumble back slightly.

I was too far gone to stop, my mind racing as words
scurried out in anger. He was right in front of me, virtually nose to nose as I
leaned into his face. “You raped my body, you raped my spirit, you raped my
life and now… now you even rape my death!”

“Have you finished?” He spoke through his teeth, his
voice tight.

I shook my head sadly. “What’s the fucking point? There
is none. Whatever happens, I’m dead. I would have just liked my final moments
to be spent with someone who actually liked me, maybe even… even…”

“Even?” he asked quietly when my sobs choked the words.

“It doesn’t matter.”

I turned my back to him, walking over to the door. He
didn’t stop me from opening it or walking through it. He didn’t stop me as he
followed me along the hallway, nor did he stop me when I walked into the correction
centre.

He stood, regarding me silently when I walked over to the
wooden cross on the wall. I ripped off my nightgown, tossing it on the floor
beside me before I bent and shackled my ankles into the straps at the base of
the cross. I fixed one wrist into the right cuff. “You’ll have to secure my
other wrist.” My voice seemed strange, almost ghostly.

He didn’t move but I could sense him behind me, watching
my strange behaviour. My body was humming in so much pain that I needed more
pain to release it. I needed the splitting of skin and the spilling of blood to
bate the intolerable pressure building through my system. Blood scorched my
veins as it bubbled like a volatile volcano threatening release. “Please… just
fucking finish me.”

I could hear him breathing, the rapid intake and exit of
air through his nose as his rage tickled my sensitive skin. “Come on, Daniel.
You wanna hurt me, then fucking hurt me.”

I closed my eyes when he suddenly appeared and snapped my
other wrist angrily into the buckle. Time seemed to still as slave manipulated
her Master, twisted his emotions until he gave her exactly what she wanted.

I heard him unhook one of the whips from the wall but
still he was silent. My body braced when he shifted behind me. “Hurt me, damn
it,” I begged when nothing happened, when all he did was stand behind me and observe.

The pain was growing unbearable and I needed to do
something quick before my skin ripped open by itself to release the vacuum of
energy crippling me. “FUCKING DO IT!” I screamed. I smiled when words formed in
my head. “Punish me for wanting to fuck my buyer like I never had before. Hurt
me for wanting to take my buyer’s cock in my mouth and swallow his cum just
like I did yours. Make me pay for wanting to ride him hard and brutally.” But
then my treacherous words betrayed me. “Make me bleed for how much I want you
to take me, how desperate I am to take your cock inside me. How much I need you
to fuck me…”

That did it.

The first crack released so many blissful endorphins into
my brain that my eyes rolled and my body sagged in relief. The second and third
strike empowered the ecstasy until all that ruled me was pleasure and calm. The
fourth and fifth made my body pulse with heat as the pain transformed into
arousal.

Each time the slash of leather stole my skin, a rush of
release like never before flowed through me. My belly throbbed, my pussy
pulsed, my nipples swelled. My brain fought to cope with the pain until it no
longer recognised it and masked it as something completely different.

I hadn’t noticed the thrashing had finished until I felt
Master push up against me. My eyes widened when he thrust inside me, his large
cock stretching me wide and burning my internal walls with delicious pain. “You
want fucking, Mae? Eh? Is this what you want?”

His thrusting was animalistic and frenzied, his balls
slapping against the tops of my thighs as he rammed into me. A shiver of heaven
shook my body when he took a large clump of hair and pulled so hard I thought
my neck would snap. “Tell me, Mae!”

The cuffs tore at the skin on my wrists as my Master
refused me any time to register the moment. His banged me harder and harder
against the cross until I finally shifted my face to the side so he didn’t
break my nose. “Yes!”

“You want more?”

“Fuck yes! Give me more, please.”

He didn’t refuse me, he gave me exactly what I wanted,
what I needed. “He can never give you this, lamb. He can never give you what
you crave.”

His words hardly registered as I took the pleasure he gave
me. I jerked my hips back against him, the exquisite rush of pleasure
electrifying me as the action pulled his thick cock deeper inside me.

Pressure starting building again, but this time it was a
hot pressure, an intense throb of sensation. “Oh, God!”

I was instantly snapped out of the restraints and forced
to the floor. “Sula!” he barked as he towered over me.

I turned onto my back immediately, opening my legs to him
as I spread my arms out beside me.

He dropped to his knees between my thighs. My eyes locked
onto his as he shifted over the top of me. My chest stuttered when he forced
himself back inside me. “You’re so fucking tight, little lamb.”

I nodded but didn’t reply as my back arched in instant
delight to the fill of him once again. He watched me, his eyes on my face as he
knelt between my legs and fucked me hard. The position he was in made the head
of his cock scrape over a part inside me that shot a ripple of pleasure through
me every time he stroked it.

My eyes closed as my body prepared itself to let go.
“Look at me, Mae. Look who is inside you. Look at who owns you.”

“You don’t own me,” I growled out defiantly. My words
belied the need. He did very much own me in that moment. I would allow him
anything if he made this intense buzz inside me shift into the surge of bliss I
knew could take over.

But he slowed down, almost stopped. His thrusts were
still hard and deep but the friction was gone. Each slow pass of his cock over
my sweet spot drove me crazy. “I’ll always own you, Mae Swift.” The way he
looked at me caused an eruption of emotion in my chest. “You know why?”

I shook my head. A tear rolled from the edge of my eye
when he stroked his palm softly over my cheek. “Because I’ll be the last person
who is ever inside you.”

“But…”

He thrust hard, causing me to yelp and groan in pleasure.
“Have you ever been loved, lamb?”

Pain reared its ugly head. “Yes.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Not your parents or sister. Have
you ever been in love?”

I shook my head once again. “No.”

His movements inside me deepened but each slow slide of
his cock brought on a new ecstasy when he almost removed himself then slipped
back in just as slowly. I struggled for breath as something shifted between us.
He brought his face lower. “I’m going to kiss you like you’ve never been kissed
before.”

And he did exactly that. The soft way in which he
controlled me burnt a hole through my soul. My mind told me it was all
manipulation, but my heart knew better. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a joining,
a deep connection that snaked through both of us. I felt it seep into him as it
poured into me. His hands framed my face and he tilted his mouth until we were
just one, both of us linked..

“Mae,” he whispered on my cheek when he stiffened and
swelled inside me. Warmth flooded my womb and I shivered, my own climax taking
me as high as him.

A sob erupted from me. It was forbidden but very much a
necessity. It broke the finality of my life. It took my soul and finally
prepared it for what was to come. It had at long last seen gentleness,
softness, an act of pleasure that was given not taken, and now every single
part of me was ready to leave.

“Master,” I whispered into the dark room. I knew he was
with me, beside me. He’d picked me up from the floor after what I could only
describe as ‘our joining’ and took me into his own bed. To say I had been
shocked didn’t exactly cover the emotion that had confused me.

He hadn’t spoken another word and when I’d tried to say
something, he’d just shaken his head, placed a finger to my lips and turned me
over. His firm, warm body had slotted into the curve of my back precisely,
almost as though we had been created to be placed side by side in the world.
And that was all until I had woken moments ago.

“Master,” I repeated almost desperately.

“What, Mae?” His tone was soft as he shifted behind me.
Light blinded me and I whimpered. He shut off the lamp quickly. “Are you having
an attack?”

“Mmm,” I slurred. “It hurts.”

“Wait a moment.”

I squeezed my eyes closed in preparation for the light to
flood, but it never came. Loud grunts filled the silence as Master stumbled
around in the darkness. Faint bangs and curses echoed and if it wouldn’t have
hurt my head to laugh, I’d have been in hysterics at his blind stumbling.

“I’m slipping the door open, the light from the hallway
will filter in but I’ll be as quick as I can.”

His consideration chipped at something hard inside me,
the splinter falling into my lungs and making it difficult to breathe. I
couldn’t work out his sudden change. It was as if he’d had a transplant. I knew
he still didn’t believe me about Tony and if I was honest, I wasn’t sure myself
what to make of it. It wasn’t a matter of hoping he would get me out in time,
worry and anguish built inside me over many things. Lola was a deep fear. I
needed to get her out before it all kicked off and yet I knew, deep down that
she wouldn’t make it.

Tears trickled across my cheeks as I once more saw her
eyes, the piercing blue strength that had carried me through the horrific attack
Master’s father had rained over me. The way she had journeyed the terror with
me, supporting me through every step had me owing her my sanity, although I
wasn’t quite sure how much of it I had left.

A sliver of light broke across one dark wall and I
cringed when it fired shots of pain behind my eyes. Master continued to
struggle in the dark until I felt something soft slide over my head. Fingers
gently manoeuvred a piece of material until a shock of velvet covered my eyes.
“It’s just a blindfold,” he whispered beside me. “Just while I put on the light
to give you your medication.”

I didn’t answer him, it was too painful. My brain blazed,
scorching agony scurrying across my scalp. I felt a slight scratch on my upper
arm and then almost immediately sweet, sweet nectar as every edge of pain
blurred into heavenly oblivion.

Natural light woke me, the soft rays of the morning sun
creeping into the room through the slotted blinds. My head had eased, allowing
me to open my eyes and take stock of the room I was in.

Muted colours painted the walls with matching subdued
grey furnishings. The furniture was sparse, cold and clinical in blacks and
even more greys. No decoration or ornament broke the gloom of the room as I
eyed it sceptically. From what I could see, three doors were the only things
that interrupted the harshness of the room.

“Hey,” Master whispered softly behind me. “Better?”

“Yes.” I turned over until I was facing him. “Thank you.”

He smiled gently. My God, he was so utterly perfect;
breath-taking. His usual angry expression was gone. Instead, a stunning
softness veiled his face, making him almost angelic. His hair was severely
messed, the black strands wayward and wild as his usual puckered brow appeared
soft and smooth. His deep eyes pooled the rich mahogany into a lush, coffee gaze.
His straight nose complimented his thick lips, the soft pink flesh turning
upwards charmingly in his
real
smile.

I reached out and stroked a finger along his chin, the
slight stubble tickling the pad of my finger. His gaze darkened as I touched
him, his eyes blackening as his lips parted. “You should smile more often. You’re
so very handsome.”

He frowned, showing me the customary creased forehead and
the pain that lived on every single feature of his face. “The devil wears many masks,
Mae.”

I smiled at him. “And an angel has many personalities.”

He lifted his fingers to mine, framing my hold on his
face. He took my hand under him and slid it upwards into his hair. “Can you
feel the horns, lamb?”

I laughed softly when he smiled again. “There’s only one
horn I can feel right now, and it’s definitely not on your head.”

His eyes widened before he laughed loudly. “And that,” he
grinned as he tapped my nose, “was the last thing I expected from you.” He
ground his erection into my lower belly with a wicked glint in his eye.

“I’m simply stating facts, Master.”

He smirked and a shiver trickled down my spine as desire
hung heavy between us. “And if I was to say you are wet for me, would that be
stating another fact?”

“Yes.”

“And if I were to lift you up and bury my face between
your legs, drive my tongue hard inside you, I would taste your sweet arousal,
would that be stating another fact?”

My mouth dried and I struggled to sound words. “Yes.”

“And if I were to slide my finger inside your pussy and
stroke that delicious little place inside you, I would make you scream for
more. Would that be stating a fact?”

“Oh God, yes. Very much so.”

He pushed me over until I was on my back and covered me
with himself. His mouth was on mine in seconds, his tongue darting between my
lips to find mine. He groaned when I fought with him, devouring his mouth as I
pulled him closer by his hair. He battled back, his teeth biting as his tongue
fucked my mouth. I lifted my legs, wrapping him between them so I could hold
him further against me. His cock slid deliciously between my thighs, rubbing
over my swollen clit and firing a blast of pleasure through me. I moaned into
his mouth, asking, begging for more.

He pulled back, his eyes hard on mine. “Why?” He looked
shocked at his own question and I frowned.

“Why? Why what?”

“I don’t… It’s just…” He gritted his teeth when the words
wouldn’t voice. He changed route instantly and dropped his face to my breasts.
My back arched when he sucked at my nipple, drawing it deep into his warm mouth
and tracing the edge with the tip of his tongue. My fingers dug into his hair,
holding him in place so he would give me more.

He moved across my chest, placing gentle tiny kisses
along the route until he found my other breast. My body was on fire, the need
inside me increasing until it became unbearable.

“I need you.” It was said with instinct, lust controlling
everything in my system. It took over; craving, searching for its high, hunting
for anything that could give it satisfaction, and urgency demanding the drug
that pleasured. “God, I need you so much.”

His heavy aroused breaths brushed down my belly as he
made his way past my navel, his tongue flicking out to torment on his
adventure. He practically yanked my legs apart. His gaze dropped from my face
until he was staring at the most intimate part of me. I lowered my hands to
cover myself, regretting it immediately when his eyes narrowed and he growled.
“Never hide yourself from me, Mae. That is something I will not tolerate.”

I nodded quickly, moving my hands until they dropped by
my side and I fisted the bed sheet. “Oh!” I cried out when he grabbed my legs
and flung them over his shoulders, the action lifting my hips off the bed and
placing my pussy directly in front of his face.

“Have you ever had a man’s mouth on you, lamb? His tongue
in your tight little cunt?”

I looked down at him and shook my head. The smile that
covered his face could only be described as completely and utterly filthy.

A shudder of pleasure rolled over me when he trailed his
tongue all the way up me. “Oh, shit!” I muttered when he circled around my clit
then suddenly dipped the length of his tongue inside me.

“Watch!” he demanded as he locked eyes with me.

I nodded, watching him furiously eat me. He wasn’t
delicate; he completely destroyed me, his mouth idolising, torturing,
pleasuring, consuming until nothing existed in my head, only a deep-seated fury
to climax.

I grabbed at his head, forcing him to pleasure me,
demanding that he bring me off when I couldn’t take any more.

“That’s it, Mae. Give me what you have.” He growled as my
orgasm ripped into me. Every single muscle cried out in both delight and
torture as my body shifted away from itself. My shoulders and my Master’s
shoulders were the only things supporting me as ecstasy made me fly.

He climbed up my body, placing random little kisses on
his journey up. “And now it’s my turn.” He grinned and watched my face when he
nudged his cock inside me slowly. I daren’t remove my eyes from his as I
watched something slide across his face. His teeth sank into his lower lip,
pulling the plump flesh further into his mouth the deeper inside me he slid. “I
don’t know what the hell it is about you, Mae.”

I lifted my hips to meet his. His deep groan matched my
own as pleasure curled through us both. He started to move inside me, rocking rhythmically
but gently. Each time he pushed in, I pushed towards him, loving the way his
eyes glinted in pleasure as we fucked each other. Tension built in both of us
as the pace increased and we drove one another hard.

He slid his hands under me, holding me to him as he
rolled over. I placed my hands on his chest, my thighs clamping his waist as I
stared at him. “I… I don’t know what to do. I’ve never….”

He slid his palms up my thighs until he was holding my
hips. “Take me whichever way you want, lamb. Instinct will take over.”

Nerves got the better of me and I sat on him,
immobilised. He smiled softly, waiting until I was ready. His cock had buried
even deeper with the position and I shivered when he throbbed inside me. Lust
took control and told my body what to do when I lifted gently off him. He
nodded and groaned when I slowly lowered back down on him. “That’s it, you got
this.”

I began to move faster and harder, taking from him what
my body demanded until I was riding him hard. “Come here,” he ordered as he
gripped my arms and pulled me towards him.

My chest squashed against the deep contours of him, my
nipples rubbing over his short chest hair. He pulled at my backside, opening me
wider to him as he held me still and thrust frantically inside me. I growled
loudly when he slipped a finger into my anus. I had never felt such extreme
bliss, such a thrilling gratification as I rocked back against him. “That’s it,
my darling, take and give.”

He started to finger my arse in rhythm to his cock
fucking my pussy. The overwhelming fullness sent pulses of pleasure around my
body and into my brain, taking my inhibitions and destroying them along with
any pain inside my soul.

Something bubbled inside me, something deep that wanted
to free itself. Unidentified words formed in my mind, pushing at my boundaries
of denial as they tackled the part of me that rejected them. I couldn’t allow
them. They weren’t the truth; I refused to let them be the truth as I searched Master’s
eyes. He didn’t feel it, he would never feel it. I would be leaving this world unloved
and alone.

He shushed me when tears slid down my face. My mind wept
as heartache mixed with pleasure and an orgasm rolled over me, ravishing my
body in ecstasy as my soul sobbed in sorrow. Despair blended with rapture when
he yanked me harder onto him and filled me with himself. “Fuck!” he cried out
as his climax unexpectedly hit. “Fuck… Mae.”

I pushed onto him, draining every drop from him as a sob
of sorrow brought back memories. His sperm mocked me as it reminded me.

“I…” I shook my head angrily and climbed off him.

“Mae?”

I was so confused as my orgasm still held my body in a
shiver of pleasure, but my mind reminded of my hatred towards the only man who
had ever given me pleasure. I couldn’t control the fight of emotion inside me. He
hurt me but he thrilled me, he lit my body up as the disease darkened it and he
fed my heart as cancer destroyed my brain.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” I whispered,
refusing to turn around. I didn’t want to see his face when I told him.

“Mae?”

I heard him shuffle behind me. I stiffened when he gently
took my shoulders and tried to turn me around.

“No, I can’t…”

“What is it? Tell me.”

“I…God damn…” My heart was screaming at me to tell him as
my mind told me to shut the fuck up. I didn’t know what would become of my
truths. Would it cause deeper despair or could I leave knowing that I had done
the right thing?

“Are you scared?”

I turned to him. “Of death?”

“Yes.”

“Not especially. I’m terrified of dying in pain but as
for the actual thing, then no. I’m ready for whatever comes after… this.”

His expression saddened, and I softly cupped his face. He
nuzzled into me and kissed the palm of my hand. “I’ve never…” I waited for him
to continue but he shook his head and smiled. “If you had the choice and could
decide your own fate and leave when you want to, would you?”

I nodded. “Yes. That’s what frightens me, having no
control over it. I want to go on my terms. I’m ready and waiting, and while God
prefers to play with my life, the lingering is crippling me.”

He placed his hand over mine. “Your strength astounds me.
Your acceptance and understanding aches at me. I know why you never fought,
lamb, why you accepted your fate and prepared for it, and I wish beyond
anything that there was something in this life that could have made you fight
and hold on.”