Part 7

After Haley left, I lay back on my mattress, trying to get some sleep before Master returned. It was an incredible feeling to have such a warm blanket, and I felt deeply grateful to him for letting me keep it. I pressed it against my nose, taking a deep breath to smell its scent, the scent of my Master.

I wrapped myself in the blanket, letting its soft warmth envelop me as my mind replayed everything that had happened. The mix of emotions, from jealousy to the unexpected connection with Haley, continued to stir in my thoughts. However, at that moment, the blanket and its scent provided a refuge. It was as if, in some way, I was closer to him, even in his absence.

As sleep began to overtake me, I snuggled deeper into the blanket, imagining his arms wrapping around me as I sank into a deep slumber.

I woke up feeling his presence near me. His scent was unmistakable and comforting. Before I could turn around and greet him, I felt his hand covering my mouth and his weight pressing down on me. Before I could react, I felt his cock penetrating my tight pussy. I moaned against his hand, feeling how his size stretched and filled me. My pussy immediately became wet, begging to be used.

"You’re so tight; let’s stretch you a bit," he said in a deep voice, and began to thrust into me. With each movement, his cock stretched my internal walls, and I found myself smiling to myself. It was as if, at that moment, I was nothing more than a collection of holes for his pleasure, experiencing that incredible sensation of being completely used, surrendered to his will.

With each thrust, I felt all his weight dominating me, and I started to beg, even though he couldn’t hear me, for him to fuck me harder and harder. I felt myself getting wetter with each thrust, and I couldn’t help but moan louder against his hand. I lost control of my body, immersed in the pleasure, as my muscles relaxed and my body surrendered completely to him, as if in a trance.

"Oh, look how wet you are," he said in a gruff voice before increasing the intensity. I moaned loudly against his hand as he fucked me wildly, and one of my moans escaped between his fingers. He pulled his hand away from my mouth, and the moans escaped uncontrollably from my lips, as I felt like he was going to split me in half with each thrust. I felt his hands gripping my hips tightly, fucking me harder. I could feel my pussy throbbing and getting wetter. I moaned loudly as I writhed and began to come forcefully on his cock, clenching it.

He didn’t stop; he continued to fuck me hard as I came, and my moans filled the room. I felt his cock throbbing inside me before he started to pump his load of semen into me, flooding me.

I felt his weight crushing me and his body resting on mine as he filled me up. He grabbed my hair with one hand and lifted my face.

"Tell me, who is your Master?" he whispered in my ear as I panted.

"You are, my lord. You are my Master," I gasped.

"Good girl," he said before releasing my head.

I felt his weight shift off me and lay there, panting, until Master sat beside my head. He took my hair and positioned me in front of his cock.

"Be a good girl and clean my cock," he said in a tone that made my heart pound. His presence evoked a strange mix of fear and respect in me, but at the same time, I felt safe, protected, and possessed.

"Yes, Master," I replied before obeying and starting to suck his cock. There was something liberating about obeying him. I licked and sucked his cock, savoring the delicious mix of his semen with my juices. I felt his hand resting on my head and stroking my hair.

"Good girl," he said as he continued to stroke me. I felt his other hand probing my ribs.

"You’re gaining weight quickly, that’s good," he remarked before pulling me by the hair and pulling me away from his cock. "Enough, you can taste it later," said Master.

I blushed, realizing I was sucking him more for pleasure than for obedience. He released my hair and settled beside me on the mattress. I felt my pussy throbbing just from having him near; his presence made me wet, and I couldn’t control it.

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me against his chest. I felt myself melting, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. I wanted to say something but found myself unable to find the words. Master began to stroke my hair, and I wondered why his touch was so comforting.

"I think you’re finally starting to understand your purpose," he said in a soft and affirming voice.

I nodded slowly, feeling a deep understanding in his words. "Yes, Master," I responded with a trembling but certain voice, recognizing my place and purpose with him. Never, since my childhood, had I felt so good in my life. Here, I fit in, not like in the orphanage; I felt I belonged in this place, that I belonged to him. I had a place in the world, and that place was at his feet, pleasing him.

I was beginning to see the world in a different, correct way. He had taken me off the streets, fed me when I was on the brink of despair, given me shelter, and cleaned me up. Down here, I had forgotten what it meant to be hungry, to feel your body shaking, threatening to collapse. This place had restored my dignity in a way I thought was lost, and in his presence, I felt a peace I had never known. I was so grateful that I hugged him, feeling his warm, muscular body, as solid as an oak.

"Thank you, Master, for showing me my place in the world," I whispered timidly, holding him tighter and clinging to him as if he were my anchor. Master leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "Caroline, I’m glad to know you can now see your true purpose," he said in a gentle but firm voice.

I felt myself blush from head to toe; it had been years since I had experienced such an intense feeling, like butterflies fluttering in my stomach. What I had felt for my boyfriend in the orphanage didn’t compare to this; this was true love. And this man deserved it. He hadn’t kidnapped me; he had saved me, cared for me, and fed me. I couldn’t help but fall in love with him.