written by nøna

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Wax slowly dripped down onto the marble floor. These candles had been burning so long, there was barely anything left to them. They had a few hours left, if Devin was lucky. As he laid asleep on the cold ground, their minor heat was the only thing he had to cling onto. The door creaked open loudly, allowing outside light to drape over the vixen's body. 

A layered chiffon dress covered his curvy frame, a black choker wrapped around his neck to match. The only color on him was his faded pink dreads. This floor may not be an ideal bed, but he did look so beautiful draped across it like an ornament. Groggily, he came to just in time to hear his Master's footsteps nearing him. 

"I hope you enjoyed your sleep." He spoke as his figure came into view.

Devin, though barely awake, moved onto his knees. He folded his hands in his lap respectfully and kept his head down. "Yes, Master. Thank you for allowing me to rest."

"Oh, my dear," Kuza mused as he leaned over, "I'm not crude. You're only human. You need your sleep. But," He reached out to his slave's face, slowly smearing his lipstick with his thumb, "I have to admit, I miss seeing you a mess. I've been busy lately. May I have your permission to make you bleed?" He growled.

His submissive's eyes gawked up at him, like a child staring at lion. There was both fear and wonder in his silvery irises. Softly, he responded, "Yes, Master." 

Kuza had always laid an importance on consent. He wasn't a complete monster, and he did find the experience a lot more pleasurable when his victim wanted it. Because of this, hearing Devin allow him to do his worst caused a devilish smile to spread across his face. That look, it did scare the beauty slightly. He knew he was in safe hands with his Master, but that didn't mean Kuza wasn't a scary man. 

Devin's body jolted shortly when a hand firmly grasped his neck. His Master has the reflexes of a cobra. As well, his grasp did make Devin feel like a snake was wrapping around his throat. He gasped for air as he made direct eye contact with Kuza. Most Masters hated that, but not him. Seeing the pain in a slave's eyes fueled his fire. 

"Mmm, that's it, Baby." He purred, "I love hearing you gasp for air. Moan for me." 

He leaned in closer and gently kissed Devin's temple. The slave bit his lip, allowing a small moan to escape his mouth. Kuza's warm, husky breaths fell down his skin. The rattle of his throat resonated in Devin's ear, as if the noise was pure sex. He dug his nails deeper into his submissive's flesh until he'd broken the skin. Blood dripped down Devin's neck, trailing across his chest and between his breasts.

A monster; That's what he was. At least, that's what Devin figured he must be to crave such a sight. Then again, what does that say for him that he wanted to be treated this way? Kuza slowly removed his firm grasp to allow Devin to catch his breath. He looked down at his blood drenched hand, fascinated by the crimson liquid. It was enticing. It called to him like a siren's song. He licked across his tattooed hand, smiling widely. 

"Tell me," Kuza hooked his finger underneath his slave's chin, "Tell me, who bought you that dress?"

"You did, Master." He replied quietly.

He offered him his hand, helping him to his feet. "Yes, I did, because even my slave must be a piece of art." Kuza walked around him until he was behind him. He unclasped Devin's dress, pacing himself as he pulled down the zipper. The straps of the dress fell along his arms, temping themselves to fall further. "If only others could see your beauty, but I'd rather keep you to myself, my little slut."

Devin let his dress fall to the ground. His bare skin chilled over with goosebumps. Kuza unclasped his bra, tossing it across the floor. Though Devin's lace panties weren't covering much anyways, he still thought it best to get rid of them. He preferred to see his slave completely bare skinned. The sight of his slave's flawless, pale, tattooed skin drove him crazy. 

He trailed his fingertips across Devin's ribs to make him shiver. The colder he was, the more the incoming heat would hurt. Kuza knelt down, breaking off one of the candles from the mess of melting wax around them. He moved Devin's cotton candy colored hair over his shoulder to be out of the way. Taking his free hand, he traced his pointer finger down his spine. Devin shuttered and wrapped his arms around himself.

His Master tilted the candle over his back and let the white wax hit his skin. He whimpered as the hot liquid hardened on his back. Kuza slowly moved over his shoulder, letting it fall down his chest. A smile stained his lips to hear his submissive in pain. He gently blew out the flame of the wick and dropped the candle to the ground. The room was so quiet, hearing that chunk of wax hit the ground startled Devin.

"Someone's a little on edge." He spoke as he moved his hair back behind his neck. Kuza walked around the front of him slowly, eyeing him up just to make him feel even more uneasy. "Why is that? What's making you nervous?"

"You are, Master." He fearfully muttered.

"Look at me." He spoke expectantly, "Why are you nervous?"

Devin hesitantly looked up at him. "I'm afraid of upsetting you, Sir. It's only healthy for a slave to fear their Master."

"I suppose so. I want you to get on your knees, and do not let your eyes leave mine." He instructed.

His submissive slowly got down on his knees. He had to be careful, considering he couldn't look down to see where he was going. It took a lot of focus to not glance down. Fighting natural instincts like that isn't easy for a slave. Kuza wasn't exactly the type of Master you pissed off, though. 

"Good." He mused, undoing his belt, "I've got you trained so well." Kuza pulled his leather belt off. He was tempted to utilize it, but he decided to be kind today. He dropped it on the ground and unbuttoned his pants. 

Devin had to resist biting his lip. There was a reason he submitted to this man and it wasn't just for his violent tendencies. Kuza's body was fucking incredible. His deep V-line made Devin weak at the knees, as it would any woman. Seeing his Master's nude body made his mouth water. Kuza had a pretty good handle on how desperate his toy was for his cock, too.

He snickered, "You're hungry, aren't you, little girl?"

"Yes, Master." Devin replied in his sugariest voice, "May I please suck your cock?"

"Yes, you may." Kuza pushed back the front locks of Devin's dreads and intertwined his fingers in his hair. He pulled him closer and kept a tight grip on him. 

Gently, Devin set his hands along his Master's hips. He kissed across his death bat tattoo and down his shaft. His lips wrapped around Kuza's growing hard on. To him, it was like sucking on candy. He took in every inch even if it made him choke. His own spit dripped down his milky white skin as he pulled back for air.

Kuza pushed him back closer and forced his cock down his throat. Though Devin was choking, he didn't want him to stop. The harder his Master fucked his mouth, the more his eyes watered, and the more turned on he was. His dominance was intoxicating. Kuza pulled Devin back and threw him to the ground to try to recover his breath.

That didn't last for long. He nearly had the wind knocked out of him from surprise when he felt his Master's middle finger penetrate his entrance. Devin moved from his hip over to his knees to be in a more proper position to receive. Kuza had been in a cynical mood today, making it so Devin wasn't really expecting much pleasure. Not that getting fingered without lube didn't hurt. As a slave, there would always be pain in the pleasure. 

"Should I fuck you raw, or do you think you've been good enough to be rewarded?" He growled.

"I've been a good girl, Master. I promise!" Devin cried desperately. He liked pain, but not the kind that came from a dry encounter. 

He felt Kuza's finger retract and the warmth of his hands leave his body completely. Devin stayed right where he was left while he waited on his Master's decision. He was hoping he'd get rewarded. It'd been so long since he had a more intimate session with his owner. Kuza stepped away for a moment. When he returned, he dropped a few things on the floor.

Devin drew in a sharp breath to feel a whip crack against his back. Two more searing strokes followed before Kuza spoke, "Lay down on your back. You've been good, but I still want to make you earn this." 

The welts didn't waste any time rising on his skin. He turned over and relaxed against the marble. Strangely, the coldness of the ground felt soothing on his new injuries. In this position, he was far more vulnerable and insecure. He'd give anything to have his Master's body draped over him like a blanket. Unfortunately, all he got was the tail of his whip dragging along the slave's skin.

With anticipation of where he'd strike next raking Devin's brain, his heart was ready to beat out of his chest. He kept his eye line straight towards the ceiling, unable to fully see Kuza. When a hit did come down on his stomach, he once again lost his breath. The leather tip tauntingly trailed down his leg before coming down on his thigh. The skin along his inner leg was sensitive, and when lashed, caused him to let out a small yelp.

"Hm, I suppose that's enough for now." Kuza stated. He threw the instrument of pain elsewhere in the room and knelt down to the other item he'd dropped on the floor. "Sometimes the motion gets so addicting, but I can't put too many cracks in my beautiful doll, can I?" 

He moved over towards Devin, hovering above his head. Gently, he ran the back of his hand down his slave's face. He might've been a slave, but he was truly the only constant in Kuza's life. Combined with his beauty, Kuza viewed him as his most priceless object. He cracked open a new bottle of lube and delicately drizzled it along Devin's chest. Kuza set it down, then moved both his hands to his chest. He caused Devin to shutter in pleasure, both physical and mental, as he ran his palms up and down his torso.

His hands came over his slave's breasts, more specifically his sensitive nipples. He continued to massage upward until feathering off of his neck. Kuza leaned over and licked across one of his pearls. The sensation was nearly paralyzing. Of course, the beast inside of him couldn't help himself from biting down. Devin suppressed a scream at the pain now stinging his nipple. All his Master could do was laugh evilly.

"I love how sensitive you are. I never have to worry about getting a rise out of you. Speaking off," He smirked, standing up briefly to walk around to the other end. Kuza pulled Devin's legs apart as he knelt down. "I see you're already hard for me, my little whore."

"How could I not be, Master?" He sweetly replied, "You're my God."

"Allow me to make you prey." He mused. Kuza retrieved the lube bottle and began to slowly drip the contents down his slave's genitals. As the liquid rolled between his cheeks, he whimpered. "What is it that you want, slut?"

"Please, please fuck me, Master!" Devin pleaded. 

How could he possibly say no to that? Kuza used the last of the lube to wet himself. He spread the oil-like substance up his abs, making them glisten, and across his shaft. Briefly, he stroked off himself to prepare. The sight would make any woman faint from pure ecstasy. Every day, Devin counted his lucky stars that he had a Master so damn hot. 

Kuza climbed over him and positioned himself at his entrance. His long hair fell on either side of Devin's face, tickling his shoulders and neck. It was more than just a tickle when his Master entered him. He moaned instantly, wishing he could grab hold of Kuza. Obediently, he kept his hands on the ground, though it killed him to do so.

"That's it, moan for me, you fucking whore." Kuza growled into his ear, "Don't you fucking forget, I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. This is why you serve me." 

"Yes, Master- mhmm- Thank you, Master." He slowly bit his lip before throwing his head back. Devin nearly screamed upon his prostate being struck. It was so hard to keep his hands to himself. "Master- fuck, mm, fuck- May I please touch you?" 

Kuza's mouth rested along his jawline. He practically snarled, taking in the scent of his submissive's perfume. Did he dare give his slave permission to treat him as a lover? It was a special occasion he ever granted Devin's wishes, but he had been such a good little girl lately. "Yes, you may. Just don't make me regret it."

"Unnf," He panted, wrapping his arms around his neck, "Thank you, Master. F-Fuck!"

He was already beginning to feel that knot in his stomach. Devin knew his Master's stamina. If he dared to cum now, given that he was even given permission this early, the rest of the evening would be torture. He had to fight his urges and tried to put his mind elsewhere. Kuza continued to provide him with unbelievable pleasure. It was only of their best encounters yet, by far. 

None of his previous owners felt this good. Before, he just wanted them off of him, but when Kuza was on top of him, he never wanted it to stop. His Master kissed and sucked on his neck while fucking so hard, his eyes were brimming with tears. Devin's fingertips curled against his dominant's back. He shuttered when Kuza wrapped a hand around his cock.

"Oh- fuck-" Devin gasped, barely able to get words out of his mouth, "Fuck- M-Master-"

"Don't you dare cum without permission." Kuza threatened. His little toy knew the consequences of not listening.

"Yes, Sir... Mmmf, please, please, may I cum?" He whimpered. 

Kuza ran his thumb over his slit just to add pressure. "Beg like you actually want it."

"Please, Master, please! Please, may I cum?" He cried, "Please, I can't take it anymore, Master!"

He gave one brutally hard thrust before replying, "Cum for me, my whore." 

Devin's back arched and his body seized. He'd pushed himself too far again, but he'd do it over and over for his Master. The moans that erupted from his mouth were that of a pornstar. He was so weak afterwards, he could barely utter, "Thank you, Master." 

Kuza pulled out of him suddenly. He grabbed him by his hips and turned him over to his stomach. Devin, still coming off his high, could barely register what was even happening. He got on his knees instinctively and felt his hips get pulled back. Kuza slammed back into him and started to fuck him as hard as he could. 

Sweat glistened down his chest and dampened his scalp. He could've lasted a lot longer, but he was in a generous mood tonight. Devin had become far too sensitive to take much more. His moans were now painful. When he heard Kuza groan once or twice, it was the best damn sound in the world. He'd give anything to hear that noise. Sometimes it was better than the sex itself.

Kuza pushed him forward as he pulled out. He stroked himself off a few times and came on his perfectly plump ass. Devin glanced back at his Master for a second to see what a hot mess he'd become. He leaned over and gently kissed his submissive's tailbone. 

"Thank you for allowing me to destroy you, my beauty." He whispered.

Devin continued to pant heavily. His eyes were drowsy but he found himself smiling. The affection of a Master, though often very, very rare, was an incredible feeling. 

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a/n : from what i remember, this wasn't suggested by anyone. i just did it 'cause i wanted to. since so many of requests have gotten so old, i think it's best to just start over. 

so, please leave your suggestions of ships, fluff or smut, and theme c:

- nøna  -