Chapter 31: Night walker's master

The butler opened the front door of the Clarke mansion on the hill. The moment he looked into the dual eyes watching him either with a cruel look or a frantic gaze. Whatever was happening within those eyes of the most handsome man in front of him was none of his business. He simply stood aside allowing him and whatever was following inside.

“Bette, I am home,” his voice bellows through the entrance. He dropped his jacket onto the floor, ripping the tie from around his neck. “I want a drink,” he said still in that loud voice.

“Erick,” Bette suddenly made her appearance coming from the home-based bar.

“You took your time.” He said moving closer. He didn’t even blink his eyes before he swiftly slapped her through the face. “My drink now,” he said walking past her.

“Yes master,” Bette knew better than to raise her voice around him. She hurried follows him into the home-based bar. He quickly sits down on the chair looking around. He starts to sniff the air, before a cruel twisted smile start to play around his mouth.

“Who do we have here hidden?” he asked looking pointedly into Bette’s eyes. He took hold of the glass filled with brandy. His other hand gripped hold of her tightly. He takes a deep sniff towards her body. “Good, you haven’t spoilt the fresh meat. Now tell me where is she?” his eyes shines with a dangerously predatory look. He needs release making her staggered backwards. His eyes now cruel looking while he adjusted the bulge in his pants. “Don’t make me wait, Bette.” He warns.

Sara Miller just stepped out of the shower refresh. She was only wrapped in a big fluffy towel. Her eyes look around but it was quickly clear the hostess of the mansion didn’t bring her clothes as promised. She certainly wasn’t in the mood to put on those soiled clothes.

“Good, you have showered,” Bette has opened the door and simply walked inside.

“I believe I need some clothing,” Sara asked with a slight tone of annoyance.

“I need a favor,” Bette said as she eyes studied the girl like premium meat. “You don’t need clothes for this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play stupid, little girl. The moment you choose to come to this mansion, you knew you had to pay a certain price. I am asking for a donation.” Bette said feeling nervous. Her instinct warns he was lurking in the back. She learned the hard way, once he smells his victim there was no stopping him.

“I really don’t understand what you are trying to say.” Sara adjusts the towel around her frame.

Bette reacts quick, ripping the towel from her frame exposing her to the immediate gaze of Erick Dawn. He has already stripped his shirt now standing there in the door openly looking at the shocked girl.

Sara saw the man with the heated look, his eyes burning over her skin. She follows his eyes, knowing he was eyeing her naked breasts. Whatever was in his look, the very intensity of his eyes instantly hardens her nipples. The realization further shocks her finding herself dripping pussy juices down her legs. The instinct was powerful to cover herself but she also knew it was useless. The look in his eyes has her entrance.

“Come to me,” he orders.

Sara found herself walking towards him. It was like she simply couldn’t look away from him. His eyes have a pull she just need to answer. She stood in front of him, watching him.

“I want you.” He said with authority.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Master,” he said sternly.

“Yes, master.” Sara can feel the deep throbbing in her pussy. She needs something hard and long within her. Her eyes start to glow with desire, aware on one part she was falling into a trapped and also knowing she wants what his eyes are offering.

“Bette,” he said in his commanding voice.

The older woman steps closer taking hold of a hypnotic Sara, carefully pulling her towards the bed. She makes her sit on the edge of the bed. It was clear the girl couldn’t stop looking at the approaching man. He now stood in front of Sara; his brief commanding look conveys to Bette what he wanted.

Erick can’t believe his luck. He can physically smell the innocence from the young woman in front of him. He feels the power and strength of his need for her. The very fact that he was her first whether she agree or not. He is going to be her master.

“Open your legs,” he said softly.

Sara instantly obeys his command, showing him just how wet and ready she was. He wants to kneel in front of her then reject the notion. Just before he said anything, Bette moved in front of him, opening his pants before helping him strip naked.

Erick’s hand slipped around his dick, his eyes deeply focused into hers, as he starts stroking himself. He feels the pulsating strength of himself. He moves closer now leaning over her body forcing her backwards but making sure her legs were wide spread and ready to receive his entrance. “You belong to me,” he said softly. He expertly maneuvered himself into the perfect position before he smoothly enters her. He feels the tearing of her hymen before he briefly stops looking into her shocked yet desire-filled eyes. This was all about dominance, making sure she understood she now belongs to him. He was her first, he will make the sexual rules. He suddenly feels her starting to stir beneath him. This was the cue he was waiting for. Now with smooth long powerful strokes her start sliding in and out of her. As the moment moves forward so does the speed and strength of his strokes.

“You belong to me,” he said again.

Sara can’t believe what’s happening. What was clear she was just stripped from her carefully protected virginity. On some level this feels wrong, she didn’t give her consent, the other part of her can’t get enough of the man sliding in and out of her.

“You belong to me,” he said again.

Sara slowly opened her eyes. She feels the soft arms wrapped around her. Her eyes searched the bedroom, realizing, faceless is her new emotions. Wild and dangerous the constant sexually fueled desire.

“You are mine,” Erick stood naked beside the bed looking at both women. The one older and mature, the young one wild and eager to learn. “Tell me the rules,” he instructed.

“Danger is our thoughts,” both women said in union.

“Desire, we only have for the master,”

“Death, we need to taste and feel.”

“Good, my bitches. Tomorrow, we go on the hunt.” Erick grabbed hold of his dick offering it to both women’s eager waiting mouths.