Javier Esteban

"He should kiss my feet first," she blurted out with much rage in her voice.

I couldn't handle the arrogance in her voice. I stomped in a hurry towards her and I raised my hand up, she drew a harsh breath and blinked. What was just? She could see me?!

I was going to slap her face! But I backed away from that decision when I saw her reaction. What does she think coming over here and pretending that she was blind?!

I struggled to find an answer to my questions. I couldn't figure her out either. Maybe she wanted to participate in the show but when she discovered that I'm the CEO of the slavery auction company, she just got cold feet.

Or maybe she was here for revenge!

I couldn't take action instantly, I couldn't let her suffer again because of me. But I decided to keep my eyes on her until I bust her in the sin. Or in another meaning, until I get the whole truth about her.

I have been blaming and criticizing myself for what I did to her in the past, so, at least now I could give her some time to confess to me by her own will.

I leaned down and pulled her from her neck gently then I placed a feathery kiss on her forehead, "I need to know everything that happened to you with your old master," I said tenderly to divert the topic.

She blew a sigh of relief then nodded her head slowly, "yes, sure."

I smiled and stepped back from her to open the door for the servant. I carried the tray to the bed next to her then I sat on the edge, "this is our dinner Jenny. I will help you to eat." I said with a low voice avoiding her eyes. I wanted to give her a break. I panicked her to death, she thought for a moment that I was going to eat her ass up and in the next moment, she thought I figured the truth. It was visible to the blind from her gasp voice and the tensed reaction she made with her body.

I couldn't let her think that I discovered the truth now. It was too early, at least I should know what she suffered in the last four years before punishing her. I can't judge her without hearing her side.

She smiled at me and placed her hand on my shoulder, "please let me do it by myself," she said in a trembling voice.

"No," I said sternly then I gazed at her, I took the spoon and shoved some rice to her mouth, "open your mouth now," I commanded her and she obeyed wordlessly.

I feed her and myself from time to time as well. The funny thing is that I treated her like a pet, my pet. Not as a master and slave. Not as Dom and sub.

The pet means being spoiled like your own child. Preventing him from doing everything with his own hands. And just do everything for him instead as our baby child! And I love it! Which was weird and I didn't experience such feelings before because I used to be the worst master ever and I was into BDSM stuff as well.

It was early for bed but decided to let her have a nap to give me some space to decide what I should do with her. When I figured out her real identity and when I thought that she was blind, that pushed me to help her and let her sleep in my bed. But now, after knowing the truth and that she can see sharply, maybe I will make her move to the girl's huge apartment.

"Jenny, sleep now and I will come later and talk with you about something important," I told her ordinarily without giving her a glimpse.

She choked and coughed while she was chewing her last piece, "but, I don't need to sleep," she said nonchalantly lowering her eyes to the floor. I guess she thought I would sleep with her or something.

I clutched the tray and placed it on the middle table. Then I pulled her to the middle of the bed and covered her with the sheets, "now, sleep. I will come back in a couple of hours." I petted her head gently. She sighed then closed her eyes.

I stormed out of the room huffing and whiffing furiously. I wanted to beat anyone. I hastened to the girls, they were taking a break. I stood up at the door switching my eyes from one to another then I beckoned my finger to one of them. She walked towards me hesitantly.

Yeah, the look on my face filled with brutality and rage. I could hear her heartbeats drumming in her chest from the fear. But why the hell should I care about her? I want to pull out my fucking madness out of my chest to calm down or I will kill Jenny right now.

I dragged the girl to the practicing room and pushed her to the bench in the middle of the room, "take off your clothes now and lay on your back," I commanded her sternly while I was taking off all my clothes in a hurry.

"NOW!" I shouted firmly, making her leap a little in her place astounded.

She took off her clothes and lay her body on her back on the wooden bench. Her body was shaking but hell no, she was one of my slaves. She signed the contract with my company already and she was here to be treated like a whore by the worst cases of fuck ever. So, she should just expect and accept what I'm intending to do with her.

I walked to one of the shelves and grabbed a lash then stared at her for a little. Her eyes widened but that didn't stop me from whipping her boobs. She suppressed a scream. Her body wriggled as a response. I whipped her stomach once then her pussy twice. Her tears fall down her cheeks. I threw the lash away and spread her legs to the utmost.

I leaned down to press my body topping her... But Jenny’s picture came into my eyes before I could thrust my dick into this girl. I don't know why I imagined that the girl I'm topping was Jenny. Aches in my chest of imagining a girl at the age of eighteen being treated badly like that. I just couldn't bear the pain and the feeling of being guilty. I picked my clothes up and I started to wear it instantly without glancing back at that girl. I dashed out of the room running back to my room upstairs.

But what was I seeing, something made my heart want to jump out of my chest!