The Barter Novel Sierra and Xavier

---- o What the fuck are you doing Lroar at her and she stutters to speak.

Master.noveldrama

I was just following y-your orders.

You told me to- My eyes steer to that disgusting leash around her neck and I rip it open and throw it away.

Before I could stop myself, my arms wrap around her and I pull her to my chest.

Deep breaths Yes.

Better.

The warmth of her body intermingled with mine and I feel that pent-up rage simmering down My little one.

Mas-ter? her soft voice whispers, as if confused as to what I was doing.

When I caress her soft hair to snuggle my face in her neck.

Shh little one.

Hug me back.

---- ee = Her arms wrap around my huge frame and a low satisfied groan escapes my chest.

Yes, better.

After not knowing how long, I finally pull back and cup her face in my palms.

Did-Did I do something wrong? She inquired and I shook my head in a no.

Did I make you feel bad, back in that room? T inquire searching her eyes and her red orbs slam up to me.

As if she couldn't believe I was asking her this.

I caress my thumb on her pale cheek, urging her to speak.

Tell me the truth- You will not like the answer.

She half whispers, avoiding my eyes.

And I grab her chin to make her look back at me.

Those soft lips open up to gasp T don't care.

I want to know how you felt.

And don't you dare lie to me.

---- Her red eyes blink in approval T felt weak and embarrassed.

But if you liked it? If you felt powerful by making me submit.

I will submit in front of you as many times you ask me to- No fuck dammit! I curse and turns around to slam my fists into the wall and the cement cracks to make a hole appear in the wall I fucked up.

T fucked up bad.

I thought she couldn't feel.

But I was wrong.

She felt everything a human would feel.

She was just like me.

And while I felt happy with the revelation, J also felt sick regarding how badly I treated her a few minutes ago.

Master! Your hand! My eyes widen as I watch her rushing to me and holding my bloody wounded fist.

Her soft fingers trail over my bloody knuckles and her features ---- eee = concoct in concern You are hurt! Why did you do something like that? It must be paining badly.

And then before I could even realise, she lifts my hand and presses her soft lips on my knuckles, trying to kiss away my pain.

Tler eyes stay closed.

Her pretty lips moved.

And something churned in my chest.

My mind goes numb and my body turns frigid.

What...

what did she just do?