Chapter 2 His Art of Pleasure

-JULIA POV-

He got home alright, the next damn day.

I was panting, desperate to get out of this torture of a sex toy he put in me.

He's there, putting the house keys away, and I can see how tired he is.

The only keys that remain on him is the keys to my shackles, which I desperately want to get out of.

The Grim Reaper doesn't notice me until I whimper louder.

"Crap. Julia!"

It sounded like he just realised I was here, like he's shocked and in regret. No way! Did he actually forget about me?!

He appears before me from the snap of his fingers. He removed the rope in my mouth, and then bend my ass over to carefully remove his toy. It was wet, sticky, and relieving to get out of me.

"I'm sorry master, I was a good girl, I promise. Please don't punish me, master."

I immediately mention on instinct before the heaviness in my eyelids takes over, causing me to collapse into his arms. I struggle to keep my knees bent, unable to stand. Despite my fading awareness, I sense he doesn't resist my weight; it feels as though my body no longer touches the ground. The last sensation I register is the chains' weightlifting from my body.

As I go limp against him, I slip into numbness, feeling nothing but sore, exhausted, and completely drained.

..........

Grim Reapers rarely sleep, and on rare occasions, I found myself watching him in those vulnerable moments. Yet, I never shared his bed; instead, I lay on the hard floor.

Though now I was in his bed, and he was right here lying next to me. His face facing mine as he slept soundly. His arms held me close, one of my legs chained to the bedroom wall with the heavy, stretching links echoing in the silence.

I gazed at his tousled hair and closed eyes, seeing the shadows of his burdens etched even in slumber. Perhaps the day had worn him thin.

As I reached out to touch his hair, delicately brushing aside the strands, his sudden voice jolted me awake from my reverie.

"I didn't say you could touch me."

I gasp, quickly scrambling off his invitingly soft bed to return to the familiar hardness of the floor.

I only ever pleasure him on his bed, among other places. The last time I ever fully slept in a bed was when I was human, the night before everything went to hell.

I was sixteen when I died, and that's why I remain in a sixteen-year-old's body despite being twenty-four years old. The Grim Reaper had me since I was sixteen, and I knew his rules.

One of them being, no sleeping on his bed.

"I'm sorry master, I woke up there."

I want to get into heaven, so I don't have to live this life anymore, and I needed his word to do it. I was relying on him for everything

He gets up, stretching as if he took a nap for a hundred years. Huh. It would be funny to know his actual age, he's never told me, but I do know Grim Reapers never age like humans do.

For all I know, he could be as old as the universe. I wasn't sure, and I wanted to ask about him and his kind, I was curious, but I never got the chance to.

He would most likely beat me, punish me, play with me, and then show me my place.

"Get back on the bed."

Though wary, I comply with his demand, dragging the long chain with me as I move.

I kneel on the bed, but he stops me, issuing clear directions on what he expects me to do next.

"Lie down."

A nervous bubble flips in my stomach, but I lie flat on his bed. I feel the bed dip beside me and then his hands on the length of my legs.

He starts removing my clothes, and I lie there at his will. I'm bare before him, and he spreads my legs to his desire.

"You can cum when you want, Julia."

The permission he gave me never existed. It was never when I wanted to cum, only when I asked or if he gave me command to do it.

He dipped low, and I saw something on his face, almost guilt?

I didn't have time to analyse too much, because the next second his mouth was on me for the second time.

The shocking pleasure ran through me from the middle of my abdomen to the centre of my chest.

My wrists were free, and I wanted to grip at something, so I grabbed master's hair for the first time. He didn't stop pleasuring me. His tongue making strokes inside me, and my bud being sucked and pulled until I wanted it more than anything.

I cummed and felt the refreshing release.

Though he didn't stop, he ate through me, all of me. Still spinning his tongue on my bud and licking fast on it till I felt another orgasm pull through.

He continued to suck on me, and then very carefully he placed a finger in me. Though I was sore from that sex toy, he was gentle. He hasn't healed me yet with his powers, and I think it's because he too is exhausted from his work yesterday. I know children's deaths take a toll on him, and though he might not say it, it shows.

I feel his tongue still on me, and it's showing no mercy in slowly down, and his finger going at a steady pace, I thought I could control my next wave of pleasure, but I couldn't.

I moaned, and not gracefully at all. It was a feral one, wanting him in full desire to ravish me. I've never felt like this with him, and I adored it.

He pushed his finger in a little deeper as my moans became more ecstatic.

The ecstasy built up until a spray of liquid released from me, squirting against his sheets and him, but I wasn't new to this.

He stopped sucking against me. He removed his finger and then started to circle my clit.

It was so gentle and soft, that it wouldn't do much if I wasn't so sensitive right now.

I was throbbing for the much-needed attention, and for every second he continued to circle my clit, up and down, left and right, I continued to cum and squirt.

The sheets were drenched now, but he didn't stop.

"Tell me when to stop."

But I didn't want him to.

"No, please don't stop, master."

I beg from him. He continues to encircle my clit, and I cum every few seconds against his fingers. I'm so wet, my cum has reached my lower back, but he doesn't stop.

"Do you want me to stop?"

His question almost teasing, that I whined at it.

"No, master!"

I scream out as I release once more, and it's so much to bear that I feel like collapsing against him.

My legs start to shake, and I want to pull my legs close, but the chain on my left leg doesn't let me.

He briefly stops, and I miss the contact. But it's not a long wait, he spreads my legs, holding my thighs down firmly, and then he's there in between my legs.

He eats and eats.

He drinks and drinks.

I scream and scream.

I start to convulse, my hips involuntarily rocking against his mouth.

My back arches and lies flat, and then arches against my orgasms.

He replaces his mouth with his hands, watching me as I feel the pleasure he makes rake through my body. There was not a single man in my human life that made me feel as much pleasure as he did, and I made sure to get everything that was worth it. He was worth begging for in times like this, so I begged for him to be buried deep in me.

"I want you, master."

I tell him, asking for him to pound through me-for more from him, but he doesn't give it to me. Instead, he places all his fingers in me, and I feel the unbearable spread. It felt similar to the one with the sex toy, and he starts to make a fist, but I scream.

"Ah! Stop! Please master!"

He removes his hand slowly and leaves a kiss against the bud of my throbbing wet folds.

"Best to be thankful and not selfish, slave."

He says before snapping his fingers to heal me.

I lie there breathless for a moment, and I want to say it felt good, but I don't. I don't want him to think I'm selfish like that, because it'll lead to more punishments than pleasure. Although I like both with him, I like to keep the scales even.

I crawl out of the bed, but then I don't reach the floor. I get pulled back in, and against his hard chest.

"Who said you could leave?"

I gulp nervously, even when I feel his hard length press against my ass.

"My little whore looked so pleased when I was eating you. It's only fair if you return the favour, no?"

"Yes, master."

In an instant, he bends me over, and I feel his cock immediately penetrate and slide into my anal.

It stretches for him, and I can't help but clench, to which he spanks my ass multiple times.

I feel him pound through me roughly as his balls slap against my already wet pussy.

He continues his assault, even while playing with my clit, edging me to cum.

"May I cum master?"

I ask through a whisper of my moan, feeling the sensitive need.

"Cum, whore."

It excited me when he called me dirty names, maybe because it was just drilled into me since I was young, "whores get rewards" or now it was more like "good slaves, get rewards.". Not all humans can choose their parents or where they were born, but one thing is for certain, I can enjoy what's happening right now.

I release once more while he continues to drill his large length in my anal, and then I feel his warm liquid drip shots into my sore tight hole.