Chapter 6 The Last Night Out

-JULIA POV-

We make a stop at a burger joint, and I groan inwardly as I release the seatbelt. I can't believe I'm about to watch him devour a burger. I know I'll be salivating for it, for sure.

"Get down. I told you I was going to make you watch."

We both step out and enter the burger joint. Inside, it's cool and vibrant with a purple glow and LED strips lining the space. There's a burger bar and a connected bowling alley, filled with mostly lively teenagers having fun.

"Fri-yay, get 20% off on all burgers."

Master is standing next to me, reading the signboard, and then smirking at me.

"Guess what? Today is Friday. Go grab a seat while I make the order."

I do as he says and find a seat where I can see my master and the bowling alley. Ever since I was a little kid, I've wanted to bowl, since I saw it through a window once. I remember playing with water bottles, lining them up, and throwing an empty can through them. I had the house to myself briefly on some days, when my parents were too drugged to notice. I had opportunities to leave, but maybe I never left my parents out of guilt for abandoning those who brought me into this world.

I watch a group of teens take turns bowling, some scoring strikes, others missing entirely, and a few just hitting three or six pins.

I seem to catch the eye of one of the guys in the group, and he starts walking over to me. I'm not one to interact much with others-just the basics like "hello," "thank you," and "goodbye." Even when I was human, I kept to myself, rarely opening my mouth.

"Hey, you're sitting here all alone?"

"Hi, no, I'm waiting for someone."

He smiles wider.

"Why don't you play a round with my friends and I while waiting?"

It didn't seem like a bad idea, but I don't think master would approve. Although, he did say that I should act like human around humans.

"Umm...but I don't know how to play. I've never bowled before."

He looks shocked, but he laughs it off.

"There's like six of us, we'll teach you."

He seemed really nice, and genuine. He had that curly dark brown hair that matched his eyes. He had a red and black checkered top with a white tank top inside and dark jeans. He was kind to-

My train of thought stopped when master placed a burger, and then his steak and fries on our table.

"Leave, kid."

He said, very rudely, because that's how master always was around anyone, unapologetically rude.

"Sorry man, I was just asking if she wanted to join my friends and I for bowling."

"She doesn't want to."

The boy doesn't leave though, instead he looks back to me with eyes that are so caring and tender.

"Are you ok? Do you need help? You can trust me."

I recall the moment master told me in the car that the only one I can trust is him. So, I make the boy leave.

"I'm alright. Maybe we can bowl another time. Thanks for coming over and asking me."

He gives me a tight-lipped smile before leaving.

"We'll do a round later."

Master says as he cuts through his steak and eats a piece. The whole time I'm watching him, and I think I might drool at wanting a piece, even with knowing what happened earlier when I just vomited steak at his house.

"A round of bowling, master?"

I ask, trying to put my mind back on track.

"Yes. You've never done it before, right?"

It really is like he knew everything about me.

"Yes, master."

I mention with my head bowed down, because I don't want him to see me blush in embarrassment. It's such a widely available sport, which is inexpensive too, and I've never done it before. It makes me look like I'm lame, like I've led a useless life.

I see his hand reach out for the burger in front of me, and I watch it leave the plate and go to his.

"You're not going to eat this, right?"

This time, instead of getting frustrated, I actually giggle. He takes a big bite of the burger, relishing in it.

"Oh Julia, it's almost as good as you taste."

I bite my lip, remembering his finger in me after he had spanked my ass. I specifically remember how he sucked on his middle finger, enjoying the taste of me.

"There's a prize if you get the highest points."

He says after taking another sip of that delicious-looking strawberry milkshake.

"What's the prize, master?"

"Pleasure."

He says with the arch of his brow as a smirk flew up his lips.

"Loser has to go down on the winner."

I think that was win-win situation, and I decided to take my shot.

"In a place of the winner's choosing."

Okay, now that sounded mischievously out of place. If he won, he would probably make me suck his cock in front of everyone. I have to get more points than him.

"We'll play after I finish this juicy burger."

He holds the burger up with a grin, teasing me as the tantalising smells of burgers, steak, and milkshakes waft temptingly close.

I watch him closely, no longer bothering to conceal my sulk. Master always indulges in plentiful and satisfying meals. Once he finishes and tidies up, he gestures for me to follow him.

We approach a counter where paper bands are handed to us for our wrists. Then, he shares something incredibly exciting with me.

"Lane 4, pick a bowling ball you like. Don't drop it."

I hold in my squeal, and then wait for him to give me a nod, which he does, and I'm dashing to lane 4.

I search through each row, finding which is the perfect ball for me. They vary in sizes, some in weight too, and the colours are so pretty! Despite the wonderful variety, it's not hard to choose when I spot the perfect blue and white tie-dyed bowling ball.

I pick it up, feeling its weight, and that's when master picks up the silver one next to it.

He teaches me on the first round how to do it, and I observe and listen before playing.

Fifteen minutes into our little competition, and I should've known that he would use his powers to sabotage me. For instance, I've just rolled the ball, it's in the middle, perfect line up and speed. It's going to hit a strike, but there! It moves out of place, and every time I glare back at him, looking at his smug face and crossed legs.

"Master, you're not playing fair."

He shrugs before pulling me down by my hand to straddle him where he sits on the bench.

"I didn't say we had to play fair, just win."

He brushes a soft kiss at my shoulder.

"Besides, I do want that pretty mouth on me."

I nod, and I know he can tell it's not a happy nod. I just wanted to play fair, to do something fun, but he's ruining it. Oh well, it's not my place to argue with him.

I get my chance to roll the ball again.

I line it up, but not with much care as I did the other rounds, after all, he's just going to knock it out of the way. I release it, the floor rumbles, and I expect the ball to go the other way, but it doesn't. Instead, it hits strike, and my feet leave the floor, jumping in joy.

I turn around with a smile to let him know how great I did, but he's not looking at me. Instead, he's busy drinking a soda cup and reading a random pamphlet.

I don't bother saying that I did well, instead I just let him know it's his turn.

"Master?"

He looks up, his attention on me.

"It's your turn."

He takes his turn, eloquently getting up from his seat and removing his long black coat. He plays his round, and of course, every round he did was a full strike. I'm already losing. Though I didn't lose in entertainment. The muscles at his back expanded with every throw, that it made something in me wet with desire. I watch them rip through the turtleneck that hugged him tight.

When he was finally done, he came over to me with a proud smirk.

"Have your fun, you've already lost."

I took that insult to heart, but I didn't show much facial expression about it. We carried on playing, and in the end, we looked at the scores, and it was clear that he won by a landslide.

He grabbed my wrist, making me stand, and I knew what it meant for him to win.

"Congratulations, master, you won. Where would you like to go?"

He smirks, and I just can't imagine the crockery of vindictive and nefarious things he's cooking up in his mind. He was always very creative in sex. I bet he could make all these bowling balls into a sex toy for pleasure and pain if he wanted to.

"Next time."

I looked at him quizzically.

"I'm sorry, master. I'm not sure what you mean."

He grins before letting go of my wrist. He grabs his coat on the seat and takes out a small knife from the inner pockets. My mind races to the time he cut me when he was instructing me how to make his dinner.

I mentally brace myself, but it never comes. He only securely holds the knife at the hilt.

"I want you to sign a blood contract with me."

His face turns stern, etched in his hard facial features.

Just then, he grabs my wrist again, his grey eyes becoming darker when he places my hands flat on his chest. Instinctively, I slowly drag them down the length of him. I feel every inch of what I remember, the lines of his muscles, the stiffness in his posture, and as I continue to drag my hands down, I kneel in front of him. I look up at him my doe eyes transpiring into those ash eyes I adored, because when I saw those eyes, I felt like I could trust him. If he wanted anything from me, I would give it to him without a single thought.

"I will do anything for you, master."

I say submissively, my hands still linger at the side of his waist.

I didn't know what a blood contract was, but I didn't need to ask. He was going to explain it, even when I just said I'd do anything for him.

"I will forever own you, no matter how many times you reincarnate. You'll be mine, forever."

"For forever, master?"

I question, suddenly being reminded of my two years left with him before he's supposed to decide if I go to heaven or hell.

"Yes, forever. I did win in our little competition, didn't I?"

My lip trembles.

"But...that wasn't the deal."

"Do you trust me, Julia?"

"I do, master."

"Then what's the issue?"

He was right. I do trust him, and he did win in our game. Besides, if I am with him forever, that means I'll never have to go to hell and meet the devil. Sure, it tramples a little on me going to heaven, but it was a fifty-fifty chance waiting on his answer for another two years. And what about Rolio? He was after me now, and if he succeeded in capturing me, I would definitely be going to hell.

Right now, this was a definite one, that I was his forever, meaning I'll be with him forever, and that's better than hell. This was a win-win situation. I have to say YES!

"There is no issue, master."

He grins at my answer that has pleased him.

He takes my hand and grabs his coat, guiding me through the bustling crowd with a determined stride. We weave past the lavatories and push through the exit door, emerging into a narrow alley. The air is damp and cool, the ground slick and shining as if freshly rained upon. Overhead, the sky is cloaked in darkness, as dark as that sleek black hair my master had. I briefly recalled the time I gripped at his hair as he took me in pleasure. I wanted to touch that hair again.

I asses my surroundings once more, noting that the only light that's available comes from the streetlights, their amber glow casting long, eerie shadows and illuminating the alley in a patchwork of orange. Puddles reflect the light, creating a shimmering mosaic on the road.

I felt a little yucky chill as I observed the walls on either side that are lined with graffiti and grime, adding to the alley's rough, urban atmosphere. This entire space reminded me of that shabby apartment my parents had-dark, cold, dirty, and horrifying.

Though when I look back at master, I know I'm safe. He's here with me, and my parents have nothing to do with me now, because this Grim Reaper came into my life and took my soul away from such a horrid time.

"Your hand."

I gave it to him without hesitation.

He held my hand and cut me with the knife he held. A searing pain shot through me, but it also tickled, like when my funny bone gets hit.

He then sliced his own hand. Blood didn't spill from his cut, though-he's not human. Instead, a black liquid oozed out, shimmering like stars.

As he grasped my hand again, he chanted something incomprehensible to me. The pain returned, sharp and tingling, like before.

When he finally let go, I noticed a scar on my hand, identical to the one on his. It was unique, with a squiggly line in the middle, yet both were exactly the same.

"I have a scar."

I noted aloud.

"It will remain like that forever."

"Will yours also be there forever, master?"

"Yes, it will."

He snaps his fingers, and we're no longer in the alley. Instead, we're in a land of daisies and dark tall mountains. The night sky is even more majestic here with the stars gleaming even brightly and more.

"Master, I thought you said we should act human."

He chuckles, standing right in front of me.

"I am a little mischievous, aren't I? Besides, there's no cameras in that alley, no one will know."

He stares me down with those grey globes, and as he does, I soak in my environment. The entire space we were in was a field of daisies that smelled just like him. For someone who can be as cruel as next to a monster, he always smelled warm and floral, mainly daisies.

"Who do you belong to?"

"I belong to you, master."

"Forever?"

He bends down, asking with a dominating tone.

He slips off the straps from my tank top, as he leans in closer to my neck. I can feel his breath so close to my skin, that goosebumps appear. My body turns to a fiery storm of want and need for him, my train of thought lost in the sensation already.

"Answer me, slave."

He says breathlessly as he scrapes against my neck.

"Yes, master, forever yours."

With a single push, he has me on the ground, buried against the daisies.

His lips smash on mine as his hand goes up my mini skirt. It was raw lust, need, and desire as his hands trailed every part of my body. I want him so desperately that I have no choice but to clench my thighs shut for the much-needed pressure. Though his hands don't stop their exploration of my body, his hands are up in the inside of my dress, squeezing at my full breasts.

"You're my little slave."

He says it with so much possession that it feels like home.

"Spread your legs, slave."

I do as he says, parting my legs, enough for him to dip his hands inside me. He pleasures me, fingering the bud of me and I riot in pleasure.

I start to pant heavily, the daisies intoxicating with every breath I take.

"M-ma-master."

I moan out to his touch, and he doesn't stop, he presses deeper within me, the pressure building.

My knees cold and lose, but he holds me, and then he's in me. Pushing in and out. I miss every bit of his length and shaft, the feeling is ecstatic through our erotica.

He was buried deep within my flesh, and I let him have me, all of me. I've given myself up to him in this moment and for forever.

My release bearing, but I hold. The rules and every bit of discipline he has taught me rushes back to me.

My back arches, lifting off the soft bed of daisies.

I'm so close, so near, and even when I feel him expand and become harder, I don't give in just yet. Not right now. Not when I want him to know just how much I appreciate him, and what a good girl I've been.

He tackles my bud, encircling it as pushes deeper, harder, and faster.

My moans become desperate, and I watch his swirling greys turn a shade darker.

"Cum, my little whore."

On his command, I do, relishing in the sweet pleasure.

My release floods through me, my spine shivering, even as I lay back down on the bed of daisies against the wall.

He still thrusts in me, his cum streaming in me as he does, every drop drops into me, and I feel in stream down my legs.

I shudder again when he removes himself from me, my hips convulsing with a desire for more.

He flips me over, and I feel his tongue warm against my inner thighs, licking up the mess created below.

My thighs clench once more when he reaches my anal, poking into it. I want him to ravish in my anal, please me and make me feel every bit of pain through his length, but he doesn't give me that satisfaction.

Instead, he fixes my clothes for me. Though when he leaves kisses along my body, I feel a heat in me rise like never before, like a shiver...that came from deep within him.

He picks me up, and now we stand on the field of daisies, and I want to ask so many questions.

"May I ask where we are, master?"

"You may."

I wait for him to give me a response, and when he stares out in the open, he finally tells me.

"We're in heaven."