At His Command (2 page)

The
man pulls himself out of the girl, noticing now that his softening dick is covered in blood as well as his come. The belt is slick with her blood, and underneath it he sees torn skin and pain. Deep gouges decorate her shoulders, angry welts pattern her buttocks.

With
an irritated sniff, the maid moves forward to shake the girl in the bed. She shouldn’t still be here; she should have gone back downstairs as soon as the client had gone. The maid doesn’t see the blood covered up by the duvet, and so when her fingers find the slippery liquid she jerks her hand away in disgust. She carefully lowers the duvet, wipes her hand on a dirty towel, and phones the manager. 

The
man ignores the girl who lies twisted and broken beneath him. He rolls off her back and away, hearing her gasp in pain as the weight is shifted from her back. The man lies still for several moments, enjoying the sensation of cooling sweat on his chest, and the pleasing ache in his groin and thighs. When he feels himself begin to slip off into sleep, he shakes himself awake and rises from the bed. Finding a towel in the marble bathroom, he wipes the blood and semen from his crotch.

Tutting,
the technician rolls the girl over onto her front. He first pries open her closed eyelids, and then probes the ragged skin at her neck. “He’s cut into the cranial supply line…” He complains loudly to the maid, who shrugs in vague agreement, “This is going to take some fixing.” The technician lifts the limp body of the girl and dumps her onto his gurney, another sob escaping her lips as he straps her into position. He releases the brakes and wheels her quickly out of the room, muttering all the while about spare parts, overtime and paperwork.

The
man finds his trousers and shirt next to the bed and he shrugs them on. Taking one last glance at the girl, he covers her with the heavy duvet. He gulps down the last of the Scotch, and walks quickly from the room.

The
maid takes one last look about the room and, content that her work has been done well, flicks the light switch and closes the door behind her.

Victoria
Bushfire is a cake baking dominatrix living in Glasgow, UK. She deals out discipline whilst waiting for the cookies to be ready. If you are very, very good, she might even let you lick out the bowl… 

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