In her Master's Room

It should be an easy choice. Stop it right now. Go back to Reed, the love of her life, the Father of her child. Forget about Shaw. Forget about 'Alice'. But the Priest sent her the thought that if she walked away she would regret it, that the truth was she wanted to be fucked by this man more than everything. It was no lie or deception. Deep down, that was what she really felt.

“I’ll go to your room.”

“To do what?”

“To be...to be you sex ****.”

She was so ashamed to be betraying Reed like that but it was already too late to have regrets.

“What would Reed think?”

“It doesn’t matter. I just want to be fucked by you, Mr. Shaw.”

“Call me Master.”

“I want to be fucked you, Master. To be your sex ****.”

“Very good, my little slut.”

How she loved to be called like that by this man!

He pulled a chain from one of his pockets and hooked it to the metal ring of her collar. She was like a dog on a leash, and she loved that feeling. Having that in his pocket must mean it was not the first time he had done this with a maid, but she didn’t care. In fact it aroused her even more.

“Come my dear.”

He started to pull the chain and she had **** but to follow her new Master.

In the corridors she had to go through, she felt the shame of being seen like that by the other maids and some club members. She could see the perverse smiles and hear the whispers that she was Shaw's new whore. In a way she felt special about that.

Emma Frost, the White Queen, also heard the gossip through her Telepathy. She was also Shaw's lover but didn’t care that he had a new pet. She was amused knowing it was the famous heroine the Invisible Woman. And she continued helping her keep her secret. She blocked in Shaw's mind the perception of Sue's hair even if he touched it.

Once in his room, he pulled her to him so he could gave her another deep kiss. This man, her Master, was making her melt of lust. He was a way better kisser than Reed. She kissed her Master back with a burning passion.

The room was really big. It looked more like a giant one-room apartment with sofas, dining table, and a big screen television. But it had also a big wooden X cross and other furniture you would see in a BDSM dungeon.

Also lots of painting of what seemed to be Club members. Men dressing up like Shaw and women in a more dominatrix look.

She thought about her time as Malice.

One of the women reminded her of Jean Grey of the X-men. She looked so lewd and fierce like that. A part of her was hoping that it was really Jean. That she wasn’t the only heroine going down this road.

Her Master took out some clothes.

“Keep the collar, ****, and change your other clothes into these.”

He showed her the way to his private bathroom so she could change.

She could take this opportunity to turn invisible and run away, but she didn’t even think about it once.

‘Alice’s new “clothes” were a fishnet jumpsuit that didn’t cover her hands, feet, head and her private parts. With that she had long leather boots with high heels and a leather hood. Looking at herself in the mirror was like looking at Malice, who was going to have a wild night but she liked what she saw. The hood just gave her more of a sense of losing her identity as Susan.

“Or maybe it shows who you truly are,” whispered The Cenobite Priest.

Yes, maybe, she thought while looking at herself, licking her lips in a provocative way and caressing her body. She loved how the suit felt on her body, especially on her nipples. Then her hand started to go down her crotch and she remembered what Sebastian told her. Quickly she looked for a razor, scissors and shaving cream.

When she came out of the bathroom she found him on the bed in a silk purple bathrobe. He immediately get up to inspect her.

“I like the initative, ****.”

She had shaved her pussy and it was smooth.

“Thank you, Master."

“You really do have a magnificent body, as I suspected.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He immediately start playing with her breasts and she started to moan at the contact of his fingers.

“Very nice breasts, but they could be bigger. Maybe I could fix you up with someone I know.”

She wasn’t sure about getting breast surgery, but it made a part of her horny imagining that Sebastian would change her body at his will.

He then start playing with her new nipple piercing by pulling it while pinching her other tit. He was rough and she was in pain, but immediately the Priest of Pain reminded her to seek pleasure in it and she started to pant like an animal in heat.

“Do you like that, slut?”

“Yes Master, so much.”

“You want to be fucked?”

“Oh yes, please Master fuck my cunt!”

“You know that once I fuck you, I’m going to **** you with some of the things in this room.”

“Even better! Just fuck me and I’m all yours!”

“First show me something. Kneel!”

He pulled the chain so she had to kneel. She perfectly understood what her Master expected of his sex ****.

“Yes Master.”

She undid the belt of the bathrobe to have better access to her prize. She could smell the manly scent of her Master and started to lick the tip of his cock while playing with his balls in her hand. She loved the smell, she loved the taste. She was licking it like a giant lollipop and one of her hands start to stroke his magnificent dick.

He stroked her head gently with one hand while holding the chain with the other.

Then she started gobbling her Masters’ cock. Sucking it like a dirty hooker and not the first class super heroine she was, and she loved it. She practically had it all in her mouth, gagging because she had difficulty breathing but never stopping, she was enjoying it too much after all the fantasies she'd had. Finally she felt that it was his turn to climax and he moaned in satisfaction like a warrior, not with little whimpers like Reed.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth.

“Swallow now, bitch!”

She immediately followed her Master's orders. She loved to be degraded like that and she loved the bitter taste of her Master's cum.

“Clean it up.”

She was so eager to satisfy her Master, she didn’t want to lose one drop, it was all hers.

Once she finished he pulled her leash to bring her to the bed.

What was going on? A second round? She never had a second round with her husband. But cleaning his cock already had her Master hard.

She lay on her back on the bed, like usual, but this wasn’t usual. Her lover penetrated her pussy with his raw dick and she didn’t care. It was so much better with this other man. She sense her pussy filled by is powerful cock, her pussy taking its shape. Her Master's strokes were powerful and fast, she could feel her mind losing any grip on reality and drawing into pleasure. She could see his perverted look and his evil grin and she loved it. When he gave her another deep kiss ‘Alice’ wrapped her legs around his hips and she did not let it go until what felt an eternity of lewd pleasures. She just knew she climaxed many times and even more when she felt his hot cum deep in her womb.

They were drenched in sweat and they gave each other a kiss, a more gentle kiss, like two lovers.

“You are a great fuck, my dear Malice. But it was only the first time and the best is yet to come.”

“What did you call me?”

Did he know about her? How?

“Malice. A contraction of your family name MALmaison and your first name ALICE. I thought it had a nice ring to it!”

She had not thought about that. At least not consciously. She was not sure how she came up with that name.

“So you want to see me again, Master?”

“You are working for me now, my dear ****. We are going to see each other often.”

‘Alice’ was happy. She didn’t want to end it now. And the day was not over for her and her Master.