** = Alternate Ending
Mini-Stories by Max
01
Confused Confliction:
Narrowing his eyes, temper building as he storms across the room, backing you against the wall for all the intensity of his rage... "What. did. you. do?!" He growls
Your eyes dart left, then right, you don't have have a fuck'n clue what pissed him off. Your heart raced nearly as fast as your mind while you try to put pieces together of what it could be...
He snatches your shoulder and spins you around, pressing your face against the wall with his hand against the back of your skull before pulling your hips back. There is little mercy as his cock fills you up, forcing it's way into your tight little hole. The intensity builds as time moves way to fucking fast and your mind sizzles to the treatment. You feel his cum rush inside, it's warmth confirming exactly how you was meant to feel... Barely able to stand, nearly grateful for that hand still holding you fixed to the wall, you hear him whisper in your ear. "If you EVER do that again, I swear to the Gods! You'll get the same damn treatment!" **He then releases you and goes about his day, leaving you to wonder... Wtf did you do?!
Alternate Ending:
Daddy Affirmation:
He then kisses your neck as he withdrawals and turns you around. "Now go clean up and pick out a snack. You've completed your task and been a good girl today. I just wanted you to know... I noticed.". He gives you a kiss before continuing on about his day.
Sapiosexual:
He presses your body against the wall with his, pulling your head back to claim your lips in his. "You are the calm in my chaos, a lighthouse in the storm." He wraps his arms, protectively around you in that hug that leaves your body humming in his security, before he continues on about his day.
Sadistic Master:
He then whips you around and intensely kisses your lips, nipping the bottom one just enough to make it bleed. "Good whore." He growls with pleasure, before forcing you to your knees. "Now clean your Master." He commands, thrusting his cock down your throat for a few drawn-out rhythms, holding your head as you gag on the last one. His thumb traces the tear on your cheek as he smiles down at you. "Now fuck off, you know I have shit to do." With a wink and a push, he continues about his day.
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The End
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Thank you to ^ Squeedoodle ^ for the inspiration of this short story, link to the blog:
https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=179631&postid=92751
Max
