Master of Minds, Master of Me Chapter 104. Lorelia: When Resistance Shatters

I cup Felix’s cheeks. He looks to be in so much pain; it’s horrible to watch him.

“Felix. Look at .”

“No. I need you to go back ho. Just leave, and I’ll be fine.”

“You are not fine!” I burst out yelling. “I’m sick of you constantly saying you’re fine when you are not! I swear I’ll punch you if you say that word even once more.”

His eyes lift to look at , clearly not expecting my outburst.

“What happened, Felix?”

He furrows his brows, as if trying his best to concentrate.

“My father…” he forces out. “…fell into a coma. I wanted to see him, but—”

His voice turns into a painful grunt. I had no idea sothing had happened to his father. Since the whole Palace got destroyed, his father perished too. So the news about his coma never reached outside the Palace.

“I’m sorry, Felix. But please just stop resisting it.”

“No. There must be so other way.”

‘’Master Loneflare said that you can’t burst anymore, so there is nothing to worry about.’’

‘’How can I trust that a simple bracelet keeps from bursting?’’

‘’I think we both know that Master Loneflare doesn’t lie. Just trust him and let it go.’’

‘’What if I hurt you too much?’’

‘’I’ll be okay. Seeing you like this brings so much more pain than anything. I would rather die than watch you being like that.’’

He just falls silent.

I really need to make him snap. Say sothing to him that makes him lose it. I’m sure every ti he has ended up destroying the Palace, he just held on and tried to resist. So I honestly believe that letting the mana take control would make him calr.

I swallow, already hating what I’m about to say.

“Felix. You need to calm down. If you don't, your father was right all this ti.”

His eyes snap to mine, the purple swirling in his irises.

“You are nothing but a huge failure, Felix. And you will never be anything else. You know it.”

In a fraction of a second, his hand shoots to my throat, and he pins to the floor. I flinch from the pain when my head hits the floor.

“Shut up.”

I smirk at him.

“What? Does it hurt to hear the truth?”

His grip tightens on my throat, and breathing gets hard. He grins. And holy crap, he looks so freaking hot. I know I should be worried about him, worried about the pain he is experiencing. But I can’t help my body reacting to him. It’s been so freaking long since he has touched .

“You really are my doom, aren't you, pretty flower?”

He is choking so hard that I can't speak. I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him closer, pressing his lips to mine. He tenses for a while. I slip my tongue inside his mouth, and that wakes him up. His lips suddenly start to devour , and I answer the best I can. My body ignites, and all I want is to feel his touch.

He withdraws too soon, letting go of my throat, and I gasp for air. He is chuckling, still a little maniacally.

“My pretty flower surely is a naughty one. So you really want to use you?”

I nod.

“Even if it kills you?”

I force my voice out. “At least I will die happy.”

He grins, clearly pleased. “Better not regret it.”

Suddenly, soone stands next to Felix, and I focus on him. But it’s just Felix. Did he create an illusion of himself? Sothing snatches my wrists, and they are yanked above my head. I look there and see a third Felix starting to bind my hands with a belt. I look at all of them, not really understanding the situation I’m in. Are all of them illusions? Is this all just happening inside my head?

The belt tightens on my wrists, the leather digging into my skin. One of them disappears for a while and cos back with the collar I made for Felix. Soon, the leather tightens around my throat.

One of them takes a knife, and I just stare at the sharp blade. Is he going to bind my arms to the floor with that, like that one ti in the Vault?

“I know you think you can handle ,” he says in a low voice. The blade slips under my dress from the neckline and slowly slides down, tearing my dress in half. “But can you handle three of ?”

I gulp and look at all of them. How can I know who the real one is? They all look so real.

Soon, he has stripped of my clothes. One of them leans over .

“Fuck, how much I have missed your squirming body beneath .”

He leans in to kiss , so I guess he is the real one. I want to wrap my arms around him, but one of them is holding them tightly against the floor. I press and rub my thighs together, needing so pressure. But then sothing yanks my legs apart.

“What an impatient pretty flower,” he murmurs against my lips.

I feel his lips kissing my legs, climbing slowly up. So is he really down there? And I’m just kissing an illusion? It’s starting to be confusing. They all feel so real. Actually, why do I even care what is real and what is not? He feels so good, I don't care if this is just happening inside my head or not.

He withdraws from the kiss and just looms over , his gaze drilled on as I nudge myself lower, expecting to soon feel his lips where I have ached for them. I spot his hair slowly turning darker from the roots, making him look like the Devil who has co to collect my soul. And I’m more than eager to give that.

The one over tilts his head, looking rather amused. His hand creeps onto my throat again, squeezing over the leather collar.

“Is your cunt aching for my touch already?”

I nod.

I feel a gentle breeze over my pussy, his lips so close that I just grind myself lower. But the one above yanks my arms higher and presses them tighter against the floor. My wrists hurt from the pressure.

“Patience, pretty flower. You will get what you are begging for, since I could never resist your scent. It’s like a fucking drug for .”

And then his tongue slides gently over my clit, and I sigh in relief. His tongue moves agonizingly slowly. I try to sway my hips against his rhythm, begging for more. He just feels so freaking good after all this ti.

His hand tightens around my throat, and I feel the blood and airflow getting weaker and weaker. But I don’t care. I only care about the rising heat in my pussy, the pressure building up slowly as he keeps licking and sucking . He suddenly bites my clit. I would gasp if I could, but instead, my body just twitches from the pain.

I already feel the orgasm creeping up on slowly, and I try to chase after it the best I can. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the feeling of his tongue.

Then his electricity shoots through , and I dart my eyes open and stare into his darkened eyes.

“Eyes open, pretty flower. I need to see the eyes I love so much.”

I try my best to focus on him, but I slowly start to feel hazy, my vision getting blurry due to the lack of air and blood in my head. The orgasm keeps growing closer at the sa ti. I’m not sure which is closer, the orgasm or suffocating. It’s just there, just a tiny push more.

But just then his mouth stops moving, and his hand leaves my throat. The blood and oxygen surge inside my body. It feels sohow so ecstatic. I mourn the loss of my climax, but enjoy the adrenaline from being able to breathe properly.

I don’t know how sick I must be to enjoy this. But sohow, giving my life into his hands like this just feels so free. Knowing that I can’t control a single thing, not even whether I live or die, feels exhilarating.

Felix grins above .

“Does my pretty naughty slut want to co?”

I nod.

“Do you think you deserve to co?”

I just stare at him, not sure what I should say.

“You disobeyed , pretty flower. I told you to stay away, but you didn’t.”

I gulp. Is he really mad about that? He leans in closer, whispering in my ear.

“And naughty flowers are not allowed to co.”

He bites my neck as I feel his mouth starting to devour my pussy again. I moan. I know he is just teasing , driving to the edge once again, only to deny my climax once more. But I can’t help but surrender to him. He feels too good.

As he keeps kissing and biting my neck, he starts to wrap the leash of my collar around my neck. I barely focus on what he is doing since my focus is all on my pussy, which is once again slowly starting to clench harder as I try to reach my climax.

He withdraws from my neck and hands the end of the leash to one who is still pressing my hands tightly to the floor. He yanks it tighter, making really choke on it. I can’t breathe, not even a little bit. The one looming over starts teasing my breasts and nipples, and the orgasm starts to build up even more rapidly. He bites and sucks my breasts. My eyes water from the pain, and the oxygen is depleted from my lungs once again. But all I can think of is the pleasure.

When the orgasm is just right around the corner, my vision starts to blur once again. Then he stops. Everything.

I gasp for air; the oxygen filling my lungs is even hurting a little bit. I whimper in agony. My tears fall down my cheeks. It was so freaking close. He really is a jerk for not letting co.

“Fuck, Lo. You look so fucking divine, being desperate like that. I can’t wait to see you co like the dirty slut you are.” He leans in close, his lips brushing mine, his wicked grin in place. “But you need to repent for your disobedience first, pretty flower.”

The one holding my wrists down gets up and unwraps the leash around my neck and frees my hands. He stands and walks to sit on the bed. My eyes widen as I realize he has no clothes. I didn’t know he had taken them all off while holding my wrists. He yanks the leash.

“Be a good girl and crawl here for .”

I startle a little, since only one of them has said anything out loud. So is he now the real one?

I get on my fours and obey. I’m willing to do anything to be allowed to co. He moves to sit in the middle of the bed as I reach the edge.

“Climb up.”

I obey, and soon I’m faced with his hard dick, twitching eagerly.

“If you really are as obedient as you claim, I think you know what to do.”

I lean down to lick the glistening precum on top of his dick. Oh God, how much I have missed the taste of him. I focus on sucking him, wanting to please him the best I can. A pair of hands lands on my waist, lifting my ass up.

I really don’t know how he is doing all of this. It feels just too good to be true to feel him simultaneously all over my body. I have no idea why he was afraid of letting the mana control him. It feels just like heaven for .

Slap.

I gasp loudly, and not even his dick in my mouth prevents the sound.

Slap.

I squeeze his thighs with my hands for support.

Slap.

Oh God, he hits so freaking hard. I just concentrate on breathing through the pain.

Slap.

I feel his fingers sliding through my hair, and then my head is pushed down, and I choke on his dick. My eyes start to water again.

“Co on, don’t lose focus, pretty flower.”

He lets go of my hair, and I suck in a breath before focusing on him again.

Slap.

I flinch, but don’t lose focus on sucking him.

Slap.

Every slap hurts more and more, the skin starting to tingle and burn from his touch.

Slap.

“Fuck, Lo. You have no idea how fucking beautiful your ass looks. You look so fucking mine.” His voice cos from behind .

His words stir sothing in , and they make suck him harder. I try to take him as deep as I can, and I hear his low grunts.

Slap.

I don’t know how or why, but I feel the orgasm starting to build once again, even though he isn’t even touching my pussy. Just being able to please him makes my body excited.

Slap.

I gag on his dick when he suddenly thrusts it in with force.

Slap.

Oh God. I’m really going to co soon. He starts fucking my mouth, and I just focus on not gagging too much. My eyes water as he keeps going.

Slap.

“Is my naughty flower really going to co like this?”

It’s impossible to answer him while he keeps shoving his dick in my mouth so ruthlessly. He grabs my hair again and forces his dick all the way down my throat, cutting off my airway. I choke and gag, but no air cos through.

Slap.

“You really are the perfect toy for . So fucking eager to please .”

Slap.

The climax rushes closer. I’m so on the edge of coming. My head feels dizzy again, the air depleting inside my lungs. But I just want to co so freaking much. My tears fall as I focus on the orgasm.

Slap.

Just one more push and I’m there. But then he stops slapping and keeps his dick buried inside . This ti, the feeling of coming doesn’t fade away. It stays there, lingering and waiting for that last push. I press my hand against his thigh, trying to pull my head away for air. But he won’t let . I start slightly panicking.

“Just a little more. You can take it, I know you can. You are doing so well.”

My lungs start to feel painful, and in that mont, he pulls my head up. Once again, the air surging into my lungs feels so freaking good. That feeling alone finally tips over the edge, and I cry out while finally being able to co. My whole body trembles as I ride the orgasm. His hands grab my waist, and he thrusts his dick inside my pussy with one forceful movent.

I scream. My pussy is still pulsing from my climax; it was not ready for his dick yet. I feel it pulsing around him desperately.

“Fuck, how your pussy feels so good around . It was made for .”

I’m not even sure which one of them is talking. I’m still too lost in ecstasy. I feel his hand on my chin as he lifts my head, and I’m once again faced with his purple eyes. My eyes are still full of tears, and my vision is blurry. But he still looks like a God in front of . A God I gladly worship and give my body and soul to. I just stare at him. My body feels so exhausted already. My muscles are ready to give up. Just being on my fours like this is too much.

“You did so well for . You look so fucking divine like that.”

He wipes so of the tears from my cheeks while smiling, clearly pleased.

“I love seeing you like that. So broken, so hurt, and so mine.”

I keep staring, too tired to speak.

“Getting tired already, pretty flower?”

I nod.

He starts to grin and leans closer.

“Better brace yourself. It’s far from over.”