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Morgana laughed. There were very few times she found anything to be funny. She shook her head, her red locks swaying from side to side. “You think, you belong to me, now? No slave. You always belonged to me. It just wasn’t obvious until you showed up here,” Morgana told her. Their lives were on a crash course, eventually, each of them was exactly what the other needed. Morgana felt as though she was doing a service to Cleo for accepting her into her life. The succubus gripped the back of her head, Cleo putting her mouth exactly where it was destined to be. Her fingernails raked against her scalp as she did so, it was loving of a touch as Morgana ever gave. “Hand,” she ordered, but before Cleo lifted it much, she gripped her wrist, and brought it between her thick thick thighs. Morgana cooed when she felt Cleo’s small, slender fingers against her slit. 

Morgana nodded, giving little appreciation to the half naked woman in front of her. She had closed her eyes once again, lifting her chin up as she enjoyed the sun. Morgana was very good at pressing Cleo’s button. By ignoring her, withholding appreciation or even attention was something that only made the small slave even more eager to please her. Ultimately, that was all that Morgana wanted. “Good, good. You’ll be out of classes often, tending to my needs. However, I will make sure you are able to go to most of your culinary classes,” she told Cleo. It wasn’t out of kindness. The succubus simply wanted Cleo to focus on the only class that Morgana actually benefited from. Cleo was quite talented at cooking, but if she expected to be a partner for more than a short amount of time, she would need to continue to get better at it. Morgana pulled open her robe, revealing her scarlet bikini. Of course, her curves poured out of the fabric, something she knew would drive the slave crazy. Morgana pulled on her top, letting one of her breasts free. “Come,” she ordered. Morgana didn’t give any other instruction, by now she had to have known it meant Cleo was to latch on to one of her large, round breasts with her mouth. 

Despite the fact she didn’t have to pay Cleo a dime, she was the quickest to ever respond to her needs. The slave was rewarded in other ways, for her eagerness. Sick and twisted Cleo seemed to enjoy being compensated in abuse. She looked the woman over and pulled her glasses up, resting them on her forehead. “I’m getting hungry. I’ll need to feed,” she began as she sat her book down. “Begin touching yourself,” she ordered. Morgana opened her robe, exposing her curves, knowing that would help get her off. “Tell me, what classes are you taking this semester? I’ll need to make sure you get homework for the classes you miss. You’ll be taking plenty of days of, tending to me needs,” she instructed.

Morgana laid on a lounge chair next to her pool. A pair of red sunglasses, which matched her bathing suit, were perched on her nose. She had a soft, oversized robe on over her figure. She enjoyed her pale complexion, but also had a taste for being in the warm sun. The succubus had to craft a delicate balance in order spend time on her pool deck, or at her private beach. The readhead snapped her fingers. “Eye candy. Come here, now,” she prompted Cleo, one of her nicknames she had given her. Morgana didn’t need as many servants anymore, she simply used her claim to boss around. 

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Cleo was always more than happy to please her mistress, it was a life she never in a million years would’ve guessed she would have. But there she was, thriving as she served the succubus, enjoying every moment the woman used her for her own gain. The brunette smirked when she was called over, quickly making her way to the redhead’s side, kneeling before her, “Yes mistress? What can I do for you?” she questioned, tilting her head to the side a bit, unable to keep herself from admiring the other woman’s unrivaled beauty. 

“ What, salt and vinegar chips? That is one of the worst things in the world.” He said. “ I once had one and I thought it was a horrible joke, like those jelly beans they have. I wanted to die.” He chuckled. “ Now dark chocolate and nuts are amazing. I keep them on me all the time.” He said pulling out a big of dark chocolate covered cashews. “ I’m down for that, I need a buddy to pig out with.”

“Oh come on they’re not that bad,” she laughed. “But I suppose they kind of are a masochists dream snack,” she added with a chuckle. “No don’t compare them to jelly beans, those are the worst things in the world. That and black licorice, like who comes up with that stuff?” Cleo smiled widely, “Well I’m down for that but you’re buying, you’re the master after all right?”

“You will find that I’m not like most college professors,” she chuckled, grinning a little bit at her. “I like to keep things interesting. I’m the Creative Writing teacher,” she said. “Probably why I like to keep things a little more interesting.”

“That’s good! I find following the norm to be boring,” she reassured. “Well, that explains a lot. In my experience, it’s always the English teachers who go the extra mile. Math teachers are the ones you gotta look out for,” she joked.

Mitch’s breathing hastened as he kept a firm hold of her ponytail, plunging his cock down her throat over and over again. To say it felt good was an understatement, soft groans and a light hiss leaving his lips as he looked down at the perfect view he had of her. Suddenly he pulled out as he noticed her hand had moved. “Tsk tsk, I believe I told you to keep your hands on your back?” He remarked with a slight smirk. “Stay as you are.” He said before walking away to open up one of his suitcases, taking out two of his ties and taking them with him back to her. He squatted down behind her, pulling her arms back so he could tie one of them around her elbows, making her have to push her chest out, the other went around her wrists. “There, that’s better.” He said, moving back to her front, lowering himself there to see her face while he moved his hand between her legs. “So wet already, I get it now that you couldn’t keep your hands of yourself.” He said while rubbing slowly against her clit for a moment before placing a firm slap against the sensitive flesh. 

“ I’m all for eating straight-up sugar, it’s the best thing in the world, but not when it is pretending to be chocolate. It’s like when people call Blondes brownies when they aren’t.” He was very passionate about sweets and could talk about them for hours. “ I haven’t tried it myself since this is the first time I tried them, but I know it will be amazing. It’s nice to meet you Cleo, I’m Roman.”

Cleo chuckled at how into his sweets the man was, “I can’t say I’m exactly the same way. I like to think I’m pretty split down the middle between sweet and savory. One of my guilty pleasures is salt and vinegar chips, but I’m also really weak for dark chocolate covered almonds so I guess you could say I enjoy the best of both worlds,” she shrugged. “It’s nice to meet you too. Maybe we can get our hands on some so we can both try it!” she suggested with a smile.

“ Oh, you are definitely going to be my new friend. I love dark chocolate, a lot better than milk chocolate, and White chocolate isn’t really chocolate at all, but I still love it.” He said. “ If it is strawberry milk or a fruity alcoholic drink..”

“Don’t get me started on the white chocolate controversy. People who eat white chocolate must be serial killers it literally just tastes like straight-up sugar,” she laughed. “Huh I never thought of trying it with strawberry milk, you might be on to something,” she replied, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “I’m going definitely going to have to try that! I’m Cleo by the way, I don’t think we’ve actually met before.”

“ Chocolate is just as good, if not better, but this is my new obsession.” He said as he ate another Twizzler. “ They should make Chocolate covered Twizzlers, that would bankrupt me.” He laughed. “ I don’t think water and Twizzlers would be good, but maybe milk or an alcoholic beverage.”

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“Dark chocolate is peak tasty, those who don’t like it are just weak and natural selection is coming for them,” she joked. “Mmm I don’t know about licorice with alcohol or milk, sounds like a night in the bathroom waiting to happen. Water and Twizzlers aren’t anything crazy but I always found it quite refreshing.”

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