by Jamie Knight
It felt like minutes, but the numbers on the clock disagreed. It had been relatively harmless, keeping the file of set answers in my mental archive. Some say that photographic memories don't exist, and they don't. At the most only in the reductionist sense.
Rather than seeing actual photographs in my head, it was more like a short movie, replaying what actually happened in real life to the best of my recollection. I had it tested once. According to the test, I had a 92% recall.
“Okay, I think that’s about it,” Sara said, at the end of our interview. “Could you send Morgan in, please?”
Dressed in her best and wearing her collar, my sweet little pet sat down in front of the webcam. It was supposed to be private but nuts to that. After sitting her down at the counter chair, I sank into the cool leather of the couch not seven feet away. Right near the cord for the router. If things got rough, I would literally pull the plug.
It was all pretty straightforward stuff. She was asking Morgan how it felt to be the one chosen out of so many beautiful contestants. The emphasis on ‘beautiful,’ was no doubt written by Bateman.
They also asked how she liked it so far. My heart swelled with pride at how she handled it. I was a bit surprised when she said how much she liked the process. I couldn’t help but wonder if she liked what I did to her. Not at first, but after I went wild on her at her request, reminding me that she was entirely mine.
I was still silently thrilled at the thought. I kept repeating to myself, ‘She’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine!’
“Was that okay, Master?” she asked, ending the call.
Morgan yelped as I slammed her up against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist, the office chair still spinning behind us. I had decommissioned the camera in the office wall long before, setting it up with a closed video-loop I recorded myself when I wasn’t there.
Ripping off her panties, I unzipped my pants and shoved my throbbing cock deep into her pussy, fucking her hard as she screamed into my shoulder. Turning away from the wall, I got down on my knees, laying her on the floor, my cock still deep inside her.
Putting her legs so her ankles were against my shoulders and grabbing her wrists, holding both in one big hand, I started to pound her again, pumping my monster cock into her sweet little cunt, kissing her passionately. My tongue muffled her yelps and screams of delightful pleasure and exquisite pain as she was pummeled.
Pulling out in the nick of time, I took her face in my free hand, and forced her mouth open as I stroked my load down her throat. Morgan smiled blissfully as she swallowed down my cum, licking her lips to make sure she got it all.
“More. Please, Master.”
Taking her at her word, I flipped her over onto her belly. She yelped with delight. Holding her hands behind her back, wrists crossed in the middle, I devoured her pretty little asshole, relishing her squeals of joy.
Her ass properly prepared, I mounted her, pressing the head of my cock against her, pushing slowly in. I only went in about a quarter of my total length, seeing as we didn’t have the benefit of lube. Snugly inside her, I started to move, making her feel every inch. Morgan moaned accordingly.
When I was sure I was ready, I started going harder, working up to a good solid rhythm. Morgan squirmed and moaned beneath me.
“Yes, Master! Please. Fuck my asshole!”
I started going harder, Morgan screaming out in joy. I put a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound, my more traditional ball-gag not available.
It didn’t take long. Morgan’s entire small frame vibrated with an orgasm just as I got ready to unleash a relentless torrent of cum into her ass, making her raise her head from the superbly carpeted floor and human contentment.
I eased out as slowly as I could, careful not to hurt her. It was usually initial penetration and withdrawal where bad things happened. Gathering Morgan into my mighty arms, I carried her toward the warm, mineral bath.
Chapter Twelve - Morgan
It was a strange bliss. The mix of pleasure was so intense it was almost pain, and there was also pain so gentle and loving it felt like pleasure. There really was little difference between them in the grand scheme.
Adam, my master, he knew all about that. He had mastered it and was sharing that knowledge with me. I felt blessed.
The whirling came on suddenly. I sat bolt upright in the bed, wondering what the hell was going on.
“It's the blinds, pet, they're on a timer,” Adam said, not opening his eyes.
“Oh.”
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“A bit.”
“I’ll be right back.”
Slipping silently from his bed like a sleepy ninja, he moved with uncommon grace to the door, clad only in a pair of fleece pants. I somehow doubted they would want to broadcast how he looked right then. The extent of his tattoos were beyond what would fit inside the minds of most people.
Then again, that was probably the point. I admittedly hadn’t known Adam Leary for very long and yet had gotten the impression that he was the sort who was very good at following the letter of the law while still smashing the spirit to smithereens.
“Who are you talking to?” I asked, coming into the kitchen after hearing what sounded like him talking to himself.
“The producers, mostly. It is a game I like to play. I doubt they'll broadcast any of the footage of me cooking. Not only because it might well be considered boring. My mad culinary skills notwithstanding. What are you doing here?”
“You never told me to stay.”
“Good girl.”
“Where did you learn how to cook?”
“At my mother's hip. It was just the two of us, so she wanted to make sure I was properly equipped for the world. She taught me to shoot, too, but it has never really come up since. I prefer negotiations to brute violence. “
He turned to look at me then. His face doing that thing where I couldn’t read his expressions at all.
“Why aren't you wearing any clothes?”
“You didn't tell me to get dressed either.”
“Clever little fox,” he said with a half-smile.
“I am learning from the best, Master.”
“Sarcasm?” my master inquired.
“Not at all.”
“Good, otherwise I might have to spank you. “
“Spank away, Master. I won't cry.”
“After breakfast.”
Serving up two plates of delicious food that tasted like he had grown it himself, Adam went over to the table, gesturing to it with his head. I obeyed my master's wish and sat down primly, waiting for him to tell me I could eat.
“Eat,” he ordered.
A little thrill ran through me as I picked up my fork. There was something really sexy about being ordered about by a dominant man, no matter how simple the activity might be.
We ate in silence, Master not telling me I was allowed to speak. His own attention set to chewing every bite exactly thirty-seven times. It was odd yet also oddly endearing at the same the same time.
I wondered who had told him he should do that, or least who that he would actually pay any attention to. His mom maybe? He didn't strike me as the mama's boy type, but you never could tell just by looking.
When we were finished, Adam collected the plates and put them in the sink, covering them with hot water. Leaving them to soak, he came back to the table, his face unreadable. I should have seen it coming.
The first touch was gentle, a tender caress down my cheek. What I hadn't noticed was his other hand going down toward the waistband of his pants.
Twisting my braid tightly around his hand, he all but impaled my mouth on his rock-hard cock. After a moment, he loosened up a bit and I moved off, coughing and gagging. Not completely heartless, or heartless at all really, my sweet master stroked my neck as I recovered.
“That was for coming into the kitchen naked. You are mine. Body and will. No one is to see you but me. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Stroking the back of my head, Adam gently guided me back down to his magnificent cock, letting me suck him.
“Look at me, Pet.”
Look at him, I did. My gaze locked with his as I took his massive cock as far down my throat as I could without gagging. He stroked my hair as I sucked, showing more gentleness than I ever expected the kink to hold. It was abundantly clear I had been grossly misinformed.
Adam started to tense so I slowed down but I refused to stop, wanting to keep his warm, comforting cock in my mouth for as long as I possibly could. Inevitably, he came, filling my eager mouth with his sweet cum and I swallowed it all down like a good pet.
“I believe you were promised a spanking.”
“I thought you were kidding, Master.”
“I never jest about such things. Bend over.”
I was trembling with excitement. Bent over the massive table, the cool, posited wood under my naked body, I was vulnerable to anything my master wanted to do to me. I was ready. I just hoped it wouldn't hurt too badly.
The first strike echoed through the dining room. I rose up onto the balls of my feet, biting my bottom lip to keep from screaming. It hurt, but not in a bad way. I also wasn't looking forward to another like that.
Hard and sharp, he used his fingers and struck in a downward motion. My ass was still stinging when the second strike came. It was considerably lighter and in a cupped upward stroke. It felt like a relief after the first. Adam continued like this, incorporating his other hand to gently work my pussy until I came, shaking and moaning softly.
Pulling me into a standing position, Adam scooped me up into his strong arms and carried me to the bedroom, making me feel like a princess.
I had expected another event like the one I had gotten after the online interviews, but no such thing came to pass. My loving master had other things on his mind at that moment.
Dressing me in clothes that seemed surprisingly rugged, Adam himself dressed in a similar manner. He took my hand and led me out to the back door of the building and toward the tree line.
“There aren't any cameras are there, hung from branches or whatever?” I asked him.
“I haven’t seen any. I steeped the area pretty well and I didn't find any. If there were any cunningly hung so I couldn't find them, they would have been destroyed by the owls or woodpeckers.”
“There are birds?”
“I was surprised, too. Near as I could figure, the ancestors of the current generation were here before the island was formed and just kept on keeping on. Also, we aren't that far from land. They could easily fly back and forth, using the island as a sort of home base. One of the things I have in common with them.”
“You live on the island all the time?”
“As much as possible. I have a place in the city and a health club and all that, but this is home. I spend maybe a total of four months a year in the city. The rest of the time, I'm here. I really only go into town when I am working or working out. There's a great view of the mountain from my gym."
“I've been wondering about that, Master.”
“About what, my pet?”
“Why do you still work when you are already rich?”
“Everyone needs something to keep them occupied. For me, it used to be travel and sex and study. Though my work was always a constant. I like to think I am contributing something. I stopped actually taking a salary about five years ago. I'm down to editing only two of my print publications myself. The same two I started out with.”
“May I ask how old you are?”
“Thirty-two. I've packed in a lot of experiences in a few years. That's why I wanted a place to call my own. All my own. That we shot on the property was one of the stipulations for me doing the show.”
“Home field advantage,” I said.
“Literally and figuratively,” my master concurred.
As he guided me through the raw, unbeaten woodland paths, the clothes suddenly made a lot more sense. We ended up at the giant maw of a natural cave rising up between the mighty evergreens.
“Wow,” I said, despite myself.
“It’s why I really wanted the island. I had three in mind that were similar. This was the clincher, however. Mansions and private jets are one thing. Not exactly a dime a dozen, but something you’re almost supposed to get when you get past a certain level of wealth. But how many billionaires can say that they have their own cave?”
It made an odd sort of sense. An actual answer to the age-old query of what to get the person who has everything. Except that he had gotten it for himself, of course.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand.
The cave was mostly just dark at the front. Nothing too impressive except for the novelty of it. The fear of bats was overwhelming any potential sense of wonder.
If there were birds on the island, who knew what else might be there? Unbidden, my imagination started going wild. Images of trolls and dragons danced in my head.
The dark was broken by Adam clicking on one of those super powerful flashlights that go for five or six hundred bucks each. No trolls, no dragons, not even bats. Just the dirt floor and the beautiful, sparking rock walls catching the light.
“Like it?” Adam asked.
“Love it,” I said, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
“No one else has seen this,” Adam said, making me feel very special indeed.
We spent the afternoon in the caves, exploring, talking, getting to know each other away from the cameras and the producers and all that stress. In my heart, I had to admit that even if it hadn't been for the show, I still would have come to the island with Adam. Even if he had put an ad online or something.
The money of course played a role. A million dollars would certainly change my life, but there was also a lot more to it than that.
We were hiking back through the woods, picking our way through the dark. The flashlight was still only helping so much when Adam's cell began to jingle.
“Leary here. Oh, hi Shonna, what's up? No, I haven't. Why do you ask? Okay, I'll go do that now.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“We have to get back,” he said.
Sweeping me into his arms like Tarzan, Adam made it through the woods with no trouble. Or flashlight.
I was worried about what awaited us when we returned, but in his strong arms, I mostly only felt content.
Chapter Thirteen - Morgan
Adam wouldn't tell me what Shonna said, claiming it was classified. Those were likely her words, not his. He just insisted that we watch the most recent episode of the show.
I was surprised they had anything, considering we were in the first week. All was cleared up when it actually started, and it became obvious that it was a sort of promo.
Our interviews were intertwined with fresh footage. According to the narrative spun by the promo, a handsome billionaire had chosen a single mom mostly to make her feel better about herself because he pitied her. Like some kind of fucked up fairytale.
I found myself questioning everything. Had I not had the experiences that I had had with Adam, I would suspect him wholesale. I would feel betrayed and suckered and want to walk right out the door.
But recent history, particularly the producer telling me it was off without Adam seeming to know anything about it, made me think that there might be things beyond even his control. He was the feature of the show, not the show runner. I was sure he had some kind of influence, but even online reality TV was a producer's medium.
Trick or not, I had already agreed to be his pet. I swore an oath on everything. Besides, he had certainly held up his end of the bargain, completely dominating me and making me feel things I had never dared imagine possible.
Despite my confusion and my hurt, I decided to give Adam the benefit of the doubt, at least for the moment, and continue being his pet and having him as my master, like we had agreed.
I thought he might break the computer after the trailer was over,
though. I had never seen Adam so mad. It was as if he was as upset about the spun narrative as I was.
Still, it was a reminder of how set up the whole thing had started. How fleeting. I was determined to enjoy it as long as it might last.
When Adam touched my hand, I almost jumped into his arms. We both needed a distraction and I was hard pressed to think of a better one.
Adam kissed me hungrily as he carried me over the threshold of his mansion, giving me fantasies in the theatre of my mind I dare not entertain. The blue light shone on his skin as we entered.
Rather than going to the bed like I had expected we would, he carried me to a door I had never seen before. It was dark in there. There were no lights to be found within. Were it not for the light coming in from the main room, we would have been cast into pure darkness.
Setting me down on the hardwood floor, he turned me away from him and toward an expanse of darkness I assumed was a wall.
“Bend over.”
Silently, I obeyed, putting myself into the void. My hands found solid plaster. I thought maybe he was going to spank me. I dearly wished he had. Because instead, he did something much worse. He left. Not far, just back into the main bedroom, but he might as well have flown away.
I did my best to repress a terrified sob. I really did prefer the ball-gag.
Minutes later, he was back. He stroked my back, telling me that he was there and that everything was okay.
“D-did you know?” I asked.
“Know what?”
“I'm fucking afraid of the dark!” I screamed, unable to hold it in.
“I had no idea. You did okay in the cave.”
“No, I didn't. I was screaming. On the inside, anyway, but you were with me, holding my hand and you had a flashlight.”
“I'm really sorry, I didn't know.”
“I also didn't tell you," I conceded. "It's not something I really mention a lot. It's a bit embarrassing. Astrid is the only other person who knows.”
“I'll get the lights on.”
“That would be nice.”