Her Master's Courtesan

by Lily White

  She stepped forward and I could tell that her body was off balance because of the sinful and decadent corruption I was building within her. Her hands and knees hit the mattress and I watched her perfect ass lift up when she crawled to the center of the bed. She rolled to her back, taking her knees by her hands and pulling them out and up – almost to her fucking ears. She was wide open for me and a wicked grin played across my lips. My tongue flicked out greedy in its need to taste her. I stalked towards her slowly, unbuttoning my shirt. She moved her head so she could watch me approach and I held her stare, not angry that she looked at me without permission. I needed those eyes right now – needed to see her soul behind them, to know it was mine entirely.

  Pulling my shirt from my body, I allowed it to fall to the floor and I crawled across the bed to her, noticing how her legs shook with fitful need.

  “You’ve earned my mouth with your newfound submission. I’m going to sink my tongue inside your sweet cunt, nibble at your clit and feel your cream slide over my chin.” I placed a kiss on the entrance of her body, flicking my tongue through the soft folds, nipping at her clit, before adding, “And when I’m done with my breakfast, that tight cunt of yours will be riding my cock. I own you, pet, and I can’t get enough of the wet heat inside you.” I bit the inside of her thigh and when she cried out, I licked the spot to remove the pain. “When I eat you, I want your hands in my hair. Pull as hard as you want, pet, I like it rough.”

  She screamed out when I took her pussy in my mouth; my tongue pushing out from my mouth, thick and full, when it penetrated her center. Her hips bucked and I brought my hands down to hold her in place. I nipped at the skin around her cunt, lavishing in the scent and taste of her core. My eyes blinked open to look at the delicate pink flesh and when I sucked her clit between my lips, nibbled softly at it with my teeth, she came instantly. Her hands fisted into my hair and I growled at the lustful pain she delivered. She’d waken the beast inside me, my cock pushing to force free of my pants; demanding to be sunk deep inside her.

  The hot juice of her body spilled over my chin just as I told her it would and I smiled to realize a switch had been flipped – her body was still responsive, but now her mind had joined in on her perversion. Morality had been lost to her self-indulgent hunger. She came hard, guttural moans escaping her chest and brushing over her full lips. I watched her lips part to release her scream – her body shook with the force of her climax. I wanted to bite her mouth, to suck on her tongue and pull away to see that I left her lips even more full and swollen than they normally were. I continued lapping at her juices and her moans told me she was quickly building again. I wouldn’t give her a quick release this time – I would enjoy myself for the moment, luxuriate in the way her hips rolled from the pleasure I gave her. It was my own gratification to see her so lost to my kiss – it fed my ego to know she’d been broken over my cock, my hand and finally by my mouth. I owned this woman and I realized that, for her – there was no turning back.

  When I’d taken my mouth’s fill of her cunt, I crawled away from her, chuckling at her whimpered objections to the loss of my tongue against her needy pussy. I backed off the bed and I wrapped my hands around her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

  “Put your arms above your head, grip your hands into the sheets around you and don’t you dare let go.” I released her ankles to unbutton my pants and let them slip around my ankles. My hands were wrapped around the soft flesh of her hips and I lifted her body off the bed to spear my cock inside her – I pushed in hard, demanding her tight cunt take the full length and girth of my dick. Her body arched up and her head fell back when her perfect fucking lips opened to let out another primal cry. I moved inside her, taking every inch of her wet heat. The muscles of her core molded to my dick and milked me. My balls ached and tightened with the cum I so desperately needed to shoot deep inside her body. I could feel every blessed beat of them against her ass from the heavy rhythm of my thrusts and when she grit her teeth like a wild animal, I knew the bitch was about to explode over me.

  “Fuck! Your pussy is so fucking good.”

  I could tell I was about to release inside her and my fingertips dug into the flesh of her ass and hips, providing a touch of pain to complement the demanding needs of her cunt. She screamed out again, her fingers gripped tightly into the bed sheets around her. She climaxed so hard, it was almost painful when the muscles of her core gripped and rippled along my shaft.

  I pulled out, dropping her body and then grabbing her head to pull her up. Her lips were immediately around my cock and I shot hard down her throat, choking her on the force of my cum. My dick twitched inside the perfection of her mouth and she licked at the shaft, eventually working her way back to the head, licking it and kissing along the rim.

  “Look at me.” My command came out in breathless words, and the sparkling green of her eyes flicked up at me from beneath the thick fall of her lashes.

  “Who owns you?”

  Her lips parted and I could tell she was trying to catch her breath as much as I was mine. Her chest heaved and her skin was flushed and covered with a fine sheen of sweat. She licked my cum from around her lips, before opening that sweet fucking mouth to respond, “You do, Master.”

  I smiled down at her, satisfied with her progress and ready to push her to the next level of training.

  “Yes, that’s right beautiful girl. I own everything about you; your cunt, your mouth, your body and your mind. It’s all mine now.”

  She purred in response and I grinned.

  She was superb.

  Rebecca

  I don’t know what happened over the past week. Each day he sliced another piece away from my mind and my heart. With every new punishment, I felt more broken and defeated; there was no fight left in me and I just went along with the motions and his expectations to keep from being physically hurt. I wish I could say I fought harder, that I forced him to kill me before I’d given up my soul, but that’s not the case. The pain was too much and I wanted it to end so badly, I would have given up my heart too if he’d demanded it.

  When he’d led me into the new bedroom, I didn’t believe it was real. The room was bathed in luxury from the fabrics used, to the paint on the walls and down to the small details and accent pieces. It was decorated to appear artistic and foreign – like something you’d find in Bali or the Middle East. The bright mishmash of colors was in stark contrast the muted tones used in the rest of his house. It was as if the room was the only place with a feminine touch when the rest of the home was dominated by the essence of the strong male who owned it – blacks, greys, whites – a splash of blood red and the silver accent of steel. How fitting that he’d find me in front of a painting that matched the hell he’d created to train women for a life they’d never wanted.

  But still, even knowing that he’d defeated me – even though a small part of my personality existed deep inside me – I wouldn’t fight him, and I was happy to discover the room he’d given me. I was excited to run my fingers over the exotic clothes and I became wet just thinking of his eyes traveling over my body when I wore them. This room was a hint that I could still have a good life – it would just be different from what I’d expected it to become. Had I not been so broken, this room would have meant nothing to me. He’d waited me out, pushed me to a point of hopelessness and then given me these pretty things to entice me into submission. He’d been smart to wait as long as he did. I was so tired, exhausted and hopeless, that I didn’t care that he did this to deceive me, I was just happy to be out of that cold, dark room.

  He’d hovered behind me when I looked around and I couldn’t stop my attraction to him; his scent reminded me of how he’d looked when he fucked me the night before: the strong line of his jaw, the sweat as it beaded down his chest – blue eyes that seemed to see right through me, as if he could see all my desires and secrets just by looking at me. I wanted to please him and I discovered that after whatever transformation he’d forced – I
smiled when he smiled and I came apart when he sunk himself inside me. I craved his touch because it meant that I was good and it meant that I was still wanted.

  It was so much easier than the pain he’d inflicted when I tried to force him out of my head, when I was too afraid and proud to allow him to own me.

  After he fucked me, he made me shower again, then led me back to my new room and selected a sheer white robe for me to wear around the house. I was thankful for the covering and I didn’t hesitate to follow him down another corridor to the kitchen. I was shocked to see a small old woman, happily whistling while she cooked and cleaned. The restraints and toys that had been strewn over the table and rack were all gone, and the kitchen didn’t appear the same as the dungeon from the first night I was here. When the woman finally saw me, she smiled, but said nothing. She made two plates of food and sat them on the table before leaving the room.

  “Sit down. Eat something. You haven’t had much over the past several days and you’ll make yourself sick. Start with the toast to settle your stomach before moving on to the rest.” Aiden took a seat at the head of the table when he recited his commands, as normal as if we done this every day of our lives. I didn’t begrudge his instructions, however, and my stomach growled loudly when the smell of the bacon and eggs wafted past my nose. Picking up the napkin, I spread it across my lap before laughing softly at the irony of still behaving with civilized manners despite everything that had happened in this house. Aiden looked up when he heard me and an eyebrow cocked on his forehead.

  “Something funny?” A smile peeked out at the corner of his lip and I knew he wasn’t mad that I’d slipped and laughed at an inner thought.

  I wasn’t sure if his question was meant to be rhetorical or not, so I hesitated to respond.

  “You must respond immediately, Rebecca. When asked a direct question, it is expected that you will answer regardless if you get in trouble for your response or not. Hesitate for too long and punishment will be required.”

  I was stunned silent for two reasons. For one, I feared my response would displease him – that he’d strike out about my laughter over events that had taken place. But even more than that was the fact that he’d used my name. It was the first time since I’d woken up in that black room that he referred to me by something other than a pet name or insult.

  His eyes narrowed when I still hadn’t responded and I quickly spit out my thoughts in fear of making him angry. “I was just thinking how ironic it was that, here we are, acting civilized, like everything is normal and not…” I paused, my voice dropping to a whisper. “…what it is.”

  His eyes stared into mine for a long moment and then he indicated with his fork while instructing me, “Do not make eye contact unless it’s requested.”

  I looked down at my plate immediately.

  The silence between us was killing me and I desperately wanted to look up and attempt to decipher what he was feeling from the look in his eyes. By forcing me to look away he was cutting me off from knowing anything about him, from knowing beforehand whether he was angry or pleased, whether he studied me or looked away.

  “And regarding your comical thought, this is normal and will continue to be normal for the rest of your life. You’ve submitted and you’ve learned your place. I see no need keeping you locked in a cold dark place as long as you continue to behave. I don’t mind the sight of your heart-shaped ass and perfect tits; therefore I’ll keep you with me in the house. However, if I wanted to, I could return you to that room…”

  I shuddered at the thought.

  “Not every owner is the same as me. When you are sold, your new owner can do with you as he pleases, but while you are in my home, you will act with dignity and grace when you’re not being whipped or fucked. Do you understand?”

  “Yes Master.”

  My eyes welled up again and I was disturbed by the reason for my tears. I was no longer crying that I’d been made into a sex slave by Aiden – no. Now I was crying because I didn’t want to be sold and start all over again. I didn’t want another man’s hands on me. I didn’t want to be in another cold, dark room. I’d already learned to accept the man sitting across the table. “May I look at you?”

  “No.”

  I should have shut up then, but I needed to know how long I had before I was given to the man who’d purchased me.

  “How long will I stay here?” My question was asked quietly – partly because I was afraid of upsetting him and partly because I was afraid to hear the answer.

  He was quiet again and I heard him inhale a deep breath and slowly blow it out. “That is not information you need to know, pet. Eat your food. You have a guest arriving shortly.”

  My heart shattered at the cold way he’d blown off my question. I picked up my fork and slowly ate the food on my plate. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t put the thought out of my mind. Somewhere deep down inside, I still needed to have some control over my fate. Maybe if I was good enough – if I obeyed – he’d choose to keep me instead of selling me into the slavery of another man.

  My fork hit the plate hard when I dropped it and a loud clatter echoed through the large kitchen. I continued looking at my plate, so I didn’t know if the sound annoyed Aiden. However, his next words told me it did.

  “Is something wrong?” He spoke without emotion, cold and obviously annoyed. I fought to keep my mouth shut, but I was too afraid of where I could go when I left this house.

  “Can I stay here?”

  I wasn’t sure if he’d heard me. I could hear his fork scraping across his plate, something else that sounded like the rustling of a newspaper. I wanted to look up and search his face for any sign of what he was thinking, but I knew I was in trouble for having asked the question in the first place, and I didn’t want to anger him further by breaking one of his rules.

  I heard him set down the fork before he finally answered, “I don’t keep courtesans, pet. I acquire them, train them and sell them to whichever client ordered them. I have no use for a live in whore when I have others who need to be trained. It wouldn’t do anybody any good.”

  “I can be an example. I’ll behave…” Tears flowed freely from my eyes and my words shook as bad as my bottom lip. “…I’ll do anything you ask, without question or argument, I’ll…I don’t want to be sold to another man. I want to stay here.” I watched my tears fall onto my plate and I heard his chair scrape against the tile floor. When I recognized the sound of his approaching footsteps, I cowered in my chair, folding over myself in an attempt to appear small.

  His feet stopped and my eyes flicked to the floor to see his black leather shoes. My body was shaking with fear – absolute fear of everything, but mostly his decision on sending me away.

  “Look at me, pet.”

  His voice was stern and I noticed that since we’d started this conversation, he’d reverted back to calling me ‘pet’. It had to be a sign of his anger. I peeked up at him and I cringed to see the angry line of his jaw.

  “Stand up.”

  His eyes were dark, a shade of blue that reminded me of an angry sea. I pushed back in my chair, the wood scraping loudly against the tile. When I tried to stand up, my legs were weak beneath me and my hand slipped from the table. His large hand wrapped around my arm to steady me. He moved me away from the chair, walking me to the middle of the kitchen and letting go.

  “Stay there.”

  He walked back to the table, grabbing a chair and turning it around to face me before sitting down.

  “Come here.”

  I stumbled over my first step, terrified as to what he was going to do. When I stood inches from him, he looked up at me.

  “I don’t condone arguments from courtesans. It is looked down upon regardless of the topic of conversation. When a Master or an owner gives you his answer – that is the final answer. Since you argued, I’ll have to punish you. Your argument is not a cute mistake that I will tolerate from you.”

  My throat swelled from my dread. H
e was going to return the pain – would he also lock me back in the room with no light, no heat and no sound? Have I just banished myself back into the hell of oblivion and loneliness that comes with not even being able to see your hand in front of your face? I choked on a sob waiting to hear what he would do.

  “Lay over my knees.”

  I shook my head, begging for him to change his mind. “No…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” My words were stuttered and punctured by sobs. “I’m sorry, please don’t punish me.”

  His hand wrapped around mine and he pulled me in closer. I knew he wouldn’t forgive what I’d done. He pulled me across his knees and I felt the back of my robe pulled up, exposing my ass to the air. The first slap echoed across the room and was only broken by my scream. His hand slammed against my ass over and over again and my skin felt like it was on fire where he struck me. After he’d hit me ten times, he rubbed his hand over the sore skin, soothing the burn, but not the ache that existed beneath. My body was positioned in such a way that my clit rubbed up against his leg and within minutes, I was panting while at the same time shaking from the force of my sobs. His hand continued its motion and when I heard him chuckle above me, I let out a relieved sigh.

  His fingers slipped though the slickened skin when he said, “Your pussy is wet. I know your mind tells you that you hate punishment, but your body disagrees. This is what I mean by your responsiveness … it really is remarkable. Now stand up. I’m not giving you a release – you’ve done nothing to deserve it.”

  I pushed up from his lap, but refused to look up into his face. I didn’t know if he wanted me to look at him or not so I took the option that seemed safe. It must have been the right one because he grabbed my hand and led me toward the hall.

  “It’s a shame you didn’t finish eating. It will be another few hours until you have the chance again. As it is now, you are late for a very important appointment.”