Her Master's Courtesan

by Lily White

  “Well, well – if it isn’t Rebecca Hallowell. What did you do to end up here?”

  His expression was pompous and cruel and he slid his hand up my trembling leg, teasing at the sensitive skin beneath with his fingers before forcing them painfully inside. I choked on my bile forcing its way up my throat and I shook with the sobs his touch created inside me.

  “I knew you were a little dirty tramp the first time I saw you fucking my son. I have to admit – after seeing your tits bounce on that security tape, the way your ass shook and the way your little cunt looked when my boy ate you out, I wanted nothing more than to fuck you myself. How did it feel to know that the only thing he wanted from you was to fuck you, hmmm? I laughed when he told me he ditched you the next day and distributed the tape anyway.” An evil chuckle emanated from his chest. “I’ll have you myself tonight, bitch. I’ve jerked off so many times to the film I still keep of your virgin night. Did you know Trenton was fucking my courtesans when he dated you?”

  He pulled his fingers out from inside me, licking them before returning his hand to bury a finger in my ass while cupping me and shoving his thumb inside my vagina. I moved my hips in an effort to escape him, but there was nothing I could do to get away. I was stuck in place by the shackles at my ankles and the cuffs at my wrist – and in these, heels, my balance was precarious. Any sudden movement and I would lose my footing.

  Turning, he looked at Aiden and yelled, “Aiden, my good man, you have outdone yourself. I’ll offer you however much you want to fuck this whore. I don’t care what price you ask – I have to sink my dick inside the sweet pussy that you have displayed on your wall.”

  Returning his attention to me, he remarked, “It will be a dream come true. Won’t it beautiful?”

  He lowered his voice when he added, “I can’t wait to get my dick up inside that sweet little cunt – to feel my balls slap around your firm round ass. Then, when I’m done, I’ll go home and send your father an email inviting him out for a game of golf. While he cries about his missing bitch of a daughter, I’ll remember what it felt like to fuck you, to take every inch of this beautiful pussy you have to offer. Fuck. I might even try to outbid your buyer. Wouldn’t you be excited to have Trenton back – we could fuck you at the same time … father and son. You’d like that wouldn’t you? You always were such a dirty little slut.”

  He slipped his finger up over my clit and I became wetter, my bottom lip trembling violently to realize that even despite my absolute hatred and disgust with the man who touched me – my body still responded, eager and waiting for the feel of a man’s domination and lust.

  Tears fell over my cheeks and I looked over at Aiden, desperate for him to step in and stop this man from touching me. His words broke my soul apart and fractured the small bit of pride I had left. I’d been a laughing stock for so many years and I wondered how many of my friends had seen that tape without telling me. All this time, when I’d thought I was the prim and proper girl I was supposed to be – I was nothing more than a whore who was laughed at when her back was turned.

  It was the final straw, the weight that broke me apart. My pride was shredded when the life I’d known before was revealed to be a lie. I flinched away from him as much as I could. My body relaxed when he was finally forced away by the approach of a man who’d just been talking to Aiden. He had a genial smile, but I still saw the licentious need behind his eyes. He didn’t hesitate to run his hand along my body, to finger fuck me when I was chained to a wall. His fingers were more nimble, thinner but longer than Mr. Carlisle’s and I couldn’t help the growing heat in my core. I could see in his eyes that he was intending to get me off where I stood and the muscles started to clench and ripple over the length of his fingers. My breath became a quick pant and I leaned my head up against the wall, imagining it was Aiden’s hand that slipped inside me. Finally, I felt the climax push through me and I moaned hard when the wave of ecstasy rushed forcefully through my body. When I’d finished and when my body still quaked from the aftershocks of my orgasm, the men in the room applauded.

  “Dinner is ready gentlemen. Let’s eat.” Aiden’s voice boomed over the room and I heard him laugh quickly after his statement. “Gail and Anthony…you might want to wash up before you eat.”

  I opened my eyes and looked down at Aiden. When he noticed that I watched him, his expression gave away the dissatisfaction he obviously felt. I could tell he was angry.

  He ignored me for the rest of the evening, the men sitting around eating their meals, casually discussing business or the weather while I hung on the wall and their slaves bowed at their feet. At one point, Mr. Carlisle pushed his chair away from the table enough that I could see the man he’d brought in with him with his face bobbing up and down over Mr. Carlisle’s crotch. I grimaced to realize that the bastard father of my ex was into men and women alike. I was surprised to see a male courtesan when he’d first entered, but I realized how stupid I’d been to believe that only women were made into slaves.

  When the men finished their dinners, coffee and dessert was served. The wait staff ignored me when they passed and it was unnerving to be made to feel as if I truly wasn’t a human being, strapped naked and helpless to a wall. Nobody gave me a second glance, as if I didn’t exist – as if I wasn’t a woman, stripped of her dignity and pride, made into nothing more than a decorative object.

  “So, what do you say, Aiden? I’ll give you $50,000.00 right now to let me have a taste of your newest acquisition. You’ve outdone yourself in the selection of this one – I happen to know first-hand what a filthy little whore she can be. The bitch fucked my son years ago and I have it on tape if you’d like to see it.”

  Aiden looked over at Mr. Carlisle and smiled. “$50,000.00 for a taste?” He looked up at me, cruelty written across his expression. Turning back to Mr. Carlisle, he said, “I think we can work out a deal on that. Yes, I’d love to see a video of my courtesan in the throes of passion. Was your son able to get her off like me?” He chuckled and the man he’d referred to as Anthony, laughed beside him.

  Anthony’s voice was jovial when he added, “With the way the bitch moaned when I fingered her, I might just have to outbid Gail for that enchanting cunt.”

  Aiden laughed. “Gentlemen, it’s my money we’re speaking about here. She goes to the highest bidder this evening.”

  Shattered – that is how I felt when he joked about letting another man fuck me. He would glance up at me every so often and there was no emotion behind his stare. His eyes looked dark and angry and I knew he’d hand me over to be fucked – used – tossed aside by the man who offered the most money.

  The only thing I could do was hope that Anthony beat out Mr. Carlisle in the bidding – but my hope wasn’t realized. Once Mr. Carlisle offered $100,000.00, Anthony quickly backed out commenting that a piece of ass would never be worth that amount of money. Aiden nodded at Mr. Carlisle and stood up from the table congratulating him on his win. He strolled towards me, casually and without a care in the world. Pulling a key from his pockets he freed me of the shackles at my feet and reached up, pushing up on his toes to unlock the cuffs at my wrist.

  Reaching up, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me from the frame, steadying me on the five inch heels strapped to my feet. Turning back to the men seated at the table he remarked, “I’ll need to speak with her before we start the festivities. Gail, there’s a table under that cloth over in the corner of the room. You are welcome to pull it out to the center of the space, so that we can all witness just how well you still perform in your old age.”

  While the other men laughed at his joke, Aiden led me out of the dining room, down the corridor and to a small sitting room. When we entered, he closed the door behind him – a small snick sounding as the lock latched into place. He walked to the brown leather couch on the opposite side of the room and sat down, slapping his knee, indicating for me to approach.

  I looked up at him and the anger in his eyes terrified me. When I reached him, I
fell at his feet, prostrate across the floor. “Please Master – please don’t let that man touch me. I hate him, I absolutely fucking hate him – please…” My last word was choked and broken by my fear that in minutes I’d be fucked by the man who destroyed my life when I’d been none the wiser.

  “Look at me, pet.”

  Pet. That word, it was how I knew for a fact that I’d angered him in the dining room. I prayed that my punishment would be the sting of his whip and the bruising pain of a cane. I’d seen those tools in the room he’d designed for sex, the room where he’d fucked me until I was seeing stars – the room where he’d kissed me for the first time.

  I peeked up at him from beneath my lashes and he scowled down. Even angry, he was beautiful and the ire in his expression only revealed the true power and danger that existed inside him.

  “You’ve embarrassed me in front of my peers. Your eyes consistently met theirs and mine - your body flinched away when they attempted to touch you. You should feel lucky that Anthony granted you an orgasm because if it had been me, I would have left you without a release, swimming in the hormones of your body, begging for another small brush of my thumb across your clit.”

  I trembled, my mind racing with what he would do. It occurred to me that he didn’t care about my problems or issues with his guests, and that the only thing that concerned him was his reputation. I hadn’t obeyed, I’d broken basic rules that should have been ingrained in me in the amount of time he had me. But I allowed my disgust with Mr. Carlisle’s presence to overshadow my submission to the man who now sat before me.

  I wasn’t a good pet – and I wasn’t his perfect whore – and my heart fell to realize that by fucking up tonight, he would, ultimately, sell me into the slavery of another man – I would lose him because I couldn’t obey.

  He reached over and pulled open a drawer on a side table by the couch. From it, he extracted a thin black strap and several condoms. Returning his attention to me, he instructed, “Over my knee pet.”

  I crawled over his knees quickly, relishing the warmth of his pants over my abdomen. I closed my eyes waiting for him to strike. When he did, and when I heard the sound of that thin leather strap impact with my ass, when I felt the fire across my skin that developed from the force of his hit, I moaned. I’d become accustomed to the pain and I appreciated the place it took me – far away from the dirty bastard who waited for me in the dining room. I hoped that Aiden would hit me hard enough that I’d pass out from the pain, completely useless as anything more than a dead lay. I could feel my pussy get wet from the rhythmic slap of leather and my body jerked forward with each impact across my skin. After ten strikes, he smoothed his hand over my ass and I could feel his cock harden against my stomach. He breathed heavily above me and I pushed into his touch, attempting to make him want me too much to hand me over to another man.

  “Get down on all fours, crawl to the center of the room and put your forehead against the floor and your ass in the air.”

  A smile graced my lips, I’d won. His own lust had defeated his desire for the cash that Mr. Carlisle had offered. I made sure to move my body as seductively as possible across the floor, slowly lowering my head and presenting my ass to him – welcoming his domination.

  I heard his shoes hit the floor when he removed them – heard his pants unzip and the belt clatter against itself as they fell down his legs. His feet padded across the floor when he approached and I pushed my ass up farther begging for his abuse. Anything would be better than that old man laying another finger on me.

  “You’re going to make me a proud man again, aren’t you, pet? You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl and not complain. Am I correct?”

  I had to entice him, had to make him want me so much, the thought of another man’s hands on me made him sick. “Yes, Master. Please – I deserve to be punished.”

  My body ached for him and I pushed up impossibly higher, begging for him to force himself inside me. He dropped to his knees behind me and just the feel of his warm hands on the skin of my hips was enough to build a lustful fire inside me. I heard the condom package ripped open and within seconds the full length of his cock was forced inside me. My mouth opened and a guttural moan rolled over my lips. My head hit the floor from the force of his thrusts and an orgasm twisted and balled inside me, waiting to explode through my belly. Just when I couldn’t stand it any longer and when my body shuddered with the impending release, he growled out his own climax, pulling out before I could reach mine.

  I was confused at how quickly he’d finished, leaving me bare and wanting, like the girl so many years before who thought it was normal to be left unsatisfied after sex. Thoughts of Trenton returned to my head when Aiden stood up and walked away. I could hear him redress. As soon as he returned, his hand was in my hair and I cried out when he pulled me up on my feet, the hair ripping away from my scalp as he picked me up off the floor.

  His face was in mine suddenly and he spit out his words, rage dripping from every syllable he spoke. “I’ve left you wanting, pet. I’ve left you in a place where your body will respond to anything just because it needs the release I refused to give it. Guess who’ll be giving you your orgasm tonight? Had you not defied me I would have turned down his offer. $100,000 is nothing but pocket change to a man like me. But you broke my rules and you did so in front of other men. That is not a mistake I can allow. Your punishment wasn’t your spanking – you liked that too much. I have something else in mind.”

  Pulling me by the hair, he led me from the room and back down the corridor into the dining room. I cried out in pain and tears continued to pour from my eyes. He dragged me to a table set up in the center of the room, quickly strapping me down with my head facing one direction and my ass hanging over the other side.

  Aiden grabbed a chair and sat down in front of me. His face was level with mine and I could look him in the eyes. He grabbed my chin and held me where I could look at him. Locking his angry eyes with mine he whispered, “You be a good girl and take it. We’ll call this payback for the embarrassment you caused.”

  He tossed a condom to Mr. Carlisle while commenting; “She only received her shot today. You’ll need to wear this if you intend to take her cunt. I can’t exactly hand over a pregnant bitch to her buyer. If you want her ass, it will be an additional $50,000 – I haven’t yet broke it in completely. You can’t have her mouth. For now at least, I am her Master and that is the one part of her that is mine.”

  I heard Mr. Carlisle laugh behind me and I cringed when his hand ran over my bottom. “Look at those lovely marks. Thank you Aiden, for warming her up for me. You drive a hard bargain. I think I’ll just stick with her delicious little cunt for tonight. It’s too bad she’s laid on her stomach though, I would enjoy watching her tits bounce when I fuck her.”

  I felt him position himself at my core and he pushed in, letting out a moan that sent chills running across my skin.

  “You like that, don’t you bitch? You dirty little whore. You like my big dick inside you. I’m going to ride you so fucking hard; you’ll be feeling me when you walk again. Scream for me slut – I want to hear what I’m doing to you.”

  His hand slapped against my sore ass and I screamed out from the pain. When I attempted to close my eyes and when my body retched with my disgust, Aiden squeezed my chin between his fingers and I opened my eyes.

  His voice was deep and low when he demanded, “Keep your eyes on me. He might be the one taking your body, but your thoughts better be on your true Master. Don’t you dare look away from me.”

  And then he did something unexpected, he leaned forward and he kissed me. Angry and urgent his lips pressed against mine and the full weight of his tongue invaded my mouth. I could taste the chocolate and coffee on him and I kissed back, my mind escaping the man fucking me, my thoughts replaced by the motion of Aiden’s mouth over mine. I was his pet – his courtesan – and he reminded me of that fact by kissing me.

  Despite the torture of h
aving Mr. Carlisle’s dick inside me, I climaxed hard when my thoughts were turned to Aiden, when I pretended it was his dick that pounded against me, his balls that slapped my ass. Aiden knew that he owned not only my body, but my mind as well – and he claimed the more powerful of the two when he claimed my mouth with his. He was punishing me, but also granting me a hiding place from the disgust and degradation of Mr. Carlisle’s touch – all I had to do was let him take over the thoughts in my head, to let him finally own every fucking thing about me.

  Very quickly after I came, Mr. Carlisle finished; screaming out above me, calling me whore and bitch and slut. His sickening laugh sounded when he pulled out of me and he slapped me across the ass again. As soon as the slap echoed through the room, Aiden bit down on my bottom lip, reminding me that his touch was the only thing that mattered. He replaced Mr. Carlisle’s pain with his own and I was grateful for what he’d done.

  They left me strapped to the table for the duration of the night, the juices of my body growing cold from the air in the room. After what felt like hours, I finally heard the men make their excuses to leave.

  When they were finally gone and the only sound left was that of the wait staff cleaning the table, I felt a hand rub up along my leg, over my ass and my back, finally settling in my hair. Two sparkling blue eyes met mine when Aiden knelt down in front of me.

  “You were a good girl for taking it, Rebecca. Despite another man’s touch, you belonged to your Master. You let go of your own feelings and came while being fucked by a man you despise, solely because my lips were pressed to yours. I finally own you, my beautiful girl.”

  He kissed me again and my lips felt they were on fire when they moved across his. My heart beat rapidly in my chest and my body readied itself to be fucked again.

  He pulled away, and let go of my hair to run his hand along my cheek. “Let’s go get you cleaned up. You’ll have a long day ahead of you tomorrow.”