In Training

by Michelle Robbins

  "What have you learned today?"

  The question was ritual, but also critical. He needed to know where she was mentally.

  "That you're a terrible shot with your load," she said.

  Wrong answer. The front door closed behind him with a firm click.

  Chapter 7

  Seth churned within Abby, a raging storm of carnal possession. She pushed back against the door, curving her spine to force him deeper into her body. She squeezed his cock with a fist-like clench, one that caused sparks of lights to dance across his vision. Her palms slid against the door in accompaniment to his vigorous thrusts. Her voice came in soft grunts. The sound of hunger, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the rattle of the closet door and the sound of her juicy cunt caressing his cock were a song better than the finest aria.

  She was wet, tight, and welcoming, and he leaned close to speak into her ear.

  "Fuck that cumstick, you whore. That's what you are. You're a fucking whore. You're desperate for this cock, aren't you, slut?"

  It wasn't often that he broke his own rules, but when he did, it was usually world changing, for good or for bad. Fucking her that first evening had been a sudden and inexplicable decision, but he wasn't in the least bit sorry for doing it. Hell, no.

  She responded to control like a dream. Her pussy was so tight around his cock that it nearly caused his eyes to bulge from their sockets. God, it was good. Her cunt flooded with molten honey each time he chastised her. She liked light verbal humiliation.

  That was okay, because he liked it, too.

  * * * *

  His words, dear God, his words...every low rasp caught at her insides, twisting them hotly and pulling a whimper from her throat. Rude, abusive, and yet so inexplicably hot.

  "Listen to you. You're a fucking animal. Just a dirty slut. A fuck-slut, that's what you are. You're a bitch in heat, hot for cock."

  And she wanted more.

  He was hot, so hot his skin seemed to burn hers, turning the sweat across her shoulders and back to steam--at least it felt that way. He stood like an oak, one hand on the door beside her head as he powered into her, fucking her hard and snarling words that turned her into a mass of white-hot need.

  She clenched around him, desperate for the shuddering pleasure of orgasm, but again and again, he held back, deliberately interrupting his tempo to thwart her climb to climax. She might burst into flames at any second.

  "Oh, God, please, Seth--please!"

  He jerked to a stop and grabbed her hair, using it to tug her head backward, baring her throat. Anger twisted his tone. "What the fuck did you call me?"

  Her neck protested his hard hold; her body sang. There was no thought of protest. "Master! I'm sorry, Master. Please. Oh, God, please..."

  "Please what, you slut?"

  "Please, let me come. Please...please..."

  He refused, laying heavy and still inside her. He chuckled, a dark sound that caused her cunt to clench and her soul to shudder.

  "Why should I?"

  "Please, for God's sake..."

  "Why should I?" he repeated the question.

  Desperate, Abby pushed away from the door, rocking her body into his. He avoided her thrust with a twist of his hips and laughed. She wasn't too proud to beg. "Master, I hunger. I need to come. Please."

  "Because you're a fuck-slut?"

  She couldn't hold still, twisting in his grip and humping his cock, desperate for the orgasm that hovered just beyond her reach. "Almost there." She moaned. "Please, Master, fuck this slut."

  Seth slammed into her, his body going rock hard and shoving her against the door. It trembled and shook beneath her hands. He came with a snarl and set his teeth into the hollow between her neck and shoulder. She gasped as pain mixed with pleasure, a potent cocktail that tore her mind from her core.

  Her body locked, the pleasure burning through her as her orgasm exploded and splintered her essence. She screamed, the door in her face muffling the sound as she shivered and shook beneath his power and possession. Oh, God...yes!

  His breath hard in her ear, Seth pulled from her body. Devoid of his support, she collapsed to her knees, her hands sliding down the closet door leaving sweaty streaks on the dark wood. She could barely catch her breath. Her legs shook. Her mind flinched from her recent behavior, her desperate sexual abandonment. She could hear the sound of fabric rustling and the unmistakable sound of a zipper.

  "Orgasm is a privilege for slaves," he said. "You will thank me now."

  Dazed, Abby struggled to speak, finally managing the required statement. "Thank you, Master."

  He tossed the used condom onto her lap. "Clean up. Undress. Meet me in your bedroom."

  She managed another shaky, "Yes, Master."

  Giving her a nod, Seth bent to retrieve his rucksack and headed off down the hallway in the direction of her bedroom. Those tight ass cheeks encased in denim were mouthwatering. They way they bunched with each step--

  "Move, girl!" he barked.

  Abby scrambled to her feet and ran into the guest bathroom to dispose of the condom in the bathroom trash. Cranking on the water, she let it warm while shrugging off her crimson dressing robe. After lathering up a washcloth, she took a quick sponge bath, swiping the gardenia-scented lather beneath her arms and between her legs, removing all traces of fluid and sweat. She ran it down her body, pinking her skin with the water's heat and, lastly, scrubbed her face before turning off the water.

  The girl in the mirror caught her attention. It was she and yet it wasn't. The reflection revealed dilated pupils, bee-stung lips, fuck-rumbled hair and pink-kissed skin. She looked like a porn star or, at the very least, a well-fucked and fully satisfied woman. And she was pretty.

  "Wow," Abby whispered.

  "Girl," Seth called from down the hall, "get in here."

  She ran to the master, a shameless fuck-slut eager for whatever more he had to offer--until she caught a glimpse of her bed and came to a sharp stop. He'd stripped it of linens, tossing them into a pile onto the floor between the bed and windows. Cuffs hung from the headboard and some sort of leather harness had been attached to the mattress. She peered closer, realizing a wide strap lay between the mattress and the box springs. "Uh-oh."

  She looked at Seth, standing there with feet braced and arms crossed over his brawny chest, and swallowed hard.

  "Get on your back," he ordered, "with your hands up for binding."

  A slave's job was to be obedient in all things, or so Seth had told her. She chanted that to herself as she inched toward the bed and the frightening, alien apparatus. Every step closer seemed to magnify the size and threat of the leather contraption. She reclined as directed and raised her hands to the cuffs.

  Seth moved close and began strapping her in. She watched every movement, memorized every buckle, shivered at the kiss of hard leather against her skin.

  He adjusted her position on the bed, pulling her hands farther up over her head and attaching the cuffs to the bed frame with silver carabineers. A third one spanned the distance between the leather straps, linking her hands close together. She watched him snap them together, locking her in place.

  "I'll need an escape loop, something to pull on when I need to get free." The wobble in her voice leached all authority from her words.

  "The time of your release is for me to decide, hence the lock."

  "What I mean is that I might need to get myself free and therefore need an escape loop." She barreled on in the face of his amused snort. "In the event I have a seizure or something."

  Seth leveled a gaze at her. "Suffer from seizures often?"

  "No, but what if I have one all of a sudden?"

  He straightened and stepped away from her, arms akimbo. "Three carabineers connect the cuffs. The one in the middle is locked until I release it. Should you seize, I'll unclip them from the cuffs and set you free. Furthermore, if you're in the middle of a seizure, you won't be working any of the carabineers."

  So saying, he moved t
o her feet and gave a sharp tug, causing her arms to straighten with a grumpy protest of one elbow. He frowned at the sound. "Are you damaged?"

  "No. It was just my elbow that popped."

  "Does that happen often?"

  "Yes," she admitted.

  "I see."

  Seth took up the towel at the foot of the bed and shook it out with a snap. He then tucked it beneath her rump. Abby eyed it, remembering the cost of the set. "Maybe we should use kitchen towels? That sea-foam green was hard to find."

  Ignoring the comment, Seth set to work applying the bindings to each of her thighs and ankles. When it was finished, she felt...strangely excited. He'd laid her out on the bed like some captive readied as a gift to a barbarian king. Correction, she told herself, readied as a gift to a Scottish laird.

  Seth lifted one leg, bending her knee so her heel rested against her buttock. He did that with each leg before hooking the ankle cuffs to the thigh bands with small straps. Satisfied, he paused, running his eyes over her. A dark gleam shimmered in his eyes. A muscle jumped in his jaw. His hands encircled her thighs, his thumbs caressing the sensitive skin at the juncture of thigh and vulva.

  She was bound, gloriously bound; a treat laid out for Seth's consumption. He found her beautiful, stimulating, and gorgeous!

  "You'll want to find someone else to wax your pussy. Your skin is red and irritated."

  Abby jerked her knees closed, knocking Seth on the face. He recoiled with a curse.

  "Oh! I'm so sorry."

  "No doubt," Seth replied, a bite to his tone, before leaning over the side of the bed toward where he'd rested his rucksack. He rifled through the contents. Abby craned her neck, curious, but saw nothing other than the back of Seth's head and his brawny shoulders.

  "I really am sorry," she said.

  "My fault," he replied, still occupied with the search of his bag. "I spoke before I had you fully secured."

  She'd been cuffed, hitched, and hobbled. That wasn't enough?

  Seth straightened with a bar in his hand, and before she knew what he was about, he'd parted her knees and wedged the bar between. Two quick clips of steel against steel followed and the bar rested between her knees, spreading her legs widely.

  "Oh!"

  "Relax against the bar, li'l one. Let it hold you open."

  Seth ran his hands along the outside of her thighs. As she watched, the blue of his eyes darkened and a flush colored his cheeks. There was no doubt of his arousal. Whatever discomfort she felt vanished in a flash.

  Smiling, she pursed her lips and fluttered her lashes. "Like what you see?"

  "Aye." With that, he returned to rummaging in his bag. He found a tube of lube, a pair of latex gloves, and a small, blue plastic envelope. "This training exercise will be to determine your capacity for anal play."

  The information landed into her awareness like the Titanic meeting the iceberg. Bad, all bad. "I can answer that for you: in no capacity. Zero. Zilch. Nada."

  "You have tried such?"

  "No, and I don't want to."

  "Fortunately, that's not your choice."

  She jerked the cuffs, finding out too late how securely he'd bound her. Seth smirked and slid his hands down her thighs to cup her butt. The need for the straps holding her ankles to her thighs became blindingly clear as his thumbs brushed her anus--causing her feet to give a reflexive kick. The leather snapped, but that was all. Kick protection!

  His smirk widened and he dropped his hands away from her.

  She heard a crackle of plastic, then the sound of what could only have been the donning of medical gloves. She shuddered, something ugly twisting her guts.

  "I'm not comfortable with this, Master."

  "Are you allergic to latex?" he asked.

  "No--I mean, yes! Yes, I am. In fact, I get a case of hives with every pap smear."

  He paused, staring at her from between her knees. His eyes turned winter cold as his mouth hardened into a firm line. "Are you telling me to stop?"

  And by stop he meant an end to everything. Her time with Seth would be done. "N-no, but--"

  "I asked if you're allergic to latex."

  Embarrassment kept her from further untruths. "No."

  His gaze held hers, both a warning and a punishment, as he tested the fit of the gloves on his hands, the edges snapping closed on his writs. Flinching, she closed her eyes, unable to bear the weight of that stare for one moment longer.

  Lube squished onto her body. Her eyes flew open at the touch of the cold gel on her labia and anus. She squirmed, unfamiliar and uncomfortable with the touch. "Why are you doing this?"

  "Your future owner, whomever that may be, will have the right to use your body in any way he or she chooses. My job, as your trainer, is to ensure proper preparation of all three of your holes."

  "Only three holes? What, you're not going to fuck my nose?"

  He didn't glance up as he continued to spread the lube. "Your body is mine until you graduate, so technically, it's my nose. Furthermore, if I had any desire to explore your nasal cavity with my dick, I would be allowed such indulgences."

  She found herself nearly speechless. "You can't be serious."

  "I can't?"

  She thought it best to be silent and was so, until his lubed fingers slid into her pussy. She gasped, flash-fire roaring across her nerves. Pleasure stormed her senses. She twisted against the straps, tugging against the cuffs. "That's not my butthole. Not that I'm complaining."

  "I'm familiar with your anatomy."

  He slid his fingers in and out of her pussy, stroking the nerves just inside and bringing her body to life with a tension that wasn't fear. Seth made a noise of hunger in his throat. She echoed the need, her own hunger rising--until his thumb brushed her anus. She jumped, the cuffs rattling against the bed frame, but Seth didn't stop. He massaged the small rosette, getting her used to the feel of anal contact, while distracting her body with his fingers in her cunt.

  "You're not supposed to use the same finger when penetrating my bottom as when you're penetrating my--" She gasped as he moved his hand inside her pussy, causing stars of delight to dance across her vision. But wait, she wasn't done with her warning. "I'll get an infection."

  "Broken toys are of little use to me."

  She began to relax under the dual sensations. Perhaps a massage was his only intent, since this was her first time. If so, it really wasn't all that bad.

  "It's dirty in there, you know."

  "Hence the gloves," he answered.

  Oh, jeez.

  "The key is to bear down when you feel pressure," Seth instructed. "And to relax. Let your muscles accommodate. Your body knows what to do."

  The unfamiliar touch had warmed while the discussion had occupied her mind. She fought against liking the act by trying to avoid his hand and curling her toes into the sheets. Her body resisted, urging her to press into the contact.

  "Dicks don't fit," she thought to mention. "It's a very small hole, if you hadn't noticed."

  "Bigger stuff comes out."

  Oh, jeez!

  Abby tugged against the bindings. Less activity in her pussy and more activity against her anus hadn't lessened the flickers of pleasure dancing along her nerves like fireflies in the night. In truth, it had only transferred the sensation from one egress to the other. But anal sex wasn't okay. She whimpered, torn between surrender and rebellion.

  "The goal is for you to enjoy this, li'l one." Seth's brogue roughened his voice and excitement had tightened his features.

  He was gorgeous in a saturnine way, especially when he penetrated her virgin ass.

  "Ah--no, it hurts."

  "It's my pinky, girl. It's not hurting you."

  "No, really, it hurts."

  "Relax. Breathe. Concentrate on the delights and bear down. Allow the expansion. Your body does this every day. Let it do what it does."

  She squirmed. Her body didn't struggle; her mind did. "This isn't right."

  "Everything between a re
sponsible master and a slave is right."

  As if to prove his point, he adjusted his penetration to apply pressure to the sensitive membrane of her ass as he plundered her with his pinky. She gasped and panted, trying hard to obey and relax. A moment later, Seth ducked beneath the bar holding her legs apart and put his mouth to her cleft.

  Pleasure stormed her, blending the nip of almost-pain from her rear with the delight of his tongue lapping into her pussy. Hunger tightened the muscles of her legs and feet. She jerked against the cuffs. Leather snapped and metal jingled. Spirals of tension seized her spine as threads of fire leapt between her tightened nipples and her pelvis; her eyes fluttered closed as she bit her bottom lip to stifle her moans of enjoyment.

  This was dirty and unwholesome and frankly not okay.

  Yet, she liked it.

  His tongue flicked at her clit, drawing a wail of rapture from her throat before he again closed his lips around the bundle of nerves. He licked and suckled, teasing and tasting and giving her no moment to gather her senses. She sobbed and moaned and gloried, bearing down on the pressure in her ass, her hips rocking as she danced on the edge of pain, but in the grips of unspeakable pleasure.

  Seth laved his tongue along her honey-slick slit before again teasing her clitoris. She bowed up from the bed with a chocked and a gasp. Her body shivered; her inner muscles quivered.

  "Ah, yes," she said on a moan.

  He feasted greedily at her cleft before sending his tongue deep inside her pussy. He nuzzled against her clit, nodding against her, teasing her nubbin with his nose, while tantalizing her cunt with his tongue. She moaned and rocked against him, straining to be closer.

  The leathers snapped and rattled. The back of his head bumped the spreader bar. He used lips and tongue on her pussy, delicious swipes across hyper-sensitive flesh, all the while working the sensitive membrane of her ass. She cried out, a helpless, strangled shriek.

  Her hips began tiny flexions that told of her impending climax. The orgasmic storm brewed just over the horizon, relentlessly rolling toward her...taking her breath...tightening her world into nothing but pleasure.

  "Yes...oh, yes."

  Seth raised his mouth from her and worked her ass, fucking her with a firm touch that offered her no escape. She came with a keening cry and a flutter of her muscles. She shook and trembled, a warm wash of liquid easing from her.