by Galia Ryan
Adam took Jerusha in his arms and kissed her, his hands moving possessively over her body. Anna knew that nothing could hurt her as much as this.
Jerusha was turned to face her. Her head was back and she was lost in her own world of pleasure, murmuring over and over in a language Anna did not know.
Adam lifted the heavy tits for Anna’s approval. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
“Yes, Master,” Anna agreed miserably.
“Do you still put my pleasure above your own, Anna?”
“Yes, Master.” She was crushed, but even so managed to choke the words out.
One hand moved down between Jerusha’s legs. Anna watched numbly as he worked on the other woman’s clit. She had never seen anything quite so intimate, and her own body reawakened. She knew exactly the exquisite sensations he was creating; it was as if Adam was working on her as well. She moaned and felt the telltale stickiness of her own juices on the inside of her legs.
He was taking Jerusha to the edge.
“Can you feel her frustration?”
“Yes, Master, I can feel it,” she whispered.
Her nipples were hard and aching. She longed for the relief of his touch, but knew it would not be forthcoming.
“What would you have me do?” he taunted.
“Fuck her, Master. Take your pleasure with her.”
She meant it. Even though it would cause pain beyond anything she had ever experienced, the torment of watching Adam gratify himself would be her salvation. He would know he could ask anything of her, and she would give it.
Although lit by dozens of candles, the room was still dark and foreboding. Wooden shutters kept out the night, while overhead beams and rafters followed the line of the roof and were lost in a fearful blackness. The bed, one of the few pieces of furniture in the room, was huge and draped with the flowing gauze of mosquito netting. Anna groaned, twisting in her bindings when Jerusha lay down and opened her legs. The sheets were already in disarray and, as Adam’s thick cock began to move slowly in and out of her, the woman clenched them, further bunching up the fabric in her fists.
They were in their own world, a world of lust and undeniable need. When Jerusha cried out that she was cumming, the tears rolled down Anna’s cheeks. But she couldn’t look away. Mesmerised, she watched the other woman bucking under her Master as wave after wave of release coursed through her. And then, seconds later, he, too, came in a series of deep and intense thrusts.
Afterwards they lay exhausted, their bodies still entwined. Anna knew that Jerusha had satisfied Adam’s immediate need and fought down feelings of envy and rejection. That she herself was still aroused and not a little frustrated did not help. He had shown her that if she were to have a place in his life she would have to accept that she was not the only woman who could ensure his satisfaction.
Chapter 24.
Sometime later Adam released her. Jerusha had slipped out into the night, and Anna crawled into the still warm sheets to take her place.
“Sleep,” he instructed but, wrapped in his arms, all she could do was try to ensure her sobs didn’t disturb him. Eventually exhaustion took over and she fell into a fitful slumber.
She was woken not by the brilliant sunlight filtering through the louvers, but the deafening sound of cicadas. Adam had gone. Although she wondered where he was and when he would return, her first priority was finding the bathroom. When she did she understood why there had been no need for her to bring anything. Like a child in a sweetshop she sampled the wide array of luxury brands of lotions and potions before indulging in a long, cleansing shower.
Wearing only a towel, she ventured onto the veranda and found breakfast already laid out for her. Pastries, fresh fruit, a large pot of intensely black coffee, and a note from Adam telling her he would be back later that morning and that her clothes had been removed for laundering. He also informed her that he expected her to remain naked at all times.
Guiltily, she dropped the towel.
She poured a cup of coffee, selected a sticky nut and sugar pastry and leaned against the wooden railing to enjoy the view. On three sides of the villa, lush green foliage and tall swaying palms dominated. On the forth was a long empty beach and the ocean, now pure turquoise with tiny whitecaps in the distance. A reef, she concluded, wondering not for the first time exactly where she was.
As stunning as nature could be, what really excited her was the pool and spa set into the villa’s deck. On separate levels, both were complemented by huge daybeds, thoughtfully set out with towels. A selection of books and magazines was just waiting to be rifled through.
This has to be heaven, she thought happily. She refilled her cup and wandered around to see what else she could discover.
Spending the rest of the morning in delicious idleness, she read until she was too hot and then plunged into the sparkling pool to cool off. Every now and then she closed her eyes and drifted.
“Happy?”
She woke with a start. He was sitting on the other bed, and it looked as though he had been there awhile.
“Sorry, I must have fallen asleep.”
“You looked so peaceful, I’m sorry I woke you.”
She stretched her arms above her head and then turned onto her side to face him.
“It’s so lovely here. Is all this yours, too?”
“Partly.”
“Well, if it were mine, I’d live here all the time.”
“I thought you wanted to live in Paris?” he laughed.
“Can I have both?” she responded.
“You would soon tire of having nothing to do other than swim and eat and sleep.”
“I’m not so sure.” She smiled contentedly.
She passed him the sun protection she had found.
“Would it be okay if I asked you to put some of this on me?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
She turned once more to lie on her stomach.
Slowly he massaged the lotion into her back, and she revelled in his touch. Every now and then he would slip a hand around her to find her breast, and each time he did so, she gave a little intake of breath. He moved down her legs and worked his way back up. When he reached her thighs she instinctively parted them and, knowing what she wanted, he teased her clit with his oily fingers.
“Oh,” she murmured.
“You like that?”
“Mmm.”
He continued playing with her until her wetness mixed with the scented lotion and she was bucking against his hand, trying to get his fingers inside her.
“Anna.”
“Yes, Master?”
His middle finger slipped between the cheeks of her arse.
“Have you ever had a cock in here?” His voice was low and sensual.
“No, Master.”
“Never?”
She tensed as his finger started to probe.
“Relax.”
She tried. But it was difficult, especially when she felt the tip of his finger invade her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it.
“You’re so tight.”
He was breathing heavily.
“Do you want to please me, Anna?”
“Yes, Master.” She started to tremble.
“Then lift up your sweet virgin arse and hold your cheeks apart for me.”
She pulled her knees under her to lift herself high off the day bed. Then, burning with embarrassment, she reached back to carry out his instructions.
Adam poured lotion down her crack, allowing it to run over her cunt. He smeared it widely before sliding his fingers into the hole he already owned, playing with her until she was once again groaning in need. She heard the rustle of fabric as he lowered his chinos. Then she felt the head of his cock as he placed it against the puckered hole of her arse and pushed.
Instinctively she tried to reject him, but he grasped her hips and steadily worked his way in a little deeper each time. Finally he was hard against her cheeks, and she felt the pressure of his balls on he
r clit. She groaned aloud, both in lust and pain. She had no idea how she could want this, but she did.
“Oh yes, Master. Fuck me, oh please fuck me.”
She was lost in a place she had never been. Each thrust was more painful than the last and she felt as if she was tearing apart. But she continued begging for more. He was fucking her hard and relentlessly, uncaring as to her discomfort, until, hearing her plead desperately for her own release, he gave the last violent thrust and filled her with hot cum.
“Sweet Jesus,” he gasped for breath. He waited a moment for her to settle and then let his cock slip out. With his arms around her, he gently eased her sideways so that they were lying together, his chest hard up against her back.
She couldn’t stop shaking.
“Thank you for giving me such a prize,” he said softly.
“Thank you, Master, for taking it.” Her voice was weak.
“You’re very tight. We need to loosen that hole up a little. Then it won’t hurt so much.”
“Yes, Master.” She understood he meant to use her over and over again until he was satisfied with her accessibility, but felt she had already been stretched to such an extent that it would never be a problem again. She snuggled back against him, closing his hand around her breast. She wasn’t sure when it had happened, but she had discovered she needed the torture of being taken to the edge and left there. Would he ever allow her to cum, she wondered dreamily. She hoped not.
“I bought you something while I was in town.”
He offered her the tissue-wrapped package.
They were lying together on the daybed, watching the sun drift lower and lower over the horizon.
“Go on, open it,” he encouraged.
It was a necklace of opalescent white pearls twisted with tiny shells and pink coral.
She gasped in delight.
“Oh my God, it’s beautiful. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
She leaned towards him and kissed him shyly.
“I think the pleasure is mine. Again.” She blushed. “Will you fasten it for me?”
She lowered her head and lifted her hair from her neck. Then she took his hands and placed one on each breast.
“If I am allowed one wish, it is that you will always want me.”
“Why? Because I have bought you a necklace?” he teased, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
“No. Because you have shown me what I am.”
“And what is that?”
“Your slave,” she offered simply.
“Unconditionally?”
“Unconditionally.”
For a moment he said nothing.
“Do you realise what you are saying?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I want to be owned by you. To give up all rights to my own free will. I want to be yours to do with as you wish.”
“And if one day I do not want you?”
“Then I would have to accept it.”
“Are you completely sure that is what you want? You have already seen that one woman is not enough for me.”
She looked deep into his eyes. “I’m under no illusion.”
He said nothing for a long moment.
“Anna, why do you need to punish yourself?”
It was her turn to remain silent.
“I’m not complaining,” he said gently. “For my own reasons it’s something I enjoy doing to you.”
“What makes you think I want to punish myself?” she asked quietly.
“Perhaps because you like being fucked by strangers and being paid to do so turns you on more than you know. Or,” he caressed her glistening skin, “perhaps you know even that isn’t enough. Maybe you need to go further—to experiment with the darker side—and want someone who you trust to take you there.”
She couldn’t look at him. She was worried that he was right.
“Do you know how many relationships are based on the submission of one person to another?”
She shook her head.
“Believe it or not, most of them, in one way or another. Relationships are really nothing more than negotiated agreements. It doesn’t matter what the bottom line is. It could be financial or emotional, but one person will always be stronger than the other.”
“Have you ever loved?” she asked.
“Once. When I didn’t know any better. You?”
“No.” Not in the way she loved him.
“Then we make a good couple, don’t we? Anna, I want you to think very hard about what you are offering me. You know very little about me. If I were to accept, you would be my slave in all senses. Do you understand? Let me spell it out for you. I do not love you in a romantic sense. I enjoy fucking you. But I also enjoy fucking other women.”
He leaned forward and lightly kissed her forehead.
“You are one hell of a woman, though. And very tempting.”
“And if I loved you?”
“It would make no difference to me. I would use you and whore you. Sometimes to those I know. Sometimes to those I don’t, for that is your value to me. I would take you when and where I chose, and demand things of you that you might not want to give.”
Anna licked her lips. Her mouth was dry and her heart was pounding.
She was afraid. Afraid he would not want her. And just as afraid that he would.
“You need to think about what you really want,” he said at last.
“I already know.”
“I don’t think you do.”
Chapter 25.
Back home from the island, Anna knew she could never see Adam again. She had made a monumental mistake in declaring her love for him. In no uncertain terms he had said he preferred their relationship—if that’s what it could be called—to remain as it was. A casual arrangement he could pick up and put down at whim.
The fifth bead was delivered that morning. Of similar size and shape to the others, this one was decorated with a motif of tiny flowers.
She saw it as a parting gift.
She had threaded it onto her bracelet and was just placing the item back into its box when her mobile rang.
“Hey, great, you’re back. How was it in the far north?”
Was it really only two nights earlier, on the pretext of using Adam’s bathroom, that she’d texted Jake to say she’d be out of the city for a couple of nights while arranging a mortgage for an old customer? It seemed like a lifetime ago.
“Not as cold as it might have been.” Guilt consumed her. Jake didn’t deserve her lies and he certainly didn’t deserve her betrayal.
“Listen, we’re all at the Brickie’s Arms having a drink. Why don’t you come down? We don’t have to stay. If you want we could go on later and get something to eat.”
“Sounds good. Give me half an hour to change.”
“No problem. The Pinot Gris will be waiting.”
Anna disconnected the call.
She did love him. He was perfect husband material. Good-looking, caring, responsible. What more could a woman ask for?
To be dominated, a little voice suggested.
Not anymore. It was over. Gold beads or not.
Really? the voice questioned.
She ignored it. It was time for her to cut all ties with Elite, find a normal job and pray Jake would never find out what she had been doing for the last year. They would get a place together and start saving for a house. That’s what couples did. Then they would get married and have a family. In the meantime she could easily find another bank willing to employ her, even though she had been out of the industry for a while. She just needed to do a little networking.
Opening a drawer she resolutely pushed the box containing the beads and the bracelet as far to the back as she could.
Jake made no effort to hide his pleasure when she turned up, putting his arms around her and kissing her, despite the bantering of his mates.
“Ignore them, they’re just jealous. I missed you.”
; “I was only gone two days! But I missed you, too.” She pulled him closer and returned his kiss. “So, any reason for the party?”
“The usual.”
That meant they had been called out to a particularly nasty situation.
“Fire?”
He shook his head. “Pile-up on the motorway. Kids involved.”
“Don’t tell me.” She hated that he was often so close to death. “So, what’s new?” she asked as she sat down.
There were some six or seven guys and it was clear from the array of empty glasses on the table that this was not their first drink of the evening.
“Well, Pinkie here’s got a girlfriend,” someone offered. There was raucous laughter while the fire-fighter in question turned even redder than usual.
“Don’t listen to them,” he said, shaking his head in embarrassment.
“I won’t. It’s time some of you grew up,” she admonished in her best schoolteacher voice, to more laughter.
“Hey, we can’t all be like Jake here.”
“No. God certainly broke the mould with him.”
Anna turned to Jake and smiled. “He did, didn’t he?”
“Good thing, too. How do you put up with his choice of music?”
She shot a quizzical look at the fire-fighter who had asked the question.
“He means the rock and roll,” Jake explained, shaking his head.
“Plays it all the time he’s on watch.”
“Elvis I could understand, but not what he plays,” said another.
“What is this, get at Jake time?” He grinned, leaning forward to make his point. “There’s plenty I could say about you lot.”
“Never,” said another. “Good as gold we are.”
“Yeah, right. Just give me the chance and I’ll tell her what you’re all really like.”
“It would only make her love us more, wouldn’t it Anna?”
They were a great bunch of guys.
After she’d finished her second wine, Jake held up his glass. It was half empty.
“We could go after this if you’re hungry.”