“Yes, sir.” She dropped her eyes back to the floor.
He must have leaned forward because his mouth was against her ear, “I told him I wanted to taste you.” His words made a pulse appear between her legs. She was wet and his words only built the fire burning down low in her stomach. He laughed softly in her ear and she felt the strongest urge to turn and kiss him. “And your Master didn’t want to share you. So, I offered to buy you right then. He and his associate are discussing it.”
He’d offered to buy her? Her head turned and she found herself barely an inch from his lips, he pulled back first. “Sir?” She asked for clarification the only way she could think of.
“I know all of this started badly for you, that you were forced into this. I’ve never been happy about that aspect of their enterprise.” One of his fingers swept down her cheek, and he spoke quietly so the others in the room couldn’t hear. “I want you to know that with me you could have something consensual, but I will be honest that my appetites are very similar to his. What would change is your right to stop it. You could stop me with a word.”
His voice was serious, and his eyes were hungry. A visual of him between her thighs suddenly flooded her mind and she wanted to squeeze her thighs together to hide how wet she’d become.
“My request has him quite upset, so I need you to be brave, no matter what happens.” His eyes looked past her for a moment and then returned to hers. “Do you want to stay with him, Thalia? Answer me.” His voice carried the command with such power that her body arched slightly just hearing it and his eyes trailed over her.
“THALIA! Come here!” Her Master’s voice rang out like a whip crack across the room, and she jumped. His partner was standing behind him with a face now filled with irritation. The man next to her, James, immediately lifted his hands from her and sat back in the chair, not even looking at her anymore but staring across the room at her Master.
Fear filled her like cold water as she crawled towards the guard. When she reached him he grabbed her by her hair and almost lifted her off her knees with the force of his pull. She yelped loudly and started to lift her hands to grab at his but stopped herself. The guard raised his voice so the room could hear him, “It seems my newest girl, Thalia, has already attracted an offer my friends. Would any others like to bid?”
The guard’s blue-gray eyes were filled with steel as he challenged anyone else to speak, then he stared right over her head and she knew he was locking eyes with James. Her body arched and she whimpered, trying to ease the pressure from her hair.
“What was the offer?” A man with a dark complexion asked as he leaned against one of the walls drinking a glass of wine. His voice was rich and exotic, with a hint of a French accent. She could see him staring hard at her.
“The current offer is – substantial. My brother is very interested in accepting it, but as the party has just started we don’t want to end the festivities so soon.” Her Master’s voice had the cold edge of rage in it, and although the words were pretty she knew he didn’t mean them. She wanted more than anything to hide from him, or plead with him to not be upset with her.
Had he said brother?
Her eyes shifted to his partner standing behind him, and it clicked. Slightly older than her Master but the same hair color, the same shoulders, not as muscular as her Master but more refined, more contained. Both had blue eyes.
He had a brother, and James had said he normally helped the guard train the girls, but the guard hadn’t let him. He had argued with his brother over her.
“We haven’t even seen her in action up close, how do we know your little camera feeds have not been edited?” A male voice behind her with a different accent spoke up. The words made her whimper.
“Excellent point.” Her Master shoved her to the floor hard, and she caught herself on her hands with a gasp. She waited a moment before slowly pushing herself up into a kneel again. He had told her to go to James. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Why was he so angry?
His brother stepped up and she heard him whisper in her Master’s ear, “You are not in the right frame of mind to conduct this. Let me.”
Her Master turned and glared at his brother but the man didn’t back down. His blue-gray eyes flicked down to her and she immediately dropped her gaze as terror dragged its claws through her.
Not his brother. Not again.
“Fine. You wanted the party, you have it. You want to showcase her, you can. As always, you’re in charge.” Her Master’s voice hissed the words between his teeth before he brushed past him and walked towards the kitchen. The brother stepped towards her and she felt herself tense in fear.
She was crying, she could feel the tears. She knew it was a bad idea but she cried out for him, desperate to avoid his brother, “Master! Please!”
The guard paused for a moment but then he disappeared through the doorway to the kitchen. He left her with him. She felt sick as a pit of fear opened in her stomach.
His brother leaned forward and wound his fist into her hair. His grip in her hair was firm, and completely controlled. He pulled it just hard enough to hurt, and tilted her head up to his. He whispered close to her face, “I’ve watched you. If you misbehave and embarrass me in front of our guests, I will sell you somewhere where my brother’s actions will seem like a glorious vacation. Do you understand?” He was cold. There was no anger in his voice, he almost sounded bored, and she had no doubt he could and would do exactly what he threatened.
“Yes, sir.” She quivered under his touch and then he let go of her, clapping his hands loudly as he addressed the small group.
“Friends, you know that my brother and I provide consistently well-trained submissives. Thalia, as you’ve observed, is especially responsive.” He moved to the center of the room on the black carpet and snapped his fingers. “Come here, Thalia.”
She crawled forward until she knelt next to him, her breath hitching as she fought to suppress the urge to cry again.
“Down.” His voice was short, an obvious command, but the guard had never used it so she was unsure what to do. She decided to bow, her head touching the floor and her arms stretched in front of her. She quivered as thoughts of what he’d do if she were wrong filled her head. He sighed and his hands grabbed her hips and lifted them until her ass was in the air, her pussy exposed as her knees were still spread. Then he thrust two fingers sharply inside her and she winced as flashbacks of the night before hit her.
“Gentlemen, she’s already wet and we haven’t even played with her yet.” His voice was calm, but the chuckles she heard from the room were much closer now. Her face heated instantly. She wanted to lift her head and find James, but she knew she wasn’t allowed. His fingers slid forward and back slowly but she shook her head against the floor. She didn’t want him to touch her at all, she wanted to disappear into the carpet under her.
Thalia whimpered as the guard’s brother worked his fingers inside her, and she was a little happy when her body didn’t react to him. He circled her clit with his thumb and her hips jerked automatically, but she was quickly losing any arousal James had created with his firm touches and his powerful words.
“The girl is not being very responsive today, is she now?” One of the voices above her.
“Maybe you scared her too bad. That’s been an issue for you before, hasn’t it?” Another voice, a hint of mockery evident in it.
The brother’s fingers left her and he grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed, pressing her into the floor. Panic brimmed inside her, threatening to burst out in sobs. She was embarrassing him, he was going to hurt her, refuse James, and sell her off to some nightmare. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t respond to him!
“She’s given us a little trouble, as you all know, but we have turned her around rather quickly. She just needs a little incentive to behave.” His fingers dug into her skin and she yelped.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d be happy to do the demonstration. It is what I asked your brother
for, after all, and I am the high bid.” James’ voice was close by, smooth and calm. “As long as no one else objects, of course?”
“Let the Brit show her off, he got the ball rolling on this party anyway.” Another voice, that one was clearly American. Thalia had closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see them gathering around her.
She was shaking. She knew it was from adrenaline and fear and the proximity of the guard’s brother, and his whispered threats. A quiet sob slipped from her lips as his hand released her, and she heard him take a slow breath, “Of course, you should have the opportunity.” That cold voice couldn’t fully disguise his anger that she’d failed to respond to him again. The same frustration from the night before appearing.
James’ voice was above her, warm and soothing, “Thank you. Thalia has been quite responsive to her Master, you are right.” His fingertips traced her spine and sent chills down her back. “I think she’s just feeling a little shy with everyone here.”
His hand trailed back up her back and wound into her hair, “Up.” His voice commanded her gently, and he pulled slightly on her hair as she moved back into a kneel and then stood. He had to be six feet tall as short as she felt next to him. He guided her back to the chair he’d been in, and he smoothly pulled her across his lap as he sat down. His hand brushed through her hair and trailed over her back making her shiver. “Spread your knees.”
She did, and as he pulled her towards him on his lap, so she was more secure, and she felt his erection press against her. His palm moved over the round swell of her ass and she squirmed, but his fist tightened in her hair to hold her there. “Stay still, Thalia.”
“Yes, sir.” She said and hid her face in the curtain of her hair.
His hand slid between her thighs and cupped her, teasing her for a moment with a small amount of pressure. She started to wiggle her hips to get a little more, but he brought his hand back and spanked her ass. She jumped as the sting turned into heat, and he rubbed in a circle. “Stay still.”
She nodded and murmured against her arm, “Yes, sir”. His hand returned between her legs and she could feel herself growing wet as he teased her with gentle touches, never enough to do more than entice her. A small whine came out of her throat after only a couple of minutes of his gentle, rhythmic pressing of his hand against her.
“What do you want, Thalia?” His voice had changed a little, deepened by his arousal. She could blatantly feel just how aroused he was by the erection pressing against her stomach.
“More, sir.” She said softly, and tilted her hips a little. He spanked her and she jumped, but it only increased the heat between her thighs.
“Of course, if you stay still.” One of his fingers slid between her folds and she moaned softly, fighting the urge to lift her hips, to wiggle to get him to touch her more. He brushed her clit and she moaned louder.
“Sir?” Her breaths were starting to come in pants, her fists clenching as she tried hard to stay still.
Another finger as he circled her clit, applying more pressure as pleasure started pulsing between her thighs. “Do you like this, Thalia?”
“Yes, sir.” It came out on a moan and she could hear voices talking around her, but she focused on James’ voice and his touch. The world dissolved until she was centered at her core, her orgasm slowly starting to build. He moved his hand, and his fingers slid inside her pussy slowly, her slick heat shaping around his touch. She moaned softly, biting down on her lip so she wouldn’t push her hips back against him. He moved torturously slowly, and even when his thumb began to press on her clit, it was too light. She moaned and twitched her hips forward against his hand trying to get just a little more. He pulled his hand back completely and spanked her.
“Her skin colors beautifully.”
“Perfect handprint.”
The voices of the men around her made her blush again, and she felt her face heat as she hid it against the chair. James’ hand returned to her and immediately gave more pressure to her clit as his fingers slid deep inside her. She moaned louder as he started to stroke his fingers inside her, focusing pressure on her clit in tight little circles that had her heart racing. She felt herself moving toward the edge, and his fingers tightened in her hair. The tingling, and the reminder of his power over her body only pushed her closer to her climax. His words were in her head. He promised things like this, only consensual. He would give her a way to stop him, a safe word, and she believed he would stop. Even for this moment he had asked if she would be okay if he touched her. And if he touched her like this? She would always say yes.
Her orgasm was winding tight at the base of her spine, she just needed a little push. Her hips bucked against his lap when he increased the friction on her clit. But again, his hand came back and spanked her. Her wetness coating his hand and making the pop of it even louder.
“I’m sorry, sir.” She whined, hoping his hand would return to her.
“You are lovely, Thalia.” His fingers thrust a little harder inside her, but she was slick and the sensation made her moan even before he began circling her clit again.
“Thank you, sir.” His hand was held firmly in her hair, the strain of it just enough to tingle. She leaned her head forward further so the pull was a little sharper. She heard him laugh softly above her as he increased the strain on her hair and she moaned. Each thrust of his fingers, the delicious friction against her clit and the ache of his control in her hair were too much. She gritted her teeth when she felt herself almost fall over the edge as his fingers pressed down on that bundle of nerves inside her.
“Sir, may I come? Sir?” The words were breathy and filled with need, but he didn’t reply right away. He held her at the edge by gentling his touches for a moment. Her pants and moans were moving her body, she knew she was squirming against his hand but he kept going this time.
“Come for me, Thalia.” His fingers brushed deep inside her curling down against those nerves and she came hard across his lap. She bit her lip to try and be quieter as her body arched with the strength of it. His touch drew out the last quaking of her body until she was limp in his lap. Soft moans slipped from her as she wound down from the bliss of the orgasm. His fingers scraped across her scalp softly, leaving a tingling behind. Her mind was a warm puddle for one glorious moment, before reality started to seep back in.
“Thank you, sir.” She said weakly and she heard his laugh.
“My pleasure. You taste so sweet.” James’ voice summoned a pulse between her thighs, and she bit back a moan at the idea of him licking his fingers. “You should kneel again, pet.”
His strong arms helped her move to the floor and she knelt on shaky legs, her thighs coated in her wetness. Everyone seemed to start talking at once in a hodgepodge of accents. The brother’s voice was clear; discussing offers and bids which she tried hard to tune out. All of her fear was coming back as the high of her orgasm fizzled.
“We have a new high bid, will you counter it?” The brother’s voice was calm, and she hoped he was speaking to James.
“I need an answer to a question I asked her before I bid again. Thalia, do you want to stay with your Master?” His voice was warm and soothing, but it didn’t matter. Her face flushed instantly because he’d asked it out loud. In front of everyone. The guard could have heard the question. Fear took hold of her lungs and squeezed until there wasn’t enough air for her to even cry. She just felt the tears spring up, marking hot trails across her cheeks before they fell to her thighs. Lifting her head she looked around and found the guard standing against the wall. His arms were crossed, his face unreadable. Her eyes dropped back to the floor and more tears fell.
“Thalia,” James leaned down in front of her, and touched under her chin to make her lift her eyes to him. “I’m only asking for your honesty. Do you want to come with me?”
It was a life raft.
A week at sea in violent waters and James had handed her a life raft. If fear kept her from taking it, she knew she’d drown. She’
d barely made it a week with the guard with her sanity intact. Barely kept her head above water. She pulled a shuddering breath through her tears and forced herself to speak, “Yes, sir.”
“NO!” The guard shouted from the wall.
“I’m taking her. I’ll outbid anyone, understood?” James had stood instantly and her eyes followed him up. This was how he must be at work, decisive, intense. The other men backed off immediately.
“She’s not for sale!” The guard shouted above her head and she cowered, dropping her eyes to the floor.
“She, in fact, is, and I accept the bid.” His brother’s voice was cold, but the guard seemed to ignore him. He grabbed her arm sharply and she yelped as he started to pull her up. This had been what she was afraid of when she spoke.
She’d betrayed him, he was going to hurt her.
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