His Black Pearl

by Jena Cryer

  I’m terrified, and for the life of me, I don’t even know why.

  I’ve already done worse, haven’t I? I’ve licked and fed upon Miss Priss’s pussy more times than I can even count. I’ve strutted nakedly before Master for weeks on end. I’ve let these men train me, mold me, rebuild me into whatever they wanted.

  And I’ve done it all for the slim chance that maybe, just maybe I can garner enough trust, or perhaps even sympathy, so that somehow one of my jailers will slip up and let me run away.

  I hear Master’s breath quicken, and my eyes meet his just as the climax overtakes him. His whole body shudders. He pats Miss Priss’s head. The woman beneath him flicks her eyes in my direction and slowly licks the leftover cum off her bottom lip.

  Bile pushes at the back of my throat.

  “Alore,” Master says, and before I can think, I’m crawling towards him.

  “Nita.”

  I sit at his feet. Oh, God, I’m sitting at his feet.

  His cock is in front of me, and my heart hammers wildly as he says the final word I’ve been dreading so much.

  “Pela.”

  Oh, please not pela!

  I’m shaking as I lean forward. My mouth is dry. My arms can barely hold me up. I hesitate. My gaze darts from my master’s eyes to his cock and back again.

  Please, I want to say. Please don’t make me do this.

  He cups a hand around the back of my head and gently pulls me forward. I’m crying when his soiled head touches my lips.

  He strokes my hair.

  Gentle sona’s leave his lips, and I try my best to please him.

  Just be a good girl, Adair. That’s all you have to do. Just be a good girl.

  His cock is twitching, hardening as I take him inside me, and I start shaking harder. I remember Miss Priss. I think of the gutful of semen now filling her belly, and the way she licked every last bit off her lips.

  I should do the same. I have to do the same. I have to—

  My master’s leftover seed burns hot against my tongue, and I shudder as an errant drop rolls down the back of my throat.

  It burns all the way down.

  I gag.

  I rip my lips away and heave onto the carpet. I can’t do this. Oh, God, I can’t do this! I thought I was strong enough to endure whatever he had in store for me, but I can’t. I just can’t. I’m too weak, too scared, too whatever-in-the-hell-you-want-to-call-it to go on any further.

  Miss Priss’s laugher rings through the room. White Coat stomps forward and orders me back into position.

  But I don’t move.

  I’m lying beside a puddle of my own vomit, and all I can do is shut my eyes against the sound of White Coat’s crop hitting his boot. That’s my warning. It’s the only warning I’ll ever get, and I know I should get up again. I should just be a good girl and do as I’m told.

  But I can’t.

  Lord help me, I can’t.

  His crop whistles through the air before striking me hard on the back. I scream. I cry as he hits me again and again, until eventually I feel something warm and wet trickling down my spine.

  I’m bleeding.

  Oh, God, I’m bleeding.

  I know I should get up. I have to get up. This madman will kill me if I don’t. But every strike just makes me huddle farther into myself, and my sobs are so deep that I can barely even breathe let alone stand.

  Dear Lord, please help me.

  Please, somebody help me!

  A sharp “Ki!” overpowers White Coat’s muffled rant, and I hear a scuffle behind me. Seconds later, strong arms wrap around my body.

  Oh, Master, I should have known you wouldn’t let me down.

  I bury my face into his chest, and he gently lifts me into his lap. I’m sobbing hard. I know I have to be ruining that beautiful silk shirt of his, but he doesn’t chasten me. No, Master just strokes my hair. He whispers a stream of soft, steady words into my ear, and slowly I calm down.

  My breath still hitches against my throat, but the sobs no longer threaten to suffocate me. Master lays me on my belly, and I don’t pull away when he examines my wounds.

  He snaps out an order, and then footsteps leave the room before quickly returning again. Master’s hand leaves my back for only a moment before I feel something cool and wet touch my skin.

  I look over my shoulder.

  Bands of red welts crisscross my spine, and I can just see the thin line of blood marring the flesh above my hip. Master presses the cool rag back upon my wounded back before slowly reaching up to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

  “Sona, Isa. Sona.”

  His soothing words lull me to sleep.

  I wake every now and then. White Coat’s fingers rub ointment over my cut, and I jerk away, but Master’s gentle voice soon calms me down. His eyes are worried, even a touch regretful when they look at me, but every time White Coat speaks, I see them narrow as his gaze falls upon the other man.

  Good. Maybe if I play this up enough, Master won’t ever again place me back in that monster’s clutches. Maybe he’ll just keep me with him. Or maybe, maybe he’ll even let me go.

  I highly doubt my last wish will ever come true, but I’d be more than content to settle for the other two.

  When I awake again, White Coat is laying a platter of fruit on the table beside the couch. Master picks up a dark, plump grape, and I part my lips as he presses it against my mouth.

  The taste of it is wonderful.

  “Pela, Isa.” His fingers graze the hood of my clit. “Pela.”

  I part my lips, and he feeds me one tender, juicy bite after another. Sweetness fills my mouth. Wet lust burns between my legs. I thrust my pussy harder into his hands. By the time the tray is empty, his fingers are knuckle deep in my pulsing cunt, and I’m moaning for more.

  He smiles down at me. “Sona, Isa.”

  I look up at him and smile right back.

  Vaguely, I’m aware of someone shuffling across the carpet behind me, and when I look over my shoulder, White Coat is setting something on the floor by Master’s feet. I look for Miss Priss, half-expecting to see the bitch’s familiar, taunting gaze directed straight at me, but she’s nowhere to be seen.

  Something hard thunks against the floor.

  What is White Coat doing?

  I look up to Master, hoping beyond all hope that he’ll offer me the reassurance I need, but he just strokes my hair before turning to address White Coat. Neither one of them seems upset with the other now, and I’m beginning to doubt Master will grant me any form of reprieve from my trainer’s lessons.

  Finally, White Coat gives us both a nod. He backs away from whatever he’s been working on, and Master slowly sits me up.

  What’s going on?

  Oh, God, what’s going on?

  My bound fists paw at Master’s chest. He strokes my cheek gently and whispers soft, soothing words into my ear, but my heart is pounding so hard, I can barely hear him. Only his eyes can calm me down. Those penetrating blue eyes have all the peace and reassurance of a cloudless summer sky.

  Master wouldn’t hurt me.

  He’s never hurt me.

  I nearly laugh at my own stupidity, but then my gaze drops to the device positioned between Master’s feet, and I freeze.

  It’s a cock.

  A giant black cock.

  It’s not as big as Master’s—not quite—but it’s still larger than anything I’ve ever taken before. Its head looms up at me while its shaft stretches down to a rectangular padded base that might have been mistaken for a tiny ottoman if not for the enormous dildo rising up from its center.

  White Coat’s fingers beckon me to sit down, but I can’t move. I can’t do anything but shiver as I stare down at that massive silicone dick.

  Lord, I thought I was done for the day. I really thought I was done. But now…now…

  Master wraps his fingers around my chin and forces me to look at him. I’m afraid I’ll see anger, maybe even disappointment in those bright blue eyes,
but no, my master isn’t upset with me. I think he understands my hesitation. He knows I’m afraid. He knows I’m not ready. But still…

  Still that doesn’t change anything.

  He kisses my forehead.

  He says more of those soft foreign words before lowering me to the ground. White Coat’s hands guide my knees into place. My shins rest flat against the floor. I sink down further and further until I can finally feel the dildo’s head pressing against my pussy’s lips.

  I whimper, and Master’s hands cup my face.

  “Shh,” he whispers. “Shh, Isa.”

  His nose nearly touches mine. All I can see are his eyes. Thank God for those eyes. They’re my lifeline.

  My master is my lifeline.

  White Coat guides my hips lower, farther down upon that giant phallus, and I suck in a quick breath as it fills me. I’m stretching. Dear God, I can feel myself stretching. But the pain is only a soft prick compared to the beating I received earlier.

  And somehow I know that if I don’t do this now, the beating to come will make anything I’ve gotten so far look like one of the spankings I got as a child.

  My ass finally settles upon the cushion, and I struggle for breath. I’m on my knees. My hands rest upon my master’s thighs. Slowly Master pulls out his cock, his rigidly erect cock, and suddenly I want to run. I want to back away, but I can’t. The unyielding dick piercing my insides won’t let me move.

  Master’s cock is right in front of me. I keep expecting him to stick it in my mouth at any second, but he just leans forward and strokes my cheek. He wipes away any stray tears I may cry and holds my face gently in his hands. I sigh. I lean into his touch and moan gently as his hands travel down my neck, my shoulders, all the way to my breasts.

  He nods to White Coat just as his fingers squeeze my nipples.

  And then it starts.

  Oh, God, it starts.

  The cock inside me pulses and pivots as vibrations ripple through my insides. Its shaft rotates. Its head thrusts inside me. I cry out as it pushes me into the fastest orgasm I’ve ever felt, and within minutes all of my fears, my doubts, hell, all of my thoughts are forgotten.

  I’m in heaven.

  God help me, but I’m lost in an erotic heaven.

  Master pats my head, and when I look up at him, he’s smiling widely. I can’t help but smile back.

  This pleasure, it’s like a drug, and I want more. So much more.

  Master presses his cock against my lips, and when he says, “Pela,” I don’t even hesitate. I take his flesh into my mouth, and suck hard and long.

  This isn’t bad.

  Why did I ever even imagine this would be bad?

  Another orgasm washes over me, and I moan as my master presses more of himself inside of me.

  Go ahead.

  Give me everything you’ve got.

  I’m not scared anymore. I’m not weak. I can take it.

  I want to take it.

  My lips press hard against his shaft. My tongue dances across his skin. I pull my mouth up and down his cock just as Miss Priss had earlier, and when I hear him moan, I try to fill myself with as much of him as I possibly can.

  This is for you, Master.

  This is for all the grief I gave you. This is for all my stupidity and fear. You were kind to me. You were nice and patient, and what did I ever do for you? For weeks I’ve let you pleasure me with your teachings, but not once did I ever try to return the favor.

  But not anymore.

  My back burns as I grind my pussy harder into the cushion beneath me, but I don’t stop. I deserve that pain. I was an idiot for ever disobeying my Master. I should have known he wouldn’t expect more from me than what I could handle. I should have known he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. No, not Master. Not the man who’s brought me to such…such…

  Bliss.

  His hips jerk against my chin. Hot seed shoots down my throat, and his warmth burns a trail straight through me. I pull back. I suckle the end of his cock. I lick away every last bit of his wonderfully salty semen, and I’m hungry for more.

  So much more.

  A soft chuckle brings me to my senses, and when White Coat turns off the vibrator, I look up to see Master smiling down at me with more happiness than I’ve ever seen before.

  “Sona! Sona! Sona, Isa!”

  He wraps his arms around my shoulders, and when he lifts me off the stationary dildo, I can’t suppress a whimper of longing.

  I want more.

  Please, I need so much more.

  White Coat just shakes his head. Master lets out a deep throaty laugh. I’m embarrassed at first, even ashamed, but after a few more gentle strokes from my master, all of my humiliation disappears.

  I was a good girl.

  I was a very good girl.

  I spend the rest of the evening in Master’s arms, and after White Coat takes me back to the kennels for my bath, he doesn’t lock me inside the cage across from Miss Priss. Instead, he leads me back to the house, up the villa’s grand staircase, and all the way into a giant bedroom with red silk tapestries and long, gilded mirrors.

  Master is waiting by the open balcony doors when White Coat removes my leash.

  “Alore, Isa,” Master says, and I follow him to a giant red pillow lying at the side of his bed.

  He pats the pillow, and I climb on top.

  He fastens a chain to my collar, and when I look up, I’m tethered to a hook hanging in the wall high above me. White Coat stays only long enough to make sure I’m properly secured, and then he gives a brief nod to Master before leaving the two of us alone together.

  I know I should be scared, but for some reason, I’m just…not.

  Master sits down on the edge of the bed before leaning forward to stroke my cheek.

  “Nita,” he commands, and I sit before him.

  He’s only wearing a soft black robe, and when he pulls it aside, his stiff cock is before me once more.

  My heart hammers.

  “Pela,” he says, and I wrap my mouth around him dutifully.

  I know I should feel ashamed, dirty even, but I just don’t. I want this. For God’s sake, I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

  Maybe White Coat finally managed to break me, or maybe I always had a secret hunger for this depravity and was just too scared to admit it. Either way, I don’t care. All that matters right now is showing my master how thankful I am for all that he’s given me.

  And I have such a great debt to repay.

  All night long I taste his flesh and his seed. Time after time he comes inside of me. By the time he finally turns off the lights my belly is full of his blessing.

  The only thing that could possibly make this night any better is if he invited me into his bed with him, but of course I know that’s not my place.

  No, I belong here on the floor beside him. His hand reaches down from the top of his mattress, and when he buries his fingers into my hair I sigh long and deep.

  That night, I don’t even think to pray for freedom.

  Chapter Ten

  I hardly ever see Miss Priss now.

  Only rarely does White Coat use her to show me a new trick, and even then Master rarely seems to notice her.

  No, his eyes are on me.

  Always on me.

  I try my best to please him. I try to be a good girl. I try to make him proud. I try to show him I’m sorry for all the trouble I gave him when I first arrived.

  When I first arrived…

  It’s getting hard to remember any life but this one, and I wonder how many days I’ve already spent in my master’s care. Thoughts of my imprisonment should worry me, but for some reason they don’t. Time is irrelevant. All that matters is Master. Pleasing him has become my one purpose in life, and so far it’s a duty I’ve come to excel at.

  Master leans over the side of his bed and strokes my hair. I’m lying on my stomach. His hand moves from my cheek to my breast. He gently pinches one of my nipples
, and I gasp in delight.

  When he orders me to kneel before him, I readily open my mouth. My lips are on his cock before he even commands it.

  I think my enthusiasm impresses him.

  After he fills me with his seed, there’s a knock on the door, and as usual White Coat arrives to take me for my morning bath. I follow him to the kennels. I let him bathe, groom, and feed me. I try to be patient, but my thoughts keep turning back to Master, and the longer I’m away from him the more I want to get back.

  A tiny part of me screams that this isn’t how I should be. I’m Adair Bartlett. I’m a free woman. I shouldn’t embrace my captivity so easily. I should want to escape. I should need to escape. Freedom should be the most pressing thought on my mind.

  But it isn’t.

  It really isn’t.

  I think that realization should bother me more, but right now it’s hard to think about anything other than Master. He’s waiting on me, and I need to get back to him.

  I’m fidgeting by the door as I wait for White Coat to clip on my leash, but more and more time passes and still I’m left unattended. I turn around to see what’s holding him up, and that’s when I see him lifting Miss Priss out of her cage. She still struts as she comes up beside me, but I can see a hint of hurt, maybe even anger hidden in those green eyes of hers, and for a moment I want to comfort her. Having Master lavish all his attention on me has to be hard. Lord knows, I don’t think I could take losing him now. Every moment I’m away is painful enough as it is. God only knows how I’d be able to go on if I lost him.

  That thought scares me on more levels than I can imagine, but I push it aside as best I can. All doubts can wait for the future. Right now, it’s the present I should be concerned with, and the present means returning to Master.

  White Coat clips on my leash, and I’m so excited I can hardly hold back my pace. He leads us back to the villa, and when we finally reach Master’s bedroom, only my chain keeps me from flinging myself at my master’s feet.

  I whine into my gag, and Master smiles down at me.

  “Sona, Isa.”

  His hands move down my neck, my back, over my ass, all the way to my cunt, and I thrust my pussy into his open palm. He strokes me slow and deep.