by Dakota Trace
A bitter laugh passed her lips. She only wished the train ride had been the end of her tale. “I guess giving me up to them seemed like a small price to pay to keep Ronnie’s head on his body. As soon as the train stopped in St. Petersburg, I tried to run.”
Jude’s jaw tightened. “But they caught you.” His voice was flat.
“Of course. I was a naïve girl of twelve. I was much too valuable for them to just let go.” Her mind whirled with the memories of numerous escape attempts and subsequent beatings. She wasn’t a fool – she wouldn’t tell her beloved pet how the one man – a fellow slave she’d considered a trusted friend - held her down as his boss tried to flay the flesh off her back. All for one extra ration a day.
“I bided my time until I spoke the language like a native. Took me nearly two years, but I finally managed to hoard enough money away to pay a disreputable captain of a freightliner to take me on as a cabin boy. Fortunately I was a late bloomer and small enough to pass for a boy once I cut my hair off. I spent nearly two months on the boat before the captain figured out I was a girl. That’s when I jumped ship. We just happened to be in Dublin at the time. I ran through the crowded shipyard. I lucked out and there were a group of teenagers loitering around the docks. I just stayed with them until the crew gave up and headed back to the ship.”
Jude nodded slowly. “So how did you meet Amery and Myrna?”
“I’d been on the streets for two days and was starving when I saw this woman and man coming out of restaurant. They looked so happy, so affluent. I figured they wouldn’t miss a few pounds. I pretended to bump into her in an attempt to fleece her but my hands were swollen and chapped from the cold.” She smiled ruefully. “It was mid-January when I arrived in Dublin. Instead of turning me into the Guarda, she took me home, fed me, and gave me a place to stay. She even helped me get my GED.”
Pressing his mouth to hers, he gave her a lingering kiss before shifting lower. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hips dropped into the opening of her thighs. With his head resting on her breasts, he sighed. “She’s a good woman, Olivia. She did a wonderful job.”
A giggle escaped her. “Yeah she is – even after she turned me over to Alastair for training. Good Lord the man was a tyrant. It’s through him I met my first husband.”
He nodded, his hair brushing the bare skin of her upper chest. “Who unintentionally left you too when he passed away. While I can’t say I won’t die before you – I don’t plan on leaving for a long, long time.”
Threading her fingers through his hair, she had to force the words pass her tightening throat. “He filed for divorce just before he died.”
Jude’s head flew up. “Why the hell would he do that?”
“Because she wouldn’t be a twenty-four/seven Domme anymore.” In the doorway Micah stood in a pair of battered jeans. In his hand was Olivia’s cell phone. “Caelan is on the phone.” He walked into the room and dropped to his knees next to the bed. Seeing the tears in his pale blue eyes, Olivia froze.
“How much did you hear?”
“Enough to know I need to give you another chance.” His eyes dropped to the floor. “If you’ll still have me.”
Joy mingled with fear. “I don’t want you doing this because you feel sorry for me, Micah.”
He lifted his gaze to hers. “I’m not. I can’t promise this will be easy. Just that I’m willing to try.” Hearing the squawk from the phone, he handed it to her.
“That’s all I can ask, mal-chick.” She patted the bed next to them. Pleasure washed over her as he slid the jeans down his slender hips before sliding under the blankets with them. He relaxed into the pillows, his left side touching hers as his eyes closed.
“I’m so tired, Mistress.”
“Sleep.” Her command came out semi-choked as his eyes drifted shut. At last, he’s back where he belongs. She lifted the phone to her ear. “Now what’s so damn important you had to call me at six o’clock in the damned morning, you Irish bastard.”
Chapter Eighteen
The chirp of his laptop drew Leland’s attention away from his oral feast of his Mistress. Lying on his stomach between her thighs, he slowed his tongue, wondering what she wanted him to do. While he couldn’t move due to the long restraints securing his wrists to the headboard, experience warned him if he abandoned his job of pleasuring her to check it, he’d be punished severely.
“Why did you slow, slave – I was almost there.” Priscilla’s hands dug into his scalp, keeping his face pressed deep in the vee of her legs. “Finish it.”
He mumbled a ‘yes, Mistress’ before lapping at her clit. It didn’t take long before she wrapped her legs around his head, bucking and screaming out her orgasm. He was nearly oxygen deprived when she sank back into the rumpled bedding. Breathing heavily, he licked his lips, dying for something to drink – to wash the bitter taste of her from his tongue. Spying the lone can of beer sitting next to his computer which was calling his name, he wished he wasn’t restrained. Bondage had never been his kink. Hurting others was what got his rocks off - and his Mistress indulged his need frequently - as long as he did everything she said.
“Very good, slave. You made me come.” She rolled away from him, kicking one leg up and over his head. He groaned at her limber move, staring at her ass as she donned her robe. He wanted to cry when she walked over to the desk and drained the last of his beer.
“Your computer is going nuts, Leland. What confounded program did you leave running this time?”
“A smart phone spy software. It’s tracking the bitch’s cell phone. She must’ve turned it back on.”
Walking around the desk, she flopped down in front of computer. “So what do I do?” She lifted a hand to the tap the mouse.
“Why don’t you untie me, Mistress and I’ll…”
She smirked. “I thought you said this program was so easy to run a monkey could do it?”
Watching her click the mouse, his blood pressure went through the roof with each movement she made. The little bitch is probably enjoying every minute of this.
“Please Mistress! If you hit the wrong key you’ll clear the search and we’ll have to wait for her to take another call.”
Priscilla pouted but stood. “I suppose I can let you go.” She stopped next to the bed. “Do you promise to be bad when we find them?”
He nodded. “Oh yes, Mistress. As bad as you’ll allow.” When her tongue traced over his ear, he shivered. Her hand delved between his thighs to squeeze his scrotum. Pain and pleasure warred inside him, before the snick of the restraints being released sent a wave of euphoria through him. Now, he could roll her under him and pound the hell out of her pussy until she was screaming for mercy. Just like that sobbing little nigger did. He rolled into a sitting position, ready to do just that but she danced out of reach.
“Not yet. My lover doesn’t get his pussy until he finds out where the bitch took my boy.” Anger crossed her delicate features. “She has what’s mine, and you’re not getting what you want until you tell me where she’s hiding him.” He grunted as she raked her nails over his bare chest – adding new welts to the ones she’d put there when he’d first arrived several hours before. “Now if you can tell me in the next two minutes where she’s keeping him,” she pinched one of his nipples. “I’ll let you fuck my ass as well as my pussy.”
He groaned as she licked at his lips. It took everything he had to not toss her down on the bed, but the prize she offered was just too tempting. She rarely let him do her ass. Scrambling past her, he was in front of his laptop screen hammering away at the keys. It would be close but if he hurried he’d make the ID within the two minute limit she’d set. He cursed as an unexpected firewall was thrown up. Accessing a self-designed hacking program, he was just getting around it when her hand landed on his shoulder.
“Thirty seconds, lover.” Her breath was hot against his nape. “I want the location, Leland.”
‘I’m trying, Mistress.” He grunted as her teeth clampe
d on the nape of his neck, sending a sexual thrill straight to his loins.
“Fifteen.”
“I’m in!” He quickly scanned the screen looking for the information. “He’s just south east of Hammond. It looks like he’s right on the north end of Lake Pontchartrain.”
Priscilla mewed with pleasure. “Good work, lover. We’ll leave later this afternoon and take your dad’s boat. You still have the keys for it?”
A whimper of need spilled out of him as her hand burrowed between his thighs, clasping his cock possessively. Stiffening in her grasp was natural as breathing. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.” She licked the side of his neck. “Then you have an hour to fuck me before I get in the shower.” When she nipped at the base of his throat, he clenched his fists. “And come as many times as you like.”
A low rumble of need built in his chest before he surged out of the chair. Tossing her onto the nearby bed, he had her thighs parted and was buried half way in her before her giggle turned into a moan.
* * * *
Micah woke slowly. He wasn’t sure what had disturbed his sleep but he’d felt better rested than he had in a long time. In fact, for once his back didn’t ache nor did his ass. Clenching his cheeks, he sighed at the lingering tenderness. It wasn’t completely healed but close. Perhaps the doctor was right when they told me it would heal quickly. Evidently getting some solid sleep had helped in his healing. Sleepily he snuggled closer to the warm plaint flesh pressed up against him. He was just drifting back to sleep when a rounded ass pressed against his morning wood.
“Hmmm, it seems jerking off did little to satisfy the python between your legs. I think it’s time I put it to its proper use. Perhaps I’ll have better luck taming it.” The ass wiggled suggestively against him.
His eyes flew open to see Olivia peering over her shoulder at him with unmistakable hunger. The intensity of it sent fear soaring through his sleep-addled mind. He started to scramble away, unable to process the conflicting signals his brain was sending. His body wanted her but his submissive instincts were screaming how he couldn’t take advantage of his mistress and if he weren’t careful he could be hurt again.
“What’s wrong, mal-chick?” She propped herself up against the headboard, her glorious breasts bare to his hungry eyes. He quickly averted his gaze from the sight.
“I…I’m sorry, Oliv – I mean…Mistress.” He cursed his tongue for stumbling over the reply. He wanted more than anything to be able to slip back into the familiar role of being her submissive but found it hard. I’m not the same sub. I’m worthless now. What was I thinking of crawling back to her? Then he remembered standing in the doorway listening to the conversation between her and Jude. The vulnerability in her tone as she related what happened had the abused submissive in him longing to sooth the Mistress who’d been through more than he’d ever expected. He’d known about her relationship with Claude, she’d told him of it when she explained why there never could be nothing more than a play relationship between them, but now he wondered if he’d acted too impulsively last night. He’d promised to try but he wasn’t sure he could deliver.
“For what? Pressing your cock against me while you were asleep?” A soft question drew him out of his thoughts and he noticed the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I’m not cruel enough to honestly punish you for something you have no control over. To play punish, perhaps, but I love waking up to feel my subs’ cocks against me. It leads to such other fun things…” Her eyes got a faraway look in them. “….like the slow ride Jude gave me this morning before crawling out of bed to do some silly perimeter check.” Olivia pursed her lips. “Did you know I watched your sleeping face while he moved inside me? It was wonderful have you here even if you weren’t awake.”
Hope flared in his chest. She’d found his presence wanted, perhaps there might be a future for him – but doubt clouded his mind. Was it as a play sub or….
“I know I said I’d try, but if it’s going to go back to the way it was before, I’m not sure I can...” He moved to slide off the bed.
“It’ll be better, I promise. I’ll go as easy or as hard as you need. I can wait until you’re ready to have your boundaries pushed.” Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lower lip. “I can be gentle as Jude was last night, even if it kills me.”
He inched closer to her. “What if I need it harder?”
The heat in her eyes flared. “Then I’ll give it as hard as you need. I haven’t changed in that aspect. As your Domme, I’m supposed to give you what you have to have – what your body and soul are crying out for.”
He decided to push. “And if it’s to be left alone?”
“I said what your body and soul want – not what your stubborn ass logic decrees is right or wrong.” She placed a hand over his sternum, cupping his racing heart. “I know this – despite all that’s happened, this heart still houses a truly submissive creature. It needs to give up its control as much as I need to dominate - to feel in control of what happens in my life. Can I be cruel and rough? At times yes – I’ve walked through the fires of hell and come out the other side a very opinionated, but strong woman. But it doesn’t mean I still can’t care for the men in my life. Your needs are important.” She gazed deep into his eyes. “Tell me what you desire above all else – all fear aside and I’ll give it to you.”
He found he couldn’t jerk his eyes away from hers. Was it really going to be that easy? “Can you give me back what the bitch took from me?”
She cupped his cheek. “What exactly did she take from you, Micah? You said she didn’t abuse you – she left it to her sub. I can help you rebuild your trust in Dommes but I need to know what she broke. Your pride as a submissive? Your self-worth?”
He shrugged. “She threw me away like I didn’t matter. As if I wasn’t good enough to be dominated. She gave me to her sub – much like you did last night.”
Tears welled in his Mistress’s eyes before her nostrils flared. He could see her frustration pushing aside the building pity. “I am not her! I want this body, and the submissive soul housed in it. I was trying to give you what you needed without scaring you.”
Like the sub he was, Micah backed up, immediately contrite. He hadn’t meant to insinuate she wasn’t a good Domme, only he probably wasn’t worthy enough to be dominated.
Olivia’s expression hardened as she resumed the familiar role of the dominant. “Don’t you even think about running again. Evidently handling you with kid gloves isn’t going to work.” She kicked the bedding off, exposing her naked body. His jaw clenched at the succulent feast in front of him. Her slender legs were parted and he wondered if he ate her out again, she’d forgive him.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. Can I show you how sorry I am for doubting you? I’d love to pleasure you with my mouth, my tongue…anything you want if it’ll get you to forgive me.”
She crossed her arms under breasts. “No tongue, no mouth.”
His heart sank. “You want me to leave?”
The displeasure on her face made him wince. “If you think you’re leaving this bed before I feel your luscious cock buried inside me, you have another think coming.”
He froze before he gaped at her. “My cock, Mistress?”
Opening her arms, she beckoned him closer. “Yes. I need to feel you sliding it so deep I can taste you. Come here.”
He trembled, wanting what she was offering, but scared at the same time. I know I promised to try – but what happens if I do this and we go back to the way it was before?
“I…”
“No more doubts. Do as I want or safeword, because it’s the only way you’re getting out of this.” By her tone alone he could tell she was displeased with his delay. He finally pushed the fear to the back of his mind before moving over to her. A gasp of surprise rolled out of him at the wet press of her pussy against the underside of his cock. It’d been so long since he’d felt her against him. It wasn’t anything like the bitch who’d abused him.
The head of his dick slipped inside her and he hissed. “Oh, my God.” His head fell forward to land on her shoulder. Where he’d struggled earlier, he now slipped into submissive mode effortlessly. It was like second nature when he was with her, his first and only Mistress to hold his heart. All other Dommes paled in comparison. She touched him like no other could – and despite the inherent danger, he no longer wanted to resist.
Every inch of him was shaking as he fought the need to forge deeper inside. She hadn’t told him he could move. He had to be patient and wait for her command. When it finally came, he nearly sobbed in relief.