Finding Acceptance in His Arms

by Thomas Briar

  With the passing of a few minutes, a man wearing a blue bathrobe stepped into the hallway, drawing Kara’s attention. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he came into the living room.

  He paused to bend down and kiss the slave fully on the mouth. After breaking the kiss and standing back up to his full height of six feet, he motioned for the slave to stand. He hugged her tenderly to his chest and bent his head down to whisper something into her ear. She extended her petite body on tiptoes to whisper something back to him. He immediately turned his eyes onto his guests.

  “Welcome. I see slave tiffany has already made you comfortable.”

  “She has,” Evan responded.

  Kara didn’t acknowledge the greeting because she didn’t think she was supposed to. The man had barely spared her a glance before turning all his attention to Evan.

  As the man came forward to sit down in the armchair less than six feet away from her, Kara’s subtle glances judged the man close to forty years of age by the crow’s feet around his black eyes. The graying temples of his damp, curly black hair also supported this estimation, along with the hint of a developing potbelly poking at the front of the robe.

  She thought he’d probably been very handsome in his prime although she believed middle age men were a little too old to be called sexy. At this stage of her life she felt most attracted to young men that she thought could go all night and then some. Men exactly like Evan Lars.

  She glanced up at him uneasily. Now where did this comparison between the two of them and Evan’s subsequent elevation in her eyes come from, she wondered.

  Mark my words, he’ll make you fall in love with him before the week is out, Jennifer’s former prediction echoed in her ears.

  Well, tonight he won’t, she promised herself. She had her own reasons for going through with all this, and a little pageantry wasn’t about to deter that.

  But deep inside her secret heart, despite all of her objections to the contrary, she didn’t mind being here in the least. Not even being made to sit on the floor. As a matter of fact, the uncertainty of what the night might hold for her excited her in some perverse, wicked way.

  “I just wanted to drop by for a visit,” Evan said. “By the way, Trevor, this is Kara. It’s her pleasure to meet you.”

  The man turned his eagle-like gaze onto Kara, looking her up and down at his leisure. He sighed. “She appears to have potential. Have you broken one of your own rules to take a woman unto you as your slave?”

  Evan scoffed. “She claims to be amenable, and perhaps she’s submissive at heart, but she’s definitely not my slave. By her own admission she’s a semi-independent woman trying to break into the adult industry. I describe her as being semi-independent because she’s staying with her friend here in Atlanta presently.”

  “Hmmm. Another one of those kind who can’t make the rent on her own, is she? I’m so glad I settled down with my three best girls because it’s so tedious having to anticipate every new girl’s wants and needs.”

  Kara gnawed the inside of her cheek in response to the heated flush encompassing her face. These two men talking about her like she didn’t deserve to speak for herself threatened to infuriate her. It also did something else. It showed her just how far down the hierarchy she ranked. Evan had once said the bottom and apparently he’d really meant it.

  “She’s a very interesting girl, though,” Evan said. “I really like her.”

  “You always do, until they fall in love with you. Then it’s on to the next one. One day you’ll grow bored with making women fall in love with you and settle down with the two or three that make you most happy. It’s inevitable, my friend.”

  “Perhaps,” Evan stated, glancing around the room. “I see slave tiffany. But where are slaves tonya and tammy?”

  “In the shower. They’ll be out shortly. Why don’t we have a drink while we wait?”

  With this casual suggestion, Kara noticed slave tiffany coming from the mini-bar carrying two drinks in brandy glasses upon a silver tray. She served Master Trevor first, then Evan.

  Neither man thanked her. After returning the tray to the bar, she came back to retrieve a fluffy pillow from the loveseat. She placed it beside her Master’s legs before sitting down in the same manner as she’d positioned Kara, except for the fact both her hands casually traced up and down Master Trevor’s bare lower legs.

  Kara absently listened to the conversation between the two men, finding her resentment toward them slowly dissipating since no more was said about her and the discussion of the political climate in America was an unimportant subject to her. To offset her growing boredom, she studied slave tiffany while the woman stared back at her in the same calculating fashion. Their eyes made contact at odd moments over the distance separating them like sensual kisses.

  In spite of her objections to slavery on principle alone, she thought slave tiffany very attractive. She especially liked her almond-shaped black eyes and lush, full lips. The fact that the both of them evidently had ancestors hosting bloodlines from Africa gave them something in common.

  As a matter of public record, Kara’s parents had been of African descent on her father’s side and Caucasian on her mother’s, whereas slave tiffany definitely had Asian blood intermingled with her African blood. She couldn’t help wondering which of slave tiffany’s parents had been Asian and which had been African. She hoped to get an opportunity to ask before the evening was over.

  However, at the moment something else intrigued Kara about slave tiffany even more—how could she have let herself become a slave in this enlightened age? Didn’t she know of the hardships women had always suffered for social, political, and financial advancement? What was so fundamentally wrong with this woman that she let herself be owned by a man? And even worse still, he was a much older man than she.

  With no answers coming to mind, Kara kept studying the woman’s physical attributes. The olive skin tone of her body appeared even throughout except for her golden brown nipples. She couldn’t help having noticed earlier that the woman’s labia and anus matched her nipples perfectly.

  To her shame, Kara found herself wondering what the woman tasted like down there. And yes, she knew this was wrong of her because it made her guilty of objectifying a woman’s naughty bits like women always accused men of doing. But she really didn’t care to be politically correct in this situation since the slave woman was also guilty of objectification in the way her gaze continually took in the portions of Kara’s body not hidden by the dress. Kara could only imagine what the woman was thinking behind those sultry, almond-shaped eyes.

  As if to give an answer, slave tiffany licked her lips and lifted her bent right knee into an upright position to give Kara an unhindered visual of her shaven pussy. It was pink in the middle and surrounded by a golden tone that gradually receded to olive. A rivulet of clear wetness had seeped out and run down over the place where her left thigh met her buttock.

  Kara stared at the seeping wetness and its source, feeling her own arousal sparking. It made her whole body tingle. Thankfully, she’d picked out full-bottomed panties for this date instead of a g-string because the boyshorts provided enough material in covering her crotch to soak up a bucket of intimate fluids. She discreetly licked her lips in anticipation of where she thought this night might be heading.

  Her attention was averted from her lustful meanderings toward two naked women entering the living area from the hallway. These women retrieved additional pillows from the loveseat and placed them opposite slave tiffany at Master Trevor’s feet. They sat down in the same fashion as slave tiffany with their legs splayed open.

  Kara feasted on their nakedness, first noting the pair of shaven pussies and ample breasts before moving on to their overall attractiveness. Like slave tiffany, these two also appeared to be of African and Asian descent with the mixture having given them beautiful features and curvy petite bodies.

  Despite her negative impression of Master Trevor, she had to admit
the man certainly had taste in women. She couldn’t help wondering where he’d found such beautiful women and how did he get them to want to worship him? Because worshipping him they were. Three pairs of hands now caressed the man’s bare lower legs while three pairs of almond-shaped eyes explored her body across the distance separating the four of them. The sexual tension became a tangible emotion.

  To make the burgeoning eroticism even more potent, slave tiffany withdrew one of her hands from Master Trevor’s leg to start caressing the outside of her cunt. The other slaves quickly followed her example.

  In a short time, they all courted Kara by tracing out the delicate contours of their engorged clitoral shafts and inner lips. It seemed only natural when they progressed to sliding fingers inside their dripping wet pussies.

  Lost in the pleasure of voyeurism and having put the men’s conversation in the background of her consciousness, Kara thought for a second her ears must be deceiving her.

  Did Master Trevor just say what she thought he had? Surely not, Evan was only a performer, not the brains behind the performances.

  She perked her ears to better eavesdrop, torn between her desires to revel in the attention of the women opposite her and her discovery of something startling about Evan.

  “I’m telling you, I really do like your latest script,” Master Trevor repeated himself. “I think it’s brilliant. I pitched it to Brian this morning. He said to tell you that he’ll get it into preproduction no later than this month’s end so as long as you will agree to star in it.”

  “I can’t star in it. If I do, I might as well kiss my moonlighting goodbye because why would anyone pay a phenomenal fee to see me perform in person if they can watch me on video. It’s virtually the same thing.”

  “Dammit!” Master Trevor cursed. “Where are we going to find a man with your peculiar abilities, Evan? Not every man can do what you can do. And you know I’m telling the truth.”

  “There must be someone else available,” Evan’s voice remained firm.

  “Well then, please introduce him to me so we can get this casting problem behind us. The script won’t work without you playing the part. So, let me sum it up for you. Without you, we have no movie to shoot. At the very least you’ll have to do a rewrite to tone down the hero’s sexual abilities. You can sleep on it tonight but I’ll need your final answer first thing in the morning. I’m meeting with Brian at nine a.m. You will call me no later than eight-thirty to say you’ll do it.”

  “You seem to have forgotten that you don’t boss me, Trevor.” Evan’s voice bristled. “I’m not one of your slaves. And you damn well better start remembering it.”

  The silence between the men began drawing out. Kara noticed the slaves shifting their eyes onto the rug. The trio also put their legs back together to become frozen statues. She didn’t know what else to do, so she turned her gaze downward also.

  If the situation hadn’t become so volatile she would have been happy for Evan at learning he was more than just a performer. As it was, she could only try to keep the growing tension in the room from spilling over onto her.

  “So you brought Kara to play?” Since Master Trevor spoke first and had changed the subject, he, by default, conceded victory to Evan in their silent battle of wills.

  “Kara’s not here for playing,” Evan stated, evidently still irritated with his friend. “She’s here just to observe.”

  “What’s wrong with her?”

  “Absolutely nothing that I know of.”

  “So why can’t she play? You don’t want her to?”

  “Because I said she can’t. If she wants to come back after we leave then that’s up to her. I didn’t plug her ears when I gave the cab driver your address. I didn’t blindfold her either. So she knows her way back if she wants to come back.”

  “Fair enough,” Master Trevor conceded defeat a second time.

  The silence held out for another minute with the men only sipping their whiskey quietly. Then, Master Trevor conceded a third time. “You’re the most stubborn man I ever met, Evan. Why my brother Brian ever introduced you to me and the business of performing I’ll never understand. If I had it to go over with, I’d run you off the first time I laid eyes on you instead of welcoming you into my family.”

  Evan chuckled. “You know you’re lying through your teeth, Trevor. You love me like the son you’ll never have.”

  “No, I don’t have any affection for you at all right now,” Master Trevor rejoined and then addressed the slaves. “tammy. tonya. Go tend to Evan. Make him see the majesty of his abilities so he will reconsider staring in his latest movie script. I need him on board.”

  The slaves immediately crawled over to take up positions on either side of Kara. She attempted to move out of the way but the one in front of her shook her head while the one behind her whispered into her ear, “Mr. Lars said you are here to observe. So please observe from where you are sitting. If he wants you to move he will tell you to move.”

  Kara couldn’t find any argument with this, so she watched the woman directly in front of her take off Evan’s shoes and socks before reaching up to unbuckle his belt and pull off his slacks and underwear. The other slave had climbed up to relieve him of his shirt and tie. They neatly folded his clothing and placed it out of the way on the sofa’s arm.

  From her perspective, Evan looked beautifully masculine in his stark nakedness. Shivers of excitement pricked the skin of her arms as she noticed the subtle stiffening of his cock.

  She stared at it in awe, never actually believing before this moment that any man’s cock could be so beautiful to look upon. The steady metamorphosis into standing hardness mesmerized her. She’d never been this close to any man’s erect cock and shaven balls before. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch them because she didn’t have permission.

  The slaves began using their hands to caress the muscles in his chest, arms, and thighs. She couldn’t help envying them for having been granted permission to touch his body because she really liked the way it was made up of lean, contoured muscles.

  No, he certainly couldn’t be described as a muscle-bound beefcake. Instead, he looked more like a professional fighter—wiry, agile, and strong. It wasn’t lost upon her how he also appeared very confident in his masculinity. This made her feel inferior to him in some fundamental way. She thought this might be due to the fact that he’d shown his natural dominance over her by denying her permission to touch him or anyone else in the room.

  All at once his gaze centered on her and she discovered how this simple action on his part bonded them together in some arcane way. The sight of the women succoring his body became secondary to what his eyes were whispering to hers.

  She strove to break eye contact with him, but was unsuccessful. His stronger masculinity dominated her weaker femininity. She could only stare into his soul while hoping with everything inside her that his soul would not abandon hers.

  Powerless to resist, she kept staring into his eyes, even after the slaves began performing oral sex on him, both licking and suckling the head of his cock before taking turns in swallowing it deep into their throats.

  Inevitably, since it was all taking place right before her eyes, she wanted to join them in their debauchery. But the remembrance of Evan’s decree prevented her from her taking part. So she could only suffer in silence, pining for an opportunity to have her turn.

  In the lower edges of her vision she noted the slaves had fallen into a physical battle of wills. The reason behind their silent but forceful struggles was readily apparent to her. She marveled at how each of them strived so boldly to be the one to get rewarded with his cum spurting into her mouth. They both worked very hard at this, three twisting strokes of their heads down and up before allowing the other their turn.

  It became a toss-up as to who would win. But Kara suddenly realized she didn’t care who won because it wasn’t going to be her, unless…she trumped them both by being something of much more value than just a wet, i
ndiscriminate mouth and tongue on his dick.

  She put the women out of her mind and concentrated entirely on Evan’s eyes. She could see that he was feeling it now, the definite imminence of his conclusion.

  He stared back at her indecently, immodestly, uncompromisingly, the truest image of benevolent dominance she’d ever surrendered to through his wanting to secretly share all the pleasure he was experiencing with her.

  And yes, absolutely yes, in her altered state of mind she rocketed toward orgasm along with him. Her skin became gooseflesh. Her clitoris throbbed inside her panties beneath her dress. The wetness seeped out of her.

  The moment he came with a subtle jerking of his body she could have come with him from the emotional connection they now shared. But she already knew his secret. And unlike him, she had never been multi-orgasmic, so always strived to save her orgasm until the optimum moment.

  She smiled with genuine happiness at the pleasure he unselfishly shared with her while letting her soul say to his, You are a marvelous man. A most marvelous man and one day very soon I will take great pleasure in giving my body over to you wholly and completely.

  An hour and a half later, Kara finally let herself come with Evan. It was his third consecutive orgasm, with him not having taken any breaks in between to recuperate.

  Chapter Six

  “And then what happened?” Jennifer asked from her end of the bathtub.

  Kara let out a deep sigh. The warm water they soaked in felt luxurious and the margarita she sipped on tasted like an exotic elixir. “He called a cab and brought me home. We didn’t talk on the way back. But he did escort me into the building and then to our door like a gentleman.”

  “Did he kiss you goodnight?” Jennifer stared over the top of her wine glass with an inkling of horror surfacing in her blue eyes.

  Kara shook her head, giving up a wistful expression. “No, he didn’t, but I would have let him if he’d tried. I swear I don’t know what he did to me by performing in front of me with the slaves but it did something to me. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone before in my life.”