He spanked her again and again, moving the firm slaps from one side to the other. Her infraction had been minor, so he stopped after six. But his little human had other ideas.
She gathered her knees beneath her and pushed her ass higher in the air. “Sir, my thoughts are wicked and very rebellious. I’ve been such a bad girl.”
Lust unfurled inside him, instantly hardening his cock. She clearly needed more. It was cruel to deny her. He carefully moved out from under her and knelt behind her instead. Her legs were spread, her pussy and ass on display. He wanted to take her roughly, punish her with pleasure, but he wasn’t sure he’d survive another joining with his sanity intact.
Instead, he swatted her inner thighs, unable to ignore the slickness of her skin. He brought his hand upward, catching her folds with his fingers rather than his palm. She still cried out, shaking as the intense sensation spread through her pussy. “That’s for your wicked thoughts.” He thrust two fingers into her cunt and spanked her inner thighs again. “Squeeze me tight, naughty girl, but don’t you dare come.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her inner muscles caressed his fingers as he continued to spank her thighs.
When he could stand the temptation no longer, he grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and fucked her hard with the other. He didn’t touch her clit, just speared her passage with his long, hard fingers. Soon two didn’t stretch her adequately, so he switched to three.
She tossed her head from side to side, moaning as she fought against her building arousal. Her lust boiled, easily as demanding as his, but she obediently held back, denying herself release as he’d commanded. He fisted his hand in the back of her hair and drew her torso up until she extended her arms. Now her breasts dangled, jiggling and swaying with each punishing movement of his hand.
“Please, Sir,” she cried. “May I come? I really need to come!”
“No! Take it. You’ve not yet earned your pleasure.”
A harsh sob tore from her throat, but she obeyed. Her inner muscles gradually relaxed and she stilled the subtle rocking of her hips. Thrilled by her victory, he slowed the frantic rhythm of his hand.
“Much better.”
She braced her knees a little farther apart and tossed her hair out of her face. “I want you in my ass,” she admitted with another sob. “I know it’s wrong, but God, how I want it.”
He slapped one breast and then the other. “Force such thoughts from your mind. Your sweet little ass belongs to your owner. You will willingly surrender it to him.”
“I know.” She turned her head and looked deep into his eyes. “But I’ll close my eyes and pretend it’s you. And not just tomorrow. Every time he takes me, I’ll pretend I’m with you.”
His throat closed and his heart flipped over in his chest. He should punish her for the admission, but he couldn’t. How could he punish her for feeling something he felt himself? Instead, he bent and kissed the bend where her shoulder met her neck, then whispered, “Come for me, angel. One last time, let me feel you come.”
Chapter Five
Jexton walked toward the ceremonial chamber, feeling as if he were headed to his own execution. He must endure this one final obstacle and then Katherine would be out of his life forever. Not that having her ‘out of his life’ would keep him from thinking about her or longing for her until his entire body ached. His off-duty hours had proven that physical separation only intensified his need to claim her, keep her, and never let her go.
He couldn’t define the connection he felt with his human trainee, barely understood it himself, but it was real. And she felt it too. Yesterday had clearly demonstrated how deeply she felt for him.
I’ll close my eyes and pretend it’s you. Her plaintive words echoed through his mind, compounding his misery. They both understood that pretending was all they could ever do. No matter how much they wanted each other, or how deeply they’d connected, she was meant for another and he was powerless to change that fact.
If he slunk into the room defeated and miserable, she would feed off his negativity, perhaps rebel. Then she would be severely punished before the defilement progressed. He would not do anything that might make this day harder for her. It didn’t matter how torturous he found this. He had to be strong for her.
Planting that thought in the center of his mind, Jexton squared his shoulders and smoothed his expression. When she looked at him, all she would see was pride and encouragement. He’d make damn sure of it.
The ceremonial chamber was already packed with excited onlookers. The ceremony had yet to begin, so the room was rather noisy. He glanced at the audience as he chose a seat in the back, near the exit. A good number of the onlookers were trainers, anxious to evaluate his work. Not surprising. He specialized in solving problems after other trainers failed. A certain level of resentment was natural. If it weren’t for the focus on profit rather than the wellbeing of the females, he might take pride in his position. As it was, he found this facility intolerable, would shut it down if he had the means.
Lord Estifal entered a few moments later resplendent in a formal tunic of purple and gold. The hip-length garment shimmered with precious stones and opulent metallic applique. His legs were encased in formfitting black trousers and knee-high boots. Trolyn never squandered an opportunity to preen and spent obscene amounts of credits on his wardrobe.
“Please take your seats and come to order. The defilement is about to begin.”
The onlookers sat down and conversation faded away. The overhead lights dimmed as spotlights illuminated the oval platform against the front wall of the chamber. Large screens behind the platform would soon display the ‘ceremony’ from every possible angle. Jexton shuddered at the thought, wondering how in Creation he was going to endure this spectacle.
A variety of positioning apparatus were available for these events. This owner had chosen a hip-high padded table with loops for the pet to grasp rather than the usual wrist and ankle restraints. He could position her on her back with her heels on the edge of the table or make her bend over the side with only her torso supported by the padded surface. Either way, there was nothing to ensure that she remain in position except her cooperation. Apparently, Trolyn hadn’t exaggerated. The owner wanted to make sure Katherine was willing.
Trolyn climbed onto the platform and motioned for the ceremony to begin. He’d claimed that this would not be broadcasted, but the bastard often lied. Jexton increased the sensitivity of his psychic receptors, meticulously scanning to ensure that Trolyn had kept his word. He sensed no indication of a remote audience. However that didn’t mean Trolyn wouldn’t make a recording of the event available at some later time. ‘Lord’ Trolyn Estifal might like to play at being aristocratic, but beneath the glitz and arrogance, he was a common greedy businessman.
“My honored guest prefers anonymity, so I will refer to him only as the owner. He has also requested a simple, fast-moving ceremony.” Trolyn lowered his voice to a conspirator’s whisper as he added, “Once you’ve seen his pet you’ll understand his haste.”
Laughter rumbled through the audience and Jexton ground his teeth. He’d expected this to be unpleasant, but this was far worse than he’d imagined.
“Owner, please join me on the platform,” Trolyn called out and a spotlight moved to the doorway with a dramatic swish.
The door slid aside and the owner stood framed by the threshold. He was Daf Silva. Unusual, but not unprecedented. He wore a simple ceremonial robe that flowed from his throat to feet in wide pleats. His hair and upper face were concealed behind a solid black mask, which did nothing to hide the flash of his intense gaze. It was likely he was naked beneath the robe. The garment opened in front, so the bastard would be able to remain completely hidden from the audience while he tried out his new pet.
With long, purposeful strides, the owner crossed the room and climbed onto the platform. He seemed familiar to Jexton, and yet so much of him was concealed Jexton couldn’t be sure. At least he appeared young and vital.
If Katherine had been bought by an old and decrepit master, this would have been even harder to bear.
“Before I bring out our honored pet, I’d like to introduce the trainer who made this possible. He came out of retirement for this occasion and worked miracles with this half-wild human. Please welcome Master J.”
The onlookers broke out in applause and Jexton reluctantly stood. He nodded once then started to sit back down.
“No, Master J, come stand beside the stage. You’ve earned an unobstructed view of your trainee’s graduation.”
Jexton tensed, fists clenched, teeth grinding. The fucking bastard knew damn well he wanted no part of this. “I’m fine right here. A well-trained pet should focus on her owner. I don’t want to be a distraction.”
“I insist.”
Wishing Trolyn into an early grave with every step, Jexton walked down the aisle and stood to one side of the platform. His heart thudded wildly in his chest. If Katherine picked up on his distress, it would only add to hers.
Pleased with his vindictive ploy, Trolyn turned to the owner. “Are you ready for the unveiling?”
The owner inclined his head. How odd. Was he afraid someone would recognize his voice? The hairs on the back of Jexton’s neck prickled and he looked at the owner more closely. Did he know this man? He’d been a part of the pleasure industry for many years. Had he trained pets for this buyer before?
A door on the other side of the platform opened and Katherine walked into the room. She was covered in diaphanous panels of pale gold. The material floated over her naked body like a cloud. Even her head was draped in a panel, yet she wasn’t really concealed. The panels were sheer, her face and form easily detectable through the filmy material.
“Come stand before your new master and let him unwrap his possession,” Trolyn directed.
Jexton detected the subtle hesitance in her movements, but it was unlikely that her owner would. She paused as she climbed each step, as if to increase the anticipation. Once she reached the actual platform, she moved in front of her owner, her steps light and graceful.
“Would you like to unwrap her or shall she unveil for you?”
Again without speaking, the owner reached out and uncovered her face. He paused and touched her cheek, his thumb caressing her lips. Tenderness. Jexton hadn’t expected this. Most owners were focused entirely on their own pleasure when they first encountered their pets.
When the owner bent and kissed her, Jexton had to look away. It was the one intimacy trainers were forbidden, yet he’d imagined what her lips would feel like beneath his, often dreamed of tasting her mouth.
A soft moan escaped her as the owner plundered her soft mouth. He’d known she would submit to this, he’d used all his skill and experience to ensure she would. But he’d never even considered that she’d enjoy it.
The owner continued to kiss her as he pulled away the other panels. Then his hands moved boldly over her naked body. He cupped her perfect breasts and lifted her to her toes with his hands on her ass. She remained stiff in his embrace for a few moments, but gradually she melted and her arms wrapped around his broad back.
Again Jexton was struck by the familiarity of the owner’s movements. Even the groans and growls he made as he seduced his pet seemed horribly familiar. If Jexton didn’t know better he’d suspect Indel of manipulating this situation. But Indel didn’t have the sort of credits required to purchase a virgin pet.
Wishful thinking, he reminded himself. If Indel purchased Katherine, she would be pampered and protected. Even if his brother didn’t intend to share her, Jexton would know that she was safe. But this wasn’t Indel. It couldn’t be.
Could it?
* * *
Kate’s head spun and her heart thundered as her owner kissed her. His mouth moved with such skill that her surroundings faded away. She felt only his tongue sliding against hers and his warm hands voyaging across her flesh.
She’d lain awake all night in her cage dreading this ceremony and crying for her trainer. She didn’t even know his name, but her heart had surrendered to his inadvertent seduction. All he’d wanted was to equip her with the skills she’d need to survive as a private pet. Instead he’d taught her the blissfulness of complete surrender. The only problem was, she wanted to surrender to him—and only him.
Or so she’d thought until her owner had touched her with shocking tenderness. His kiss was intoxicating. No matter how hard she tried to keep her emotions locked away, desire and curiosity seeped through her determination.
Life would be so much better if she could learn to care for her owner, but offering him more than resignation while her trainer looked on seemed needlessly cruel.
Clearly, her owner didn’t understand her quandary. He picked her up and set her on the padded surface. She wasn’t sure what to call it. It was smaller than a table, yet higher than a bench. Lights flickered then illuminated the area and the screens behind the platform came alive. She glanced at the lurid images then gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Her body was now displayed in extreme close-ups from every angle imaginable. Heat cascaded through her body, part titillation, part mortification.
Large, warm hands framed her face and guided her gaze to her owner’s. “Look at me, Katherine,” he whispered for her ears alone. “Think only of me.”
She tensed. He’d called her by name, just like her trainer did from time to time. It would have been wonderful advice, if her trainer weren’t standing so close. How could she allow herself to feel anything for one male while the one she really wanted watched every move she made, every expression?
Her owner kissed her again, his hands gently stroking her back. Why was he being so careful, so kind? It actually made things harder for her.
He kissed his way down her neck as he guided her hands to the table behind her. He was tall and young, a Daf Silva male in his prime. This could have been so much worse. His lips closed around one of her nipples and he sucked hard enough to make her gasp.
“She’s wonderfully responsive.” Lord Trolyn’s voice intruded into the sensual haze. “Look how wet her pussy has grown, and he’s yet to even touch her there.”
Kate closed her eyes, humiliated because he was right. She was already wet and aching for cock and apparently it didn’t matter whose cock filled her. She’d thought her trainer was special, that her passion burned only for him. But her traitorous body was having the same reaction to her handsome owner. She was such a slut.
Her owner urged her down across the table and spread her legs as wide as they’d go. He petted her pussy, teasing her folds. She turned her head and looked at the display. Her sex was magnified on the screen. Was she really that flushed? That wet? He parted her lips, revealing her engorged clit. Appreciative murmurs rippled through the audience and she closed her eyes again. This part was as horrible as she’d imagined, even if her owner was a pleasant surprise.
He pushed a finger into her pussy, fucking her with long, slow strokes. Then his mouth centered over her clit and his tongue began a tantalizing dance over the sensitive nub. She started to fight off the tension rapidly gathering in her core, but he whispered, “Come for me. I want you to.”
So she surrendered to the sensations, allowing the orgasm to crest. She pushed up with her heels, pressing herself against his mouth as she cried out softly, no longer caring that she was on display.
He licked her clit with ruthless determination, wringing every last shudder from her semi-reluctant body. Did her trainer find this disloyal? Was he angry or disappointed in her? She couldn’t bear the possible answers, so she kept her eyes squeezed shut.
“Beautifully done, pet,” Lord Trolyn praised and she clenched her teeth. Each time he ran his mouth it forced her back into the moment, forced her to remember the audience leering at her body and imagining all sorts of vile things they could be doing to her.
Then her owner moved around the table, so he stood by her head. Unsure what he wanted, she opened her eyes. A faint smile curved h
is lips as he paused to caress her face. His eyes, so piercing and blue, reminded her of her trainer’s. In fact his strong jaw and the shape of his mouth were similar too. He pulled her toward him and eased her head back over the side of the table. Understanding what he had in mind, she quickly licked her lips.
Her heels still rested on the opposite edge of the table and she kept her legs open wide. If he’d wanted her positioned more modestly, he would have pushed her legs together. As she expected, he parted his robe and guided his cock toward her mouth. Her lips stretched wide around him and she struggled not to gag as he filled her mouth completely. Damn, were all Daf Silva this big? Her trainer—she had to stop thinking about her trainer. Despite her claim the night before, life would be much better if she focused on her owner. Her mind knew she was right, but her heart ached, refusing to cooperate.
“Don’t forget to let her breathe,” Trolyn coached and the audience laughed. “Humans are used to much smaller cocks.”
Kate did her best to ignore everything but her owner. He played with her breasts and fingered her wet pussy as he slid in and out of her mouth. More than actually fucking her mouth, he was displaying his right to fill her. She’d been warned that he would likely work his way around to her ass rather than starting with the—she refused to use the word they used. She would only feel ‘defiled’ if she allowed this to be abusive. Her owner seemed pleasant and he was careful with her, so she would offer him her virginity. It was her choice.
As if hearing her thoughts, he pulled out of her mouth and returned to his original place between her thighs. He parted her lips with his thumbs, opening her wide as he positioned his cock at her entrance. Her trainer had reshaped her body for Daf Silva cock, so she knew it wouldn’t hurt. Still it felt odd to be fucked by a person she’d literally just met.
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