Lisle was different from the Shellys and Vals and Alices. She brought with her a singular experience that made her caning as enticing for him as it was necessary for her. She was a naturally submissive woman who looked to men for answers, who thrived on their guidance and stubbornly held fast to what she knew was important in her life. Facing him now, her pretty round ass cheeks were as pristine as a virgin’s, white like the walls of his house and twitching as her nervousness made it nearly impossible to remain still. He feasted on the sight of that unblemished ass and imagined how it would look when he was done. He briefly ran his hand over the two firm orbs and connected with the wanting energy that poured from the girl. Feeling the smooth cane in his hand, he adjusted his grip and when he whipped it through the empty air it stung the ear. Lisle jerked as if he’d hit her.
Each response from her sent a shot of adrenalin through his body. Lust poured into his loins. His sadist rose up with well-remembered ferocity.
He took the pointy tip of the cane and nudged it between her rear cheeks, poking it hard so he knew it had to hurt. He went on with the nudging and prodding until he finally heard her blurt out ‘ouch’ beneath her breath. Suddenly, he jerked the cane from between her cheeks and in one swift move made a backhanded strike with the rod landing squarely across her ass. The blow indented her flesh on impact and left an angry red welt to mar the surface, as he intended. It would not be the last.
He gave her just seconds to absorb the pain from the blow then delivered another and another and another in rapid succession until she was wobbling uneasily on the stool and grunting as each painful cut seared her skin.
“Steady yourself,” he lashed out in words this time, and the girl instantly stopped her crazed gyrations. “You fall, you pick yourself up and we start over again,” he warned.
From then on she focused better. Her grit kicked in and her determination showed in every breath. As the caning resumed she kept herself from crying out and held on to the stool until her knuckles were bone white. The blows continued at a steady pace and soon her entire bottom was streaked with red and the first signs of broken skin began to appear here and there as tiny pools of blood.
He could have gone on, but rather than make mincemeat of her tender flesh, he dropped the cane and moved in behind her, grabbing ass cheeks in his fists and squeezing down until she finally responded with a frantic, “No, nonononono…..stop…pleeeease! Stop, please, stop please…”
He eased up but didn’t end the torment. While he steadied her body with his left hand, he vigorously massaged her wounded cheeks with his right, squeezing and pawing, inserting fingers into her anal crack and fishing deeply inside the sexy fissure to find her cunt. The hole was sopping wet with her fluids dripping down her inner thighs. He found her clit, the bud hard and swollen and sensitive enough to make her moan when he touched it. Twisting it between this thumb and index fingers forced a huge cry from her lips then another gasping, heated moan as the punishment turned from gruelingly painful to sexual foreplay.
He withdrew his hand and smacked her welted cheeks, turning them scarlet in the process. Convulsive spasms wracked her body as one climax after another caused her to seize up one minute, ease off the next.
She cried quietly, so he could barely hear her, “Oh, yes, yes yes, fuck yes!” between heated breaths.
Though at first her response appeared totally sexual, he could feel the steady rise in her emotions. Rather than running out of gas from sheer physical exhaustion her spirit had glanced off in a new direction. Sensing the shift in her, he abruptly jerked her to her feet and bringing her around the kitchen island, he thrust her against her the breakfast table so she was lying on her back. His hand returned to the swollen clit and juicy hole, two fingers inside, one sitting on her g-spot, his thumb against her clit. He shook her crotch hard, while listening to her cries and watched her delicate body writhe with abandon consumed by another more savage wave of spasms. He took her to one heightened peak of feral pleasure after another as he plundered her sexual treasure. Then tearing a page from his old book of outrageous vices, he dislodged his cock from his pants and thrust it into the juicy portal. Smashing himself against her crotch, he fucked her soundly, using her hips as handles and driving his member deep into the orgasmic cavern. Her muscles tightened around his organ, grabbing hold and drawing him even deeper as she aggressively milked the pistoning organ. She made him forget consequences, forget right and wrong, sane and foolish—the arguments were a waste of a horny man’s time.
By the time he ejaculated and his salty sexual grunts reached the air they were both coming down from the sexual high. Then with his cock still buried in her he lifted her up and held her against him, surrounding her slight body in his embrace. Just seconds later she was sobbing into his chest, her body wracked by a new wave of convulsions, these powered not by sex but by powerful emotion.
He let her cry for a long while and shed the grief that attacked her soul. He’d never recalled such a desperate embrace, or such devotion from a woman. He flinched at the idea of anyone woman being this close, this dependent on him, but he would not let her feel his reluctance. He continued to hold her until she was cried out, and after several moments of quiet peace in the wake of that storm, he finally pushed her back, just slightly.
“Better?” He looked down at her open face and shining eyes. The tension and the troubled look were gone.
“Yes, sir, better. Thank you.” She took several deep breaths and pulled a little further away. “I’m so tired.”
“Nearly midnight, the day you’ve had, you should be tired.”
The moment required a swift change from him, and rather than fool with more questions and crisp demands, he abruptly lifted her into his arms and moving into the hallway carried her to the second floor and set her on her feet.
“Into your bedroom. Bring me your pillow and blanket,” he ordered.
She moved quick as a jackal and returned with the items, appearing as intrigued a she was confused.
“Under the stairs,” he announced.
He immediately turned to the staircase that rose to the second floor, and reaching down, pulled back on the sliding panel beneath the third floor stairs to expose the storage space. The space was empty now, and the most cage-like closet in his house. Lisle peered inside, uncertain, though Daniel could feel a sudden spike of excitement emanating from the puzzled girl as it dawned on her what he had in mind. She would have crawled in without further urging but just to lay her fears to rest, he opened the drawer of a hall table and pulled out a flashlight. Light poured into the small compartment illuminating every crack and corner and dust mote. “Clean it if you’d like, it’s yours to use while you’re here. I’d rather have you sleeping in a real bed, but if you need the confinement this is where you’ll sleep.”
A soft smile broke out across her face, and with her pillow and blanket still in hand, she crouched to the floor and crawled in. The space was nearly five feet high at the tall end, sloping rapidly to nothing where the third floor stairs began. The sliding door was an intricately woven lattice of wood, providing plenty of air even when it was closed. But rather than close it tightly, she left it open a crack so she could see out. She placed the pillow at the tall end, laid down on the hardwood floor and covered herself with the blue woolen blanket. Her childlike face peeked out at Daniel with a grateful look and for the first time since he’d taken her from Brauer’s estate, she looked genuinely happy.
“If you get cold or uncomfortable, you still have your bed. I wouldn’t mind at all if I found you there in the morning.” He delivered his wishes like he might any pipedream, knowing that he’d find her exactly where she was when the sun rose. “And if you need it—” he added, handing her the flashlight.
“Yes, sir.”
She looked as though she might say more, but before she could, he turned out the light and retreated to his bedroom down the hall.
Chapter Six
The Girl Stays
Tw
o days later, early in the morning there was a knock on Daniel’s door.
“What? No packed suitcase and girl waiting at the front door?” Marcus strode inside, looking cheery though slightly apprehensive.
Daniel motioned him into his office where the lanky Marcus stood for awhile, hands in his pockets, staring at the bright open room as if he’d never seen it before. He finally made an abrupt about face.
“So, you going to keep her?” he flippantly broached the subject of the hour fully expecting a negative answer.
“Yes, I am.” Daniel made the announcement with so little inflection in his voice, so matter-of-factly that it took Marcus several seconds to realize that he’d just said the magic words. At least the magic words he wanted to hear.
“Wow! Man, that’s great,” his face lit up with a beaming smile, “gotta say this is a shock though.” He viewed his friend with a renewed sense of gratitude.
“Is it all that surprising? You have nowhere for her to go.”
“That’s not true.”
“Lady M’s?”
“It’s not ideal, but I’m sure it could work. I mean if you want to reconsider, the woman’s waiting for a new slave. I did my homework this time. I really did. I know I left you in a lurch and you came through—”
“Which means you owe me, Marcus.”
“Yes, I’m sure I do,” he grimaced a bit, sighed, and then began strolling about the room, absently taking in the few knickknacks Daniel had scattered here and there. Nothing of any real interest: a crudely framed picture of six smiling mercenaries dressed in dusty fatigues, Daniel Broc at the left hand end; a carved wooden pot; a brass canister; and two pictures in full color filled with bright and beautiful faces—family pictures, Marcus assumed. The man’s personal effects would fit in a cigar box. He finally turned, eyeing him with a puzzled expression. “So, you going to tell me what changed your mind?”
“The girl changed my mind. This has not been an easy few weeks, but I’ve been reminded that truly submissive women are not as impossible to find as I believed.”
“So, the fucking’s been good?” he asked with a lurid gleam in his sharp brown eyes.
Daniel shook his head in disgust. “Only fucked her once.”
“You almost sound offended,” Marcus shot back.
“I could have fucked her every day and twice on Sunday if I’d wanted to. What we did instead is feel each other out—in a more cerebral sense. She roamed my house like she did the estate. She’s studied me. I’ve studied her. She’s not the psychologically impaired thing we thought she was. In addition to being needy, grief-stricken and confused, she’s intelligent, sexy and mischievous. She’ll be a challenge for any man, mistress or female, but despite my huge misgivings, she’s going to be my challenge—at least for now. I would like to believe that you didn’t arrange this whole thing to get the outcome you wanted in the first place.”
“Me? You think I’d do that?” His eyes lit with a devilish glee.
“Actually, I doubt you’re that clever or perceptive. Let’s call it an accident of fate.”
“Yes, let’s. I wish I could say I maneuvered the situation with the dexterity of a Svengali, but you’re right; I was really worried what I’d do with El until I thought of you.”
“I could tell. Meanwhile, she enters my life just as I’m feeling that old sadistic stirring start to nag at me again. I have to placate it someway.”
“So she’s your slave?”
“Not yet and maybe never—probably never. But she’ll do better with someone in control who knows what they’re doing. Whether Lady M would ever discover what I have about Lisle is, well…doubtful.”
“You shouldn’t judge the woman on that first meeting. It was a bad day, really.”
“Maybe so. But at some point, Lisle’s seen the Domme in action. It took one lame threat, one suggestion that I’d have Lady M beat her for disobedience, to have Lisle doing the one thing she was determinedly opposed to doing.”
“Maybe it’s you? Maybe she liked the threat?”
“I’m sure she did. But there was real fear behind her reaction to that woman. I’m not sure what that’s about. But it’s not an issue I intend to explore right now. We’re a long way off from any real relationship.” He chuckled to himself and shook his head. “But then, what would I know about a real relationship? I’ve never had one.” He paused, sighing. “Still, I’d like to see what comes of this. She excites me, Marcus. Few women do anymore. So for now she stays.”
“Well, you bailed me out of this one. I’d never believed that Daniel Broc would be the answer to my prayers. Even I know that Lady M is not the perfect choice. But quite frankly, I’m not sure there is a perfect situation.”
“Well, you’re off the hook for the time being. If it doesn’t work out between Lisle and me, I’ll make sure she finds some sort of arrangement that does.”
“Fuck man, you’re blowing my mind,” he laughed, shaking his head in amazement. “She must have really gotten under your skin to bring out the do-gooder in a man like you.”
“Do-gooder? Me? I’m afraid the choice is selfishly motivated like every other choice I make. If she suits me, if the sex is good and she’s not too much trouble, she stays. I should have that answer in a few weeks, maybe a couple months. But it’s too soon to tell right now, and she’s too intriguing to let her slip from my grasp. Probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but the decision’s made.”
“Hey, you’ll get no argument from me. I’m certainly not going to talk you out of this one.” Marcus’s strolling journey through the office ended at the front of the room by the window where he plopped down in one of two ergonomic lounging chairs that made up the room’s sparse seating area. He propped his feet on the footstool as if he planned to stay. “So any luck on the computer?”
Daniel had thought little of the cardboard box that sat underneath the bank of glass bookshelves that lined his office walls. He stared at it once or twice, thinking that when he had a free moment he might try booting it up, but sensing it was heavily password protected like everything else that Brauer owned he was sure his efforts would be fruitless.
“Exactly what is it that you’re hoping to find in the thing?”
“Not sure,” he glibly returned as if he didn’t care. “Just curious.”
“C’mon. Stop with the bullshit, Marcus. What are you looking for? What would Brauer hide there that you expect to find?”
With a sly grin, he rubbed his fingers together, the reference clear.
“Money?” Daniel peered at him doubtfully from above, then took a seat in the chair opposite.
“He was practically a billionaire. It stands to reason, given his unusual and pervasive sexual proclivities, that he might be hiding assets. In off shore accounts for instance. Or other places. Who knows what you’ll find?”
“You doing this for the family or yourself?”
He laughed, pulled his feet from the stool, sat them on the floor and leaned forward, speaking in a hushed voice. “They’re not paying me enough to do it for them. I figure we split anything you might uncover, right down the middle.”
“Nice of you to admit that. Or was it just convenient to tell me that now that I’ve put you on the spot?”
“Look. I’m as greedy as the next bastard. And there’s the intrigue of it. I certainly think it’s worth the look. He’s been on the fringes of the slave market, that’s been known for some time. But I think he was far deeper into the trade than he ever let on. There’s no telling what the man might have been into. With your current job in mind I thought you might be the perfect person to work on this with me. But if you’re really adverse to the idea I can always take the computer elsewhere.”
“Oh, fuck. So now you’re going to play on my greed,” he laughed. “I don’t care about any money. If I open up that computer, it’s not for money, it would be for Lisle.”
“Oh?”
“Like you said, there’s no telling what the man was doin
g.”
“So you’ll give it a try?”
“I’ll consider it. God, I hate stuff like this,” he droned. “Always leads to nowhere, I get pissed in the process and go slamming computers against the wall.” He was vastly overstating the truth but he was going for the effect since he had little desire to go combing through some stranger’s computer and find nothing but a bunch of porn that was of no interest to him.
Marcus, however, was seriously impressed by the outburst. “Certainly you wouldn’t!” he snapped.
Daniel offered him a terse, unwavering stare, which slowly transformed into a cryptic smile. “Depends on how much the old Daniel comes out to play.” His eyes danced with an evil light Marcus had not seen from his friend since he first returned to the States.
“You know, you worry me sometimes.”
“I probably should worry you,” Daniel shot back. “But I’m as sane and civilized as Daniel Broc is going to get. You needn’t worry, I won’t go destroying the damn computer.”
“Good. You had me there. I mean, I’m not sure you can even get in. I thought I was pretty good at working my way around computer security but this one’s got me stumped. Someone knew what they were doing when they configured it, makes you wonder what the man was trying to protect.”
“I’ll let you know how I do.”
“Good, well,” Marcus sat up preparing to leave. “This has been a great visit.” He popped to his feet as did Daniel. The two men shook hands and Marcus was trotting down Daniel’s front steps seconds later.
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