by Lily White
“No. I’m being this way with you because of what I saw in the bathroom yesterday. I have no interest in humiliating you further than your boyfriend appears to do on a daily basis.” He made a point to glance at my wrists and back up again.
“I got the keys, didn’t I?”
“Whatever you say, Princ-“
Rounding my shoulders, I clenched my fingers over the keys. “I’m your Master -“
“Then Master me, Princess. My only suggestion is that you find another way to do it.”
It took absolute self-control to keep from smiling. I’d already started Mastering this man, he just didn’t know it.
Breathing out, I crossed the room to unlock the shackles at his feet, finding the same new wounds as his wrists, the marks raw and ugly.
“You’ll need to crawl.”
He glanced at me before turning to lower his legs to the floor, his shoulders hunched forward from exhaustion.
When he didn’t respond, I feigned concerned panic. “If you don’t do as I say...” Taking from his playbook, I let the sentence hang, allowed him to fill in whatever result he believed could occur that would be a punishment for me.
In truth, nothing would happen. Aiden would feel superior. Anthony wouldn’t care. But I would fail, and that wasn’t something I was willing to risk.
“I’ll crawl,” he relented. “Anything else you need?”
Voice intentionally regretful, “You need to call me Master.”
“On one condition,” he answered, his head turning so he could look at me. “What’s your real name?”
“Rebecca.”
Recognition flashed in his eyes, silence thick in the room until the painful grit of his voice filled it again. “So this is what happened to you. I’d wondered after I was taken. Your face was all over the news for a year, at least. I thought it looked familiar when you had your hand on my cock.”
A gasp of air blew from my lips. How long had it been since I’d wondered if people still remembered the pretty college girl who was there one day, gone the next? It wasn’t a discussion that would push him toward the bathroom so I didn’t pursue it despite how much I wanted to hear what had occurred after the night I disappeared.
“Let’s go.”
Standing from the bed, Greyson stretched to his full height, the sheer size of him stilling me in place. The top of my head barely reached the mid-point of his chest, his shoulders and head above me. Our difference in size alone should have turned the tides as to who would lead his dance, but rather than overpowering me - a task that would be far too simple for this beast of a man - he crouched down on the floor of my feet, casting me a knowing glance before settling on his hands and knees.
I could have ridden him like a horse if I’d wanted to, on a strong back that was marked by a crosshatch of scars.
Opening the door, I walked into the hallway, the heavy beat of hands and knees following in my wake. Anthony stood sentinel against a far wall. Our eyes locked for a brief second before he looked past me at the man crawling from the dark room, one brow lifting over an amber eye in question. I glanced over my shoulder to see that Greyson had lifted his head to stare at Anthony.
“Eyes down, Pet. You’ll get punished for looking another Master in the eye without permission.”
It surprised me to watch him obey immediately. Relief rattled through me, easing the knot of muscles across my shoulders.
After leading him into the bathroom, I glanced at Anthony one last time before closing it, a silent message that I had my new Courtesan under control.
Knowing he would report back to Aiden despite his insistence he was only here to ensure I remained safe, I couldn’t help the smile that tugged my lips apart. It took effort to school my expression into one of calm complacency before turning to look at Greyson.
“Into the tub. Your wounds need tending and you stink.”
“Will this be the deluxe experience, or just a regular scrub down?”
“Do you plan on drowning me, or can I get close enough without fear of my life to actually help you?”
He was on his feet again, dwarfing me in size. There was no denying the sad truth that he could do whatever he wanted and I had no way to stop him. Shoving that truth aside, I stepped up close, my neck craning so I could meet his eyes. Slowly, I lifted my hand to press it to his chest. Even with my long fingers extended, they didn’t cover even a third of the planes of his pectorals.
“I believe I gave you an order.”
Pushing him back, I almost laughed when he obliged, as if I had any hope of physically forcing him to move if he didn’t want to.
“Shower or bath?” he asked as he stepped into the tub, his voice whisper soft so Anthony wouldn’t overhear us.
“Bath,” I answered, my throat tight, my body far too aware of his strong presence. The heat of his chest against my palm burned me, my fingers fighting not to curl and drag nails down skin that was marked with the evidence of sensual violence.
My breath caught as he pulled away to sit down in a tub large enough for several people. Crouching by the porcelain lip, I reached over his head to turn on the water, the inside of my arm brushing his cheek. Like last time, his head turned toward the touch, his teeth catching the sensitive skin beneath my elbow hard enough to sting. I didn’t move, simply watched with fascination.
He let me go and I had to clear my throat. “Whoever trained you before me didn’t teach you a damn thing about proper behavior.”
A deep inhalation, a slow exhalation. “I’m here for your sexual amusement, aren’t I?” Head rolling over his shoulders, he met my stare. “Judging by the look on your face, I’d say somebody trained me damn well.”
Steam billowed in the room, my shirt sticking to my skin as dampness weighed down the thin cotton.
“You planning on sitting over there the entire time, or are you going to tend to me like a Master would?”
A shake of my head and I freed myself of the moment. I took my time to gather bandages, a straight razor and soap, setting them on the floor near the bath. The tub filled quickly, steam hovering above water that covered the body of a man that was slowly drawing my interest.
Lathering a washcloth with the soap, I pushed up on my knees to reach across him and clean his shoulders, the muscles bunching beneath my touch. It was difficult to maneuver from where I knelt. I was tiny in comparison to both Greyson and the tub.
“Wouldn’t it be easier if you were in here with me?” His deep voice was a phantom within the thick steam.
“You tried to kill me last time I touched you.”
“I already had the chance to kill you in the other room and I didn’t. What makes you think I’d kill you now?”
My eyes lifted to find him staring at me intently. He shrugged one broad shoulder. “I’m here for a purpose, Master. You might as well use me.”
Eyes narrowed with suspicion, I licked my lips, wet heat caressing my skin. “It sounds like you want me to use you, Pet.”
Greyson blinked, his expression impossible to read. “Guess the only thing left to do is crawl in here and find out.”
My pulse pounded in my throat. “Fine. But only because it will be easier to wash you.”
I’d expected a sarcastic response. All he gave me was deafening silence. I lifted a foot to step in the tub, but his hand caught my ankle forcing me to balance my weight to keep from tipping over. Caribbean eyes lifted to mine. “Do you normally bathe with your clothes on?”
“I’m not one taking a bath.”
The slightest grin. “Do you normally fuck with your clothes on?”
There it was, the question I hadn’t known I’d been asking myself from the moment I first learned I would train him. Could I willingly give myself to someone other than the man I called Master?
Reminding myself Aiden wasn’t the Master now, I pulled my foot from his grasp, stood on the outside of the tub, and made a decision that would escalate the game I was playing - not with this man who stared at m
e now, but with another I knew was watching.
I’d felt him since the moment Greyson and I had entered the bathroom. From the corner of my eye, I glanced at the camera, confirming the tiny light shone green and not red.
It didn’t surprise me in the least Aiden had another way of using his cameras; I simply wondered where the screens were that he used to watch.
Gripping the bottom hem of my shirt, I lifted it, sliding it off my arms and dropping it to the floor as Greyson’s gaze trailed a long, slow look down my body. While he stared, I made quick work of the button of my jeans, allowing them to drop down my legs so I could kick them off my feet.
The water was deliciously hot when I stepped in and straddled Greyson’s stomach. His hands dipped beneath the water, his fingers sliding gently over the curve of my hips, my breasts suddenly heavy as water pushed up just beneath them.
“I’m going to shave you now. And you’re going to be a good boy and not fight.”
His mouth crooked, eyes glimmering with some unspoken thought I would have killed to know. Until this moment, Greyson had played the perfect Pet, but what if he’d simply been waiting for access to a weapon?
Then again, with our size difference, his hands were the only weapon he needed.
Reaching over the tub, I wrapped my fingers over the straight razor, opening it while I scooted up his body to straddle him just beneath his ribs. The feel of his skin against the insides of my thighs was staggering, my heart beating a staccato rhythm beneath my ribs. He never released his tender grip of my hips, the tips of my breasts brushing his chest as I leaned forward to shave the hair from his cheek.
My entire body tightened as I dragged the blade down his skin, the only sound between us that of metal sliding over stubble.
The moment was broken when his left hand released me to grip over mine, the handle of the razor hard against my palm as he tightened his fingers. Blade still flat against his skin, he caught my eyes with his and slowly forced my hand from his face to direct the razor between us. It landed with a threatening edge just beneath my jaw. I was powerless to stop him if he decided to force me to slice my own throat.
Outside the bathroom door, I heard a phone ring, a muted voice, quick steps and then a fist banging against the door. “Rebecca?” Anthony’s voice boomed through the wood.
“We’re fine,” I answered him, unsure if Greyson would end up slicing my neck regardless of whether Aiden and Anthony knew.
“Who’s watching us?” Greyson asked with the softest voice.
Swallowing, I couldn’t ignore the press of a razor against the movement of my throat. “My Master,” I whispered, knowing well that if we hadn’t caught Aiden’s full attention before, we definitely had it now.
“Good,” was his simple answer. The tip of the razor nicked my throat, a hot, fat bead of blood welling before slowly sliding down my neck.
“Lean forward,” he whispered so low there was no way Aiden could have heard him through the cameras.
I did as I was told, my body coming alive with the threat of violence pressed against my pulse.
Nose to nose with Greyson, my breasts hanging heavy to his chest, the razor was still wrapped in our hands and held to my skin. Greyson forced my arm to move as he slowly directed the tip of the razor softly down the line of my neck, down further until the tip was positioned between my breasts.
A shiver coursed through me, but I refused to beg. How fucked up was I that my fear only turned me on?
Leaning forward, Greyson wrapped his lips over the small cut he’d made with the razor, his tongue sliding against my skin to lick up that one drop of blood. His mouth moved to my ear, his breath hot when he said, “You’re going to ride me, Master. Nice and slow so your boyfriend can watch. I hope that’s okay with you.”
Unable to speak without my voice shattering into a million trembling shards, I nodded my head, my core clenching with the need to be filled. He grinned against my cheek. “Be sure to tell me what to do. Exactly how you want me to do it. Demand everything your body needs. And don’t forget to smile for the camera.”
Lips parting, I took a steadying breath before straightening my posture, the razor still held firmly between my breasts. My voice was intentionally strong and loud, “I’m going to fuck you now, Pet. And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.” Reaching with my free hand, I cupped his face with my palm, my thumb sweeping down to trace the shape of his full bottom lip. “Be a good boy and make love to your Master.”
Our eyes locked, my hips lifting as the water moved around us. Pulling my hand from his face, I reached behind to find his cock was thick and perfectly hard. Slowly notching my pussy at the head, I breathed out again before sliding down, burying him inside me, my muscles an instant, wanton, rippling grip.
Greyson’s fingers trembled where he held the razor, opening in a moment where my body accepted his to drop the razor from our hands. It took effort not to bounce my hips, everything inside me screaming for me to move.
“How does it feel?” I asked, my gaze set on his mouth, noting how his lips had parted with the feel of my muscles clenching his cock.
Pure grit was his deep, dark voice. “Like you’re a warm, wet hole I want to destroy.”
Lips curling, I flattened my palms against the ridges of his strong stomach. “Good boy. Just be sure to make me like it.”
There was nothing more to be said after that, not that either of us could speak once Greyson’s control broke loose, his body surging forward to easily claim the upper hand.
With a flurry of strong, sure hands and a body that was twice my size, he moved so fast that I forgot how to breathe. I was beneath him suddenly, my hands reaching to grip the lip of the tub where his feet had once been, my chest pressed against the cool porcelain, his body mounting mine from behind.
Hands gripping my hips where they’d been bruised by Aiden’s punishing fingers just an hour before, Greyson held me in place as he took everything I had to give with long, leisurely strokes. The water splashed with every thrust, my eyes clenching shut as I fought not to demand he go faster, harder.
It wasn’t my place to make demands.
It wasn’t my place...
Wait a fucking second.
Yes, it was.
“Faster,” I ordered, my hips pushing back against his in sensuous demand, his body curling over mine so he could whisper against my ear.
“I was wondering when you would begin to play the part.” The tip of his nose trailed down my jaw, his body stilling for just a fraction of a second before I felt his teeth lock over a bruise another mouth had left earlier. Sucking the skin until it hurt, he released it on a soft laugh. “That’s my mark now, Master. I hope your boyfriend appreciates it.”
Fingers tightening down on my hips, his body practically danced behind me, powerful thrusts that filled me completely, splashing water over the tub and knocking my body forward. I bucked my hips and shoved back at him, driving his cock deeper, meeting him thrust for every mind-blowing thrust. One strong hand released my hip to skim up my stomach. He palmed my breast with a punishing grip, a growl of masculine appreciation deep in his chest.
“I love your fucking tits,” he crooned, kneading the tender flesh between possessive fingers.
My muscles rippled again, my body trembling over the precipice of an orgasm that had been denied to me an hour before. Smiling to think my fuckboy was perfectly man enough to make me scream, I opened my mouth to order, “Harder.”
“Yes, Master.”
He drove into me without fear of the pain, fear of breaking me, fear of splitting me in two with a sensuous vengeance that forced carnal moans up my throat. Still, it wasn’t enough to shove me over the edge. It wasn’t dangerous, it wasn’t...
“Pull my hair,” I begged, “make it hurt.”
He complied and although fire chased across my skull, it wasn’t enough.
“For fuck’s sake, Pet, stop holding back and make me come.”
I’d practi
cally hissed the command, and Greyson attacked my body with the sting of his teeth, the grip of his hands, the hard rhythmic thrusts of a cock that stretched me so sweetly that I had to spread my legs further just to accommodate his thrusts.
Fueled by testosterone, Greyson was an animal unleashed, his body lording over mine as his hips beat against my ass. Long hard thrusts, a tease of the thick head at my entrance only to push inside again claiming a female body. I was panting as he made me his, stars bursting behind clenched eyes as his hand snuck down my stomach to find my clit, one touch, one pinch, and I came over his cock with such force that I became too tight for the width of his dick.
A wave of pleasure crashed over me in that moment, a pulse of violent sensuality that caused my muscles to lock on his width, my fingers to curl over the lip of the tub, my mouth to open on a sensual moan that wouldn’t be mistaken for anything but my pleasure on Aiden’s ridiculous camera.
Greyson’s release followed shortly behind mine, and I tried not to think that when his body bucked and his fingers gripped down on the tender flesh of my hips, there was another man’s face smiling at me in my mind, a Master who had ensured I would see only him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
AIDEN
Son.
Of.
A.
Bitch.
I was going to kill that bastard before the night was over. I wasn’t sure exactly how his end would come, but I was sure it would be as slow and painful as I could possibly make it. Perhaps I would use the razor he’d threatened Rebecca with to nick a thousand cuts over his body, let him bleed out for hours while I continued to cut and slice.
I’d remove his balls before he lost consciousness. Feed him his dick, shoving it so far down his throat he fucking choked as his heart stopped beating.
“That is not the face of a happy man.”
It was a shame Anthony would have to die as well. He was enjoying this far too much. “How did you know where to find me?”
“Well,” he said, his amused voice a stick poking the hornet’s nest, “I had to take a guess that you were in here watching the show after I found your phone smashed to pieces in the office.”