by Vonna Harper
Hell, he wasn’t weak. No one dared ever say that of him. What he was, was human, a mature man with a teenager’s hard-on.
Eyes downcast and head bent, she took him deep into her mouth. No matter how much he tried to think of other things, he kept losing himself. His body was designed for rough use, not gentle touches. Women saw him as a damn Viking and he’d always risen to expectations. This—this was different. It took him to a quiet and yet exciting place. Sanded away some of the harsh edges he held his old man responsible for.
Yesterday, he’d locked his collar around her neck and tied her so she could barely move. He’d slapped and beaten her. He’d repeatedly forced her to climax. If the tables were turned, he’d want to kill the person who’d done those things to him.
Why then, was she willingly sucking and slurping? Why, with nothing more than his position of power working against her, was she treating him as if he mattered?
Would you stay here if you had a choice? Do you want to see where our relationship goes?
No way, he answered, prompted in large part by her now downcast eyes. If he mattered to her, wouldn’t she still be looking at him?
Shutting down the part of him that wanted a connection between him and the clay he’d been charged with molding took work. Fortunately, his growing need helped tip the balance. Holding tightly to the chain, he sank back in the chair and let his eyes drift closed. Always before, having sex meant splitting his focus between his pleasure and his partner’s. Now he could concentrate on himself.
“Keep it going. I want your hands on my thighs.” He refilled his lungs. “Make me believe this is the only thing you want out of life.”
Lightly holding his cock between her teeth, she leveled a gaze at him, and for a moment he believed in her. Then her eyes narrowed and she stared at his belly. Her palms settled on his thighs and she started massaging him there. Between the sensual movements and her sucking, he started sweating.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare damn stop.”
This was good—the mountain nearly climbed and release only a step away. He rested his free hand on the top of her head. Damn, but being part of her jerking movements felt wonderful, a hell of a lot better than trying to pretend otherwise.
She sucked and drew back, bringing his cock with her, only to lean into him so it disappeared into her hot cave. Necessity seized him and he sat up straight and started slamming himself at her. She stopped moving, placed her hands against his groin, and offered herself to him. Applying equal pressure to the chain and her hair, he repeatedly thrust.
He was going down, falling into a familiar yet overwhelming vortex, lost as he’d been countless times before.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Arching off the chair, he started coming. She tried to draw back, but he held her in place while filling her mouth with his cum.
“Don’t spit it out. Swallow it, fucking swallow it.”
Finally, her strangled breaths got through to him enough that he eased up on the pressure. His body still spasming, he stared at the whitish discharge leaking from the corners of her mouth.
He’d done it. Branded her with his fluids.
“Taste it, bitch.” His mother would have disowned him if she’d heard him, while his old man probably would have declared him a stud. “Swallow it.”
Although she studied him, he couldn’t guess what she was thinking. His body was starting to relax and his cock had stopped throbbing, but he couldn’t shut off his mind.
Both of their worlds had been turned on end. Before today, he’d given little thought to the possibility that he might change as a result of his new career. He should have gone deeper, looked closer at the ramifications of what he’d signed on to do. He also should have asked himself how he felt about such rules as those that dictated he teach her to see herself as a fuck toy.
Her hands returned to his thighs and she studied him without expression. Where had she gone emotionally, and did she give a damn what he was thinking?
“You made that too easy.” Out of breath as he was, he should have waited before speaking. “Was the report on you wrong? Your skills include deep throating? This is nothing new to you, not something you have to be taught to do?”
She sank down a little. “Master, I don’t know what you want me to say.”
He looped the chain around her neck and held it with both hands, keeping her close and warm. “Oh, I think you do. The problem is you don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’ve performed fellatio,” she whispered, “but I’ve never felt comfortable…”
“I find that hard to believe.”
She briefly closed her eyes. Seeing the heavy links and collar around her slender neck wasn’t helping his blood pressure, not that he minded. Having her naked all the time had stopped making the impact it’d had at first, but the contrast between the fragile column of her neck and what he used to restrain her was a kick in the cock. If they stayed like this much longer, he’d be ready for a second round.
“Why aren’t you married? You wouldn’t be here if you were.”
Judging by her rapid blinking, he’d accomplished what he’d decided to do. He set the pace of her training. Her job consisted of taking every lesson to heart—and seeing him as all-powerful.
“What’s wrong with you? Why doesn’t a man want you?”
“You do,” she whispered and slid her hands from his thighs to hers.
“That’s what you think? Hell, you’re just a piece of meat.”
Pain flickered over her features. “Am I? If I mean so little to you, why is your cum on me?”
The cameras’ microphones weren’t particularly strong so it was possible no one would hear this conversation, but if he really wanted to have a private conversation with her, he’d have to take her elsewhere. Would she open up then, maybe tell him about her relationships?
Did he want to know?
Chapter Seventeen
“You’re making things more complicated than they need to be. Training a sex slave is a simple process. Might equals right. That’s all there is to it.”
Marina had scrambled off the bed and knelt the moment the door had opened, but instead of it just being Master today, the man who’d helped Master capture her was here as well. Except for bringing her something to eat, she hadn’t seen Master since yesterday when she’d given him oral sex. In some regards, she’d been grateful, because she wouldn’t have known what to say or how to act if he brought up what had happened. At the same time, the solitary hours had eaten away at her sanity. Master had kept the small window open, making it impossible for her to dismiss the scent of sea air and sound of crashing waves. Why had he been so cruel?
Or was that consideration?
Leaving Master standing by the door, the other man approached her. “It’s long past time for introductions,” he said. “I’m Robert, Master Robert to you.”
His voice had no inflection. Alarmed without knowing why, she tried to look past him to Master.
“Say it,” he snapped.
“Master Robert.” Hoping to forestall punishment, she lowered her head to the floor, even though she hated the increased sense of vulnerability.
“That’s right, slave. From what I’ve seen, I know your trainer has taught you to view all men as your owners. He’s been doing an admirable job of getting started with you, but I’ve decided to demonstrate some techniques. Pay attention. You can do that, can’t you?”
Of course. She wasn’t stupid. Hoping it was what he wanted, she lifted her head a little. “Yes, Master Robert.”
He settled his hands on his hips. “Interesting. What do you call your trainer?”
“Master.”
“Hmm. And if you were in a roomful of men would you still single him out?”
“Yes.”
His gaze darkened. “That’s your first slip-up. You forgot to properly address me.”
This wasn’t going to turn out well.
“One thing your trainer needs to improve on, and
it’s far from unique with new trainers, is how he relates to his slaves.” He chuckled. “Or, more to the point, doesn’t relate.”
When he turned toward Master and held out his hand, Master pushed himself away from the wall and dropped the key to the chain that kept her fixed to the bed into his palm. Master didn’t look at her.
“All right,” Master Robert said after freeing her, “your first task is to crawl to the dresser and return with three pieces of rope.”
When, even more nervous than earlier, she started to do as she’d been ordered, she broke into a sweat. Maybe they were laughing at how the chain trailed behind her leg. Master had allowed her to take a shower yesterday. Despite that, she felt dirty.
She had to stretch to reach the high drawer that held rope. The lengths felt so strong.
“Bring them back in your teeth.”
Obviously one of Master Robert’s intentions was to demean her. At least returning gave her a chance to study Master. Judging by the tight set to his mouth, he wasn’t happy. As for why someone as imposing as Master would let another man take over—that was yet something else she had to try to figure out.
“She has learned a few things,” Master Robert said as he yanked the ropes out of her mouth. “No doubt about it, your size is working for you.”
“I don’t need this,” Master grumbled.
“That decision isn’t up to you, me either. You did what your coaches told you to, right? Think of me as another team member, not management.”
“Yeah, right. Are you going to tell me what you have in mind?”
“No. I want you to experience a bit of what she is.” Master Robert grabbed her hair and pulled. She hurried to stand, careful to keep her hands off him. “I know you understand the benefits of keeping a trainee in the dark, but you need to internalize the concept. Watch.”
For at least two days now, being in the same room with Master had kept her on sensual alert. In contrast, the moment Master Robert turned her from him and pulled her arms behind her, the only thing she wanted to do was run. His touches held no warmth. He tied her wrists then placed another rope around her waist and secured her wrists to the belt he’d created.
Being helpless wasn’t anything new. She’d weathered it before and would do so now.
“You’re looking at a basic fucking position,” Master Robert said. “You can pull her forward like this”—he clasped her shoulders and forced her to bend over—“which puts her cunt within easy reach.”
Master Robert rammed two fingers into her pussy from behind. She staggered forward. He prevented her from falling by snagging one of the rings on her collar. “Drape her over a handy chair and she’s ready for use. The position obviously also works for back door action. Why don’t you have her wearing a plug twenty-four-seven?”
“Because I don’t.”
“That’s no answer.”
“It’s the only one I have. Look, I’m here as an independent contractor. As long as I get to the same place as everyone else, what difference does it make?”
As Master Robert hauled her upright and wiped his fingers on her buttocks, she all but tasted the tension between the two men.
“We’ve already had this out,” Master Robert said. “At least we did as far as I’m concerned. There are rules we all have to comply with, standards—”
“I don’t need a lecture. Let’s get this done.”
“Fine with me. One thing I’ll hand you, you’ve shown her it won’t do any good to fight.”
If she hadn’t been so nervous she would have laughed at the notion of trying to pit her strength against Master. Robert—she refused to think of him as ‘Master’ anymore—might have been a different story.
“How about you go stand where you were,” Robert said to Master. “That way I can concentrate on one thing.”
And not have to worry about Master overpowering him, she concluded. She just wished she dared think of Master as her protector.
When Master was again leaning against the wall, Robert pointed at the floor. “Down.”
Hating Robert, she nevertheless did the only thing she could. In position before him, she noted his polished air, complete with expensive slacks and shoes and a designer shirt. His nails were professionally cared for and every hair was in place. He even smelled expensive. She preferred Master’s earthy scent.
“This too,” Robert said, “is a basic stance.” He placed his fingers on either side of her mouth and pinched, forcing her to open it. “There’s no reason for you to utter a word of explanation. Just tell her to get ready to deep throat you.”
Robert was arrogant. To him she was a tool and not a human being. He’d never think to ask why she was unmarried.
“Keep your mouth like that, whore. At the moment that’s the only part of your anatomy I give a damn about.”
He unzipped his fly and pulled out a half-erect penis. “There you go.” He shrugged and flattened his hand over her mouth. “Nothing to it.”
“Mechanical as hell,” Master said.
And far different from what had happened between Master and her, her need to demonstrate her gratitude for her multi-orgasms had driven her to try to please him.
“What do I care whether she acts like a robot as long as she gets the job done?” Robert retorted. “Maybe that’s your problem. You’re looking for a personal connection between master and slave.” Smiling a smile she’d have loved to have wiped off his face, he ran his finger around her gaping mouth. “Slaves learn dependency on their masters same as dogs learn not to bite the hand that feeds them.”
Robert was being careful not to get his finger close to her teeth. Maybe biting him would be worth the punishment. At least she’d have a few seconds of victory before all hell broke around her.
“I have to hand it to you,” Robert continued. He closed his fingers around her left nipple. “I’ve never mouth-fucked a slave without first installing a safety device this soon after training begins.”
“I didn’t have to.”
Because I want to give you pleasure.
“You intimidate her. The problem is you’ve been relying on that intimidation instead focusing on the finer points. It’s those points that potential owners are looking for.”
“I don’t agree with you,” Master said, “but I’m willing to listen.”
“You don’t think she’s scared of you?”
“She was at first. I’m not sure anymore.”
“And that’s a hell of a problem.” Robert rolled her nipple about. “Besides, you’re robbing yourself of a hell of a lot of fun.”
He found pleasure in seeing a captive shake with fear while in his presence? How sick was that? Of course, she reminded herself, Master had started out the same way, hadn’t he?
“Here’s how I’ve always handled early sessions,” Robert went on. “These techniques have worked here for longer than I’ve been on staff. Stick to the program and you won’t have any trouble.”
Robert had barely acknowledged her existence, which she knew was on purpose. “Keep that position,” he said. “So much as twitch and you’re going to rue this day.”
She hardly cared that Robert was returning to the dresser, just that her nipple was free and he’d stopped testing her self-control. She still felt the imprint of his finger where it had circled her mouth.
“This is what I thought you’d use.” Robert held up a metal and leather device. “Works off the principle of those things that keep car hoods up.”
She risked a glance in Master’s direction. It was almost as if he wished he wasn’t here.
Sighing, she reluctantly turned back to Robert because she had no choice but to acknowledge what he now held up to her face. The O design was simple. All he had to do was position it inside her mouth and she wouldn’t be able to bring her teeth together. Not only that, his cock would fit into the forced space.
“Usually I wouldn’t say anything to a bitch at this point,” he told Master. “However, I want to draw your attent
ion to something. If you’ll notice, I’ve done nothing to stimulate her. I could of course, and often do turn one on, but this time my intention is to set up a counterbalance of sorts. I’m going to get off by using her. All she can do is kneel there and take it. There won’t be anything resembling a reward.”
“Why not?” Master asked.
“Because I’m a bastard.” Robert positioned the metal O over her mouth and shoved it into place. “A multi-talented bastard.”
All too soon she understood what he was talking about. He drew out the process of preparing her to act as a receptacle for sex by taking more time than was necessary fastening the various leather straps. Afterward, he returned to the dresser and retrieved a thin, stiff switch.
Don’t let either of them see your fear. Keep your helpless anger to yourself.
That turned out to be easier said than done, because Robert was a master manipulator. He waited until his cock was lodged in her mouth before starting to switch her. He repeatedly barked orders for her to stay still while stinging blows landed on nearly every inch of her body.
True, Master had beaten her, but he hadn’t thrown his pleasure in her face while he’d been doing it. Robert obviously loved mixing things up and keeping her off balance. He laughed while he rammed himself down her throat and crisscrossed her flanks with lines of fire. He could have kept her in place by holding onto her hair or connecting a leash to her collar, but that would have been the simple way.
“You’re dirt. Trash.” Spittle landed in her hair. “Sagging breasts and a cunt covered in stubble. You smell like the back end of a horse.”
The demeaning words lashed her almost as deeply as the whip did. She knew he was saying those things for effect, but the more he repeated them, the harder it became to rise above them.
“No wonder you’re here. You don’t deserve to be among the public. You aren’t normal.” The whip repeatedly stuck her breasts. “This is the only thing you’re good for.” He grabbed a fistful of hair and shoved her face against him, flattening her nose and filling her mouth.