by Lily White
Aiden’s name was a prayer on my tongue, his body the idol I worshiped each time we came together. And when his mouth found mine, when his hands fisted in my hair and when he pushed in so deep that there was no question of whether he owned me, I screamed out my climax, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm and his mouth stealing away every sound I made that was intended for him alone.
Stars burst behind my clenched eyes and I was cast into a perfect euphoria that left me floating above myself, above Molly, but never above him. He was too high, too mighty, too powerful to let any person overtake him.
If my body was the lock that protected my heart, my submission, and my pleasure, then Aiden Oliver - my Master - was the only man who would ever hold the key. He was the only person who was able to tie me up into knots, and he was the only man who had the ability to smooth those knots back out and transform me into something far more beautiful than I had ever been.
Opening my eyes, I was met with the lasting effects of heat in his. His cock pulled out of me, but his stare never let me go. The room around us didn’t exist, not until he spoke and reminded me that we weren’t the only two people there.
“You can pull out of her now, Molly.”
“Yes, Master.”
After cleaning himself up and helping me down from the swing, Aiden carried me to the bed in the room and laid me down over the silk sheets, settling his weight beside me with an amused look behind his knowing eyes.
His voice was soft when he brushed the hair away from my face and said, “You enjoyed that. Even though you were being fucked by a woman who promised to take me from you.”
Shock coursed through me. “You heard the conversation?”
Nodding, he looked around the room, his eyes so observant, so deep in thought. He was always just out of reach, but sometimes I felt like he was close enough to touch, especially in moments after he’d shoved me over a cliff of pure pleasure only to catch me before I hit the hard, rock bottom.
“Where’s Molly?” I asked.
His shoulders shook with light laughter. “I sent her to take a shower. You were out of it for a few minutes.”
It wouldn’t be the first time. Aiden had a way of catapulting me outside of my own mind, of nearly knocking me out cold with the way he made my body sing.
The euphoria is never so sweet as when it’s summoned in me by him.
“You’ll be her toy, Rebecca. For as long as I say. And you won’t hurt her again.”
My expression wrinkled and I opened my mouth to complain, but Aiden’s smile silenced my voice, and the tip of his finger brushed at the skin between my eyes to wipe away the line of anger that had formed there.
“You’re the perfect courtesan, remember?”
It was the anger mixed with humor in his voice that unsettled me. Did he know I was refusing to give him the rebellion he wanted? Was he playing a game against me as much as I was against him?
“Molly is special to me. She’s perfectly obedient. The best I’ve ever trained.”
The words stabbed me in the heart better and more painfully than any knife could have done.
Lowering his voice, he leaned down to look me in the eyes. “I was never yours, Rebecca. She can’t take me away from you because you never had me in the first place. You seem to keep forgetting that.”
Tears welled in my eyes, the stinging heat causing me to blink them away.
His smile was one of pity. “If I choose to keep Molly on Christmas Day, then it is me choosing what I’ll own and what I’ll give up, and you have lost nothing because you never had anything to begin with.”
Aiden stood up from the bed without saying another word. My eyes tracked him across the room and narrowed with rage when I saw Molly walk in to press herself against him. Her hand went to his crotch, but he grabbed her wrist to pull it away, his grip so strong she cried out in pain. Their faces were nose to nose, fear obvious behind Molly’s eyes.
“Have fun with your toy, Pet, but don’t abuse it. I won’t tolerate petty bitches who damage what is mine. You hurt her, and I’ll return that pain to you in ways that will destroy you.”
Releasing her wrist, he waited for her to slink away before casting me one last glance over his shoulder and walking through the doorway.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
AIDEN
It was a cruel lie I told Rebecca in the playroom, but a necessary one. By not rebelling - by pretending to be the perfect pet - she was still, in essence, rebelling. Convinced by Rebecca’s behavior during the four days that I’d allowed her to be Molly’s toy, I knew without doubt she was attempting to master me by refusing to give me every part of her.
Molly took full advantage in those four days, and I couldn’t fault the woman for being the perfect punishment to use against my rebellious courtesan. Molly had become a new problem, her misbehavior spiraling so far out of control that I knew it would take the cutting edge of my temper to fully train her and break her down before Christmas Day.
Rebecca’s continued insolence was the perfect catalyst for my anger, and Molly’s mistakes were the perfect outlet.
But whereas Molly was bearing the brunt of my physical torment, it was Rebecca who received my true cruelty. All the pieces were in place, and little by little, Rebecca was losing her resolve.
The game was playing out exactly as I’d planned and we were approaching the grand finale. A moment where I would regain full control over my beautiful pet, and teach the final lesson to Molly about what it means to be a courtesan.
The crack of the flogger against Molly’s ass was followed by her scream. Sweat beaded over my skin, my chest bare and only a pair of black workout pants covering my legs. An hour earlier, I’d walked into the playroom to find Molly tormenting what was mine. Still pissed off at what I’d witnessed, my punishment was only beginning to come to a slow end.
“Do you have any right to mock another courtesan in my house?”
Her body trembled where it was strung up against the wall. Tears slipped from her face to her feet, her sobs the only sound in the room.
“I - I’m sorry. I was just so excited that -”
The flogger struck the back of her legs, small wisps of blood welling along the pink marks, her skin scratched open by the metal burs on the tips of the leather.
“I’m sorry,” she cried out, the pitch to her voice even higher because she was in pain.
“I’m sick of hearing your apologies. Your mouth is good for one thing, Pet, and for the next twenty-four hours, that’s the only way your mouth will be used.”
Dropping the flogger onto a bench beside me, I released her wrists from the cuffs attached to the wall and stepped back as she fell heavily to the floor.
“Get up on your knees and turn to face me.”
She did as instructed and I unbuckled my belt. A sadistic smirk tugged at my lips. “For the next day, your mouth will be for my pleasure only. At any moment, I can order you to drop to your knees and if your mouth isn’t on my cock within seconds, you’ll be flogged again. If you talk, if you eat, if you drink, if you so much as yawn in the next twenty-four hours without my express permission, you’ll be locked in a fucking box until I decide to let you out. Do you understand that?”
Tearfully, she nodded.
With a soothing voice, I asked, “Are you going to show me how much you appreciated the punishment you just received?”
I didn’t have to say another word. She crawled forward, cupped my balls with one hand and stroked the length of my dick with her other before wrapping her lips around it. My head fell back as her tongue circled the head and traced the line of my shaft as she took me deep into her mouth. Bobbing her head, her mouth wasn’t my perfect heaven, but it would do.
It didn’t take long for me to come into her throat and push her away, not caring that she started crying again when her body hit the floor.
I ended the punishment only because Molly was doing everything I expected her to do, everything I needed her to do becaus
e of how it affected Rebecca.
“Stay there until I come back for you. I don’t want to see you again until after I’ve checked on Rebecca.”
A quick walk down a few halls landed me at Rebecca’s bedroom door. I had no doubt she fled here after what Molly had done to her in the playroom. It wasn’t physical torment by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a cruel display of psychological torture.
I’d never assumed Molly would be so malicious, but then I hadn’t accounted for the prideful and spoiled spark she still carried inside her. Vowing that the spark would be extinguished by the time my game was done, I knocked on Rebecca’s door before letting myself in.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her head bowed and her hair falling forward into her face. Not bothering to look up when I entered, she flinched just slightly after I’d crossed the room and tucked a finger under her chin to lift her gaze to mine.
“Look at me, Courtesan.”
Her eyes met mine and I hated to see the rims stained red by her tears - only because I hadn’t been the one to cause them.
“Are you angry with me?”
“No, Master.”
Obstinate refusal was obvious in the glare of her eyes and the thin set of her lips. She could attempt to hide from me behind the veil of the role she refused to relinquish, but it wouldn’t last much longer. My beautiful Rebecca was breaking down, piece by piece, and the final snap would be a sight to see.
Standing perfectly still, I tucked my hands into my trouser pockets and grinned down at her. “You know, it’s funny. For as long as I’ve had you, you haven’t asked for much. However, one thing that stands out is your games to get me to participate in a holiday I’d rather avoid.”
Her cheeks were red with anger, her eyes holding mine with the viciousness only I could extract from her.
“And now that I’ve given that to you, you’re withdrawn. I’d like to know why.”
With trembling lips and tears welling in her eyes, Rebecca’s body crumpled over itself as her arms wrapped around her midsection.
I knew she was traumatized after what Molly had done, and I wanted nothing more than to return the pain to Molly as I promised to do when I handed Rebecca over. The image of what I walked into was stuck in my head seducing me for its beauty, but angering me for the words I’d heard spoken while Molly was unaware that I stood in the doorway and listened.
”Oh, right there, Pet. Fuck, your tongue feels so good.”
On her back, Molly had spread her legs for Rebecca’s sensual kiss. On its own, the scene was gratifying to a man like me, but the tormenting words raked across my mind.
“He loves me, you know? He told me so while his dick was buried inside me. I don’t know how you’ll live without him when he sends you away. Too bad for you that he’s mine now. He’ll do whatever I ask of him.”
Tormenting Rebecca with lies was one thing, but she’d crossed the line when those lies placed me in a subservient position. I would correct her mistake before this was all said and done.
On the other hand, Rebecca’s tears betrayed the fact that she believed what Molly was telling her, and for that, I had to correct them both.
“He even agreed to celebrate Christmas…”
I’m not sure exactly what Rebecca had done to make Molly scream in pain, but if I knew my beauty well enough, I’d say she used her teeth instead of her tongue. The thought made me laugh. Rebecca’s bite was often painful, especially when it came without warning.
I’d stepped in between them before the fight could go further, ripping Molly from the bench by her hair, and dragging Rebecca out of the room kicking and screaming. She wanted nothing more than to tear that lying bitch limb from limb, and I would give her that chance…eventually.
“I’m not withdrawn, Master. I’m upset.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to be her toy any longer.”
It was a lie, but a small one. There was more that bothered her. However, she was hiding it from me. I refused to allow that.
Her voice was whisper soft when she said, “I know you’re sending me away. I get that now. And I realize you were never mine in the first place, but I’d hoped -”
“Take off your clothes, Courtesan.”
Turned on by her vulnerable state, I couldn’t resist taking her at that moment. Rebecca was intriguing when her dominant side showed through, but she was practically irresistible when her heart was worn on her sleeve. I loved her when she was defenseless, craved her when her tears revealed just how fully she’d submitted her life to me.
It was her fire that often drew me in, but it was her tears that made it impossible to ever let her go.
Stripping her bra from her body and wiggling her panties over perfect hips and down her shapely legs, she dropped them on the floor beside the bed, immediately lying back and closing her eyes. She was mine to do with as I pleased.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I unbuckled my belt and opened my pants to pull out my cock. Hard and ready, I ordered her to stand up from the bed to straddle my lap. This wasn’t about fucking her. I was interested to see just how much she still wanted to fuck me.
Seating herself over my lap, she sank down on my dick until it was buried inside her. Her body rocked seductively, her hands gripped over my shoulders and her eyes were directed down to our lap. I hadn’t given her permission for eye contact and she knew well not to take it.
Consumed by the warm, heat of her body, I grabbed her hips, pulling her down tight and directing her to move slower. It would have been a waste not to the savor the moment.
“I’ve not only given you up, but I’ve given you to another courtesan for her enjoyment. I’ve denied you a stupid holiday, and yet I give it to Molly happily.”
Her expression hardened, her lips pulled into a tight line. I wanted to brush the lines of anger from her skin, but I was enjoying the way she fucked me like she wanted to kill me. Slowly, her hands crept up to either side of my neck, her ass slamming against my lap with enough force to shake the bed. The angry sway to her hips was furious, erotic and wicked.
Slipping one of my hands off her hip and replacing it over her throat, I applied just enough pressure and grinned. “I’ve made you serve the woman who will replace you. And what do you do?”
Her eyes widened, her sweet mouth parting as her body betrayed her and the beginning of an orgasm colored her cheeks. She was so fucking responsive. Even when mad.
Hell…especially when mad.
Sliding my hand up her throat, I forced her face up so I could look her in the eye.
“You ride my lap and you thank me.”
Beautiful green eyes narrowed on me and I pulled her down by her throat to take her mouth with mine.
She came instantly, my teeth biting the pillow of her lip as her thighs crushed against mine and her body trembled with the violence of her orgasm.
Rebecca was, and would always be, exquisite.
It wasn’t long before I bit my own lip as my head fell back and my hips bucked up to push myself as deep as I could go.
“Fuck, Rebecca. I’ll never get tired of your body.”
“It looks to me like you already have.”
My eyes opened to see tears streaming down her cheeks. Without saying a word, she climbed off my lap and stood in front of me with her head bowed in defeat.
No, beautiful girl, that’s not what I wanted…You should be fighting against me with everything you have, not standing there so utterly broken.
Standing from the bed I pulled my pants into place and buckled the belt. I stepped over to her and lowered my lips down to her ear. On a whisper, I said, “I thought you would be angry with me. But instead, you look shattered. Where’s the other side of you, Rebecca? Is she really gone or have you been playing with me so much that you forgot she existed at all?”
Her breath hitched in her chest, and I walked away.
The pieces were in place. The players were eating out of my hand, and now w
as the time to set my last bit of training in motion.
Closing the door, I laughed to myself at how easy it had been.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
REBECCA
He wasn’t kidding about Christmas, and the thought both intrigued me and tore me apart. For years, I’d begged him to celebrate, even if in a small way, but it hadn’t been until Molly appeared that he finally agreed.
The next week was a blur of activity. For the most part, Aiden was focused on his training of Molly, which left me plenty of time to wander about the house admiring the decorations Theresa had spread throughout the entry foyer, dining room and large living room where I assumed the festivities would be held.
Noticeably absent was a Christmas tree, but the pine wreaths were enough to fill Aiden’s home with a smell that made me remember all the wonderful things about the holiday I loved so much.
As I was no longer Molly’s toy, I no longer had to dress in the skimpy underthings she’d required of me and I took the opportunity to wear as much Christmas themed clothing as I could find.
Walking down the hallway, I had fun sliding along the wood floors in my red and white striped, thigh-high stockings, almost missing the kitchen entirely when I skidded past the set of double doors. Thankfully, I was able to grab the frame before my feet flew out beneath me and I landed squarely on my butt.
Stepping inside the kitchen, a soft whimper drew my eyes to the table set off to the side. Molly’s body lay flat across the wood expanse. Belly down and with her outstretched arms and feet secured by tethers that attached to the table legs, she was naked except for the ball gag secured around her head. Aiden sat at the head of the table - where Molly’s bottom half happened to be facing - with his newspaper in one hand and a short, thin cane in the other. I flinched to see that particular cane because I knew how sharply it stung when it impacted the skin.
“Good morning, Courtesan,” Aiden greeted me with a husky voice. I knew instantly that he was tired because the usual cultured tone to his words was practically absent.
“Long night?” I asked.