"Breathe girl," smiling at her, he hoped he was showing the confidence he didn't feel. The sooner he had both the girls' in his car, he would relax again and until that moment he planned on being a hard ass. Pulling his hand from hers, he got out of the car and walked over to open her door. He had dressed her in a black leather dress, complete with six inch heels and a slave collar. Attaching a leash to the ring on her collar he led her toward the pier without looking at her again.
At midnight there were no other people around, and for that small favor Cayce was happy. The thought of anyone seeing her led around like a dog was beyond anything she was willing to suffer through again. When Dylan had brought this up earlier she had wanted to give up this entire farce. Only her sister’s predicament forced her to go through with this humiliation. As they finally reached the boat ladder she pulled back and was shocked as he pulled her forward with a quick jerk of the leash.
"Walk on your own, or get dragged girl," he spoke with a ruthlessness that he knew would frighten her. He needed her focus on him as Master at the moment and not as her lover. Serif would expect him to treat this girl like all the other slaves he had trained, and while he planned on showing favoritism he wouldn't go far enough to make him think he wasn't willing to hand her over. He had explained this to her earlier but he doubted she truly understood how far he would go. He had handled her much differently since discovering her true identity.
Cayce didn't even have time to study the beautiful boat she was led onto as he dragged her roughly. She barely had time to catch her breath as he walked fast expecting her to keep up. Her fear had her legs shaking and if she didn't know Dylan better she would have thought he was the heartless bastard he was pretending to be. When they finally made it to the front of the yacht he stopped and she took several long breaths trying to calm herself.
"Kneel girl," he growled the words and yanked her leash downward. As she quickly found her knees he forced himself not to turn back to assure that she was dealing well with the situation. This was the easy part of what was about to come and he just hoped she held it together until they were alone again.
Serif walked over and held out his hand to Dylan smiling broadly. "Thank you for joining us tonight Dylan, it seems this pet has been trained well." He glanced over the beautiful woman kneeling with her thighs parted wide, her back straight and proud as her eyes were cast down humbly. He was looking forward to testing out the little slave in more ways than one and was in a hurry to get things moving in that direction. "Shall we walk inside and see what this girl is made of?"
With a curt nod of his head Dylan yanked upward on the leash until Cayce stood, then he pulled her forward. At her pause, he tugged a little harder until she had to either stand or fall to the ground. He hated how roughly he was having to treat her, but this was a test she couldn't fail.
As they made it into a large elegant room graced with two long leather couches she felt like hyperventilating. She knew what was expected of her here, but at the moment she wasn't sure she could go through with it. Her stomach was knotted and she was likely to lose her dinner at any moment. Never in her life could she recall ever being so terrified. "Sir." She hadn't mean to speak his name and definitely not with the hint of fear that filled her voice.
"Quiet, girl," he spoke the words softly but there was no denying the command in his voice. Without any further words he unclipped the leash from her collar and waited for Serif to sit down on one of the oversized couches. "Undress."
This was the moment she was terrified of and she bit down on her lip hard to stop the trembling. She wasn't sure she could do this and her hands clenched into tight little fists at her sides as she fought for strength.
Dylan could sense her fear and moved behind her, his hands tangling in her hair and pulling back roughly. His lips moved to her ear and he whispered, but loud enough that Serif could hear as well. "You will strip down for me now or I will take you over my knee and redden that beautiful ass until you can't sit down for a week, are we understood girl?"
His words excited and terrified her both at the same time, and even sent a sliver of pleasure moving through her body. She nodded and allowed her head to fall back on his shoulder, not sure why she felt so overwhelmed with passion all of a sudden. As he turned her quickly and landed a hard slap to her backside she gasped before realizing her error. "Yes, Sir," she spoke quietly and her hands moved to the zipper on the back of her dress.
Dylan stood back a few inches and watched as she slid the dress off her shoulders then down her body and finally stepped out of it. She turned to him as her hand reached back for the clasp of her bra, and her eyes met his as she slowly removed it. He smiled as she slid the small scrap of lace down her legs that uncovered his treasure. "Leave the shoes on girl, I like them." Turning her body to face Serif, he pulled her back against him and his hands lifted her full breasts.
"Such a pretty little slut Dylan," Serif smiled at how compliant the girl was. "Show me how responsive she is." He was interested to see how easy the girl came undone in front of a stranger, since he had plans to use her for his business partners.
Dylan had been expecting the request and his fingers quickly pinched her rose tipped nipple, glad that her earlier fear wasn't stopping the passion he was able to bring out in her. When her head fell back on his shoulder, he almost sighed in relief. It was easily apparent that she had no other thoughts in her mind except the pleasure he was making her feel.
As his hands slid across her flat abdomen and delved between her thighs, the world ceased to exist outside of his touch. Keeping her eyes closed and her head resting back on his shoulder she felt her body flood with passion. "Please, Sir," she begged without thought. The fear of coming here, her sisters disappearance, nothing matter but the feel of his fingers sliding inside of her. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she clenched her muscles attempting not to find release.
When her soft folds suckled his fingers he almost allowed himself to forget where they were. Sliding his fingers from her drenched mound took all of his self-control. "As you can see there is no issue with her response." Placing his fingers to her lips he was pleased as she licked them clean. "Good girl, now kneel again."
At his words she came back to reality again and flushed deeply. Finding her kneel quickly she was more humiliated than she had been when he had led her onto this ship. Tears pooled behind her eyes that she fought to contain with little success.
Serif stood and walked over, pleased at how the girl reacted. Her tears were beautiful to behold and it had been some time since a girl had moved him in such a way. His cock was rock hard at the moment and there was no doubt in his mind that he would offer the slut a place in his home. If she could make him this hard then she would make his associates happy as well. "Have her stand I would like to see her more fully."
"Stand," Dylan demanded fighting to keep his temper at bay for having to allow him to look at his woman. This was what they needed, but he vowed when this was over if another damn man looked at her he would knock the shit out of them. She belonged to him, damn it! "Bend over and grab your ankles," he almost growled forgetting himself for a moment.
Trembling she followed his orders even as her face burned in shame. She didn't even attempt to stop the tears as she felt him spread her ass cheek for the other man to inspect. She hated him at that moment, and herself just as much, this made her feel like nothing more than a piece of cattle. Only the thought of their situation allowed her to continue this farce.
"Has she been trained well in anal," Serif glanced over her displayed flesh aching to test it for himself.
"She has only been with me a few weeks, so we've started but I would say she needs much more tutoring." He wanted to tell him that the only person that would be touching this beautiful ass was him, but refrained and clenched his teeth instead.
"I would like to see how she responds to pain, would you mind humoring me." Serif loved the creamy flesh of her heart-shaped ass but would prefer it with a lit
tle color added in.
"I haven't unpacked my crops yet, perhaps we should wait until we reach the Island." He knew that Serif enjoyed pain thresholds, and had hoped to bypass this for Cayce's sake. If he insisted, she would just have to tolerate the pain, he only hoped she was ready.
"You may borrow one of mine, I want to see how she reacts." He was willing to invest time in the girl if she wasn't fully trained yet, but the truth was he just wanted to see her ass covered with welts.
"If you insist," he gave a small nod of his head.
"I do," with a smile, Serif walked over to a large closet and pulled out a long black crop with a small paddle at the end. It was one of his favorite toys and he would have asked to use it on the girl, if she had already accepted his offer. "Please don't hold back, you know how I like to see such a beautiful ass."
"I would remind you that I have only been working with this girl a short time, and this was not a large part of our training." He hoped to change the man's mind with his words.
"We are understood, I will not hold it against your skills if the girl folds quickly, please continue." Serif almost licked his lips at the thought of this girl begging to have the pain end. The thought was turning him on more than a little.
Walking over to the couch, Dylan tried to come up with an excuse that would be acceptable to Serif in putting a hold on this scene. When nothing came to mind he summoned Cayce over to him briskly. "Girl come," as she crawled over on her hands and knees he was shocked. He certainly hadn't trained her to do this, and the sight of her beautiful body moving toward him this way made him ache to say the hell with Serif and take her roughly. "Lay over the couch."
She didn't want to face either of the men as she decided to crawl over to Dylan. At this moment all she wanted to do was slide into the floor and forget that she existed. Coming undone in front of the stranger was so far out of her normal way of thinking that she was having trouble controlling her breathing. Standing on shaking legs she leaned over the arm of the couch almost aching for the beating she felt sure was about to take place. Anything to take away this horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach for allowing herself to act like a complete whore.
They were already in route to the Island or Dylan knew he would be tempted to call this entire act off. He didn't enjoy how cowered his beautiful girl was at this moment and fuck a rescue mission. Lowering to lay his lower body over hers he whispered softly in her ear. "Sweetheart we can stop this right now." His hand slowly caressed up her arm then down again as he attempted to soothe her.
Shaking her head no, she allowed the tears to fall again. "Punish me Sir," she begged softly. She needed him to do this, maybe she could forgive herself then.
"The slut asks to be beaten, I like that." Serif chuckled finding himself even more enthralled with the girl. Pain was a huge turn on for him to give, and the thought of her begging him to beat her was enough to seal her fate with his family. She would be his.
Dylan was torn between wanting to smash Serif's face in, and comfort the woman that had found her way into his heart. He knew what she needed, and even understood it in ways she probably did not. Luckily for Serif he thought to himself, that her needs far outweighed his at the moment. Standing up he lifted the crop before bringing it down across her beautiful ass.
At the first sting of the crop on her sensitive flesh she gasped and gripped the leather of the couch tightly. The pain moved through her nerve endings quickly and she awaited the next blow. Her backside was on fire after ten hard strokes of the crop and small beads of sweat trickled from her brow. She had stopped crying out as each of them landed and started pushing herself back toward the blows, needing to feel each agonizing lick against her skin.
Her beautiful ass was covered in an array of welts and Dylan refused to allow this to go any further. Throwing down the crop his hands lightly moved over her aching flesh with tenderness. "You did well," he spoke softly wanting to pull her into his arms and comfort her but remembering his place.
"Please don't stop Sir," she begged tearfully. She needed him to drive all the horrible thoughts out of her mind until there was nothing left but pain. His soft touch against her throbbing rear wasn't what she wanted.
"I think I've seen enough Dylan," Serif wanted this girl desperately. He sure wouldn't have stopped with the slut begging for more. It was pretty apparent that Dylan didn't have the balls to give this girl what she needed. "I want her."
This was exactly what he had come here for, Dylan thought ironically, attempting to curb his possessive nature. "We will discuss details and then let her make her decision." How the hell he forced those words out of his mouth, he had no idea.
With a quick nod of his head, Serif pushed a small intercom button and a slave arrived. "Take the girl to her room and make her comfortable."
Cayce felt the ache of her muscles as she was led away and didn't protest. She needed some serious time alone to understand what had just happened. This Island thing needed to be over, because she was beginning to think she needed professional help. Left alone in an elegant bedroom, she lowered herself onto her stomach on the bed, pretty sure she wouldn't be sitting down anytime soon. Her thoughts ran rampant and she refused to allow tears to fall again. This was one fine mess she had landed herself in and when this was all over, she would be doing some serious soul searching.
Dylan talked with Serif for well over an hour as he laid out his contract. The majority of the things listed here Cayce had never even been exposed to. They weren't his cup of tea, so to speak and while he didn't explain that, he did mention that she was a fairly new submissive and most of the things he had listed she would not know about.
The fact that Serif had merely smiled and said she would learn to follow his lead when she agreed made him even more certain that he needed to get Cayce's sister off the Island. If he had so little consideration for his slaves, then in his opinion he didn't truly deserve the right to own them. He made his way back to the room with a pounding headache. Stepping inside the room, he walked silently as he noted she was sound asleep on the bed.
The sight of her precious ass covered with angry red welts did little to temper his mood. He was responsible for the marks upon his girl since they had occurred under his own hand, and even though he wanted to place the blame at Serif's feet he understood he had much to apologize for. Walking into the bathroom he wet a cloth under a cool stream of water before making his way back to her and sliding carefully into bed.
With all the tenderness he possessed he laid the cloth against her exposed flesh and hoped he didn't wake her. She tensed a little but her breathing remained even. Quietly he slid off his shoes before laying back on the pillows. His thoughts were stormy as he allowed tonight's events to play out again. The way things had happened tonight, he knew that it had a better ending than it would have if they had been forced to play out the other scenario.
The truth was, Cayce wasn't ready for any of this. He had stepped over so many boundaries this week that if she ever wanted to be a part of his world again it would be a fucking miracle. He saw how utterly defeated she was at allowing her passion to show in front of a stranger. Without any doubt he understood she thought she deserved to be punished for allowing herself to be controlled in the way he had forced upon her.
Maybe if she had been someone comfortable with her own sexuality to begin with, and had the years of experience under her belt that sleeping with different partners afforded a person, he would have been okay with rushing her this way. Basically he had taken a virgin and turned her into a whore in less than a week. Her stepfather’s brutality couldn't even be considered a sexual experience.
What the fuck had he been thinking, he damned himself mentally. She didn't need a fucking dominant. She needed a man that could stand beside her and help her understand that this wasn't how she deserved to be treated. He didn't feel like much of a man at the moment, much less a Master.
He knew what he had to do, not only for her own mental health but to fr
ee himself from the guilt he felt for moving so fast with a novice. It had been years since he had allowed himself to think about the gift he would offer her. Without any doubt whatsoever he would offer her the one thing he could only give to a woman he truly loved. When this farce was over, he hoped she would be willing to take what he offered. With that thought in mind he carefully pulled the covers over her and allowed himself to rest.
She awoke the next morning with a dull ache on her backside. Clenching her butt cheeks, the pain intensified a little. She had no idea how long she'd been asleep but as she rolled over to see Dylan beside her, she smiled. With slow movements she moved over to lay her head on his chest. She was still mentally and physically exhausted and didn't feel like getting the shower she desperately needed.
"Morning sweetheart," allowing his hand to caress her hair he smiled at how she moved closer to him. "How are you feeling?"
"Embarrassed Sir," she whispered against his chest, hiding her face.
"You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about Cayce," he gently hugged her to him. "We'll be out of this crazy mess soon honey and life can get back to normal."
His words sounded so final and for a moment she wondered just what normal was anymore. "Will we be normal though Sir?" Lifting her head up, she peered into his eyes and everything her confused heart felt at the moment was written there.
"I'm not even sure I know what normal is anymore Cayce, but I think it has to be more sane than what we've been living lately." Smiling at her for a brief moment he lowered his lips to kiss her forehead.
She didn't know what to say as it almost felt like he was saying goodbye. As much as it hurt to think that was true, a part of her couldn't help but wonder if in the end that might save them both. She was one big confused puddle of nothingness at the moment, and no matter how she felt about him this couldn't be healthy.
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