He reached down and caressed her pussy and clit. She writhed on the bed, her breathing becoming more rapid. “Do you want this, Rose?”
“I want what you want, Master,” she said softly, catching her breath.
“I know what you’ve been trained to say, but I want to know that you want this. If you don’t, I’ll stop. I’m not a rapist. I won’t take you against your will. Do you understand?”
“I’m here for you. I want to pleasure you.”
He continued to caress her. He could feel her need. But unless she said the words, he would wait. He removed his fingers and sat on the bed.
“Get dressed, Rose.”
“Master?”
“I told you. I won’t take you unless you want me to, Rose.”
He watched as she sat up, her body almost touching his. She seemed to be struggling, but in the end, she said what he wanted to hear.
“Yes, I want you,” she whispered. “I want you inside of me. Please.”
She was looking him directly in the eye and she hadn’t called him Master. He groaned from the need that took hold of him. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed for mercy. He wanted her to want him. Slowly he brought her back down on the bed and found her lips. She tasted so fucking good. He wasn’t sure how much control he had left, but he gently opened her again. She arched her back.
In one motion he was on top of her. This was going to hurt her no matter how he did it. Fast was usually best. With one quick, hard thrust he pushed his cock through her resistance until he was deep inside her. He heard her cry. His lips found hers again as he let her body adjust to his. She was so tight, sucking him into her warmth. Moving slowly at first, he increased his speed as he found his rhythm. Nothing mattered but how she made him feel. He looked into her eyes to see hers were open and looking at him with what he hoped was pleasure.
He needed to know she wanted this as much as he did. Even now after she had said she did, he had his doubts. No other woman had made him lose control like this. Looking down at her like this only served to fuel his need to know that she wasn’t simply tolerating his touch. “Are you okay, Rose?”
“Yes, please. I want more,” she said shyly.
Smiling with relief, he began to move inside her even faster, thrusting his entire length deep into her core. He continued to fuck her as she instinctively moved her pelvis upward. His lips sought hers again as she moaned into his mouth. Her admission that she wanted him to continue sent him over the edge.
With one final thrust he poured himself into her. He felt her body stiffen, and then she cried out as her body shook from the power of her orgasm. Her eyes closed tightly and then flew open. She looked at him with shock and something else he couldn’t quite decipher. She probably had not expected to climax her first time. Hell, he wasn’t sure she would either. He held her to him as her body calmed.
“Now, Rose, that wasn’t so bad was it?”
“No, Master,” she whispered before she began to cry.
Chapter Three
Rose buried her face into the chest of the man who had just taken her virginity and then held her in his arms until her tears had subsided. She hadn’t expected his kindness. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, it wasn’t this. When he lifted himself from her to walk casually into the connecting bathroom naked, she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
His body was toned, muscled, and tanned. His dark-brown hair was straight and combed back to reveal a widow’s peak. He was more handsome in person than he had been in his pictures. His deep-blue eyes were fringed with long dark lashes. She liked his eyes. They had looked at her with lust but they had also held concern. When he returned he had a warm washcloth that he used to gently wipe between her legs. She looked down at the blood and gasped.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’ll clean this up,” she said between renewed sobs as she tried to lift herself, but he pushed her back down gently.
“I’ll clean you this time,” he said softly, his eyes looking kindly into hers. “Just relax and take a deep breath. It’s over. You’ll never have to go through this again.”
Why was he being so nice to her? She didn’t expect or want his kindness. He was her Master and could do whatever he wanted to her. He was making her cry harder. She had told herself she would not show emotion and yet here she was sobbing.
“Please, Master, if you leave me for a few minutes, I’ll be fine. I’m very sorry,” she choked.
“For fuck’s sake,” he said sharply. “Stop telling me you’re sorry. I hate that.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, turning her head and burying it in the pillow. This was not going well. Would he return her now that he had taken her virginity? Was that all he wanted? It wasn’t that she wanted him to keep her, it was just she would have to return to Mistress Adams and the thought terrified her. That would mean she would be sold again and again.
Turning back to him, she pasted on a smile. “I’m better now. I knew what to expect, I just didn’t expect you to treat me so kindly. Thank you for not trying to hurt me, Master.”
His head snapped up. “I’m not a sadist, Rose, contrary to what you might think.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you, Master. Please don’t be angry with me,” she pleaded.
“I’m not angry.” He sighed. “But I am a man lying in bed with a beautiful woman who—I won’t lie to you—I want to fuck again.”
She brightened slightly. He still wanted her. But why did she care? His kindness had been her undoing, that and the fact that she had wanted him. She didn’t know that sex could be enjoyable. She had expected pain and humiliation. Not this.
“This time, it will be even better for you,” he whispered, his body covering hers as he kissed her slowly, his tongue playing with hers. She moaned as she felt her body responding to him. She kissed him back. She knew she wasn’t supposed to like kissing him, but she couldn’t help herself. Maybe if she liked it a little, she thought hopefully, it would be easier to endure the pain he was sure to inflict and he would be less likely to send her back.
He threw the washcloth down beside the bed before he hauled her body upward and into his chest so that she was sitting in front of him, her legs on either side of his hips. He was getting hard again already. She brought her hands up to his shoulders as the kiss continued. He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, forcing her lips from his. He looked into her eyes as his other hand caressed her breasts.
“I love your breasts. They’re beautiful.”
She couldn’t look away from him if she had wanted to. It was as if they were both suspended in time. She wanted him to take her again. This was wrong. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. If she continued to feel this way, she would be nothing better than his whore. Could she really be that weak? Somewhere, she found the strength to remove herself from him, at least mentally.
As if sensing her change in mood, his mouth twisted downward. “Are you having second thoughts, Rose? Do you want to wait until the soreness goes away?”
“No, Master,” she whispered, struggling to push her body closer to his. She must act like she wanted him, and to her chagrin she realized it wasn’t that difficult. “I want you to fuck me.”
He groaned and flipped her onto her stomach, drawing her hips up, so that her ass was in the air. “Fucking you is exactly what I plan to do. Spread your legs wide.”
He was going to take her ass. She had been prepared with butt plugs but his cock was large and the thought of what he was about to do repulsed her. She didn’t move. She was glad he couldn’t see her face. However, his cock didn’t push against her tiny hole but instead slid inside her pussy. She breathed a sigh of relief as he filled her.
“Push back into me, Rose.”
She did as he told her. He slid even deeper inside her before he withdrew. His cock found her again as he held her hips. He repeated the process over and over. She felt her stomach tighten and her pussy throb. He was going to make her come again. She didn’t wan
t to. She fought it, but there was no escape. With one final thrust he unloaded himself inside her as she gave in to the feelings that swept through her like wild fire. She couldn’t stop the amazing sensations that pushed her higher and higher until she didn’t want them to stop as she rode the orgasm to its conclusion. He slipped from inside her and tossed her onto her back. He was on his knees above her, looking down at her as he pulled her hands above her head. With fear, she realized he was furious. She trembled.
“Don’t ever withhold your orgasm from me unless I tell you to,” he snarled. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” How had he known? Could he actually be that in tune with her body?
“I don’t want to punish you, but I will and believe me, you won’t like it, unless maybe that is what you want. Is it?”
“It’s not what I want, it’s what you want that matters, Master.” She had learned something after all. That was a sentence Mistress Adams had taught her to use.
With a growl, he hauled her off the bed with him and then sat back down and pulled her across his knee so that her ass was facing upward, toward him. She could feel his cum dripping between her legs.
The slap came without any warning. She jumped, her breath coming out in a gasp.
He used his hand on her again, this time harder. She whimpered, but remained still. To her own embarrassment she was becoming aroused. How could this be happening to her? She had never felt anything but repulsed when she had witnessed spankings during her training.
The third time was even harder. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. She waited for the next.
He pushed her from his lap and she fell in a heap beside him on the carpet. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were wild. She looked down quickly, not wanting to anger him further and yet her body was betraying her.
“Did you get what you needed, Rose?” His voice was flat and cold. “If your hard nipples are any indication, I would say you did.”
She didn’t know what to say. Her body was her enemy. He knew she had felt desire. It was good that he had reminded of her place here and that he was her Master. She wouldn’t forget his lesson.
“I deserved your punishment, Master. Thank you.”
She peered up him from beneath her lashes. He was looking at her in disgust, as if she were the lowest form of a human being. This, she thought, was the real man. He was an animal like any man who would purchase a woman or allow someone to purchase one for him.
“Get dressed,” he ordered. “I’m hungry. There’s food in the kitchen. Let’s see if your culinary skills are up to par.”
She watched him pick up his clothes and leave the room without giving her a backward glance. When he had shut the door behind him, she let the tears flow once again. This was going to be difficult. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to do this, but she had no choice, she had to find a way to please him. Once her ordeal was over, she would never let a man touch her like that again. So why did her body tremble with desire at the thought of his touching her again?
She hauled herself into the adjoining bathroom and washed. When she returned to her bedroom, she pulled out a pair of her own worn jeans and a T-shirt along with a bra and panties from her suitcase. Her behind was sore, but nothing she couldn’t handle. He had told her to dress. Some men she had been told liked their subs naked at all times when they were in the privacy of their own home. She hoped he would continue to let her wear clothes. However, if he thought they empowered her, she had no doubt he would rip them from her body without a second thought.
She walked hesitantly from her bedroom and found the kitchen. He wasn’t there. She assumed he must be in his own room. She looked around the spacious kitchen and wondered what she should make them to eat. The refrigerator was well stocked. She pulled out lettuce and vegetables that she could use to make a salad. There was cooked chicken in a container. She grabbed it. A salad might be enough.
She was cutting up the vegetables when he entered dressed as she was in worn jeans and a T-shirt that hugged his muscled torso.
“So what you are making us?”
Sighing, she was happy that he no longer appeared to be angry with her.
“I’m not sure what you like, but I thought a salad would be safe. I’ll add chicken. Is that okay, Master?”
“That will be fine. I usually always have a salad for lunch, although this is a little later than usual. Make yourself familiar with the kitchen and you can make a list of things you want to purchase. There’s a market around the corner from here. Amy, my old housekeeper, found it to be well stocked with fresh fruits, vegetables, and meats. I have an account there. All you need to do is sign for your purchases.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“There’s one more thing I want you to do for me.”
She held the knife in midair and waited.
“My name is Joshua. I know you’ve been trained to call me Master, and I understand the reason for it, but I want you to call me by my given name. I have friends who will be dropping by from time to time and although they know I’m a man who has varied tastes, I would prefer they think that you and I have a more normal relationship.”
Yes, Joshua,” she said, liking the way his name sounded. “If they ask me questions, what should I tell them?”
“We’ll make it simple. I met you some time ago. You’re a friend who needed a place to stay for the summer and I opened my home to you. One look at you and they’ll know we’re sleeping together, so I’m not even going to try and lie about that. You’re my summer fuck slut, and that’s the truth.”
Why that hurt her so badly, she wasn’t sure. As far as he was concerned, she was a slut. The word made her feel dirty and cheap. She might be his slut for the summer, but she wasn’t cheap. She knew he was waiting for her to say something.
“Of course, Joshua. I can play that role. I’m well trained in these things.”
Without looking at him, she finished preparing the salad. She found a plate in one of the cupboards and then placed it in front of him on the table. She would eat when he was through as she had been taught to do. She moved away and thought this would be a good time to review what he had in his cupboards.
“You’re not eating?”
“I thought I’d wait until you were done. I wasn’t sure you would want to eat with me.”
“Well, I do,” he said. “Get yourself a plate and sit down with me. Eating alone while you’re trying to find something to do doesn’t please me.”
She was hungry. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast and that had only been toast with a cup of coffee. She sat down beside him with a full plate. She was happy that it tasted good. She had made the dressing from a recipe her aunt had used. Realizing they had nothing to drink, she jumped up and ran to the refrigerator.
“There’s soda and ice tea or would you prefer water?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Ice water is fine.” That was her preference, too.
She poured the bottled water over ice and sat back down beside him.
“Since we’re going to be living together for the next few months, there are some rules that I think will make it easier for both of us.”
She put down her fork. Well, at least he wasn’t wasting any time making sure she understood how he wished for her to please him. She wanted to make as few mistakes as possible to keep his anger under control and to make sure she was allowed to stay for the duration of her contract. She may not know a lot about men, but Joshua was easy on the eyes and he hadn’t hurt her. He had spanked her, but it wasn’t a real spanking. She had seen girls who had been punished, and she knew what Joshua had done to her was nothing like that.
“Number one, you can assume that you will take your meals with me unless I tell you differently. Number two, I do have other women in my life. I will want to, on occasion, have them over and they will spend the night. When that happens, I will try to give you fair warning. I will either ask you to stay in your room until they have left,
or I could send you to a hotel for the night. I’ll let you know.”
He wasn’t going to use her exclusively. The thought had never occurred to her. This was a good thing, wasn’t it? She would be given a break from his attention. She nodded her head in understanding. “Yes, Master.”
“Yes, what?” he asked sharply.
“Yes, Joshua,” she corrected herself.
“Number three, unless you’re told by me otherwise, you will be dressed appropriately at all times. I do have some friends that come over without always calling. I’d rather they weren’t subject to your nudity. Not that they would complain, but you are mine for the summer, and what’s mine remains mine. I wouldn’t want you to encourage them to want to fuck you.”
“I wouldn’t do that.” She was appalled by the thought and also relieved that he was not going to share her. That, too, had been one of her lessons. She must submit to other men or women if her master so desired. So far, the gods were in favor.
“Good. There are a few more rules. When I want to fuck you, you will not withhold yourself from me in any way. You may think I only care about my own desire, but it pleases me when you come. Your orgasm belongs to me and I want to see it in your face and feel it in your body. If I don’t, you will be punished. However, you won’t be punished if you truly can’t come. I would punish you, however, if you pretended.”
“I understand, Joshua.”
“Now as far as this place is concerned…” He looked around the kitchen. “You will cook and clean for me. I expect the place to be immaculate. I also expect you to keep yourself ready at all times to have sex with me. If you’re sick, that’s another story, but the norm is you will be prepared for me at any time and in any place. If I want to fuck you in my car or on the beach or in the bathroom of a restaurant, you will present yourself for me to do so.”
“Yes, Joshua. I will always be ready for you.”
He went back to eating his salad and was silent. She finished her salad and looked up to see that he was also done. He was staring at her.
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