by Izzy Slam
“Yes, daddy.”
I can’t fight it at this point, even as part of our role-playing.
He walks into the bathroom as the bliss of my orgasm washes over me. I feel relaxed for the first time in ages, even though I still don’t know my fate.
Will Master Synister keep me safe here with him? Or will he deliver me back to a cruel owner?
I ponder these things while he’s in the bathroom, thinking about how fulfilled I am right now. I can say I was only pretending to be slightly defiant for his sake, but the truth is, I enjoyed it too.
When Rogue comes back, he’s still unclothed, but the smile on his face shows his satisfaction. And I think that maybe he isn’t done with me.
He pulls the covers back and curls a finger at me. Still unsure but forcing a smile upon my face, I get under the covers where he lies next to me.
“Get over here and put your head on my chest.”
I do as he says, feeling his heartbeat against my ear. He reaches over and tugs my leg over his, and I place my hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall.
“I’m a filthy man, Natasha.”
I curl my eyes up at him. “I don’t think so.”
He laughs soft and deep, running his fingertips up and down my arm. “You don’t know me, little one. I have deep sexual needs. Needs I’ve often thought about, but never had anyone I wanted to explore them with.”
I keep my eyes on him as he stares up at the ceiling. I don’t know where he’s going with this, but my pulse is quickening, and that place between my legs is starting to ache again. I want to know, so badly, what those needs are.
He peers down at me, those dark eyes pulling me in like a magnet. “Not until you came along, that is.”
I swallow hard, feeling that blissful combination of fear and arousal. “Does that mean…”
I’m afraid to finish the question. But when I feel his cock twitch underneath my leg, I’m pretty sure I know the answer.
“It means you can stay.”
Happiness washes over me, and I can’t contain the broad smile that plays upon my face. “Thank you, daddy. Thank you so much.”
God, I want to kiss him terribly, kiss his beautiful, powerful, sexy lips.
He caresses my face with his hand, staring into my eyes. “Don’t get too excited, little one. You will be used mercilessly for sex, and only for sex. I’ll let my men use you, and I’ll probably have you service Selena, too, while I watch. I’ll make you hate me, Natasha. Hate me so much as I force you to have orgasms over and over and over.”
My smile fades, but I’m not at all disappointed. The thought of being used mercilessly for sex appeals to every part of me, surprisingly enough. But I also know I need to continue the role of household noncompliant brat.
“I already hate you for what you’ve done to me. But living with you is a step above being owned by Evan Addams.”
“So, you agree then? To stay with me and let me use you as I see fit? No matter how much you despise me, despise what I may do to you?”
I let out an exhaustive breath. “I hate the thought of my body being used, of being forced to cum. But … you are my daddy. What you say goes. Even if I fight you from time to time, I know I don’t deserve to get what I want.”
I hear him growl as his cock grows, straining to be free from the trap underneath my leg. He sits up on one elbow and looks down at my body. “It’s settled then. You’ll live here with me, sleep with me, and service me. And I will promise to keep you safe. Grumble and complain all you want, but this is mine.”
He cups my pussy with his hand and leans down, flicking my exposed nipple with his tongue and making my pussy throb.
“If you insist, daddy.”
I roll my eyes, but internally, I’m on fire. And safe.
Thank goodness, I’m safe.
Book 2
His to Train
Description
Master Rogue Synister
I thought I would train Natasha to please men, to earn her keep in this world, to make her more valuable. But when I walk in on her and Selena engaging in adult activities, it’s swiftly brought to my attention that I’ve succeeded in training her while also failing to provide for her needs.
To top it off, I learn that Evan Addams has sunk to an all-new low in an effort to overthrow me as State Master. And I know that he wants to take Natasha back, to take her away from me.
It’s going to take some creativity on my part to solve both dilemmas because suddenly, the thought of losing this woman makes me enraged. And I’ll be damned if I lose the best thing that’s ever come into my life.
Natasha Addams
I’m shocked and disgusted that Master Synister wants to “train” me to please other men, but I know it’s my duty. And once I’m on my knees, it’s worth it all when I see the pleasure across his face.
But then he denies me pleasure, and it sends me running to the only other person I know—Selena.
I’ve never been with a woman, and it’s everything I could have wanted, especially when Rogue joins in. But then he comes up with a proposal that stirs up some jealous feelings, and I wonder if I’ll ever have him all to myself.
Rogue
“Is this some sort of joke?”
“No joke, sir. I took his call this morning. He’s quite serious about making amends.”
I belt out a cynical laugh and crumple the embossed invitation in my hands. But as pissed as I am with this sonofabitch, I need to placate him, just long enough to eliminate him and his militia as a threat.
“Call him back. Let him know I’m tied up until Thursday. Invite him to the clubhouse for cocktails at four. I’ll only meet with him on my turf.”
James rubs his chin as he pulls in a deep breath. “I’ll try, but I don’t think he’ll go for it. I believe he knows Natasha is here, sir.”
I meet his gaze, drumming my fingers on the marble-top desk. “All the more reason for him to come here.”
Pressing down the front of his shirt, James gives me a quick nod. “Very well. I’ll see what I can do.”
Once he disappears from my office, I uncrumple the note and read it again. Evan Addams, trying to kiss my ass, schmooze me. But it’s not going to work.
I’m sure he knows Natasha has escaped here. And I’m also certain he’s worried she’ll put a bug in my ear regarding his plans to overthrow me as State Master. Which she’s already done. He wants me to come to his office and have a meeting, promising girls of every color. But I don’t care about being surrounded by beautiful, exotic women. Fuck, I can have that any time I want.
What I want is for Evan Addams to pay for his crimes. And I will do just that. For god’s sake, just thinking about how he’s betrayed me as a ruler and treated Natasha like worthless property infuriates me.
I walk to the window that overlooks the garden and see Natasha and Selena zig-zagging among the flowers, laughing as they walk arm in arm. Natasha is wearing a strapless dress, her creamy shoulders glowing in the bright sun as her long hair spills down her back. I think about her being locked up in a cellar for weeks at a time, and it fuels my disdain for that man. But his loss is my gain. And the fact that he couldn’t be bothered to care for Natasha was precisely what sent her running to me. She’s more valuable than any servant I’ve ever owned. Eighteen years old and a virgin … priceless.
And she will become even more priceless once I have her trained to please multiple men at once, all while leaving that sweet little cherry intact.
My heart pounds faster, and my cock stirs inside my pants as I watch her from the window. She leans down to smell a rose that’s blooming close to the ground, revealing the lower swell of her ass.
I stifle a growl, the morning’s irritation combining with my carnal needs. If I can get Natasha trained, I could probably sell her for double what her father asked. Not that I need the money. I guess I just see it as a challenge. Fuck, a new hobby.
And as much as she turns me on with that little bit of attitu
de, it will be a fun job.
My phone vibrates inside my pocket and I pull it out, scanning the message from James.
Shockingly enough, he agreed. We’re on for this Thursday at 4. Clubhouse.
Perfect. That gives me exactly three days to prepare.
Good work. Bring Natasha to the multipurpose chamber, as well as Seven and Eight, and you can be dismissed for the day.
Right away, sir.
Seven and Eight are my newest military trainees, both twenty years old and quite inexperienced in the way of weaponry. Once they’ve completed their training program, they’ll be allowed to reassume their birth names.
I slide my phone back in my pocket and head out, growing stiffer by the second as I think about Natasha getting a saucy attitude with me when I reduce her to sexual servant status. Even though I know deep down she loves it.
This willful streak comes naturally, but a lot of it she does just to test me, to turn me on, to see my reaction and what I will do to handle it, to handle her. Her tight little pussy wouldn’t get so wet if she didn’t enjoy the game we play.
Once inside the small room, I kick off my boots and push them against the far wall, directly below some implements that have been around since my father was the State Master: floggers, paddles, crops, and a multitude of blindfolds. Used primarily for punishment, all of these items have also been re-purposed for “fun” by some of my men. And they use this room for their pleasure.
I run my fingers over a long, bamboo cane that sits cradled inside a row of hooks. Christ. I’ve never been tempted to bring any one of these tools into the bedroom. But now, as I’m looking at them, knowing how I responded to spanking Natasha several days ago, well, I’m wondering if there isn’t some potential here.
There’s also a shelf which contains cuffs, rope, clamps, ball gags, collars, and leashes. Hooks along one of the walls can be used to secure prisoners, or women, as needed.
Selena is responsible for keeping all of the items clean, and upon close inspection, I can see that she’s doing a good job. I should reward her in some way, maybe by allowing her an orgasm the next time we’re together.
“You wanted to see me, daddy?”
Natasha snaps me from my trance, appearing in the doorway with cheeks rosy from the sun. My heart lifts, just from her presence. “Yes, little one. Come here and give your daddy a kiss.”
She prances my way and stands on her tiptoes before placing a kiss on my cheek, so soft it causes my cock to stir. “What is the kiss for? Did you do something nice for me?”
Holding back a laugh, I cup her chin. “What a mouth on you.”
Her bright blue eyes are inquisitive as she looks at me. But she wears a smirk, being the little smartass that she is. “You like the mouth, do you not?”
Raising a brow at her, I resist the urge to press my lips to hers, something I’ve been wanting to do. “I like the way you use your mouth, most of the time.”
“Oh?”
Seven and Eight appear, right as I’m about to give in to that urge. “Perfect timing, you two.”
They walk into the room cautiously, probably under the impression that they’ve done something wrong. Being summoned to a room used for both punishment and pleasure, and with no reason to suspect they’ve done anything worth what they’re about to receive, their hesitation makes sense.
“Have we done something wrong, Master?” Eight asks.
“Quite the contrary. I’m pleased with the progress you’ve made over the last few weeks. As a bonus, Natasha here will serve you both. At the same time.”
Seven’s mouth drops open, and Natasha steps my way, placing a hand on my arm.
“But … daddy…” she mutters, her voice filled with concern.
I hold a hand up to silence her.
“That’s … quite generous of you, Master,” Eight offers. “I’d be thrilled to accept the bonus.”
Seven is a bit quieter, but I can see the erection forming in his pants. “How about you?” I ask him.
“Yes, Master. Of course … I accept.”
“Wonderful. I’d be concerned if you didn’t.” The three of us share a good laugh as Natasha fiddles with her dress. “Go ahead and step out of your trousers, gentlemen.”
I turn to Natasha and notice her blushing cheeks. “Daddy,” she whispers. “I’m not sure about this. I’m just learning to please you.”
I peel the top part of her dress down, exposing her pert, pink-tipped breasts that make me grow instantly stiff. “I know, little one. But remember the agreement we had?”
Natasha huffs and shifts on her feet. “I remember.”
“If you want to be of value, you need to learn how to please different men, not just me.”
Her jaw clenches and she flicks her gaze at Seven and Eight. “But they’re not … you.”
“I can tell you have reservations,” I say, pushing her dress all the way down, until it falls to the floor and she’s standing before me in all her creamy-skin glory. “But I know what’s best for my men, and I know what’s best for you. Now, your place, for the moment, is over there on your knees.”
With just a hint of sass, Natasha clicks her tongue and walks to the men before assuming her place on the floor, looking up at me, her daddy and Master as Seven and Eight stand on either side of her, erections pointed at the ceiling.
“Gentlemen? Let’s get Natasha trained.”
Natasha
Although he is still my ruler, and I suppose now my owner, I no longer think of Master Synister in those terms. I only think of him as … daddy.
He pulls up a chair to watch me. And there’s this part of me that feels sick deep in my gut, but as I notice the bulge form in his pants, that white-hot need in my core starts to bloom. Here I am at eighteen years of age, still a virgin and learning how to please several men at once.
Seven and Eight hold their cocks at the root as I pump their lengths, running my fingers over their slits and noticing how slick they get, just like daddy does when I do the same thing to him.
“You need to do more than just stroke, Natasha. Take one of them in your mouth.” Daddy’s command sends a thrill through me, so I turn to Seven and wrap my lips around his bulbous head. His breathing becomes raspy as I slather my tongue over him and bob my head. His fingers work into my hair, and I try my best to concentrate on pumping my fist in time with sucking.
“Good girl, Natasha, now switch to Eight.”
I release Seven’s cock and turn my head, tugging Eight’s smaller member past my lips. He lets out a soft moan, growing in size as my lips glide over him.
“God, you look beautiful, little one,” Daddy says, his voice husky and low. “Move back and forth between the two, offering them plenty of time in that warm, tight mouth of yours. Let them feel the same pleasure you give me every night.”
My pussy tightens at his words, this intense sexual chemistry blooming between the two of us. I pump a fist up and down Seven’s length as I suck on Eight’s throbbing shaft, then return to Seven’s thick member, listening to the men groan as I move between them.
“Fuck, it’s almost like you’re over here, sucking me, little one.”
As my desire builds, I start to get creative, cupping their balls with my fingers and sucking harder, faster, noticing how their veins throb as their cocks turn to steel.
“Aw, Jesus,” Eight grunts, working his hips back and forth as I run my tongue over his crown while sucking with all my might. “I’m going to burst!”
“That’s my girl, using her mouth for good, just like daddy likes.”
I quickly glance at daddy and can see that he’s removed himself from his pants and is now hard as ever. My own juices leak out of me as I’m so turned on, knowing I’m the focus of attention for three different men at once.
But the moment I move my lips to Seven, I feel Eight’s hot seed spurt out on my fingers, his voice a low growl as he cums on my hand, some of it shooting to my chest and dripping down my breasts. I know right
away I’ve made a mistake, but it’s too late to fix it.
And when Seven’s cock throbs angrily the moment my tongue glides along the underside of his shaft, I know better than to stop what I’m doing. His load shoots to the back of my throat as he groans. And all I can do is suck him down as I continue jerking Eight’s shaft.
Within seconds of their ejaculating, daddy stands up and tucks himself back inside his pants, dismissing the men back to their duties. He then returns his attention to me the moment they’re gone. I wonder if I’m about to be reprimanded, but the power I feel at what I’ve just accomplished is forefront in my mind.
I’ve just made two men cum. And while it’s something they could have easily done for themselves, I know that they preferred my lips, my mouth, my hands. And that knowledge makes me feel as though I might hold the same power over this ruler I call ‘daddy.’ I can’t believe there was ever any hesitation to please them.
“You did a nice job, little one.” He uses a cloth to wipe Eight’s seed away from my hand and chest.
“Thank you, daddy.”
“Only problem is,” he adds, tossing the cloth aside, “you left some unfinished business.”
“I had the feeling you might say that.” I smile as I look his way, but when his arm reaches up, and he slides the cane from its place on the wall, my sense of power is short-lived.
“Why don’t you come here and see if perhaps you can make amends.”
Taking a deep breath, I walk his way as he slides his fingers up and down the long piece of bamboo. I start to kneel before him, but his hand grips my upper arm.
“Not so fast. I’d like to have unfettered access to that ass of yours while you finish what you started.”
“If you’d like to see my ass, maybe you should fuck it.”
His lip curls in the corner and he takes a step my way, sliding the cane under my chin and holding my head up to meet his gaze. Excitement rushes through me as we begin the dance. “If your ass is what I wanted to fuck, I’d be inside of it this very moment. Now be a good girl, remove my cock from my pants, and bend over so I can shove it in your mouth.”