by Jamie Knight
“As much as possible. I have a place in the city and a health club and all that, but this is home. I spend maybe a total of four months a year in the city. The rest of the time, I'm here. I really only go into town when I am working or working out. There's a great view of the mountain from my gym."
“I've been wondering about that, Master.”
“About what, my pet?”
“Why do you still work when you are already rich?”
“Everyone needs something to keep them occupied. For me, it used to be travel and sex and study. Though my work was always a constant. I like to think I am contributing something. I stopped actually taking a salary about five years ago. I'm down to editing only two of my print publications myself. The same two I started out with.”
“May I ask how old you are?”
“Thirty-two. I've packed in a lot of experiences in a few years. That's why I wanted a place to call my own. All my own. That we shot on the property was one of the stipulations for me doing the show.”
“Home field advantage,” I said.
“Literally and figuratively,” my master concurred.
As he guided me through the raw, unbeaten woodland paths, the clothes suddenly made a lot more sense. We ended up at the giant maw of a natural cave rising up between the mighty evergreens.
“Wow,” I said, despite myself.
“It’s why I really wanted the island. I had three in mind that were similar. This was the clincher, however. Mansions and private jets are one thing. Not exactly a dime a dozen, but something you’re almost supposed to get when you get past a certain level of wealth. But how many billionaires can say that they have their own cave?”
It made an odd sort of sense. An actual answer to the age-old query of what to get the person who has everything. Except that he had gotten it for himself, of course.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand.
The cave was mostly just dark at the front. Nothing too impressive except for the novelty of it. The fear of bats was overwhelming any potential sense of wonder.
If there were birds on the island, who knew what else might be there? Unbidden, my imagination started going wild. Images of trolls and dragons danced in my head.
The dark was broken by Adam clicking on one of those super powerful flashlights that go for five or six hundred bucks each. No trolls, no dragons, not even bats. Just the dirt floor and the beautiful, sparking rock walls catching the light.
“Like it?” Adam asked.
“Love it,” I said, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
“No one else has seen this,” Adam said, making me feel very special indeed.
We spent the afternoon in the caves, exploring, talking, getting to know each other away from the cameras and the producers and all that stress. In my heart, I had to admit that even if it hadn't been for the show, I still would have come to the island with Adam. Even if he had put an ad online or something.
The money of course played a role. A million dollars would certainly change my life, but there was also a lot more to it than that.
We were hiking back through the woods, picking our way through the dark. The flashlight was still only helping so much when Adam's cell began to jingle.
“Leary here. Oh, hi Shonna, what's up? No, I haven't. Why do you ask? Okay, I'll go do that now.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“We have to get back,” he said.
Sweeping me into his arms like Tarzan, Adam made it through the woods with no trouble. Or flashlight.
I was worried about what awaited us when we returned, but in his strong arms, I mostly only felt content.
Chapter Thirteen - Morgan
Adam wouldn't tell me what Shonna said, claiming it was classified. Those were likely her words, not his. He just insisted that we watch the most recent episode of the show.
I was surprised they had anything, considering we were in the first week. All was cleared up when it actually started, and it became obvious that it was a sort of promo.
Our interviews were intertwined with fresh footage. According to the narrative spun by the promo, a handsome billionaire had chosen a single mom mostly to make her feel better about herself because he pitied her. Like some kind of fucked up fairytale.
I found myself questioning everything. Had I not had the experiences that I had had with Adam, I would suspect him wholesale. I would feel betrayed and suckered and want to walk right out the door.
But recent history, particularly the producer telling me it was off without Adam seeming to know anything about it, made me think that there might be things beyond even his control. He was the feature of the show, not the show runner. I was sure he had some kind of influence, but even online reality TV was a producer's medium.
Trick or not, I had already agreed to be his pet. I swore an oath on everything. Besides, he had certainly held up his end of the bargain, completely dominating me and making me feel things I had never dared imagine possible.
Despite my confusion and my hurt, I decided to give Adam the benefit of the doubt, at least for the moment, and continue being his pet and having him as my master, like we had agreed.
I thought he might break the computer after the trailer was over, though. I had never seen Adam so mad. It was as if he was as upset about the spun narrative as I was.
Still, it was a reminder of how set up the whole thing had started. How fleeting. I was determined to enjoy it as long as it might last.
When Adam touched my hand, I almost jumped into his arms. We both needed a distraction and I was hard pressed to think of a better one.
Adam kissed me hungrily as he carried me over the threshold of his mansion, giving me fantasies in the theatre of my mind I dare not entertain. The blue light shone on his skin as we entered.
Rather than going to the bed like I had expected we would, he carried me to a door I had never seen before. It was dark in there. There were no lights to be found within. Were it not for the light coming in from the main room, we would have been cast into pure darkness.
Setting me down on the hardwood floor, he turned me away from him and toward an expanse of darkness I assumed was a wall.
“Bend over.”
Silently, I obeyed, putting myself into the void. My hands found solid plaster. I thought maybe he was going to spank me. I dearly wished he had. Because instead, he did something much worse. He left. Not far, just back into the main bedroom, but he might as well have flown away.
I did my best to repress a terrified sob. I really did prefer the ball-gag.
Minutes later, he was back. He stroked my back, telling me that he was there and that everything was okay.
“D-did you know?” I asked.
“Know what?”
“I'm fucking afraid of the dark!” I screamed, unable to hold it in.
“I had no idea. You did okay in the cave.”
“No, I didn't. I was screaming. On the inside, anyway, but you were with me, holding my hand and you had a flashlight.”
“I'm really sorry, I didn't know.”
“I also didn't tell you," I conceded. "It's not something I really mention a lot. It's a bit embarrassing. Astrid is the only other person who knows.”
“I'll get the lights on.”
“That would be nice.”
Taking my hand, he brought me with him as he went over to the light switch. The sudden brightness made us have to blink the little spots away. Still, it was far preferable to the alternate option.
“You okay?” Adam asked, caressing my cheek.
“I am now. Thank you, Master.”
“Anytime, Pet.”
Adam led me back to the wall, which I could then see was plain white plaster, and bent me over at the waist. On the way there, I could see what he had gone to get. Be careful what you wish for.
“Open, Pet,” Adam said.
I obeyed and he fit the rubber ball between my teeth and secured the straps of the ball-gag behind my head. I close
d my eyes and focused on breathing through my nose, waiting to see what he was going to do first.
To my surprise, his open gambit was to stroke me. Long, light caresses from the back of my neck to the small of my back. I let out a sigh despite myself, letting him know exactly how much I liked it.
As if this were his cue, he mixed in the caresses with scratches. Equally long and light pulls of his nails across my back, no doubt leaving bright red welts on my fair skin. Just as I couldn't take it anymore and was about to plead for him to fuck me and fuck me hard, he put me well beyond words, licking his way up my back, along my spine.
My tenderized flesh was even more sensitive than usual. My legs turned to jelly in the ensuing endorphin rush and it was difficult to stay upright. Adam assisted with this, wrapping one of his arms around my waist as he swirled his tongue on the nape of my neck.
Slipping his other around my other hip, he started working my pussy with his fingers, making me scream. The sound was muffled, the gag serving its intended purpose, keeping things from getting too loud.
Just as I got to the edge of orgasm, I was suddenly denied. Adam switched from fingering me deep, to stroking the outside of my pussy. It still felt really good but wasn’t about to make me cum.
When I was calm, he put his fingers back in, returning his tongue to my neck and worked me to a body rocking orgasm, made all the stronger by the anticipation. Adam kissed me and he cupped my pussy while I came down from my amazing, multi-orgasmic high. I had heard about such things happening, but never thought I might be a candidate.
Stroking both hands the length of my back, my master continued down, over my ass, along my legs and to my feet. Working his way back up, he held me by the thighs as he buried his face between my thighs, devouring my wet little pussy.
I moaned as much as I could with the ball-gag in. Taking pity on me again, he only denied me once before letting me cum, setting off fireworks in my head.
Stroking his way upward and onward, he repeated the process with my asshole. Working my pussy with two fingers as he did so, he brought me down to my knees with pure pleasure.
Turning me so I was facing him in a submissive position, he softly cupped my chin and lifted my gaze to his. As he did this, he undid the fly of his jeans with one hand while removing the ball-gag with the other, unfurling his beautiful cock. The delicious head was inches from my longing lips.
“What do you say?"
“Please?”
“Please, what?”
“Please my I suck your beautiful cock, Master?”
“Yes, my pet.”
I opened my mouth wide and dropped it onto his massive shaft. The angle actually helped me get it in further than I would otherwise dare to try. Getting comfortable, I went as hard as I could, slamming his cock in and out of my throat like his cum contained gold.
My efforts were soon rewarded with a mighty torrent of hot, thick, sweet cum blasting into my mouth almost faster than I could swallow it. Almost.
Hoisting me to my feet, Adam pressed me hard against the wall, making it impossible for me to move. Holding my arms up over my head, he squeezed my neck. Not hard. I didn’t choke. Tenderly and just enough to make me feel it.
He leaned in and started kissing my neck, putting small bites here and there. Working his way to my mouth, he kissed me hard, wrestling my tongue into total submission.
After working me into a frenzy, he turned me around, pressing my face against the cool plaster. I heard the snap of a plastic lid and knew what was coming next. Sure enough, the well lubed butt plug slipped up inside me, slowing to a stop at the base. I breathed slowly, getting used to the incredible pressure and amazing pleasure of the feeling.
Out of nowhere, Adam scooped me up and carried me effortlessly to the middle of the room. There, hanging from a solid looking ceiling beam was a bondage version of a sex swing.
Setting me down in the hammock-like structure and arranging it so my ass was hanging off the end to reduce the pressure, Adam carefully fastened the straps around my wrists and ankles, leaving me like I was hanging in midair. Positioning himself between my wide open legs, Adam took hold of my braid, winding it around his hand several times. Having taken firm control of my head, he pulled me to him, kissing me hard. Our tongues danced in our unified mouths, his definitely in the lead. Breaking away and pulling my head back slowly but firmly, he slid his cock deep into my pussy.
Starting off slow, the swing moved with me, making it even easier. He gradually went harder. The leverage of the swing made it so I barely felt the difference. All of it felt really good. Soon enough, he was absolutely pounding my hanging, prone body, taking me for all I was worth.
I could feel his muscles start to tense, getting ready to unleash its tender fury upon me. Taking out the butt plug as he fucked my pussy, Adam got his cock into my stretched out asshole and came deep inside it. I moaned from the exquisite pleasure warming me to my core.
Leaving his cock deep in my ass, he gave me a moment to get used to being filled so deep. Then, braid still around his hand, the other hand lovingly caressing my belly, he started to pump his massive cock in my little asshole. Scrumptious tremors ran through my body as he pumped me, the swing bobbing gently like a boat on the ocean.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he started fucking me even harder. My mind went completely blank. Pure white light radiated in the core of my mind. I was completely happy and at peace.
Afterwards, he carried me to the bed and then came back holding a tray with a china mug and teapot that he set down on the night table. Feeling drowsy but following the sound of sipping, I saw Adam sitting at the foot of the bed, drinking from his own cup. He looked beautiful. He was ethereal and motif in the soft blue light.
“Drink something, Pet.”
Shifting under the heavy duvet, I reached over and got the cup without incident. I was still quite naked, and from what I had heard, tea burns could be really nasty. The damage done by green tea was worse than most.
The tea was amazing and perked me right up. Overall, I felt pretty good. I still flet a lot of stretching in various places, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I wouldn’t be walking for a while, but if anything, I felt really relaxed.
When we were both done with our cups, Adam replaced them on the tray and threw the covers from me like unveiling a statue. I lay completely flat and opened my legs, open and ready for another hard fucking.
But that was not what Adam had on his mind. He scooped me up gently into his arms, holding me close. Kissing me tenderly on the lips, he carried me out of the room and down the stairs, to where the tub was.
The water seemed warmer. Maybe something Adam did to me had heightened my senses. Either way, it felt great.
I expected him to turn on the jet as he had before, but once again, Adam surprised me. It was something he had gotten really good at since we met. Taking off his clothes, he got into the mineral bath with me, taking a bar of soap from one of the shelves that was built into one of the ledges.
“Turn around, Pet.”
Obeying him immediately, I stood and turned. Wetting the soap in the healing waters, Adam cleaned me all over from face to feet, making me sit up on one of the ledges for the last one.
When my body was completely cleansed, he exchanged the bar soap for a bottle of shampoo and washed my hair. It was something I had never let anyone else do since I was a baby.
Leading me up and away from the healing waters, Adam wrapped me in another of the lovely towels, thoroughly drying me off.
“You should rest,” he said before putting his own clothes back on and heading for the door. “And then go visit your daughter. I have big plans in store for us.”
As if what hadn’t already happened between us weren’t the biggest things that had happened to me, ever.
Chapter Fourteen - Adam
I needed to think. I had gone really hard on Morgan partly because I was angry about the trailer and the fruitless meeting I had
tried to have about it earlier. I was trying to fuck the rage away, but also, paradoxically, to show her I loved her no matter what the toe rags at the studio might say.
Despite the fact that I owned 30% interest in that studio, it was not enough to control it. I would need 51% for that, 53% to secure it, and I didn’t see that happening any time soon.
I didn’t even actually buy the shares. My manager had done it for me, certain that an investment in an internet-based entertainment company would come back in droves and give deep dividends. And it had, which was yet another example of a poor soul with a cash register in place of a brain and a bank vault in place of a heart.
The financial manager was a heartless profiteer, but he was my profiteer, so I put up with him. I was not, however, at all enamored with the conduct of the producers of the studio of which I was part owner.
They were falling firmly into the ‘anything for money’ section of humanity. They were the sort who would have been executioners and mercenaries back in the day, as long as the price was right.
Nature always calmed me, even as a kid. It could have had something to do with the fact that there was usually no one else there and it was a way of getting away from the silliness of society for a while. Just me, the trees and the animals.
Apparently, going to an island very few people knew the exact location of hadn't been enough in itself and I had to have woods there too, even if they did lead directly into water. The island was big though and even for someone like me, to get from the buildings to the beach would take a good three hours on foot. That really was the only option.
The only section of road I allowed to be paved was the one going in from the airstrip. The concrete artificiality of the city was the main thing that had turned me against them in general. Aside from the occasional park or green belt, there was nothing natural about cities. They were little more than cement and glass boxes for people to run through like rats in a lab maze. The ultimate example of a literal social construction.
It was strange for me to think about how society itself really only existed because people agreed that it did. As exemplified by all the societies that didn't exist up to a certain point, then stayed for a while and then ceased to exist again to the point that it was like they were never there. Communist East Germany was a sterling late-20th century example. Funny things can happen to your brain when you study history in depth for an extended period.