The Handmaiden

by Jordan Silver

  Every day that I was away from her at the office, when I just couldn’t get out of going in, I’d watch the tapes of that day’s activities in the room before going home to her. I liked watching her when she didn’t know that I was. She was more relaxed and open. I especially liked watching her pick my pillow up from the bed and hold it to her nose, or rub her face in it.

  I hadn’t done anything but be with her in the last few weeks. My friends and acquaintances were starting to call but I always put them off with one excuse or another. And then I’d made the monumental mistake of telling one of them that I was training my own personal sub and the cat had been let out of the bag.

  I’d been able to keep her presence from my dad because just a couple days after I brought her home he’d gone on an extended trip. The servants knew not to tell him anything about her unless they wanted to end up on the street with no job and no prospects. So I’d been able to relax for now.

  But I’d spilled the beans and dad was due back any day now and I had no doubt he’d hear of her. I tamped down the sudden unease I felt at the thought. I won’t let anything happen to her. I’ll protect her with my dying breath. And therein lays the problem.

  18

  Master Brax

  It’s my dad. You see, ever since I was a teenager who shot up to six three in the space of one summer and my looks went from awkward youth to the promise of a man most women would spread their legs for, he’s developed this sick competitive streak where I’m concerned.

  It didn’t matter that I didn’t play into his sick deranged games he still carried on as if we were in some sort of battle against each other for supremacy. It didn’t help when as the years rolled by more and more people commented on my attributes and my scholastic achievements.

  Either by design or because they noticed the slightly veiled animosity between us, more and more of his peers and mine started aggravating the situation by constantly comparing us two with me always coming out on top. And that’s what had led him to commit one of the most heinous acts I’d ever encountered.

  I hadn’t stood up for her, hadn’t spoken out hadn’t safeguarded, because I didn’t know I needed to. And then she was dead. Her young body ravaged beyond what she could take. It wasn’t that that had killed her, no. It was the shame. The shame she’d felt when I found her there, bleeding and broken; because my dad and his friends had taken advantage of her.

  I could’ve killed him that night, would’ve if someone hadn’t pulled me off of him. He’d laughed and said the best man had won. But I didn’t see a man; I saw an animal with no soul. That’s when I stopped ignoring him and thinking it will all go away some day. That he’d outgrow his sick hate. That was the day I left home never intending to return.

  Then six years later my mother had died and the monster had been hurt pretty bad in the accident that took her. He’d begged and pleaded and though I wanted no part of him ever, if I’d left him broken and alone as he was, I would’ve been no better than he.

  So, I’d returned home and nursed him back to health. But for the past six months or so I’ve been ready to go. He was back on his feet now after many months of therapy. All that was left, as a reminder, was the slight limp that showed up only when the rain fell.

  Yes, maybe it was time. I held her even closer as she played in the water, pouring it over our legs and giggling when the bubbles blew around. Yes I was sitting in a tub full of bubble bath with my sub, because she likes it.

  “Let’s get out pet before you turn into a prune.” I put all thoughts of the old man aside as I climbed out of the tub and took her to the six head shower. She was very clingy and sweet as I let the water wash us both before pushing her gently back against the wall and got to my knees before her.

  I pulled her leg over my shoulder and brought her pussy to my mouth with my hands on her ass. I soothed her raw flesh with my tongue as she moved her pussy on my tongue and sighed. When she tensed as if holding back her orgasm I got to my feet and slid into her smoothly.

  I fucked her nice and slow up against the shower wall while I suckled her tongue. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and my cock was buried balls-deep as I held onto her knees. “Sore?” She shook her head no and that was all I needed to slam my cock into her over and over until she was screaming into my ear and begging me to cum.

  “Cum for me now.” I held on to her as she shook herself on my cock. In her wild uninhibited passion she tore the skin from my back and I growled out my lust as I went blind and blasted my seed into her.

  There was a sweet kind of madness overtaking me and I took her down to the bottom of the shower and pulled her legs over my shoulders so I could fuck her harder, deeper. I let her cum as much as she wanted before pulling out and helping her to her feet.

  After a rushed shower we headed back to bed. When she looked towards her cot I took her hand and pulled her along to my bed. “Get in.” I pulled the covers back for her and waited for her to climb in before joining her.

  I spent the night buried in some part of her. I taught her how to suck me off with my piercings and her tongue ring so that there were no mishaps. When she wasn’t draining my sac with her mouth, I had my head buried between her thighs or my cock lodged against her womb.

  By the time I crawled off of her the sun was coming up over the horizon. “Sleep.” I held her tighter when she made to get out of bed. She was stiff for the first minute and a half but eventually she relaxed and leaned back into my chest and fell asleep. I kept watch a while longer as I thought of ways to keep her safe.

  My reasons for being here were no longer valid. There was no real reason for me to stay. But most importantly, it was better for her if we left this place. The old man had tried his best to convince me that he was a changed man, but I knew better. That kind of cruelty doesn’t just disintegrate. I’d always known that once he got better he’d go back to the feral animal he’d always been. Tomorrow I will start the process for our move.

  ALYSSA

  I woke with a start the following morning until it all came flooding back. His arms were still around me, and his chest felt warm and safe against my back. I held my breath until I realized he was still asleep and then I took stock of my body.

  I ached in strange places but it was a good ache. I’d taken him into my body and he hadn’t killed me. I’d been taking him in my ass for weeks now, but somehow I’d still doubted whether or not he could fit that thing inside my kitty. I’ve had discomfort from a tampon for crap sake. But somehow he’d done it and with those things in his cock.

  Though a frightening sight in the beginning, it felt amazing inside me and I can’t wait to feel it again. I felt his cock start to grow as it poked into my back and without being told, just lifted my leg and let him slip into me from behind.

  Nothing was said. His arms just simply tightened around me and his lips tickled my neck as the sweetest feeling overcame me. It started in my heart and made its way down my middle and centered deep inside where he was now stroking in and out of me.

  I trembled when he licked the brand on my neck before sucking the skin into his mouth and pulling me back harder onto his cock with the hand around my middle. His other hand cupped my breast and teased my nipple and my senses were once again in free fall.

  “You feel so good Alyssa, my pet.” I came. I couldn’t help it and the pinch on my hip told me I hadn’t snuck one by him. “Bad girl! I did not give you permission to cum.” He didn’t sound too angry so I decided to distract him. I reached down between my thighs and back and cupped his balls in my hand. I held my hand there so that each time his cock slid out of me on a backward stroke it grazed across my fingers and then again when he slid back in.

  “My naughty little girl!” He sunk his teeth into my neck and sped up his pace. I gritted my teeth as pressure built inside me and tried holding myself still to stave off the need to cum again.

  His finger found my clit while he rolled my nipple and the gig was up. “No…don’t you dare. With me.” He
toyed with my clit and used his cock to rub that place inside me that hurt so good it made my eyes cross.

  Please-please-please. I felt his cock grow longer and harder inside me and dug my nails in his hand. “Now!” He gave the command and I was free to let go and fly among the stars.

  I made sounds I never knew were in me as I rode out the storm. Just as I was coming down he pushed me over onto my stomach and squashed me into the bed with my face smothered in the pillow, and for lack of a better word, lost his shit.

  I thought he was going to break me in two. His big hands grabbed my legs and pulled them apart as he pounded into me. He nuzzled my cheek until I turned my face and his mouth came down on mine hard. With one last jerk he came again while my body became one big electrical charge that couldn’t seem to quit.

  I couldn’t breathe but I wasn’t ready for him to leave me yet. But alas all good things must come to an end. “Did I hurt you?” He turned me over to face him and I barely had enough strength to shake my head no. He pulled me onto his chest and hugged me until we both came down from our sexual high.

  In the shower he took care of me again and I relaxed and let him. He ate my kitty again before taking me out of the shower and wrapping me in the new silk robe he’d bought me just a few days ago.

  “Hungry?” I nodded before I caught myself.

  “Yes sir.” I was starving but my body felt so…I don’t know the correct word. It was as if nothing, not even hunger could dampen my mood. He kept touching me in even the littlest ways.

  Like when I sat at the table and he pushed my chair in, but his hands landed on my shoulders and I felt his lips in my hair.

  Or when the maid finally came with our breakfast and he poured my juice and his fingers just happened to brush the backs of mine once he was done. And there was a light in his face that hadn’t been there before. I wonder if I look the same.

  I sure felt different, almost buoyant. And for once there was no grey cloud hanging over my head. There was a knock at the door and we both looked. I noticed him tense before getting to his feet to answer the door. He kept his body in the doorway blocking the person’s view and his voice was low so I didn’t hear what was being said. But when he came back to the table I knew something had changed.

  His face now had a hard cast to it and the light mood was suddenly gone. My hand shook as I lifted the glass of juice to my lips. He didn’t look at me, just stared across the room with a tic in his jaw and his hands clenched on the table.

  I wanted to reach out and touch him, to ask what was wrong, but as far as we’d come there were some lines I dare not cross.

  I don’t know why I did it, why I even thought of it. But before I could lose the nerve I got to my feet and dropped the robe from my shoulders. Without giving myself time to think I reached up and loosened the knot I’d put in my hair in the shower.

  I knelt at his feet and placed my hand on his thigh. I didn’t say anything, just knelt there and waited for him to make the next move. One of his hands unclenched from the tight fist as he looked down at me in surprise. That hand came down on my head and caressed my hair the way only he does. I turned my face into his palm when he moved it down to my cheek and placed a small kiss in the center.

  “It’s okay pet no one will harm you.” He shook his head at the look of confusion on my face. What was he talking about? Who was trying to hurt me? I looked towards the door with a sickening fear growing in my tummy.

  He leaned over and picked me up, settling me on his lap. “Eat your breakfast sweetheart before it gets cold.” I pulled my plate over but my appetite was gone, and so was that light feeling. I was dying to ask him what was up, but he hates being questioned. He might have moments where it’s easy to forget the reality of what we are to each other, but some things you learn quick and never forget.

  I’d come to accept. Well maybe not accept exactly, but I’ve learned to live with what is for now. I knew as much as I hated what the world had become, there really wasn’t much I could do about it. Others had tried and been defeated.

  So what’s so wrong with self-preservation? What’s wrong with me making the choice to make the best of my situation? All fighting him ever got me was a sore ass from his dick and his whip. But the thing is, I’ve been noticing more here of late that it was no longer a game. At least not to me it isn’t.

  I do look forward to being with him. I do like his hands on me and after last night I’d be a liar if I didn’t say the craving had only grown stronger. So if something was in the works to muddy up our little fucked up world, I wanted to know. But if I am the one in danger, that changes the color of things. I won’t stay here if that’s the case. But how can I find out what’s going on?

  I’ve been talking to the maid on the sly when he wasn’t here. She’s the only other human being I was allowed to see after all. “I’m taking you outside today, would you like that?” I looked at him. His voice sounded normal but I could still feel the strain in his body. Was he reading my mind? How does he do that?

  “Yes please.” He was trying hard to pretend that everything was okay but I know his eyes and there was something brewing in there that hadn’t been there before the knock at the door came.

  He said nothing more throughout breakfast but he wasn’t as preoccupied by the end of it. I don’t know if it was by design or I’d just learned to read him so well, but I played the needy role and he fell for it hook line and sinker.

  I decided that I didn’t like the strange fruit on my plate and he spent five minutes coaxing me into tasting the mango. When that was through and my face and his fingers were a mess it was something else I found fault with. Each time he’d talk me into trying whatever it was and by the end he’d explained every piece of exotic fruit on my plate.

  I don’t think he even realized that he was no longer frowning and that haunted look had left his eyes. Of course all my petulant pouting got him hot and bothered and I found myself spread out amidst the dishes with his mouth clamped onto my kitty.

  19

  Master Brax

  Huh! That was very nicely done of her. She distracted me from my thoughts so easily it was a few minutes before I even caught on. The question now was why did she? Things had changed between us yes; it was all part of the plan from the beginning, to get her to accept her fate. But there was something else going on between us. It was as if the lines were no longer blurred, but were now entirely gone.

  There was no contrivance in her actions. No sense that she was playing me for her own gains. She was just simply trying to bring me back to where we were before the interruption.

  I had the insane urge to ask her how she felt about me, about us. That was something I hadn’t seen coming. It smacked of vulnerability, something that I’ve never been. But of course I didn’t ask. Instead I let her distract me with her childish antics, so cute.

  There was one other side affect of her little show; it made me hard as fuck. I knew she was sore, I’d seen it when I was down on my knees eating her out in the shower, and had told myself to ease off lest I hurt her, but I needed her. I needed to erase the bad taste in my mouth that the presence of the old man at my door had left.

  Without warning I laid her back on the table after shoving the dishes out of the way and buried my head between her thighs. Her pussy was sweeter than all the exotic fruit I’d ordered just to impress her. When my tongue was inside her I didn’t think of anything or anyone else but her.

  Her taste had the power to erase all else from my mind, and if she knew that, the power would shift. Somehow I don’t feel powerless though, she makes me feel strong, like all the old fears could be overcome with her. But how could that be?

  If true, it could cause trouble down the road. A sub wasn’t supposed to hold such a high place in her master’s affections, that place was reserved for a wife, children. A little voice warned that it might be too late.

  I put it away for now and just enjoyed the taste of her. When her pussy under my mouth was no longer en
ough I picked her up from the table and took her to my bed where I put her on her hands and knees before me and drove into her.

  With her newly awakened pussy I should’ve taken more care, but the need to possess, to dominate, was too strong. I wrapped one hand around her throat holding her neck at an upward angle, while the other fisted in the hair at her nape pulling her head back. This caused a deep arch in her back, which tilted her ass higher in the air, giving me total access to her sweet tight cunt.

  This is how I fucked her, going deeper into her belly than before. And when she cried out I covered her mouth from above and behind and kept up my punishing pace into her. “You’re mine, only mine, always. Say it.” I squeezed her throat and released her mouth long enough to let her breathe and answer me.

  “Yes master; I’m yours.” For the longest while all that could be heard was the slap-slap-slap of our bodies coming together as I pounded her pussy unmercifully. “Cum for me princess.”

  20

  Alyssa

  Welp, I guess my little distraction at the breakfast table hadn’t worked, or maybe it worked too well? I’m not sure. I laid on the bed when he climbed off of me breathing hard enough to rattle my chest. What was that? What just happened?

  I followed his perfectly toned body with my eyes as he walked naked across the room. His ass truly was a work of art. I knew sometimes he left me to go to a gym that was somewhere in the house because he’d come back all sweaty and pumped, and boy was it worth it.

  He was tall, much taller than I, with wide shoulders that weren’t too broad and tapered down to an eight pack, and thighs that looked like an athlete’s, lithe and hard.