Her Master's Courtesan

by Lily White

  Aiden

  “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting here 10 minutes already.” James looked at his fingernails as if my presence was nothing more than a nuisance. He was a nasty old man, but one of my favorite mentors. He taught me most of what I needed to know about the use of drugs and other medical tricks to make my job easier. I was somewhat surprised the man was still alive, considering he was older than Mr. Grimly.

  “I’m sure you realize I have other clients and appointments today Aiden, I don’t have time to be waiting around for your slow ass. You always were one to take your time no matter who was waiting for you.”

  “I suppose that’s what makes me a good Master. Everything is done on my time.” I grinned and the old man laughed, pushing himself up slowly from the grey wing-backed chair and extending his hand to shake mine. He steadied himself with a black cane, topped by a silver dragon’s head. I knew that cane well; it could be pulled apart to reveal a fine wire inside – useful as a stinging whip when the mood strikes.

  “You are definitely at the top of your league, young man. I would even dare to say you would have been competition for Jack Renault himself back in the day. Grimly did good to choose you. I’ll admit I didn’t see it. You always walked around like you owned the place and I thought you were nothing more than an arrogant shit that needed to have a lesson taught to him. But, after seeing the type of whores you’ve churned out over the years, I can’t deny that Grimly had a better understanding of you than I.”

  “That’s kind of you to say, James. Are you ready to get this appointment finished so you can run along to your other clients?” I spoke in a teasing manner, making light of the fact that he claimed to be busy, when I knew he only serviced two of the Masters in the surrounding area.

  “I am. How is this one coming along? Has she given you any problems?”

  I laughed immediately at the thought. “They never give me problems, James. Some are just more stubborn than others. There’s a whore buried deep in every woman, you just have to find the key to setting her free.”

  He clapped me on the shoulder as we made our way to the room where I’d left Rebecca. “I apologize for keeping you waiting, but after her first shower of the day, I couldn’t resist fucking her. And of course that delayed breakfast. I think you’ll be impressed with her. She might even be enough to wake up your old cock after all these years.”

  James grumbled. “Aiden, I think I broke my dick on all those whores I fucked.” He laughed a throaty laugh. “If I was to get hard now, the damn thing is bound to pop or some shit – fuck, the effort it takes to send the blood that direction would most likely give me a heart attack. Being old is atrocious and I’m pissed that all my friends have kicked the bucket, leaving me to fall apart…” He looked at me funny and added, “…And alone with you. Seriously, I must have pissed fate off to have to deal with your smug ass all these years.” He smiled at his jest and slammed his hand on the doorknob and opened the door to step into the exam room.

  My eyes fell on Rebecca when I entered behind James and she startled to hear a second voice with me. The chains that held her arms above her head rattled and the stirrups of the table shook when she attempted to close her legs. Fortunately, I’d thought to strap her to the metal bars, effectively tying her in place. She had a black blindfold in place and a gag, which kept her from talking.

  James was a well-known medical doctor in the area and didn’t want the whores to see him. He wanted to live the rest of his life out peacefully and die without worrying that some woman would one day escape and include him in the list of descriptions she gave to the police.

  I placed my hand on her bare stomach after I approached the side of the table. “Calm down, pet. This man is a doctor. He’s going to examine you to look for potential disease and then he’s going to give you a shot that will protect against pregnancy. He’s not going to hurt you and he’s not going to fuck you.” I paused, allowing her to relax. “Unless, I tell him he can fuck you.”

  Her body stilled and I saw the tension run along her muscles.

  “Sorry beautiful, but you’ll have to get used to another man’s touch. As I’ve already explained, I’m your Master for now, but it won’t stay that way for long.”

  James huffed out a breath while opening his black medical bag. “I thought you said this one wasn’t giving you problems. Her inability to remain still is a problem in and of itself. If Jack Renault were here, he’d have the bitch by the throat for moving even an inch.”

  I shot him a look, blowing off his comment in an effort to avoid bickering in front of Rebecca. “Just do your thing, James. We have another engagement later this evening and I’ll need to prepare her for the presentation.”

  James looked up at me, his large white eyebrows hanging down over his eyes. “You’re presenting her already?” He looked her over again and shook his head. “I don’t think she’s ready. You might want to give her something to calm down her trembling body before you show her off. You know how the society members can be – judgmental and gossipers – all of them.”

  I sighed. “I’m not concerned and it will only be a small gathering; local members that I contacted last week. Besides – some of them like a woman who trembles. You forget that because it’s been so long since you’ve had one.”

  “Well, maybe I can see if this one wants to play. She’s already strapped up.”

  Rebecca whimpered at his words and James looked from her to me. “You see? She’s not ready.”

  James shrugged and placed his equipment on the silver tray table next to Rebecca’s feet. Pulling the light down, he turned it on, aiming it between her legs. Picking up the speculum, he lubricated the tip before placing it against her opening. She jumped to feel the instrument press against her.

  “Hold still bitch. This will hurt if you wiggle around. If you remain still, it will only pinch and it won’t be anywhere near as uncomfortable as the things I’m sure your Master has already done to you.”

  He inserted the speculum and used what looked like long cotton swaps and thin clamps to take samples from inside her. He laughed when placing the specimens in bags while sealing them up. “I’ll send what I can to a lab tonight and take a look under the microscope myself. If I see any of your semen floating around, I’ll kill you for it. She’s not protected against pregnancy yet and she won’t be completely protected until two weeks after her shot.”

  “I’m aware of that and you won’t find any of my remnants. Let’s get this over with so I can show you out the front door.” I actually didn’t mind James’ company, but that last thing I needed was more of his sarcasm to be overheard by Rebecca. She needed to believe that no man was more powerful than me and that I’m not one to whom a person could talk back. I wasn’t going to berate James over this issue considering I highly respected him, but he’d lost sight of the role a Master had to play in his old age.

  “Yeah, yeah, fine. I’ll move my old ass along so you can get back to whatever it is you do with your day.”

  James selected a syringe from his medical kit and administered the shot. Rebecca jumped at the feel of the needle, but she didn’t cry or make any noise. I assumed the prick of the needle was nothing compared to what I’d put her through.

  “All done here. You can get back to fucking your whore.” He eyed me. “But, with a condom for at least another two weeks. The last thing this planet needs is another one of you running around. This world can only handle one smug asshole at a time.”

  We exited the room; leaving Rebecca bound to the table. As we approached the front door, James turned to me with a questioning look on his face. “Who’s the buyer for that one?”

  “A man who refers to himself as ‘Duke’. I don’t know much about him but from the conversations we’ve had, I’m concerned that he’ll be a problem for the society. His tastes run much darker than the rest. From what I was able to understand, he prefers his whores dead.”

  James eyed me. “Have you mentioned this to any of
the other members? The last thing the society needs is dead bodies turning up that will point back in our direction. If he’s a loose cannon, he needs to be addressed.”

  “Anthony is coming out to the house this evening for dinner. I’m going to speak with him about my concerns. If nothing else, Duke needs to be watched – closely. It’s not my place to judge a man’s perversions, but it is my place to protect the society.”

  He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response. “Well, if there is anything you need from me, don’t hesitate to call. I may be old and have one foot in the grave, but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve to deal with potential problems. If what you are saying is true, Duke is definitely a problem.”

  I smiled and opened the front door. “I have this handled, James; but, if I need anything, I’ll be sure to get in touch.”

  He nodded and grunted out a response I didn’t understand. I watched as he walked across the circular driveway, cane in hand, to his car. Once he’d driven off, I shut the door and returned to the exam room to retrieve my pet and prepare her for the coming party.

  …

  “Has the dining room been prepared for tonight, Theresa?”

  I strolled into the kitchen and found Theresa sitting at the table enjoying her afternoon cup of tea while reading a magazine I didn’t recognize. She placed the magazine on the table and stood up quickly, smoothing down her skirt with her hands.

  “Yes, sir. The artwork was hung in the room as you requested and the table has been set for your guests. I have food cooking as we speak; I decided on steak for dinner tonight with garlic potatoes and asparagus seared in a special blend of spices. For dessert, I was thinking I could make a chocolate lava cake. Does that tempt your palate?”

  I smiled. The woman knew that you if you throw steak, potatoes and chocolate cake in my direction and I’d be on my knees in no time begging. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and Theresa was an expert at grabbing my heart and not letting go.

  “That’s sounds divine, Theresa. Thank you. Did you like the artwork, by chance?” I was teasing her and the scowl on her face was the response I expected. Of course, she wouldn’t like the artwork, but loyal as she was, I knew she wouldn’t tell me exactly what she thought.

  “It was interesting, Mr. Oliver. But that’s all I’ll say. You know how I feel about your practices. I won’t hold it against you and I still love you like you were my own son, but I’ll be staying in my room tonight when your friends are over, if you don’t mind. I’ll make sure the other staff members see to it that the food is served and cleaned up after you are finished.”

  I nodded my approval. “Of course. I know if I can depend on anybody, it’s you.”

  She smiled and the wrinkled lines of her face moved with the expression. Her warm brown eyes looked up at me and I patted her on the shoulder. “Now, go run off and hide, I need to go prepare the guest of honor.”

  “Go easy on her, Mr. Oliver. That poor girl looks like she’s been put through the ringer and …” She paused and looked everywhere but me. “… I know her situation can’t be easy already, but when she sees that room - I just don’t know how she’s going to deal with it.”

  “She’ll be fine Theresa, they always are. You’ve even seen some return with their new owners years after they’ve been trained. They are happy in their lives once they accept it. It just takes time.” I pinched her wrinkly cheek. “You know that. I appreciate your concern, but I have this handled.”

  She nodded solemnly and walked away in the direction of her room. I turned down the opposite corridor on my way to prepare Rebecca. When I opened her door, she was asleep on the large bed, wrapped up in the multi-colored silk comforter. She looked peaceful sleeping and I imagined she had to be exhausted after a week in the dark room with nothing more than a thin sheet to keep her warm.

  Sitting on the mattress next to her, she rolled in my direction and wrapped her arm over my lap. Nuzzling her cheek into my leg, she smiled in her sleep and I watched her, fascinated by her behavior. Slowly, I stroked my hand down her hair and her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at me and blinked her eyes a few more times before recognition set in. As soon as she remembered where she was and who was sitting beside her, she flinched away.

  I narrowed my eyes. “Are you still refusing my touch?”

  She shook her head in response. After clearing the sleep from her throat, she responded, “No Master. I was just afraid I made you mad by hugging you.”

  Laughter escaped my lips and I reached out to brush my hand along her cheek. “I’m not mad. You were sleeping and you had no idea what you were doing. Why would I hold that against you?”

  She looked as if she would cry and I grabbed her to pull her against my side. At first her body was tense, but after I smoothed my hand down her hair, she relaxed into me.

  “Your owner will sometimes want companionship, pet. We are not here only to hurt you or punish you. That is a method to train and remind you of your training. Some owners just want the luxury of a beautiful woman at their disposal – a break from the stress of their lives. It’s okay to be close to your owner, as long as it is something they want as well.”

  Nodding her head in understanding, she peeked up at me when she asked, “May I hug you, Master?”

  I breathed out heavily and ran my hand through my hair. Normally, I didn’t allow any type of affection from the women I trained; however, Rebecca was about to have a hard night, so I granted her the small comfort.

  “Yes, you may. Don’t get used to it, pet, I don’t want you expecting leniency from me. You still have a lot to learn before you are handed over to your owner.”

  I had barely spoken the last word of my response when she crawled into my lap, wrapped her thin arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder. I returned the affection and we sat on the bed, arms wrapped around each other. The smell of her hair brushed across my face and the heat of her body seeped through my clothes. My eyes closed and I rested my head against hers. Her chest beat against me from her inhalation of breath and I ran my hand along her back, soothing her as if she were a child.

  “Master?”

  Her voice was so tiny, I almost didn’t hear her.

  “Yes?”

  She pushed away as if to look up at me, but immediately remembered her place and looked down at my chest instead. “May I kiss you?”

  “Look at me, Rebecca.”

  She looked up hesitantly, the smallest hint of fear hidden behind the clear green of her eyes. I grabbed her chin, pulling her up so that we were face to face. She moved without fighting me and straddled my lap. I stared into her eyes for several minutes, searching for the thoughts that I knew ran through her head. Pulling her closer, I brushed my lips against her, opening my mouth just to take her bottom lip with my teeth. I bit down softly and she moaned in response. My tongue flicked out to run along her mouth and she opened up, allowing me to deepen the kiss. I knew this was wrong, and I knew I shouldn’t be kissing a woman I didn’t intend to keep as my courtesan, but I couldn’t resist the taste her lips, sweet and pure – innocent as if they’d never been kissed before.

  Her robe fell open and I ran my hand down her ribs and across her stomach. My fingers eventually found the wet heat between her legs and I groaned to find that she was turned on and ready for my cock. I was hard instantly. She rotated her hips, pushing herself against my fingers and when I pinched her clit, she gasped in my mouth. My free hand came up to grip into the thick mane of her hair and I pulled her head back so that I could run my mouth along her neck. Slipping a finger inside her cunt, the muscles gripped at my finger, desperate for something more substantial to be pushed inside. Her chest arched against me and I decided to take another taste before presenting her for the evening.

  I pulled away and she blinked at me, not daring to utter a word or sound of protest. She’d learned quickly what I liked and didn’t like and besides the argument this morning, she hadn’t slipped in her submissio
n. I knew I should reward her – condition her to submit in expectation of the pleasure she would receive in return.

  My voice was breathless when I commanded, “Lay back on the bed, pet, and keep your feet on the mattress, your knees spread to the sides.”

  She complied immediately and I admired the soft pink of her folds, the glistening cream of her body that indicated how ready she was to be fucked.

  “Play with yourself. Show me how you get yourself off.”

  Her eyes widened and the hint of embarrassment ran red across her cheeks. She reached down tentatively, playing her fingers over her clit and through the slick skin. Her legs were trembling and I sat and watched her.

  Running my tongue along my bottom lip, I pulled my hard cock free of my pants and began to stroke myself while watching her masturbate. I believe it calmed her, because within seconds her head fell back and she finger fucked herself, bucking her hips up against her own touch. Pre-cum pushed from the head of my cock and I needed to bury myself inside her. Her cunt was perfection and I wanted it wrapped around me. The feel of my palm against my dick was aggravating and when she ran her finger down farther to poke against her ass, I lost it.

  “Get up here now, on my lap, spear yourself on my cock and if you hesitate for even a second you’ll be over my knee before you know what’s happening.”

  She didn’t waste a second in doing as I ordered and when her pussy sank down on my cock, my mouth opened to release a growl and my hands were wrapped around her hips, forcing her up and down on top of me. My eyes watched her tits bounce against her body and the full lips of her mouth opened, a moan escaping over her perfect pout. I let go of one hip and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her mouth to mine. My tongue pushed inside and slid along hers. She came quickly, releasing her scream into my mouth and I pulled her off me when my own release burst out. My cum left puddled over my pants.

  “Fuck!”

  She jumped back when I yelled out and I looked at her to find fear across her expression.