by Lily White
Shaking off my anger, I continued to act panicked, hoping to get her to move. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in the direction of the shelves and away from the bright light near her table.
“Rebecca…” She tried to pull away from me but I tightened my grip hoping there weren’t cameras in this old building that would record what happened to Kelsey. The last thing I needed was for someone to recognize Aiden or me. Her feet moved finally and she was following me through the rows of books, out of the main door and into the stairwell. As we stepped quickly down the flights, she kept badgering me with questions that I refused to answer. Her voice irritated me and I imagined her watching that video – laughing – possibly fucking Trenton after she knew what he’d done to me.
“Hey, Kelsey. Do you remember Trenton Carlisle?”
“Yeah…why?” She gasped in recognition of where I was going with my question. “Did you find out about the video, Rebecca? Is that why you ran off? It’s not worth running away because of it. That was years ago, nobody even talks about it anymore.”
My heart dropped to my feet and a fireball of anger filled my chest where my heart had previously been. “You knew about it? Did you see it? Did you watch the video and laugh at me like everybody else?”
She pulled back to make me stop moving through the stairwell. She had her back turned towards the stairs and I noticed Aiden moving quickly – silently – down behind her. I didn’t look at him directly, not wanting to indicate there was something behind her causing her to turn and look.
“Yes, I saw the video, but I wasn’t going to tell you about it. I didn’t laugh at you like everybody else, but I knew about it. Is that what this is all about? Did you disappear because of the video?”
When Aiden was behind her, he reached around quickly, covering her mouth and nose with a cloth. Her eyes widened and she struggled in his hold, but he was too strong. I stared her in the eyes as she began to get lightheaded from whatever it was that he forced her to breathe.
My words were cold and without emotion when I answered her question. “No, Kelsey. That’s not the reason why I disappeared. But, it is the reason why you’re going to disappear.”
Disbelief shone behind the green of her eyes. I watched silently as she slipped away from consciousness and when her body went limp, Aiden wrapped his arm around her waist so it appeared that she stood next to him. Lifting her so that her feet barely brushed across the ground, he moved quickly down the stairs.
“Let’s go, pet. We don’t have much time to get her out of here. Run back upstairs, grab her stuff and meet me in the alley.”
As Aiden took Kelsey downstairs, I turned and ran up the flights of stairs, bursting through the double doors into the wing of the library where she’d been studying. I quickly grabbed her things and shoved them in her bag before throwing it over my shoulder and heading back out into the night to meet Aiden at the car.
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The screams were never-ending. I was thankful that there was an entire house between where I sat and where Kelsey screamed her fucking lungs out. She alternated between cries for help and just plain crying. I was surprised we could hear her all the way on the opposite side of the house and I looked up at Aiden watching him as he leaned against his desk, his eyes staring out the window. I noticed how he kept checking his watch and the silence between us was killing me. I didn’t know what he would do next – didn’t want to think about what he would have to do to get Kelsey under control.
“When do we go back there? She’s been screaming for hours.” I broke the thick silence of the room with my question and he glanced back at me, locking his eyes with mine and glaring at me in disapproval.
“Eye contact, pet. Don’t forget that the rules between us have not changed. Just because there is another woman to be trained does not mean that you are no longer my courtesan. Be the example you said you would be, regardless of whether your friend is in our company or not.”
I looked down immediately, studying the dirt on my sneakers from when I ran through muddy puddles in the alleyway behind the library. Kelsey’s bag sat in the chair next to me so I reached over and grabbed it before dropping it on the floor at my feet to open it up and go through the contents. As I scoured the bag for Kelsey’s phone, Aiden spoke again.
“We need to wait for her to stop screaming. At this point, her fear is forcing adrenaline and other hormones through her body. Eventually, those hormones will flood her system. She’ll pass out or go into a state of shock. Once that occurs, the screams will stop and we’ll know it’s time to go back and introduce her to her new life.”
His words were mechanical and matter of fact. I continued digging through her things, finding the phone and pulling it from the bag when I responded.
“What are you going to do to her? I assume the same thing you did to me, right?” My pain and jealousy at the thought of Aiden fucking Kelsey was obvious in my voice. I hoped he hadn’t noticed, but his response told me that he had.
“I’ll train her in the same manner I train every woman that comes into this house. There’s a process, pet, and one that I cannot have you disturbing with your jealousy. This is why I don’t keep a courtesan and I would hate for you to do something that causes me to regret my decision. If you act up as a result of anything I have to do, I’ll kill your friend and sell you off like I’d originally planned.”
I heard the warning in his tone and I chose not to respond for fear I’d anger him with my hurt feelings. I reminded myself that I’d agreed to this so that I could stay with him, so that I could be his. I just had to get through the next few weeks and then it would be just him and me. I knew we could be good together; that he could give up his life training women because I would be enough to fulfill his every need. I just had to love him enough to make that happen.
Flicking the power button of the phone, I asked, “Will you enjoy it? Fucking her?”
He didn’t answer and I didn’t look up when I heard him walk towards me. His hand was gripped around my neck and his other hand at the back of my head. He forced my face to look up and my body to rise from the chair. Holding me still – with my neck arched back and his fingers wrapped painfully in my hair - he kissed me, long and hard, claiming my mouth and tongue the same as he claimed my heart. His hand around my neck squeezed tightly and I struggled to breath between his hold and his kiss. When he finally let me go, I fell back into the chair, lightheaded and dizzy from what he’d done.
“I always enjoy fucking, pet. Just as you enjoy it when I fuck you. So yes - my body will respond to hers and my dick will appreciate the feel of her cunt. You’ll have to get used to it if you want to remain in my home. I fuck women and I won’t stop – not for you.”
A tear broke free of my eye and I wiped at it, praying that he didn’t see it fall. I kept my mouth shut because I didn’t want to hear more about how he’d get off fucking another woman. I knew he planned on continuing in his profession when all was said and done, but I decided to change that in him – to make him see that he didn’t want any other woman besides me.
I jumped when he interrupted the silence again.
“In fact, my dick is hard now just listening to the little bitch scream. Take your clothes off and sit on the edge of my desk. Don’t look at me and don’t talk – just do as you are told.”
I smiled thinking that his command meant he wanted me more than her. I placed the phone down without scrolling through the pictures, texts and other messages to follow his instructions.
I stripped off the baggy t-shirt and slipped the sweat pants and underwear down my legs. Stepping out of the clothes I swayed my hips – hoping he was watching my ass when I approached the desk. I turned around and sat on the edge, bringing my legs up so I was spread wide before him. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t look directly at him until he instructed me to do so. I heard a chair scrape across the wooden floor and I felt the heat of his mouth between my legs. My moans started almost immediately. His tongue was like fire against m
y needy skin and he lapped at me. He sucked my clit between his lips and I felt the tightening in my core, the warning of the building orgasm. It didn’t take much for him to get me off – the feel of his hands on my skin, his tongue running over my body, his cock forcing itself inside me, filling me with everything I could ever need.
I came within minutes and he lapped up the juice from my body, eventually standing up from the chair. I heard it topple to the floor behind him before I heard his voice telling me to look at him. I opened my eyes and looked into the depth of the blue in his.
“I want you looking at me when I fuck you, pet. Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes.”
His pants fell to his ankles and he slipped a condom over the length of his cock. I licked my lips in anticipation of him filling me, taking every inch and stretching it out more to sink himself fully inside. His hands went around my ankles as he wrapped my legs around his waist. My hands clung desperately to the sides of the desk when he shoved himself inside me and I cried out from the sudden sensation of being completely overtaken by his size.
He was so strong. When his palms traveled up my body to squeeze my breasts, I started panting from the rush of heat. The items on the desk rattled against its surface from the force of his thrusts. He released my breasts to once again wrap them around my neck and into my hair. My neck hurt from the way he bent it back, but when his mouth was on mine and when his tongue worked at the same rhythm as his cock, I became lost to him, stars bursting behind my eyes as he drove me to the greatest peak of my life. Love bloomed in my heart and when he stopped kissing me, he barked out a reminder.
“Your eyes, Rebecca, open them and look at me now!”
I opened my eyes and as soon as they locked with his, I came hard. I felt the muscles of my pussy grip and ripple around him and he pounded harder – faster - finally finding his own release. He thrust in one more time, the head of his cock hitting against the back of my core and my head fell back and my chest arched forward. He bent down and bit the tip of my breast and I cried out again, completely devoted to his form of pain.
I never wanted to let this man go. I didn’t care if what he did was wrong and I didn’t care if my love for him meant he’d finally driven me to a point of madness. He’d infected every fucking part of me – my heart, my mind, my body and my soul. He gripped me in his seduction and he wouldn’t let me go.
We stayed there for a few minutes, breathing heavy and looking at each other. By the time he pulled away, I noticed that Kelsey’s screaming had stopped. He stripped the condom off his dick, tossing it in a wastebasket set to the side of his desk. Pulling up his pants, he buckled the belt and looked at me dead in the eye.
“Do you hear that, pet? Your bitch friend is silent. It’s time to start her training.”
I jumped down from the desk, grabbing several tissues from the box on his desk and cleaning myself up before throwing them away. I grabbed my clothes, put them on and I grabbed her bag to carry with me when I stepped behind him and followed him down the long hall.
Aiden
We approached the door to the dark room and I listened to the padding of Rebecca’s feet behind me. I knew better than to bring her in the room with me for the initial rape, but she needed to understand the true nature of my beast. She believed I did this for money alone, much like Theresa. But it wasn’t just the money that turned me on; it was the power of taking over a woman’s body and mind, the thrill of dominating someone with my cock, of breaking them apart slowly and rebuilding them into the perfect slave.
Rebecca needed to understand what this life was – this wasn’t about love – it was about money and it was about power. I would allow her to love me, because that is what a courtesan is supposed to do, but I wanted to make sure she understood that I’d keep her for entertainment and my amusement – the second she stopped being amusing, I’d find another man to take her. It was that simple and I needed to ensure she recognized the truth and didn’t think this was a game.
This life doesn’t involve bullshit BDSM rules; there are no safe words in what I do. The courtesans that I tailor have no control over what happens to them. They are utterly devoted without the feeling that they have a say in the decisions made for their lives. Safe words are for men who don’t know how to be a true Master – for men who don’t know how far you can push a person’s mind or body.
To be a true Master – you must know the limits of your slave and you won’t need to be warned when they get scared or are in pain. You know when to stop and you know when you are pushing a person too far. If the slave has been trained right, they would know just by the look on their Master’s face what is expected of them – they won’t need to be told.
It’s a symbiotic relationship: The Master taking care of the physical and mental needs of the slave while the slave hands over all control to the Master. That is the type of world in which I live and it is a lifestyle I will never leave. Rebecca would have to understand that need and if she was to be my courtesan, she would have to accept that I will do what is best for me, regardless of how it makes her feel.
Allowing her to witness the initial contact between her friend and me was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate exactly what she was requesting by asking to stay and live as my courtesan alone.
When we reached the room, I glanced behind me to find that Rebecca looked at the floor. Her face was a grim expression, but I couldn’t let it bother me considering what I was about to do. If she were upset now, she would be more so by the time we left this room. I had to be perfectly clear what her life would be, so I decided to not only show her, but also force her to become involved.
“When we go in there, I want you to sit on the bed by her head. She’s going to fight, but I will overpower her. I want you to hold her down when I take her, pet. Make sure she doesn’t struggle against me. If her screaming bothers you, shove her face into a pillow, but not so tight that you cut off her ability to breathe and accidentally kill her. If you want to stay with me, we’ll need somebody to hand over to the buyer. If she is dead – that person will be you.”
She nodded her head, but remained silent.
“Answer me, Rebecca.”
“Yes Master.”
She spit the words out and I breathed a deep breath in and out slowly. This would be hard for her to endure, but I couldn’t allow myself to care. It was time she discovered that this life was not a game.
I stared at her for another quiet moment, but then turned to unlock the door to introduce Kelsey to her new life, while at the same time, introducing Rebecca to the truth about hers.
As usual, it was freezing when we entered the room. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Once Rebecca had followed me inside, I grabbed her arm to keep her from approaching the bed before it was time. I stood by the closed door allowing my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. Once I could make out the different shadows and figures in the room, I moved to the bedside table and pulled Rebecca along behind me. I heard her drop the bag from her shoulder near the table when I opened a drawer to retrieve a condom and a tube of lubrication. I’d just fucked another woman and I would need the feel of Kelsey’s tight ass to get me off again so soon. My cock grew hard at the thought of it.
We approached the bed and I heard Kelsey try to move away from us. Her chains rattled and her mattress springs squeaked, but I could see her clearly despite the darkness. Without a word I sat on the edge of the mattress and waited for Rebecca to take her place at the head of the bed.
“Good morning, courtesan, we’re here to introduce you to your new life.” My hand gripped around her arm before she could move father away. The chains at her legs rattled when she flailed and kicked and I held her face down on the mattress.
I watched Rebecca and she hesitated to grab her friend, but after a few seconds, she reached out and gripped Kelsey’s shoulders to hold her upper body still. It was odd, but having Rebecca there and having her assist, regardless of her pain at seeing me fuck another woman,
turned me on more than I imagined it could. My cock was tight against my pants and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to find a release.
My hands gripped at the waistband of Kelsey’s pants and I pulled them over her full hips, down her legs and left them puddled over the chains locked around her ankles. She kicked at me and I smacked my hand against her ass so hard that it burned my palm. She cried out at the hit and I could feel her body shaking beneath me from her sobs. I didn’t look up at Rebecca, even though I needed to see the expression on her face. I knew the shadow would obscure it and I wished there was light for me to see how this affected her.
“Kelsey – you are now a slave. You will do everything I say, exactly as I say and you will not complain.”
I ran my hand over the firm round cheek of her ass and she bucked her hips in an attempt to avoid my hand.
“Jump away from me again, and I will punish the behavior.”
She bucked against me again, kicking up with her feet, attempting to hit me in the back. I dug the fingers of one hand into the sensitive skin of her hips. I reached up with my free hand and grabbed the back of Kelsey’s head and forced it down into the pillow. She struggled to breathe and I pushed her head down harder. She whimpered and I saw Rebecca pull her hands away from Kelsey’s shoulders. There were two sets of tears flowing freely now and I was suddenly fucking annoyed with Rebecca’s weakness.
“Pet – you better hold her the fuck down as I’ve ordered you to do. I’ll kill her if you don’t obey my instructions!”
Rebecca replaced her hands on Kelsey’s shoulders immediately and I gripped my hand into Kelsey’s hair. Pulling her head up, I listened while she gasped for air.
“Are you going to listen to me now?” I kept my voice calm – emotionless – introducing the fear that I wasn’t affected by what happened to her. If she died, she’d be buried and I’d move on with my life.
