“You aren’t like the other masters,” she said abruptly.
“Is that a compliment?”
She blushed again. “In a way.”
“Good.” He couldn’t stop himself this time. The blushing always did it for him. Philippe meshed his lips hard against hers and her response was immediate as if she wanted it just as much as him. Moving up on the couch, he carefully position one leg between hers and the other on the outside of hers. He had access to her whole body and he indulged in touching everywhere as he kissed those luscious lips of hers in as many different ways as possible.
Her slave duties seemed to come to her naturally. Without being told, she started to unbutton his shirt and open his pants. Philippe knew he had to get her to a bed soon or he would spill his seed too soon. He would have better room in the bed and he would be better able to control himself.
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The more she responded the more intense his kisses and touch became. All of a sudden, a feeling of lightness surrounded her, and she realized he was carrying her up the stairs. There was no straining in his movements and this turned her on even more because she knew she had to weigh at least one sixty-five, but he picked her up as if she was no lighter than a feather. When she was lying on the bed, he hurriedly undressed and joined her.
Maxine was afraid. She was deeply terrified of what she was about to do, but she knew she was in no position to refuse. Her body was a better actor than she realized as she found little problem moving her hands over his chest feeling the soft dark hairs tickle her palms, down his rippled stomach to circle his manhood. She remembered the shower and how he liked it slow at first. Her fascination with the touch of his body and making sure every inch of him felt real did more than just make her even more curious, his arousal increased by the second.
He groaned through his kiss and moved over on his back bringing her with him. She instantly knew what he wanted and cursed herself for her inexperience.
Moving down his body now with her mouth, she nervously thought of every story Lisa had ever told her about doing this to a man. Would Philippe know she was green? Would he become angry if she did it wrong?
To stall for what she was going to do, she let her tongue circle the tip slowly. He was circumcised, something Gerald was not, and the skin of Phillip’s was smooth to the touch of her tongue. Moving down to lave the staff to the base and then up again, she took her time watching her own ministrations to his manhood. Her avid inquisitiveness as she tasted his shaft made him swell thickly, he hissed air between his teeth as if in pain, but groaned severely at the same time.
She touched the very soft orbs below that were cool to the touch initially and wondered how they would taste in her mouth. A few moments later, she was down there, delicately licking and sucking them loving the velvety feel of them in her mouth.
Philippe threw his head back and was straining. There was an ethereal look of bliss on his face as she opened her mouth wide to place the tip inside. He was thick! She tightened her lips around him and sucked him deeply until she could feel him on the back of her throat, but she hadn’t gotten him even half way in.
Still, she luxuriated in feeling him in her mouth. What she couldn’t touch orally, she massaged, often returning to his orbs and even briefly touching even lower. She knew he watched her and that made her enjoy what she did more because he didn’t stop her. He liked it.
Increasing the movements of her mouth, she concentrated on sucking and then releasing as she moved up and down on his rod. It felt so good to do this and her body had started to tingle the more she brought him to pleasure. Even when her jaw started to hurt, she still continued to manipulate him.
Cursing viciously, he pulled away and she was suddenly flipped on her back and he was between her legs. His aggressiveness and impatience was amusing and exciting. She couldn’t believe how her mouth had driven him to lose his control.
Then she felt it! True she was wet - surprisingly very wet between her legs, but what he was giving her was nothing like she had ever imagined.
CHAPTER 15
Her body was not in shock! She knew about shock. From the many beatings she had suffered as a child by people her age in foster places, she knew this wasn’t shock. Also, from the violations to her body by others against her will.
Strange endorphins began to release through her body and there was this strange vibration coming from between her legs. Thinking it was going to hurt, she started to cry, but that turned into a hum as the vibration became like a beat… a thump… again, increasing in tempo… just like hers.
It was his heartbeat! She could feel it pulsing in sequence with her own as he moved even deeper inside. Maxine was mindless in ecstasy, forgetting the past instantly and her dislike about sex completely. What Philippe did to her body wasn’t sex! No, he was making love to her, giving her an exquisite horizontal dance full of rapture and passion. He would pause occasionally and his hands and mouth were busy kissing and licking on her lips, neck and breast.
So thick! So filling! Oh Damn!
“Fuck!” he cursed, moving his hands to the side of her to hold his body rigid, while his shaft pumped into her pussy. He was trying not to hurt her, but at the same time, she could tell it felt just as good as it did to her. A sheen of sweat coated his temples as he struggled not to release while she orgasm.
Maxine could feel it all over her body. Her muscles were gripping him hard; she had to hold on tight to him as she felt as if her spirit had taken off like a rocket. She screamed louder and louder as she rose higher and higher. Her entire body shuddered as he erupted inside of her.
Returning to earth was like floating on some kind of cloud. He moved to the side to distribute his weight away from her, but he was still inside of her. Maxine felt an indescribable feeling.
They were out of breath together and when he unengaged, she gasped at the intense spasm that clutched her body for a brief moment. Maxine had to fight the disappointed moan she wanted to make.
The knock on the door ruined their moment and he stood up from the bed to quickly put only on his pants. “Go to the bathroom and shower. You have ten minutes,” he ordered briskly and walked down the stairs.
A little dazed from the intense pleasure she had just received, Maxine got up from the bed and moved toward the bathroom slowly, also hoping she could hear whoever was at the door. Stepping partially in the closet so he couldn’t see if he looked up there, she listened intently.
“Monsieur Philippe, you’ve returned,” she heard Nicole’s voice say in delight. “I’m personally delivering her items. Has Lanna finished with her hair and makeup?”
“I sent Lanna away for a moment. She should return soon.”
Maxine couldn’t see him, but she heard some plastic moving around.
“Where is she now?” Nicole asked with a little worry in her voice.
“She’s taking a shower.”
Moving to the bathroom, she turned the shower on and adjusted the water before stepping out to listen some more.
“…beautiful, Monsieur. I knew she was yours the minute I set eyes on her. You will be the envy of tonight and I suggest you watch it. Devon has expressed some visual interest.”
“But he has Lisa and all the other favorites. Why would he even care?”
“You know he can never get enough, plus he’s always been jealous of your picks,” Nicole said knowingly. “Poor Lisa, she is barely let out to even bathe let alone eat. The man is not lusting for the woman anymore, he is obsessed.”
“So you’ve seen Lisa?” he asked, his voice sounding hopeful.
“I was requested to bring new robes for him the other day and I caught a glimpse of his bed chamber.” She gasped. “The girl looked like an animal. I swear. I begged for him to let me tidy her up, but he refused.”
“Love is blind, Nicole.”
She spoke in French in a distasteful tone.
Philippe chuckled having understood what she said, “Then you should know this, Nicole.”<
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“You could buy her back, Philippe. You know that. She would be grateful.”
“I do not want two slaves.”
“Nonsense, Milford has ten of them.”
“I am happy with the one that I have.”
“Just to help her. She probably wouldn’t mind being lowered to servant and she can sleep on the floor down here. Devon would sell her back to you. I know that.”
“Devon’s always wanting things he can’t handle. He approached me as soon as I came in today about trading slaves.”
Nicole gasped. “Now he wants her, too?”
Another knock on the door brought Lanna, who was there to help Maxine prepare for tonight.
“She should be down any minute,” Philippe assured them. “I told her ten minutes.”
Gasping, Maxine rushed to the shower and slapped water and soap on her. When she dried off, she found only Philippe’s robe on the back of the door. She remembered that her robe was downstairs in the other bathroom.
Dawning his, hoping she wouldn’t get in trouble, she descended down the stairs. Philippe came to her and looked her over intently. He wasn’t looking at the robe, the man was trying to visually pull the skin off her body.
Maxine was shocked to know he still wanted more of her and she lowered her head to hide the blush.
Phillip moved past her to ascend the stairs to shower.
“Are you ready for the feast?” Nicole asked, guiding Maxine away from the stairs.
Maxine still felt disoriented from Philippe’s visual desire to even try to answer the question, so she just nodded. It was hard to concentrate knowing Philippe was upstairs, rubbing soap over that big gorgeous body of his, removing sweat and her essence off of him.
Her body wanted to be there with him, but knew she couldn’t and forced herself to endure Nicole’s inane conversation about “the feast”, while Lanna was setting up and heating up the curlers. Lanna never spoke at all and Maxine didn’t really note this at first because she was still thinking of going upstairs to quell her own arousal building.
A few moments later, Philippe came down the stairs after throwing on a new shirt, with a jacket and his pants. He nodded specifically at Maxine, bid the room ado and left the chamber.
Lanna was a mouse type light skinned black woman. She didn’t speak properly because there was a tube coming out of her neck. Something traumatic had happened to her.
Nicole caught Maxine’s horrified expression at the tube in Lanna’s throat. “Lanna doesn’t like anyone feeling sorry for her, Maxine. What happened to her was her own fault.”
Maxine felt partly incensed that Lanna was so brain washed she would just allow someone to do that to her and feel it was all her fault.
“Can I tell her?” Nicole asked Lanna.
Lanna nodded in consent.
“Was it her master?” Maxine assumed.
“That’s what people usually assumed, but if her master had caused her damage like this, we would have easily fixed it,” Nicole said simply. “It was Lanna’s mistake in not telling us she had a mildly jealous man who started wondering where she was getting the money and gifts from.”
Lanna looked a little bit ashamed.
“She forgot to trust her master and thought she could handle her problem with her boyfriend on her own. He decided to slit her throat from ear to ear before leaving her for dead.”
Maxine gasped and looked in the mirror at Lanna, who nodded to confirm what Nicole was saying. Lanna raised her neck to show a small scar which most would have assumed would be just a lining around her neck, but it wasn’t.”
“Although he left her for dead, she was able to call us and we saved her in time to keep her from dying, but we couldn’t fix her voice or her breathing. Hence, the tube. I remember that night. Her master did the surgery himself. He was a plastic surgeon. He did a wonderful job saving her life and making sure no one saw the full scar, but her voice box and breathing… it was difficult. Since he couldn’t make her normal again, he bought her freedom.” Nicole looked a little remorse. “Lanna couldn’t get a job anywhere but knowing how wonderful she was with hair and makeup, I couldn’t allow her to waste her talent on just anyone. I make sure she’s assigned to the best slaves.”
Lanna smiled happily.
Maxine couldn’t believe the happy look in Lanna’s eyes, bt she could understand. Lanna was doing what she loved and no one else seemed to have been able to give her a chance with her disability.
Lanna’s fingers in anyone’s hair could perform miracles. She whipped Maxine’s unmanageable hair into shape in less than twenty minutes. Nicole stayed and helped Lanna out.
Maxine took that time to fill out the questionnaire that was in the bag. These were out of the ordinary questions and she was a little confused as to what they signified, but she took a moment to think of each one before answering. The first five were pretty easy: Social security number, two contacts in case of emergency, alternate numbers, and driver’s license number. The other ones were strange, but simple to answer:
Birth control methods used: None
Annual income: $45,000
Place of employment: Bellini & Bianchi Marketing
Number of children: None
Amount of cash on hand: $300
Bank Name: Comerica
City of Birth: Detroit
Any tattoos or scars? Where? No, tattoos. Scars on lower back.
Favorite color: red
Lanna took the survey with her upon her departure.
Nicole helped her dress and Maxine looked in the mirror at the stunning woman who looked back at her. Never in her life would she ever tell herself that she was beautiful, yet the image before her left her amazed that she could look like this.
“He will be breathless when he sees you,” Nicole said proudly as she put on Maxine’s earrings and some gold cuffs on her wrist.
Since they were alone for a moment, Maxine decided to ask, “Why do you think Philippe referred to me as his honey when he spoke with you but didn’t say it to me?”
Nicole looked a little annoyed by this questioned and diverted her eyes pretending to find something on Maxine’s dress to adjust rather than make eye contact. “He was speaking fondly of you as he was giving instructions for your day. I wouldn’t know what goes on in the minds of most of these men. I only do what I’ve been paid to do and that is to take care of their properties.”
Being referred to as someone’s property grated on Maxine’s nerves, but she wasn’t going to let it ruin her night. Looking down at the cuffs, Nicole had secured on her wrists, Maxine felt this was most likely to cover the bruises, yet it went so perfectly with the outfit she wore.
“You are like a diamond in the rough, Fille.”
The French name Nicole called her was unfamiliar to Maxine, but she just assumed maybe it was some female version of Philippe ’s name. Maxine blushed from Nicole’s compliment just as he entered the chamber dressed in an Armani black tuxedo. He walked up to her and started to kiss her, but Nicole gasped.
“You’ll mess up her makeup, Philippe. You paid me too much money to make her look like this. Can you please wait at least a couple of hours before you make a mess of her?”
He did not look at all pleased and Maxine blushed some more knowing he wanted to drag her up the steps to the bed again.
“You look handsome,” she said. That word was no justice to how gorgeous he looked in his tuxedo, but she too was breathless upon the sight of him.
The dark color of the tuxedo illuminated the bright eyes and it was easy to see he had the perfect physique.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
Looking at Nicole for this answer, Nicole nodded approvingly with great excitement.
“I’ll straighten and lock up,” Nicole promised with a wink. “You two go and be the belle’s of the ball.”
Philippe picked up the mask and carefully put it on Maxine and then he picked up the blindfold and she turned to let him put it on. Afterwards, he
took her hand and led her outside.
Having him by her side gave her confidence beyond belief and a sense of safety that she’d never really had before in her life. She should have been scared to death being blindfolded with a strange man she’d just met yesterday, but she wasn’t. Maxine had quickly come to trust Philippe.
“Did you pay attention in class today?” he asked as he led her to an elevator.
“Yes.”
He kept his voice low. “So you’re aware of your duties?”
“Yes,” she promised.
Maxine had been taking a lot of mental notes in that silly servitude class. As boring as the woman was who taught it, Maxine made sure she listened to every word.
“So I do not have to remind you that obedience is a must and that you must not do anything that would deserve public punishment,” he reminded her.
That he stressed the word “public” made her shiver in a little fear.
“No, Master,” she answered coolly.
There was satisfaction in his tone, as he said, “Good, Slave.”
She heard him do some movement and then the front of her dress was slightly pulled away. Folded soft bills were pushed in her bra where her key was also placed there when she had dressed for this occasion.
“There are six ten dollar bills. Trust me. You’ll need it for negotiation,” he assured her. “No eye contact to other men. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” she said obediently. Good thing he didn’t say everyone, because she was going to desperately be looking for any sign of Lisa in the room.
Philippe gripped her shoulders tightly - painfully. “Obedience is a must, Slave.”
More fear surged through her as she knew this man’s power over her. Whether it was pleasure or pain, he determined her fate. She cursed herself being turned on by that observation. Wincing in pain, she nodded. “Yes, Master.”
CHAPTER 16
Philippe released her just as the doors opened and others joined them on the elevator. Only the men spoke of men things. Someone smoked cigars and when the elevator stopped Maxine held on Philippe’s arm tightly as she was led to a chair and seated. Soft music played and it felt like she was back in the large room again.
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