At the first sting of the crop on her sensitive flesh she gasped and gripped the leather of the couch tightly. The pain moved through her nerve endings quickly and she awaited the next blow. Her backside was on fire after ten hard strokes of the crop and small beads of sweat trickled from her brow. She had stopped crying out as each of them landed and started pushing herself back toward the blows, needing to feel each agonizing lick against her skin.
Her beautiful ass was covered in an array of welts and Dylan refused to allow this to go any further. Throwing down the crop his hands lightly moved over her aching flesh with tenderness. "You did well," he spoke softly wanting to pull her into his arms and comfort her but remembering his place.
"Please don't stop Sir," she begged tearfully. She needed him to drive all the horrible thoughts out of her mind until there was nothing left but pain. His soft touch against her throbbing rear wasn't what she wanted.
"I think I've seen enough Dylan," Serif wanted this girl desperately. He sure wouldn't have stopped with the slut begging for more. It was pretty apparent that Dylan didn't have the balls to give this girl what she needed. "I want her."
This was exactly what he had come here for, Dylan thought ironically, attempting to curb his possessive nature. "We will discuss details and then let her make her decision." How the hell he forced those words out of his mouth, he had no idea.
With a quick nod of his head, Serif pushed a small intercom button and a slave arrived. "Take the girl to her room and make her comfortable."
Cayce felt the ache of her muscles as she was led away and didn't protest. She needed some serious time alone to understand what had just happened. This Island thing needed to be over, because she was beginning to think she needed professional help. Left alone in an elegant bedroom, she lowered herself onto her stomach on the bed, pretty sure she wouldn't be sitting down anytime soon. Her thoughts ran rampant and she refused to allow tears to fall again. This was one fine mess she had landed herself in and when this was all over, she would be doing some serious soul searching.
Dylan talked with Serif for well over an hour as he laid out his contract. The majority of the things listed here Cayce had never even been exposed to. They weren't his cup of tea, so to speak and while he didn't explain that, he did mention that she was a fairly new submissive and most of the things he had listed she would not know about.
The fact that Serif had merely smiled and said she would learn to follow his lead when she agreed made him even more certain that he needed to get Cayce's sister off the Island. If he had so little consideration for his slaves, then in his opinion he didn't truly deserve the right to own them. He made his way back to the room with a pounding headache. Stepping inside the room, he walked silently as he noted she was sound asleep on the bed.
The sight of her precious ass covered with angry red welts did little to temper his mood. He was responsible for the marks upon his girl since they had occurred under his own hand, and even though he wanted to place the blame at Serif's feet he understood he had much to apologize for. Walking into the bathroom he wet a cloth under a cool stream of water before making his way back to her and sliding carefully into bed.
With all the tenderness he possessed he laid the cloth against her exposed flesh and hoped he didn't wake her. She tensed a little but her breathing remained even. Quietly he slid off his shoes before lying back on the pillows. His thoughts were stormy as he allowed tonight's events to play out again. The way things had happened tonight, he knew that it had a better ending than it would have if they had been forced to play out the other scenario.
The truth was, Cayce wasn't ready for any of this. He had stepped over so many boundaries this week that if she ever wanted to be a part of his world again it would be a fucking miracle. He saw how utterly defeated she was at allowing her passion to show in front of a stranger. Without any doubt he understood she thought she deserved to be punished for allowing herself to be controlled in the way he had forced upon her.
Maybe if she had been someone comfortable with her own sexuality to begin with, and had the years of experience under her belt that sleeping with different partners afforded a person, he would have been okay with rushing her this way. Basically he had taken a virgin and turned her into a whore in less than a week. Her stepfather's brutality couldn't even be considered a sexual experience.
What the fuck had he been thinking, he damned himself mentally. She didn't need a fucking dominant. She needed a man that could stand beside her and help her understand that this wasn't how she deserved to be treated. He didn't feel like much of a man at the moment, much less a Master.
He knew what he had to do, not only for her own mental health but to free himself from the guilt he felt for moving so fast with a novice. It had been years since he had allowed himself to think about the gift he would offer her. Without any doubt whatsoever he would offer her the one thing he could only give to a woman he truly loved. When this farce was over, he hoped she would be willing to take what he offered. With that thought in mind he carefully pulled the covers over her and allowed himself to rest.
She awoke the next morning with a dull ache on her backside. Clenching her butt cheeks, the pain intensified a little. She had no idea how long she'd been asleep but as she rolled over to see Dylan beside her, she smiled. With slow movements she moved over to lay her head on his chest. She was still mentally and physically exhausted and didn't feel like getting the shower she desperately needed.
"Morning sweetheart," allowing his hand to caress her hair he smiled at how she moved closer to him. "How are you feeling?"
"Embarrassed Sir," she whispered against his chest, hiding her face.
"You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about Cayce," he gently hugged her to him. "We'll be out of this crazy mess soon honey and life can get back to normal."
His words sounded so final and for a moment she wondered just what normal was anymore. "Will we be normal though Sir?" Lifting her head up, she peered into his eyes and everything her confused heart felt at the moment was written there.
"I'm not even sure I know what normal is anymore Cayce, but I think it has to be more sane than what we've been living lately." Smiling at her for a brief moment he lowered his lips to kiss her forehead.
She didn't know what to say as it almost felt like he was saying goodbye. As much as it hurt to think that was true, a part of her couldn't help but wonder if in the end that might save them both. She was one big confused puddle of nothingness at the moment, and no matter how she felt about him this couldn't be healthy.
"We should be close to the Island sweetheart," slowly he moved out of the bed and walked over to her side holding out his hand for her.
She lifted tear filled eyes as she slid off the bed, not sure if the pain in her rear or the emotion in her heart was really worse. For a woman that hid her emotions her entire life, she was certainly doing a lot of crying lately she thought to herself. Following him into the bathroom she knew that whatever happened on the Island, nothing could destroy her soul as much as he could at this moment.
He turned on the shower and adjusted the temp before leading her inside. He carefully washed her body, not wanting to cause her any more pain than he already had. She deserved so much more than this, and he was determined that she have everything he could give. As she cried, he pulled her against him tightly stroking her hair. "Don't cry sweetheart, I promise you everything will work out just fine."
He finished bathing her and then quickly washed off himself. This insanity needed to end and there was only one way to make it happen. He dressed in a pair of dress pants and short-sleeved oxford. She wouldn't be allowed clothes on the island so he slid on the collar and placed her heels on the floor in front of her so she could slide into them. "We need to finish this love."
She took a deep breath as he led her out of the room. They had made it here and she wasn't leaving without Cait. No matter what happened when all this was over, she would have her sister back a
t home safe.
A slave informed them that Serif was already on land and they could go ashore whenever they were ready. Hooking the leash to her collar he waved the slave off before turning back to her. "We will bring her home soon, that's all I want you to focus on today." Without thought he lifted his fingers to the clasp in the collar and pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply.
She kissed him back, somewhat shocked at his actions. When he broke the kiss and led her off the boat she hardly registered that she was walking onto the beach. The scenery could have been close to paradise but the humiliation of having her body on display for any person that cared to look took away any pleasure she might have found here. The morning sun poured down on exposed flesh and she was glad for the warmth, even as her cheeks flushed at being more exposed than she had ever been in her life.
There was very little activity going on around them as they made their way to the mansion, and Dylan was silently grateful. Only a dozen or so workers surrounded the docks and they had more than likely seen enough flesh working here that one more beautiful woman wasn't holding their attention. "Head up sweetheart, this will all be over soon," he spoke quietly as he stole a quick look back at his girl seeing how embarrassed she was.
When they made it to the front door they were greeted by a lovely Jamaican slave girl and ushered inside. Cayce was shocked at the warm smile the woman wore and very little else. She appeared to be completely content and that shocked her.
"Master has prepared for you, if you will follow me please," glancing under lowered lashes at the handsome man before her she hoped to be allowed to serve him later.
Dylan gave a nod of his head to the beautiful girl and held out his hand for her to lead the way. He hoped that Serif had put them in the same room, but somehow doubted that would be the case. Now that he had decided he wanted Cayce, it was more likely he would place her in a private room so when she made her choice he could visit her.
"This will be your room Sir," she had led them upstairs and down a long carpeted hall. "Your slave will have the room adjoining yours." Smiling again she opened the door and hoped he would invite her inside.
"Thank you girl, you may your leave." He didn't spare the girl another glance as he walked into his room. He wanted to get settled and then help Cayce find her sister as soon as possible. This farce was something he wanted to end as soon as possible.
With a respectful nod of her head the slave girl turned to walk away. Years of training under Serif had taught her to show no emotion. She could only wonder if the new slave was to be a new gift for her Master as she departed.
Cayce walked inside the lavishly furnished room and was surprised at her surroundings. She somehow had it in her mind that as a slave, she would be given something plain. This room spoke of old money and elegance and she just shook her head. It was easy for her to see how these women got caught up in this fantasy world. For a person who had never really seen how the upper-class lived, she could only imagine that this seemed like a dream come true for them.
She didn't have any luggage with her so she walked over to the curtains and stared outside at the incredible view. The blue-green water of the ocean waves pounding against the shore was breathtaking. Had she clothing she would have opened the curtains all the way and stood outside on the veranda to get a better look. A soft knock on the interior door interrupted her thoughts. Walking toward the door she opened it knowing it was Dylan.
He walked into the room and glanced around making sure that everything was perfect enough for her before speaking. "We need to walk around the mansion and see if we can find your sister."
"I'm ready when you are, Sir." She was anything but ready, the thought of walking around and running into other people here was enough to make her nauseated. She wasn't a coward though, she came here to find Cait and she would follow through no matter how humiliating it was to her.
"It's still early so there shouldn't be that many people around, if we find her now we can get out of here before the weekend crowd arrives." He knew just how uncomfortable she was, and had she not been pretending to be here to find a Master he would have given her a robe to slide on. He had decided that if she did forgive him for this he would never allow her body to seen by another but him, even his own servants.
Picking up her leash, he led her back out into the hall, he walked with the assurance of a man who'd visited this place several times. He had only spent two weeks here ten years ago but the memory of that visit still was imprinted on his mind. During those days he had been the slave and the woman that trained him had brought him as her pet. It wasn't something he ever discussed these days, but the thoughts still filled him with warm memories.
Making their way down the stairs he decided to start in the gym. Serif enjoyed keeping his slaves fit and required them all to work out. It was one of the few things they completely agreed on, a sound mind began with a healthy body. There were a few girls exercising and they stopped what they were doing when he entered and knelt.
"Please continue with your training," it was readily apparent that Serif had these girls trained to consider any male that walked here a Master. "Could you tell me where the girl Cait is?" He turned to a petite brunette and spoke politely, being sure to keep his eyes on her face.
"She is in the pool room, Sir." Lowering her eyes respectfully she clasped her hands behind her and pushed her breasts forward, showing that she was available for his use.
"Thank you girl, please carry on." Tugging slightly on Cayce's leash he left the gym quickly. He waited until they made it out of earshot before speaking again. "If Serif is in the room with her, I will attempt to distract him so you can talk to her."
"Those girls would have done anything you asked of them Sir," she was beyond angry as she thought about that and couldn't keep the sneer from her face.
"Serif has them trained to do just that it appears." He knew she was pissed but there was little he could offer her in the way of explanation. It was basically what she saw, these girls would fuck him on command if he asked.
"I would never be your whore, Sir." She wasn't sure why she felt the need to state that fact, but had no intention of taking it back.
"I would never ask or allow you to serve any other man but me," he spoke the words a little more forcefully than intended, but the thought of any other man touching her pissed him right the fuck off.
Smiling at his words she nodded, feeling a little better about their relationship. "I wouldn't share you with another slave either Sir."
He chuckled at her words and shook his head. "I would never ask that of you either Cayce." He was pleased that she was speaking her mind today. This was how he wanted her to be, not one Serif's little puppets here that had only one thing in mind. It was nice to have a woman willing to please him, but never would he want one that did so without considering her own desires. His thoughts made no sense even to him and he just shook his head again.
"Is something wrong, Sir?" She hoped he wasn't angry that she voiced her opinion, but felt the words needed to be said.
"No, all is well girl, I just want to find your sister and get the hell out of here." He knew that what he planned to offer her when they left this place was the right thing to do now more than ever. It was apparent that he had been fighting off his needs for years without even realizing it. Tugging on her leash again slightly, he winked before leading her along.
As they made their way into the pool room Cayce couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her lips as she saw her sister. She was bent over a bench as some strange man took her from behind roughly. For a moment she was frozen as she watched the large man pull her head back roughly by her long hair. Tears were streaming down her sister's face and there was no joy on her face whatsoever. She turned her face into Dylan's shirt and forced back the whimper that threatened to escape.
"That's how a little slut with no manners should be treated," the man forcefully slammed into her a few more times before pulling out and spilling his seed on h
er back. Standing up he zipped up his pants and without a backwards glance at the slave he walked toward them. "I'm done with this cunt, show her who's boss quickly, she's got a mouth on her." Without another word he walked out of the pool room.
Dylan held Cayce to his chest tightly until the man had left, knowing this had nothing to do with the lifestyle he had chosen to live. This was wrong on many counts and he pushed Cayce back slightly and walked over to kneel at her sister's feet.
"Cait," holding out his hand he waited for her to take it. As she lifted haunted eyes up to his he felt anger move through him in a rush that had him thinking violent thoughts. No one should be treated this way, his mind fumed.
"I will do whatever you want," keeping her eyes lowered, Cait didn't want to suffer another onslaught like the one she just went through. This wasn't what she wanted, but how was she going to get herself out of this mess? Tears continued to streak down her cheeks.
"Cait," walking over she could sense her sister's pain and humiliation, "it's time to come home." Lowering herself to her knees in front of her she wrapped arms around her tightly. Her own tears poured down her cheeks.
"What are you doing here Cayce?" Pulling out of her sister's embrace she looked at her undressed state and a look of horror found her face. Turning to look at Dylan's outstretched hand she shook her head in confusion. "Please tell me you're not mixed up in this." The horror turned into pity as her eyes pleaded.
"We've come to take you home Cait," Dylan wasn't prepared for her violent reaction and when she stood and slapped him soundly across the face, he could only look on in shocked amazement.
"You keep your filthy hands off her, she is not a whore." Cait reached down to pull Cayce up by the arm, then pushed her behind her own body seeking to protect.
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