by Galia Ryan
“Master.”
She was in his arms, her head on his shoulder. He stroked her hair as if she were a child.
“Take off your clothes for me,” he said softly.
When she was naked he bent her forward over the arm of the sofa. Somehow she knew what would come next. There was a loud crack as his hand landed hard on her bottom. She yelped as much in shock as pain. A moment later his hand landed on the other cheek.
She knew better than to move or protest. The cheeks of her arse were burning, but she relished the pain, certain it was well deserved.
“Count each smack out loud, Anna.”
“Three,” she managed as his hand came down again.
“Four.”
“Five. Please, no more.”
“Six. Please, Master. You have punished me enough,” she moaned.
“Have I?” He leaned down. “Are you forgetting that this is our last time together? Are you sure you don’t want me to carry on?”
“If it pleases you, Master.”
There was little else she could say.
He smacked her again.
“You’re not counting.”
“Seven. Eight.”
He made her stand and ran his hand over her backside. Each cheek was red and burning, and she flinched, praying he would not smack her again. She was hurting enough already.
“Kneel and open your mouth.”
Gratefully she sank to the floor and waited, mouth open. Adam unzipped his jeans and fed his cock between her lips until it was jammed at the back of her throat. Then, twisting his hands into her hair, he used her without mercy.
She was glad to be naked when she served his cognac afterwards, knowing his pleasure in using her did not end simply because he had orgasmed. As she leaned forward to place the heavy crystal balloon on the coffee table, he cupped her breast.
“You have perfect tits,” he told her.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Nice and firm, but still big enough to please.”
Anna lowered her head, trying to hide her pleasure.
“Why don’t you play with them for me? You know I like to watch you do that.”
She knelt in front of him and, cupping each one, dug her fingers into her flesh. She teased her nipples to harden them, hoping he would be pleased at how long and firm they could become.
When he reached out and firmly grasped one of them to pull her towards him, the pain was exquisite. He put his mouth over hers, and she welcomed his tongue. Then he removed his clothes and pushed her onto the sofa. When he lay on top of her, she couldn’t stop touching him, wanting to feel every bit of him. He didn’t need to tell her what to do. She grasped her thighs and bought her legs up in order to allow him to choose which of her holes would serve his purpose.
He looked down at her.
“How could you have ever thought you could live without this?”
He rode her until she reached the plateau she craved.
“Oh my God,” she murmured. “I want. I want. Please don’t stop.”
“Never.”
She went into her other world. Her clit was alive, her breasts were alive, her skin was alive. Every touch brought extreme pleasure and extreme pain. She was too far gone to determine which she needed more.
She pleaded with him to force himself deeper into her and lifted herself even higher in order that he could do so.
“Give me your cum, Master,” she begged. “Shoot it deep it into your slave’s womb.”
“You don’t deserve it.”
“Then punish me, Master.”
She relished the cruelty of the fucking she received as he pounded uncaringly at her tender insides. His lack of concern for her or her pleasure only served to drive her higher. When finally he came, she arched her back, desperate to ensure his seed reached the very depths of her being.
When she woke, the shadows on the ceiling had given way to the pearl grey of early morning light.
“Good morning.” Adam smiled down at her.
“Hi.” Her response was drowsy with the last vestiges of sleep and contentment. She rolled towards him and nestled into his arms.
She wondered what could be better.
“Have you time for coffee?” he asked.
“Most definitely.”
“In that case, we’d better get up.”
“Would it be all right if I had a quick shower?” She knew she had no right to ask.
“Sure. Use mine.” He threw back the bedcovers. “Think you can find the kitchen?”
“I’ll follow the smell of brewing coffee.”
She showered hurriedly, conscious that the favour was one she had never asked of a client. Usually she waited until she got home for the pleasure of steaming hot water and scented bubbles to cleanse herself of any trace of her work.
“Sugar?” Adam asked as she entered the kitchen.
“No, thanks.” She looked around her, eyes wide. The colour scheme was monochromatic: glossy wine-red floor-to-ceiling cabinetry ran along two walls, while the huge stainless steel preparation island at which Adam was sitting with his laptop wouldn’t have looked out of place in a commercial environment.
“Oh wow. This is some kitchen.”
“I like it,” he said. “Here, sit down.”
“Busy?” she asked.
“Unfortunately it comes with the territory.”
He passed her a mug.
“I hope it’s how you like it?”
“Perfect.” It was. Dark and intense.
“I have a proposal for you.”
Anna carefully placed the mug back on the gleaming bench top and waited.
“In five days I’m flying to California, where I’ll be for about three months. After that I expect to be in Europe. I want you to come with me. If you choose to do so, there will be rules.” He paused.
“Go on.”
“It goes without saying that you will lose all free will. You will eat when I say, sleep when I say. You will have no thoughts other than to please me. Obviously you will not work for the agency anymore, nor will you live in your apartment. I will arrange for the lease to be terminated, and everything you own put into storage.
Anna was stunned.
“You will not be my prisoner. That’s not what I want. And there will be an upside. Apart from the travel and lifestyle, which I think you will enjoy, I will place two hundred thousand dollars in an account of your choice. Look upon it as compensation for lost earnings.”
“What if the arrangement doesn’t work? I mean,” Anna was trying to think, “what if either of us wants out?”
“Good question. Should that happen you will be free to go, and we will never see each other again.”
“And after twelve months?” she asked softly.
“If you choose to stay with me, I will make another deposit, and the terms will remain the same.”
He leaned forward, his body language making her uneasy. She sensed that, having offered her what could be described as the better part of the deal, he was now going to tell her, in detail, the other.
“You are intelligent and you understand exactly what I am offering. Love, or any other emotion, is not included in the package. Can you live with that?” He paused. “If it’s any consolation, you will be cared for and never put in any danger. Neither will I abandon you, although I will warn you now that there will be times when I will have no need of you.”
For a long moment she was silent.
“May I think about it?”
“You have five days. And then I will be gone.”
* * *
Adam was extremely pleased with the way everything had turned out. Stephanie, as usual, had been right all those months ago. Anna was a natural submissive and it would be hard for her to fight such basic needs. The first time he had booked her he had no thoughts other than his own pleasure. By the end of the second evening he had been intrigued. The third had proved the catalyst. Her response to being dominated, and the fact that sh
e quickly proved a willing pupil, had opened up the idea of outright ownership of her.
A series of delicate negotiations with Stephanie had been necessary; after all, Anna had already shown the potential to be a first class asset for the agency. Between them they came to a compromise. Anna was to remain with the agency for as long as possible and he would have full access to her, naturally at a heavily discounted rate. Stephanie had also suggested—quite rightly as it turned out—that the more successful an escort Anna became, the greater level of dominance she would need. It was the perfect win-win situation.
Adam was grateful that she had thought to alert him to Anna’s decision to leave the agency and in return he had assured her he would do whatever it took to talk Anna out of it. Of course he didn’t tell her he intended to double-cross her and take Anna away instead. Stephanie would be furious, but she would come round eventually; he was too valuable a client for her to bear a grudge for long.
There was another reason Adam wanted to own Anna, one he found difficult to admit, even to himself.
He loved her.
Determined she would never know that he was as much her slave as she was his, he planned to punish her for unknowingly breaking through the barrier he had erected. He would use her mercilessly and allow others to do so as well. He would humiliate her by fucking other women in front of her. She would be his slut, his whore, his slave.
Until she slept.
Then, in the darkness, he would allow himself the luxury of holding her close and breathing in the essence of her. His lips would linger on her skin with no more presence than that of a butterfly sipping nectar from the throat of an exotic bloom. And he would ease back the sheets to marvel at the perfect curve of her thigh or the sensuousness of her belly. Though he knew to do so might weaken his resolve, for those few brief hours he would open his aching heart and allow himself to love her for what in reality she was—his woman.
Chapter 28.
It was Tuesday. In two days Adam would be flying to the States. In four Jake would move in with her.
Why was life so difficult when it should be so easy? The question should be a simple one. With which of the two men did her future lie?
Jake, who wanted nothing more than to love her, or Adam, who fulfilled her?
Love or Lust? That was really the choice.
The last two nights she had drunk herself to sleep, on both occasions believing that she had finally made up her mind, only to change it in the morning.
Adam or Jake?
One would give her short-term material security and the chance to travel. Life with him would be exciting and complex. The other offered only himself and his love. He would care for her, nurture her, and create a new life with her. She would meet his parents; he would meet her father. They would plan their marriage and be thrilled when they discovered that she was to bear his child.
Adam promised none of this. Instead, he would surround her with wealth and men who would use her. There would be five-star hotels in places she could only dream of, and accounts in her name at exclusive stores.
Silver charms or gold beads?
When she was six her father had shown her the simplest way to resolve a problem. He had taken a dollar from his pocket and told her that he would throw it into the air. When it landed on the floor, whichever side of the coin was uppermost would determine the answer.
That first time she had tested it was to choose the contents of her lunch box. Heads she decided would give her ham sandwiches, tails cheese.
She frowned, trying to remember the outcome, but it was all too long ago.
Now she looked at the coin in her hand.
Why not, she thought. She couldn’t choose on merit, so why not rely on fate?
Heads would be Jake, tails Adam.
She took a breath and, closing her eyes, launched the coin into the air.
* * * * * *
Convent educated from the age of four, Galia Ryan was brought up not to question. Perhaps because of this, she has always been fascinated by all things esoteric and “outside the square.” Originally from Sussex, England and now living in New Zealand with her soul-mate husband and grown-up family, Galia tries to find time between her passions for writing and reading for her other love—travel. There is always a growing list of must-see places. Choices is her first novel, and the first of a trilogy. Secrets and Lies will be published by Fanny Press in 2013.
You can find Galia on the Web at:
Galiaryan.fannypress.com.
