She sat in silence next to him, his hand pushing through her hair, and then gripping it loosely to hold her next to him. “You’re such a good girl, Thalia, when you try. Promise me you’ll behave today, so I don’t have to punish you?”
Thalia bit her lip and swallowed, terrified of a repeat of the day before. She knew her body was tinted with bruises all over, her feet still wrapped in bandages. She didn’t have the strength for a repeat. “I promise, Master.”
His mouth was on hers before she finished speaking, his tongue darting in and she murmured against him. The way he kissed could almost distract her from the day ahead, the possibilities of what his friend might do to her, and the terror of his partner’s arrival. He stood up and pulled her up with him, his fist in her hair making sure he never lost contact with her mouth. His other hand pressed her against him, and she could feel how hard he was. He broke the kiss with a run of smaller kisses across her jaw and down her neck that had her body humming. She was already wet again, and she silently cursed herself for responding to him like she did.
His grip on her neck pushed her toward the bathroom and she moved with him. When he got to the shower he flipped the water on and pulled his shirt off revealing the lean muscles of his stomach again, and her eyes moved to his waist as she felt her heart rate increasing again. When he pushed his pants down his cock sprang forward, and he smiled at her when he saw her eyes on him. Thalia turned her head away and he laughed as a blush raced up her chest again.
“Yeah, we both know who you were dreaming about.” He knelt in front of her and removed the bandages from her feet; his touch was ridiculously gentle. His thumbs brushing against her ankles as he balanced her and it made her body thrum.
“As you say, Master.” She muttered it and his eyes blazed when they looked up at her. His touch wasn’t gentle when he pushed her into the shower, and he immediately pressed her chest against the wall with his body. The water was warm as it poured over her from various showerheads, soothing some of the aches she felt. She pressed her hands against the wall, but stopped herself before she tried to push back and fight. He probably wanted her to fight, and she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“You don’t remember calling out for me?” His hand slid between her thighs and she moaned when he rubbed her clit. “You called me Master, Thalia.” As his fingers circled that bundle of nerves her hips bucked, but she gritted her teeth against the urge to confirm it. His mouth trailed down her neck and across her shoulder. He bit down as he thrust two fingers inside her, and she pushed back from the wall. It was what he’d wanted, his fist tightened in her hair and pressed her hard into the wall. His cock rubbed against her hip as he slid his fingers from her and returned to rub her clit.
“You woke me up calling for me.” His voice was low against her ear, and she whimpered, not wanting to admit to it, and hating herself for calling out for him. Her stomach tightened as she felt herself moving closer to the edge, but before she could even ask for permission to come he stopped touching her. The frustrated scream that came out of her was involuntary.
“Admit you dreamed about me, and I’ll fuck you.” He bit her ear lobe and she groaned, pressing her hips back into him. She wanted to refuse him, but he chose that moment to tease her clit again, and she moaned. “Admit it.” He growled against her ear and tightened his fist in her hair. She could hear the anger seeping into his voice and she whimpered.
“I did, Master.” She whispered against the wall, and he pulled her hair back so she was looking at him. He was smiling.
“Did what, Thalia?” His fingers rubbed against her clit again, and the heat coiled in her belly. She wanted the release. She’d dreamt of the release he could give her. She hated herself for it, she hated herself for wanting it now.
“I dreamed of you, Master.” She said it and he pressed her against the wall, his fist tight in her hair, positioning himself behind her. Her body tensed as she waited for him to take her.
“I know you did.” He thrust inside her hard and she moaned, her hips pressing back against him to get him deeper. She was a slut, no one else would act this way. “Did you dream of this?” His cock filled her, making her moan louder as he pulled almost all the way back and then thrust in again. “You wanted this, Thalia? Say it.”
She was crying against the stone tiles on the wall as her orgasm coiled around the base of her spine, threatening to release inside her at any moment. “May I come, Master?” She ground out the words in a shaking voice, and he thrust deep and held himself there.
“You can come if you say it.” His lips were against her ear, and she tried to twist her head away from him but his grip in her hair was too tight. “Say it.” He repeated and she wanted to scream.
“Yes, Master.” She whispered.
“Yes what, Thalia? You know I want you to use your words, don’t act stupid, it’s unattractive.” He ground his hips against her, teasing her closer and closer to the edge again until she let out a small gasp.
She’d begged him before, but for some reason this felt different and she was fighting it. Her mind chose that moment to remind her of the pain in the chair, of the alternative to the guard, and her resolve collapsed. “Yes. I want this, Master. Please, may I come, Master?”
He moaned his satisfaction at her response. “Yes, Thalia, you may.” His hips began to move again and his fingers found her clit, and quickly her body was shifting against him in time to his thrusts. He groaned and whispered against her shoulder, “You’re incredible.”
Then she fell apart as she came, her legs almost buckled but he’d been ready and he held her against him by her waist as her pussy clenched around him and he thrust again and again until he fell over the edge after her. Hot pulses of his seed filling her as he held her up and pressed her harder into the wall. She realized she was still crying and he held her back against him, using her hair to crane her head back.
“There’s no point in crying, Thalia. I told you that I wouldn’t have chosen you if I didn’t see a submissive slut inside you. You just need to accept it, stop fighting it.” He held her until she nodded, and she hated the part of her that agreed with him. From the first night she’d responded to him, she’d been questioning why. In so many ways it was nice to know what to do, and not have to make decisions in bed, to have a man control her in the ways she’d apparently always wanted but never had the words for. But he hurt her too, and he let others hurt her. She gritted her teeth and tried to pull herself together.
Whether or not he was right about her, crying wasn’t helping. She needed to stop crying. “Yes, Master.” His hands slid over her and soon she smelled soap, and she tried to relax into his firm touch as he massaged her sore muscles.
“Good girl.”
After their shower he gently rebandaged her feet and the dichotomy between when he’d hurt her the day before, and how gentle he could be as he cared for her, was incredibly confusing to her mind. She wanted to just blindly hate him, and he made that so difficult when he helped her, or acted concerned for her, or when he made her come so hard she saw stars. Eventually he left her in the room while he went to change, but he wasn’t gone long. When he returned she made sure she was already on her knees, made sure she followed him through the house on her hands and knees, made sure she kept her eyes down. With her behaving there wasn’t much for him to talk about, and he only spoke to her to guide her. She’d knelt by him for about an hour in his living room while he’d read, and he’d done nothing more than occasionally run his hands through her hair as it air dried.
He had her cleaning the kitchen from the breakfast he had made when the bell chime of a doorbell echoed through the house. He stepped into the kitchen and she dropped to her knees and she could hear the satisfaction in his voice, “Good girl, my friend has arrived. Come to the door with me to greet him and his girls.”
“Yes, Master.” She followed him and her mind was wondering what girls he was bringing. Was he referring to the man’s children? Hopefully n
ot. She imagined a wife and the shame that overwhelmed her at another woman seeing her kneeling, naked, at the feet of the guard made her want to throw up. The girls he referenced could be slaves like her.
Like her?!
Her heart pounded in her chest as she stopped where he pointed and she fought the urge to scream. When had she accepted that title? When had it become something she identified herself by?
Before she could analyze her moment of insanity any closer, the guard was opening the door and a man walked in smiling wide. “Thomas!” The guard laughed as the man approached him.
He was overly cheery, his voice loud in the living room, “Ah, my friend! I’m so glad to be invited to your home again so soon! Where is the latest acquisition?” They clapped each other on the back and then two beautiful young women stepped in behind him, each carrying a black box.
They were wearing thin dresses that didn’t exactly hide their forms at all. Not that it mattered because as soon as the guard shut the front door they set the boxes down and they both slid the straps off and the dresses dropped to the floor almost in unison. The two girls folded the colorful dresses and stacked them against the wall by the boxes before kneeling like the guard had taught her to. This left them only wearing wide matching cuffs on their wrists, and a thin leather collar around each of their necks. Their eyes stayed down, and it made Thalia uncomfortably aware that she should be doing the same. They were slaves, definitely slaves, and much better at it than she was.
She dropped her eyes just as the man, Thomas, bellowed again, “There she is!” His booted feet were suddenly in front of her and he tilted her chin up with a soft touch. “She’s gorgeous. It’s terrible that she hasn’t been very obedient. Bruised to hell, but at least her face is still pretty.”
Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but she bit her tongue to hold them back. Her Master appeared at Thomas’ side and he shrugged a little, “All that will heal, no scars other than her feet, and what’s most important is how well she responds.”
His friend grinned down at her, his finger stroking her cheek, “And I have enjoyed watching how well she responds. Any chance you’ll let me test her myself?”
Thalia tried to keep the panic off her face as her stomach twisted. The guard laid a hand on Thomas’ arm and he dropped his hand from her chin. “You can come by for the auction and bid if you’re that enamored. You know our deal.”
His friend laughed loudly, “I know, I know, I just get to watch my girls get her ready, and do my thing. I always have to ask though, who knows, you may take pity on me one day!”
The guard chuckled, but she knew his reactions well enough to know it was forced. He subtly stepped between her and Thomas, but the other man didn’t react, he just walked back to his girls. Thalia dropped her eyes again, but not before she’d seen the other girls clearly. One was very small framed, of Asian descent, with long, straight black hair to the middle of her back. The other was her opposite, tall and pale and white-blonde. They were both fit, but she saw neither of them had any marks. No bruises, no bandages.
“Anna and Kaia. Why don’t you take Thalia and start working with her? We will come by to check on your progress in a bit.” Thomas’ voice was warm when he spoke to them.
“Yes, Master.” They said in unison. The blonde turned and grabbed the box behind her, and then spoke in the softest voice.
“May I walk to carry the box, Master?” She kept her eyes down but he cupped her chin and she looked up at him with something like – love?
No way.
“Of course, Anna. You and Kaia may both walk to escort Thalia.” He took her hand and helped her stand and then kissed her. Thalia felt incredibly uncomfortable as they continued, it was passionate and Anna was moaning.
Kaia was squirming on the floor next to them, and she let out a whine. “Master?”
Thomas laughed softly as he pulled Anna back by her hair, she dropped her eyes as he helped Kaia to her feet and leaned down to kiss her as well. Kaia wiggled, her thighs pressing together as Thomas wrapped his hand in her hair. Her little murmurs were obviously from pleasure, and not fear. Thalia realized she was wet, her pulse pounding between her thighs as she stared. The guard was grinning and turned to look at her. He arched an eyebrow and she dropped her eyes to the floor, using her hair as a shield to hide the flush in her chest.
“Girls. We’re here to help Thalia and her Master.” Peeking through her hair she could see them both staring at Thomas with that look of infatuation, of devotion.
Both girls sighed, “Yes, Master.”
He laughed and turned back to the guard. “My friend, let’s catch up while the girls get started with her.” Thomas grabbed the other box and they walked past her. Her Master ran his hands through her hair as he passed by, but he let go quickly.
This left Thalia facing off with the two girls, at least six or seven inches different in height, but absolutely beautiful. Thalia stayed on her knees as they approached, both of them running their eyes over her. Anna made a tsk’ing sound and adjusted the box to her hip. “You’ve been fighting him hard, haven’t you?”
“He’s not a bad Master, you know. He’s just trying to train you, you should listen to him.” Kaia spoke up; one hand gently tugging at her mouth as she stared at Thalia. Neither of them had an accent, and both seemed incredibly comfortable being naked. Thalia was almost frozen in fear, and didn’t know how to respond to the girls.
Anna sighed and grabbed Thalia’s arm, tugging her to her feet. “Come on, we need to figure out what we can do with you.”
Kaia gasped and knelt down next to her. “What happened to your feet?!”
Thalia suddenly felt self conscious about her injuries. Both of them seemed so satisfied with their situation, and she didn’t want to explain her failed attempt at escape, or discuss what had happened after.
Anna sounded haughty when she spoke again, “Fine. Don’t talk, but you have to come with us.”
Kaia looked concerned, but kept her mouth shut as she stood and led them through the house to the yellow walled room. “It always looks exactly the same.”
They maneuvered her into the bathroom and Anna set the box on the counter, unsnapping the lid to open it up and she started taking out makeup and brushes and creams and things that Thalia had never even seen before.
Kaia’s words finally sunk in through her shock and Thalia’s voice broke as she finally spoke, “You were here? You were with him?” She stared into Kaia’s dark brown eyes and the girl brushed Thalia’s hair back with a wistful little smile. Kaia started pulling a brush through her tangles before she talked.
“Yes, almost two years ago now. I’ve been with my Master, and Anna, since then.” That strange little smile stayed on her face, “He’s very strict, but if you obey him he’s extremely giving.” Thalia looked at her in the mirror and saw that she was blushing prettily.
“She’s obviously not obeying him, look at her, Kaia. Master was right, she’s a mess. How are we supposed to make her presentable?” Anna spoke with unveiled disgust as she lifted Thalia’s arm and showed Kaia the purple and green bruises circling her wrists from the handcuffs on the first night. “Who is going to want to buy her when her body tells anyone who looks at her that she’s disobedient? Even if she fakes it for the auction, it’s obvious.”
Thalia opened her mouth to argue, but Kaia spoke up from behind her. “I had my share of bruises under his training as well, Anna. Not all of us came to this life voluntarily.”
“He took you too?” Thalia had twisted around to stare at Kaia. Thalia was a few inches taller than her, and a few inches shorter than Anna. But standing between the two of them, one dark and kind, one light and uncaring, it was clear they still had way more in common with each other than she had with them.
“Yes. He did.” Kaia pulled at her lips again, “But he was right. This is what I was meant for, and I’m very happy now.”
Thalia realized she was crying when Anna handed her a towel, and Kaia frowned
at her. “Stop crying, I need to put makeup on you.” Anna was so stern, and she held Thalia’s face still as she began brushing concealer and powder across her. Kaia was working on Thalia’s hair, working some kind of product into it that somehow captured the natural wave without weighing it down, or making her look like a crazy, unkempt club kid. It actually looked nice, but Thalia still couldn’t get over the fact that Kaia had been here, with the guard. Maybe Thomas would buy her and she could be happy like them.
“You should be grateful for your Master, not disobedient. He produces very high quality slaves.” Anna was moving quickly on the makeup, using an array of hues on her lids to exaggerate the colors in her hazel eyes.
“You’re so sweet, Anna.” Kaia was blushing and smiling at Anna.
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