“Master!” She cried out and he thrust two fingers inside her. His touch was so different from his partner’s; she knew he at least wanted her to feel pleasure. She was a little afraid of what he had planned, but that had become a normal undercurrent of his presence. His partner would only hurt her. She tightened her fingers in his hair and she felt his satisfied growl against her clit.
He wasn’t gentle. His thrusts inside her were hard enough to make her feel bruised, and after a moment he thrust a third finger inside her and she rose up on her toes and cried out. He bit down on her clit, and pulled her pussy back against his mouth by her thigh. The orgasm surged inside her and she tried to close her thighs, fighting against his grip on her leg. His fingers thrust again sharply and he breathed against her clit, “Come for me.”
And she did. Her body released and her head snapped back against the wall as waves of pleasure made her shake against him. His tongue dragged it out, lapping at her as he held her up. Just as the orgasm was winding down, he curved his fingers inside her and bit down on her clit and she fell over the edge again. She knew her fingers were painfully tight in his hair, but she needed the center as she fell apart above him. He was merciless, licking against her until she was murmuring little pleas for him to stop. Her body too sensitive for more, her legs shaking.
He tilted his head away from her grip and she released his hair quickly, afraid suddenly that he was angry with her for it. But he stood up and she could see the way his eyes darkened with passion. His mouth was wet with her, and he kissed her. She tasted herself, and the alcohol, and him. That dark, masculine taste of his skin. With his mouth on hers he slid his hands under her thighs and lifted her against the wall, pinning her there at his waist. He pulled back from her lips to stare at her.
“Master – thank you.” Her breathing was still ragged from the intensity of the orgasms he’d given her. She knew her pussy was slick and hot pressed against his skin.
“Don’t thank me.” His voice was rough as he dropped her slightly and impaled her on his cock. With her weight in his arms he bottomed out instantly, a sharp ache inside her as he went painfully deep. She moaned and he lifted her and thrust hard again. He pressed her against the wall with his shoulders, and fucked her hard. He stretched her in this position and she ached as he filled her over and over. Her body eventually caught up and waves of pleasure began to pulse inside her every time he bottomed out. She was moaning in time with him, listening to his breath coming faster and faster as his muscles bunched under her hands.
Another orgasm crested inside her and she bit down on her lip to try and hold it back, but he could feel her, and his voice growled in her ear, “Come, Thalia.” And he thrust again, driving her hard against the wall and the wave hit her. She arched against him, screaming with the release, but he was bigger and stronger and he pinned her against the wall as his cock pulsed inside her. The heat of his seed filling her. Her body was exhausted, and shivering between him and the wall.
“Master...” She sighed and he wrapped an arm around her back and started walking with her back to the bed. He dropped her there, still inside her and just looked down at her. Even through the haze of her arousal she could tell he wasn’t himself, and it wasn’t just the drink. He was staring at her in a different way. He slid out of her and laid his head on her stomach. Reaching up he grabbed her hand and pushed it into his hair as his warm cheek heated her skin further, and his breath blew out over her hip.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. Her breath caught as he spoke, and her fingers moved through his hair automatically. A soothing gesture, but there was nothing else she could do. Nothing else she would do. She couldn’t forgive him, especially not as his fingers began to trace the tattoo he’d had Thomas do that afternoon. But if he really felt sorry, then maybe he’d keep her safe. His fingers dug into the outside of her hip in a warning and she winced.
“Yes, Master.” Her words were coated in her urge to cry, but he ignored it, or didn’t care. He slid up her body and kissed her again, gently but deeply. His weight pressed her into the bed and his hands wound carefully in her hair, holding her to him.
Her thighs were slick with the remnants of their orgasms, but he pressed his hips between them anyway and then he stilled; his body flush to hers. He took a few deep breaths, grinding his hips against hers, and then he kissed her again and slid off her to her side. She was staring at the ceiling trying to calm her heart rate when he twisted to lay on the bed properly.
“Come here.” His voice was slurring even more, and it was low and satisfied. She shifted up the bed and he grabbed her by her hair to bring her down next to him. It hurt but she bit her lip against the complaint. The state he was in, she wasn’t sure how much it would take for him to want to punish her. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back tight to the front of his body. His grip was almost suffocating and they were both still so hot, but she didn’t fight him.
“Master?” She didn’t know what he wanted, but she knew she didn’t want to risk him giving her to his partner, despite his drunken promises.
His hand pushed between her thighs and rubbed her swollen clit, her hips bucked against his hand even though she really didn’t want any more attention. He groaned into her ear, “Don’t move. I want you in my arms all night...” His voice was heavy with sleep, and she was taken aback by how strangely sweet the command had been.
“Yes, Master.” She whispered and tried to get comfortable with one of his hands buried between her legs and the other loosely tangled in her hair. She listened to his breaths as they lengthened and slowed, eventually settling into the slow rhythm of sleep. She wasn’t sure how much longer it took her to fall asleep, or how many times his fingers moved against her clit and woke her up in her sleep. But she did sleep, eventually, pressed tightly against him.
Chapter Nine
The loud knocking on the door jerked her awake a half-second before the guard’s fist tightened painfully in her hair. She yelped and he groaned, and buried his face against her shoulder. It was almost cute, if she ignored the stinging of her scalp, or the way his hand cupped her between her legs. She knew he had to be hungover and he was hiding from the light and the sound by pressing himself against her skin.
“Open the door. Now.” His partner. She couldn’t possibly forget him. The cold voice was unmistakable and as he gave the command through the door it made her heart stutter.
The guard lifted his head and leaned back from her body, removing his hands from her. She watched as he stretched back, and he grabbed something from the table by his bed and hurled it across the room. It broke as it crashed into the door with force. His alarm clock.
She jumped at the loud sound of it breaking and he flopped back to the bed next to her, muttering a stream of quiet curses.
“Where’s the girl?” His partner’s voice came through the door again, unbothered by the crash.
“In here, dammit!” The guard yelled at the door and immediately seemed to regret it, covering his eyes with his arms. She winced when he yelled but he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom without looking back at her. The door slammed shut, leaving her alone in his room with his partner at the door. She was shaking again, and she hated herself for being so weak. The screens on his desk were on again and she could see the whole house in tiny frames.
Getting out of bed she crept over to them and jumped as another round of banging sounded from the door. “Thomas is here with his girls.”
Just as the partner said, she could see them sitting in the living room in one of the little screens. Thomas was on one of the couches with Anna and Kaia sitting on either side of his feet. He was looking at something in his hands, likely a phone. Her fingers itched to grab the phone on the desk, but there was no way she’d get away with using it.
She heard the toilet flush and water running. Then the bathroom door opened and she dropped to her knees, keeping her head down. The guard didn’t speak to her, he just tapped a code into the door and opened
it with a jerk. “Then bring the girls so they can get her ready.”
“I can take her to them.” His partner’s voice could have frozen water. “You don’t seem to be in the best condition this morning.”
“No. Bring them here.” He said it gruffly, and then slammed the door in the man’s face.
She heard him move towards her and she flinched. His hand pushed the hair out of her face softly and then lifted her head to look at him. “Thalia, you have to be perfect today. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” She whispered, and she noticed he looked pale, and his eyes were red. Definitely a hangover.
“I -” he paused, swallowing, “I will not be able to keep him from you if you misbehave.”
She nodded, fighting down the urge to cry again. Today was the day. Someone was on their way to buy her. The words came out of her mouth again, but her voice shook, “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” He let go of her face, his thumb tracing her jaw gently before he stepped back.
A soft knock came at the door and he went to it. When he opened it this time, both Anna and Kaia were kneeling at the door, and the guard was still naked. Kaia blushed prettily, and spoke, “Sir, we’re here to help with Thalia if you still have a need for us.”
“Come inside, girls.” He stepped back from the door and they crawled forward, dropping back into kneels. He shut it gently behind them. “I need you to keep Thalia in her room until the party. No questions. If anyone other than myself or your Master comes in, you should call for us. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” They said in unison, and the fear that had appeared when she’d heard his partner’s voice again grew stronger. He actually seemed concerned for her and what his partner would do.
“Good girls. You may take Thalia, and you may walk to the room. Go now.” He opened the door again and stood aside as Anna and Kaia approached and gently helped her to her feet. She twisted to look at him as they left but he had turned away, moving back towards his desk. Then Kaia shut the door, and guided her down the hall.
The moment they were inside the sunny room, Kaia grabbed her arm harder, pulling her out of Anna’s grasp. “Why were you in there with him? Why did he have you in there?”
“What?” Thalia was confused. Kaia almost seemed angry with her.
“That is HIS room!” Kaia dug her nails in more sharply and Thalia winced trying to pull her arm back. “Why would he have you in there?!” Her voice ratcheted up a notch, a tone of anger definitely present.
“He wanted me in there! Kaia, you’re hurting me!” Thalia grabbed on to Kaia’s wrist and pulled at her hand.
“Kaia, he took her in there. Let it go, you have a new Master.” Anna’s voice was the gentlest she’d ever heard it, and Thalia slowly realized that Kaia was upset because she’d been inside the guard’s bedroom.
“Did he not take you in there, Kaia?” Thalia asked gently, not understanding why Kaia was upset when she had someone like Thomas taking care of her.
Kaia let go of her and turned away, wiping her eyes. “No one is allowed in there but Mas- but him.”
“I didn’t ask to go in there.” Thalia said defensively and tried to explain, but Kaia turned back and glared at her.
“Then WHY did he?” Kaia was really upset.
“His partner came for me, he was keeping me safe.” Before she was even done talking Thalia knew it had been the wrong thing to say. Anna grabbed Kaia as she lunged for her and Thalia stumbled backwards until she hit the wall.
“WHAT?!” Kaia screamed and Anna covered her mouth to silence her, holding her back against her. Kaia started sobbing and slumped to the floor. Anna followed her down, mumbling soothing words in her ear.
“You should go shower. Now. Make sure you’re completely shaved.” Anna’s voice was serious and she pointedly looked at the door to the bathroom, as she cradled the now sobbing Kaia. Thalia took the suggestion and quickly left them alone.
She stayed in the relaxing heat of the water long after she was done. Her mind was racing. Kaia clearly cared about the guard, and was angry that he’d taken Thalia into his room. She’d been even more upset when she’d found out why. There was only one reason for that… the guard hadn’t kept his partner from Kaia – and he’d definitely never taken her into his actual bedroom. The bathroom door opened and Anna stood in the doorway with her arms crossed.
“Breakfast is here, if you’d like to actually get out of the shower.” Anna rolled her eyes and walked back into the bedroom. She left Thalia to flip off the water and dry off as much as she could, trying to get the towel under her cuffs and the collar. A set of fresh bandages had been left for her feet and she wrapped them quickly the way her Master always did.
She was rubbing the towel through her hair when she stepped into the bedroom. Both girls were sitting on the floor around a tray of food, and Anna was using her kit to touch up Kaia’s makeup.
“Come eat.” Kaia said weakly and pointed at the blank side of the triangle they were forming around the tray.
“I’m so sorry, Kaia.” Thalia said as she sat down by them. She didn’t know what else to say. Her own response to the guard was complicated. A mix of fear and hatred and lust for the pleasure he gave her. No matter what though, if Kaia had been with his partner, Thalia knew it couldn’t have been good.
“It’s not your fault, but you’re lucky. You should just know that, you’re very lucky.” She sniffled and looked away. Anna leaned over and brushed Kaia’s thigh before gesturing at the food.
They ate and then talked about the rules for the party that the guard asked them to review. She learned that Anna and Kaia wouldn’t be there, because it would confuse the guests. Thalia had then double and triple checked that this did, in fact, mean that she would be alone in a house full of men who wanted to buy her. They had both shrugged and nodded, reminding her that Kaia had been through it as well. When she asked them what would happen at the party they refused to answer. Kaia said it wouldn’t help to know, and that made Thalia’s stomach drop.
As the day passed Thomas came by to check on the tattoo, and immediately noticed Kaia’s distress. He wrapped her in an embrace that seemed genuinely affectionate, and kissed her gently. She even heard them have a quick conversation about whether Kaia wanted to leave earlier than planned, but she declined. The care he showed was real, and Anna had apparently chosen him of her own free will. Kaia had mentioned it the day before. Thomas also always seemed to be fair. He made sure he kissed Anna before he left, murmuring in her ear, and even winked at Thalia with a reassuring smile when he left three covered dishes for lunch.
Thomas seemed to be an example of how this life could be. Not like walking on eggshells, not living in fear moment to moment. She was irrationally jealous of the girls.
Soon after lunch Anna and Kaia went into the whirlwind of getting her ready. They made her lay on the floor and reshaved her, which left her blushing and sent Anna into a huff about not knowing where to apply blush if she couldn’t see natural skin tone. Thalia was in a daze though, the guard was going to sell her and she didn’t know how she felt about that. He also hadn’t come to see her at all.
After his drunken half-confessions she’d imagined him never leaving her side today. She’d thought he would guide her through what would happen at the auction, prepare her mentally and maybe bed her one last time before he sold her. Part of her had looked forward to it, even though it was hard for her to admit. One last chance with someone who might be at least a little gentle, who might care about her pleasure.
Anna snapped her kit shut and it brought Thalia back to reality. “You’re an idiot, but you really are beautiful.” Her delicate hands tucked a wavy strand of Thalia’s hair behind her ear.
“The party will start soon.” Kaia said and gave a half smile.
“What? It’s only the afternoon!” Thalia turned to them and they smiled.
“Many of the guests have planes to catch, or have to return home. And whoever buys you
will want to spend time with you tonight.” Kaia shrugged like it was obvious. And it was, it made much more sense to have it earlier. Thalia had imagined it as some secret meeting in the middle of the night, where everyone would drive away unseen. Dark and clandestine.
But this wasn’t a movie.
She didn’t need a frightening setting to make her realize her situation was serious. It could be sunny in his beautiful living room, and she’d still be terrified. Worried she’d end up with someone closer to his partner than someone like Thomas.
“We have to leave, Thalia.” Anna could see the panic on her face and she shook her head, “It’s going to be okay, just wait for your Master, alright?” Anna squeezed her shoulder with something almost like kindness.
Kaia just hugged her, and the feeling of the other woman’s naked body against hers was different. She’d never hugged a naked woman. It almost made her laugh after everything she’d been through in the last week, to be taken aback by a hug. It was also the second one she’d received since he had taken her. “Make sure you don’t embarrass him, Thalia. It’ll only hurt you in the long run.”
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