by Talia Zane
“I do, and I am sorry for your grief. Our children will not replace your son, but I hope it will bring some happiness back to you.” He moved his fingers inside me again at that, snickering at my body tightening and the gasps escaping my lips, rephrasing his question with a thrust of his arousal against my ass tossed in. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t think beyond the rising pleasure of his touch and the way he played my body as well as he had honed in on my emotions. “I…I do, yes.”
“Yes what, Melody?”
Slamming my eyes shot, I grit my teeth and don’t move into his touch because I couldn’t bear if he took his hand away now, all while whispering the words he was determined to make me say and meant he won. “Yes, I want to come, Master.”
“Good,” he says with a wicked little laugh, thrusting his fingers hard inside against my g-spot and pushing his thumb against my clit at the same time. “Come for me.”
My pussy clenches around his fingers, my whole body tightening as the orgasm overtakes all my sense, and with nothing to hold on to, I was glad his body covered mine to keep me still.
He flipped my body over as the orgasm ended, the straps securing my arms crisscrossing because of the action, and opened the wrap to bare my naked form to his gaze as he stepped between my legs.
I lifted my head after he secured my legs around his waist, my eyes widening at the sight of his massive cock standing proud from its thatch of dark hair, and for a moment his size scared me. His dick appeared even bigger than Rohan’s had been and the memory of the pleasure-pain from it would’ve made me balk if I had any choice in the matter.
My head fell back to the bed as he rubbed the tip of his cock from the top of my labia down to the entrance of my pussy and back up again, coating himself with my arousal a few times before slowly pushing inside me.
After only an inch or two, he paused, his cock stretching me wide enough I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out from the sting, and he used the curve of his thumb and index finger on each hand to cup me on the underside of my knees.
With that, he stretched my legs as far apart as they would go and pushed them back a bit toward my head. I thought he intended to make it easier to get inside me, but as he began sinking inside my pussy once again, there wasn’t anything easier about his entry.
Didn’t seem to matter to him, however. The moment he sank all the way in, he pulled back out and started over again, going so slow I thought he would be at this all night long.
Then he kept my legs in the same position but grabbed firmly with his hands and on his fifth slow descent into my body, he pulled out and slammed back in, grunting loud and husky while I tilted my head back and screamed from his cock hitting my cervix.
Over and over he did this, his moans growing more and more pleased while my screams turned into incoherent sobs, the rawness of my throat causing me enough pain to make me hold my howls of pain back.
Inexplicable to my mind at that point, an orgasm hovered just out of reach, until I had the desire to thrust up against him as he pushed himself into me again. And the sudden rush of fluid at my action scared me even as the orgasm made my whole body shake from the intensity, the man responsible for it giving a final satisfied grunt, his cock buried inside me at our joint release.
I thought he would pull out, but he didn’t. He released my legs to let them relax while keeping his cock sheathed, covering my body until we were skin-to-skin and face-to-face.
His mouth found mine again and this time, he didn’t wait for me to let him in before shoving his tongue past my lips, demonstrating his passion and strength when it comes to getting what he wants for a few seconds before gentling his oral assault.
By the time he drew away, removing his tongue from my mouth, his cock was hard inside my pussy again, and when he began to move in and out in a slow, soothing pace, I knew it would be a long night for me no matter how much I wished for it to be over.
5
“Here is something to soothe your throat,” Layla said the next morning at breakfast, glaring at the other women when they giggled as she placed a hot teacup in front of me. “You will be fine by the end of the day when you drink this.”
Despite being skeptical of her assurance, I drank what she offered, twisting my mouth at the non-sweetened flavor, and the ladies murmured amongst themselves until I finished.
Then, when I set the empty cup back down, Layla lifted one brow at me in curiosity, and the others joined in watching me with interested expressions as she asked, “How was it?”
Unable to believe they wanted details of my evening with Marius, my face flushed, and my gaze dropped to my hands, which were now clasped in my lap. With a soft, uncomfortable laugh I muttered, “I think you know.”
“We all had different experiences our first time,” she said with a wave of her hand, her attitude so laid back it would take some getting used to, especially if they expected me to share the details of sex with the man we shared. “And since our lives revolve around Master, we love talking about him.”
Their faces were open and inviting. I didn’t want to deny them, not when they were and had been so kind to me since my arrival, so I pushed past my awkwardness at discussing sex and went with the most obvious observation, although I kept my eyes lowered. “He’s rather…big. It hurt a lot.”
“He is,” Lira piped up with a nod and a sweet giggle. “I was a virgin when I came here, and it took a while for him to get himself inside me.”
I winced, unable to imagine him fitting his cock in an untried body without some careful effort. “Damn.” Then, I lifted my gaze to look at each one of them, thinking them so young, even though they probably weren’t. “How long have you each been here?”
“Ten years for Mia and me,” Layla said, her sister nodding in agreement.
“Three years for me,” Lira answered with a smile and pointed at Kasha. “Eight years.”
I hadn’t heard Kasha speak yet but didn’t want to ask if she were incapable and moved my gaze to Greta, who said, “Six years,” after which Jesmine added her answer. “Will be four years soon.”
“And how did you all end up here?”
I knew as soon as the question left my mouth that I probably shouldn’t have asked and the way the women looked at each other almost confirmed it until Layla directed her brightest smile yet at me.
“Master rescued us from terrible men who either did or wanted to do awful things to their slaves.”
“Such as when my father sold me,” Lira clarified with a heartbroken expression. “He advertised my status as a virgin the moment I was of age, and at first, the highest offer came from a man who was known for his preference for virgins along with beating his slaves. Master was the only one with enough money to outbid him, and I am glad he did.”
My mouth gaped a little during her explanation, and I snapped it shut, wishing I were unable to believe a father would do such a thing, yet knowing many have done or would do the same for money. Her story almost meant if eighteen were the legal age, she wasn’t more than twenty-one now, if not younger since I didn’t know where we were at.
“I suppose technically he rescued me from an awful man, but…it wasn’t always bad.”
Layla nodded, her eyes shining as she leaned in toward me and clasped her hands on the table. “You were in love with the one who owned you before?” At the slight incline of my head, her whole expression saddened, and she flicked her gaze from my face to my stomach and back again. “And you had children.”
A statement, not a question, because it would’ve been hard for her to miss the stretch marks upon my naked arrival. My own eyes grew wet at the question, the ache of missing him always there and yet throbbing more when I thought about him. “Yes, a little boy. He was taken from me, along with his father, when his brother took over after their father’s death.”
All the women’s countenances shared the same horror and anger, each of them shaking their head while murmuring sympathies, and
in truth, it eased the ache a little. They were horrified and angered for me, for what happened, and for the first time in a while, I didn’t feel so alone.
Curious about their lives, I asked, “None of you have had children with…him?”
For some reason, I had difficulty murmuring the words Master out loud when it wasn’t in the bedroom, but I knew I would have to eventually, and it would probably slip out eventually with the more time I spent here.
Layla laughed as if my question were funny, all the others smiling as she did so. “No. Except for Lira, our previous owners made sure it wasn’t possible for any of us to have children, as they are too much trouble and cost. Good, too, as most of them are horrible people and shouldn’t be raising children.”
I could agree with that and wanted to ask why Lira hadn’t had children, but I didn’t even need to. She offered it up, and I appreciated her openness because I didn’t know why he wanted to have children with me when he’s had these women much longer.
“Master insisted he didn’t want kids with me when I first arrived because I was so young.” She shrugged, her expression assuring me she honestly didn’t care one way or another. “But then during an exam, it was discovered it would be dangerous for my health — even deadly — to get pregnant, so Master made sure that wouldn’t happen.”
Moving my gaze over all of them, tears pricked my eyes for these women who were denied the ability to become mother’s, and Layla patted my hand with a shake of her head. “Don’t be sad for us. Nothing can be done about it, and besides, now we have you to give Master children, and we will love those babies as our own.”
Their kindness and the tenderness in their expressions made me want to cry. I hadn’t been here long yet they already treated me like family, and that was something I hadn’t had in a long time.
And although the idea of being a slave forever — of never having any actual freedom other than what someone gave me — troubled me, I understood at that moment everything would be as best as they could be with these women supporting me in a way nobody ever had.
It had to be enough because it would probably be the only thing I could ever count on from now on.
I called him Marius in my head and refrained from referring to him out loud if I could avoid it, that way I didn’t have to address him as Master other than in the bedroom.
He didn’t join us ever. He never walked around the house; well, a mansion was more accurate and perhaps even bordered on being a palace.
This probably shouldn’t have surprised me, but my single experience long-term as a slave meant I lived in a house where this wasn’t the norm. Rohan and his entire family didn’t necessarily mingle with the slaves so much as use us, but they didn’t avoid us entirely outside the bedroom either.
So, it seemed I would only spend time with Marius in his room, and in reality, I should’ve been relieved. After all, if he just wanted to have sex with me, but left me to live as the other ladies did, then that wouldn’t be so bad would it?
Yet, inexplicably, it did bother me. This man wanted to have children with me. He said we would be parents together but what did that mean if he was never around? Would he never spend time with them? Or perhaps I would simply be a vessel, someone to have his children, and then he would spend time with them separate from me.
I didn’t share these thoughts out loud with the ladies. None of them would know; after all, no children have ever lived here. And they wouldn’t understand why I cared so much. Having never had children, none of them knew what it would be like to have a man want to spend time with you and your child because he loved you. None of them ever had what I had with Rohan, and I knew I would always compare things to him in the future, which wouldn’t serve me any good even if I couldn’t help it.
I figured they would believe me delusional also and find my thinking quite non-slave like. As a slave, I should simply do as told and not question anything. However, that’s exactly what I did — questioned everything, even if none of the words never materialized on my lips.
He didn’t request my presence in his room for the rest of the week, so I spent it learning the ways of the household, and joined in with the ladies for their daily chores.
But it wasn’t similar to Rohan’s place at all.
Here the ladies merely took care of themselves and the space they used, just as they would their own houses. They split up the dishes in a rotation so everyone did their fair share while each of us were responsible for our own washing — clothing and bedding. Fresh food and cooking ingredients were delivered — once a week, according to Layla — and we prepared our meals together in the kitchen.
What fascinated me was our easy access to things which could be used as weapons — such as the huge knives in the kitchen. But then I examined the guards who stood at doors as well as walked around the place and realized they weren’t afraid of us women. Not to mention that none of the ladies were stupid enough to attempt such a thing, not even me.
So except for the twenty-four security, it would’ve been easy to fall into thinking my life as normal and routine and mundane. There wasn’t the internet or a single telephone, but there was a large courtyard enclosed by a high and unclimbable stone wall with plenty of shade for fresh air, along with a huge library at our disposal, as well as a TV.
Upon discovering we could watch television, I attempted to determine my location by searching for local stations, but anything which might tell me was blocked by a password. Disappointing, of course, but not unexpected.
Not to mention, the part of me which had become used to being treated poorly found my new environment strange and I had a hard time adjusting, especially when it came to finding something to do outside of chores from morning to night.
Sometimes I joined the other women to watch television, who seemed to enjoy soap operas and sitcoms. The programs were in English, but having never watched much TV even as a kid, I usually brought a book in to read while they laughed around me.
And at night, I went to the room given to me. A small one, exactly the same as the other women’s except the one guard, told me I could have it painted any color I wish. All I had to do was pick a color, and it would be done, yet after a week, I still hadn’t decided.
On my sixth night there I stood at the doorway, taking in white walls that surrounded the double bed, the wood floors, and the lonely desk in the corner in a room with no windows. Dark, and barren, and pointless.
Just as choosing a color would be pointless.
So, I didn’t. Instead, I sighed and turned off the light, heading to bed to find my little bit of peace in the one place it was left — in my sleep.
6
Two weeks after my arrival, I still hadn’t spent another night with Marius, and in that time, my period came and went.
I wondered if he knew anything about cycles and when it would be the perfect time to impregnate me, and whether it would be safe to do so soon after my recent pregnancy ended.
Part of me hoped that he didn’t, that sex would never be timed right for conception, and I wouldn’t have a baby with a man who didn’t engage with me other than for sex.
But the other part, well…I missed my son, and I wanted to become a mother again more than anything. A baby would give me something to love and something to care for, keep me busy.
And I questioned what happened when the children grew up. What would become of them? They wouldn’t be slaves even if their mother were one, would they?
I didn’t know if I could ask Marius these questions and even if I did, he didn’t have to answer. He might tell me it wasn’t any of my concern and my standing as a slave told me no, it wasn’t.
Thinking back to Rohan and Tiaan, I wasn’t even sure our son had a birth certificate. How does one have a child with a person who is legally dead on paper, or doesn’t exist any longer in the eyes of the world?
Those were what I thought about, unable to do anything except think in my spare time with my whole world limited to the house
I lived in.
I almost wished for something, anything exciting to happen, but nothing did. Each day blurred with the next until I started to lose track of time and eventually begrudgingly accepted this new life of mine.
“I heard you have settled in.” He stood in front of me, towering over where I knelt on the floor, and gently stroked my hair as he spoke. “I was pleased to hear the others enjoy your company and am glad there haven’t been any issues.”
After a brief silence, he continued with a chuckle. “I should have given you time to adjust after your arrival, which is why I haven’t asked for you again until now. It has been a long month. How are you feeling?”
So many things to say, no right to say anything besides the proper and expected response. “Fine, Master, thank you.”
“Good.” His hand left my head, his feet my view, and after a moment, he said, “Come here.”
Rising, I lifted my eyes from the floor and found him sitting naked in an armless high-back chair by the curtain-less windows, which displayed nothing except darkness and a star-filled sky over an empty field.
It wasn’t my first glance of the outside in this house, but it certainly became the most beautiful one of them all, and by sitting in that chair in front of it, he looked like a King.
Which I suppose he was — the King of this castle, at least, who held my life in his hands.
I walked toward him at a slow, steady pace with my hands clasped behind my back, and when I finally stood in front of him, he smiled up at me.
He flicked his gaze down my body and back up when I didn’t return his smile, his hands resting in his lap as he commanded, “Undress.”
Easy enough to do.
Lifting my hands to the waist of the wrap, I untied the belt and let it hang, the wrap sliding open to bare me to his eyes. I stood before him nude as the fabric slid off my shoulders onto the floor, my arms hanging at my sides as I waited for his next order.
