Her Master's Christmas

by Lily White

  The playful display of festive colors that she was now pulling from her ears didn’t bother me, except for the simple fact that they were an outward display of her rebellion - of that part of her I’d been unable to reach.

  The studs removed, she fisted them in one hand before dutifully placing her hands in her lap. Once again, she was the picture of submission, a woman kneeling on a pillow at her Master’s feet, ready and willing to do anything she was ordered to do.

  A sigh of satisfaction blew over my lips, my hand splayed across her back. “That’s a good little whore. We can’t allow you to think that your Master has room in his life for games, can we?”

  She shook her head, a hint of color still staining her skin as her bottom lip pushed out into a delicate, trembling pout. Fighting against the urge to cry that was obvious in the darkening of her green eyes and the faint shimmer of unshed tears, she turned me on without so much as trying.

  I couldn’t let a good opportunity go to waste, now could I?

  Pushing up to my feet, I took measured steps around her, my gaze holding her in sight in hopes that the little beauty would give me reason to bend her over my knee. Normally, Rebecca’s eyes would flick up at me from beneath her thick lashes, but not this morning, and I knew she was mad for what I’d done.

  Perfect. I enjoyed her most when she was mad.

  Leaning back against the edge of my desk, I smiled down at her and commanded, “Stand up.”

  She rose to her feet with a lithe and graceful flow to her body. Standing before me, her eyes were trained to the floor, her chest moving softly with her breath.

  “I’m not pleased by your games, Courtesan. I would have thought you knew better than to tempt me with rebellion.”

  Sliding back, I seated myself on the surface of the desk and patted my knee. “Come accept the punishment you’ve earned.”

  The perfect pet, obedient and frightened, she closed the distance between us with a few steps. As soon as her body was pressed over my knees, I felt my breath shudder in my chest.

  My palm slapped her ass with such force that her body bucked forward, her face twisting into an expression of pleasure and agony. The sound of the second slap echoed off the walls of my office, and the third stained her cream skin a beautiful shade of rose.

  Beneath her, my cock was hard and rigid, so full I wondered if I’d be able to finish the punishment before bending her over the desk to take what was mine.

  Slaps four and five came in quick succession. I stood up, grabbing onto her body so that she wouldn’t fall to the ground with my sudden movement, and I positioned her over the desk, her glistening cunt staring back at me with need.

  So wet. Always so ready.

  Pulling my cock free of my linen pants, I wasted no time sliding it inside her body, her muscles undulating over the turgid flesh in a rhythm that was as hypnotic as it was divine. Pulling out so that just the head remained buried within the slick heat, my hands found her hips to hold her steady and I thrust into her again.

  She cried out, the sound like music to the ears of man who couldn’t get enough of the tight hold and the responsiveness of a body built for my depraved type of sin.

  CHAPTER THREE

  REBECCA

  Aiden Oliver is a complicated man. Focused. Driven. Arrogant. Conniving. But overall, complicated.

  After fucking me in his office, he left me bent over that desk for over an hour. I wasn’t allowed to move, to clean up, to so much as lift my forehead from the surface of the wood. I stayed there while he sat in his chair, his fingers tapping over his keyboard and his feet kicked up to rest just beside my head. He would wave his foot back and forth every so often, just enough to tap the side of his shoe against my ear. I didn’t have to look at him to know he was smug about committing that small insult.

  By the time he allowed me to move, my body was so sore I could barely manage walking behind him in route to my bedroom.

  He deposited me inside without so much as a goodbye, simply locking the door as continued punishment for my display of festive colors.

  I was left in the room for four hours, just long enough for my stomach to rumble with hunger and my bladder to scream out that it was time to find a bathroom. By the time Aiden collected me, I was well and thoroughly punished.

  Everything was fine between us once again. I’d had my fun and he’d taught me what comes with games played by pets against their Masters. The offense was minor, and thankfully, so were the consequences.

  Three days passed without much activity, but on the fourth, it was time for Aiden to go to work. We were attending a birthday party for Henley’s brother. The swankiest of the swanky would be there, a veritable sea of the rich, the elite, the beautiful and the powerful.

  Normally, I was on display at these little affairs - as artwork, entertainment and one time, as a serving tray - so it surprised me that Aiden had asked me to go as his date. Foolishly, I allowed myself to believe that going on his arm instead of being positioned naked somewhere in the room meant something.

  By six, my makeup and hair were finished, and I stood in front of a mirror admiring the sleek lines and delicate lace of the red bustier I’d selected to wear beneath my dress. I knew better than to wear panties. Aiden would never put up with something as prim and proper as that.

  My bedroom door slid open behind me, admiring eyes locking to the shape of my ass as soon as Aiden stepped foot inside. His liquid gaze traveled up my body, a smirk pulling at his lips to see the color bustier I’d chosen.

  It was Christmas time, and despite his punishments, I was wearing red.

  “Although I’d love to turn your ass the same color as that lingerie, I’m afraid we don’t have time.” His head canted to the side, his expression transitioning into his usual blank mask. “Take it off.”

  Forgetting my place, I complained, “But I thought I get to wear clothes this time since I’m your date and not your accessory.”

  “You’ll never be anything more than an accessory, Rebecca.” The chill in his voice tickled frozen fingers along my spine. “I sincerely hope you haven’t forgotten that.”

  I hadn’t forgotten, but I had hoped. And anything even resembling hope was stupid when it came to a man like Aiden.

  “I said take it off. I won’t repeat myself for a third time, Pet.”

  With trembling hands, I unfastened the bustier and allowed it to fall to my feet. Completely naked, I watched in the mirror as Aiden crossed the room to retrieve a dress from the closet. He closed the distance between us quickly with a sure stride. “You won’t be on display for this event. There’s a silent auction occurring and I don’t want you mistaken for a courtesan who’s lost the interest of her Master.”

  Handing me the dress, he took a few steps back while I pulled it on.

  “Besides,” he said, breaking the tense silence between us, “I have another use for you tonight. Specifically, my target.”

  Studying my reflection in the mirror, my eyes traced the shadow of my silhouette beneath the white, barely opaque silk. A large dip ran the neckline of the dress, barely covering my breasts. One small shift to either side and I might as well have been naked on top. Despite its sheerness or lack of sufficient material, the dress was beautiful.

  “Why do you need me? You normally hunt on your own.”

  Stepping up behind me, Aiden reached around my body to trace his fingertip down the neckline of the dress. I trembled when his touch skimmed the inside of my breast. “You’re the bait in this game, my pet. The woman I have in mind would prefer someone more like you than me.”

  A salacious grin pulled at his lips, heat sparking to life in his devastating eyes. “Your job is to get her alone without anybody seeing you with her. Once alone, you entice her like only a woman of your caliber can. Once she’s thoroughly enchanted, you convince her to sneak away from her handlers at night and meet you for a secret tryst.”

  His fingers traveled farther down my abdomen, his hand gripping the skirt of my
dress to pull it up and expose my legs. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his voice a seductive whisper. “Make sure she knows that nobody can see the two of you together.”

  My body trembled when his touch brushed between my legs. Moving at a lazy rhythm, he stroked his fingers over the sensitive skin. Losing strength in my legs, I collapsed back against him. He caught me easily with his other arm, his hand moving quickly to find the entrance of my body and slip a finger inside.

  “Can you do that for me, Rebecca? I’ll handle everything else once you get her alone.”

  I could barely talk after he pushed two more fingers inside me, his hand moving in slow thrusts that made me fight not to beg for more. He was toying with me, giving me just enough to make my body tremble, but not enough to push me to that peak I craved so desperately.

  Swallowing down the lump of need that was thick in my throat, I clenched my eyes shut and asked, “Handlers? Why does she have handlers? Who is she, Master?”

  “Aiden,” he whispered, “Tonight, you will call me Aiden. Consider it a fleeting gift that I’ll allow you to talk to me as if you’re an equal.”

  His thumb found my clit and rotated over it with soft circles. Not enough. The strength of his thumb wasn’t enough. He was teasing me, driving me completely mad.

  “And the woman is visiting from across the country. She’s attending this party with a friend. Her name is Molly and she’s been in town just long enough for me to learn everything I need to know about her. Spoiled little thing, really. Her daddy has her watched all the time because, at nineteen years old, she’s a wild child. Lucky for us, she has a reputation for sneaking away without telling anybody where she’s going.”

  My hips bucked forward, but he pulled his hand away just slightly. When I’d resettled against him, he continued his agonizing torment. “Will you seduce her for me, Pet? Seduce her just like you seduce me?”

  His teeth bit down softly on my shoulder and I would have buckled if not for the steel band of his arm wrapped around me.

  “I’ll do anything,” I promised. Anything to make him stop his seductive torment, anything to gain the release I needed him to give.

  The promise pleased him and his thumb pushed harder, his hand moved faster. “Open your eyes, Pet. Watch what your Master can do for you.”

  Forcing my eyes open, I met his cruel stare, my gaze straying from the blank mask he wore to the smear of pink that ran across my cheeks. Sticky sweat caused the fabric of the dress to cling to my skin and the neckline had slipped to expose my breasts. Aiden smirked when our eyes met in the reflection again, his hand moving in ways that had me gasping for bits of air.

  “Let it go, Pet. Let it all go for me. We don’t have much more time before we have to leave.”

  His thumb flicked over my clit one last time and I lost myself to the euphoria of an orgasm, a bomb of sensual agony exploding inside me until every limb had gone weak and Aiden held me in place. I shuddered against his chest, my eyes rolling back in my head as the motion of his hand slowed to a stop.

  He chuckled, the bastard enjoying everything he did to me. “So responsive,” he whispered, “a shrine should be erected in worship of your body.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  AIDEN

  Climbing into the driver’s seat of my black Aston Martin, I unbuttoned the jacket of my suit and gripped my hands over the wheel. Rebecca sat to my right looking tantalizing in a dress that hid nothing from the imagination. It had taken me an hour to select what car I wanted to drive, and this classic beauty was perfect for the old Hollywood feel as we pulled up.

  Rebecca said very little in route to the party, her body shuddering just enough for me to notice when we drove through the front gates and up the long driveway. She hated Henley the most of all the buyers and I’d be lying to claim her revulsion wasn’t just another aspect of this night that brought me joy.

  Once parked outside the front entrance of the mansion, I tossed my keys to the valet and rounded the car to offer a hand to assist Rebecca to her feet. Ever the gentleman - at least while in public - I wrapped my arm over hers and escorted her up the grand entry steps and into the party.

  The interior was decadent as always, the ambience alive with the symphony of music, lively conversation and glasses of champagne clinking together. My eyes scanned the gathering in search for the one woman I was interested in finding.

  While perusing the scene, I noticed the display of naked women here and there, their bodies flawless and their submission even more striking. The assortment was staged to appear like women hired to be living art, but I knew it was a secret, silent auction of the courtesans who’d outlived the interest of their owners. I recognized several as women I’d trained and I made a mental note to pass by them to ensure they saw their true Master.

  Rebecca clung to me silently, her face turned to survey the crowd, her attention on the courtesans, while the attention of most of the men in her vicinity were cemented on her. It didn’t bother me in the slightest that those men were ogling my beauty as if she were a piece of meat because I’d already had her in more ways than their feeble minds could imagine. Knowing it would be my cock she’d bounce over the next time she came, I smiled at one of the men, in particular, and inclined my head in greeting.

  Rebecca’s arm tightened over mine as soon as that man approached.

  Surprised that Henley’s body odor wasn’t as revolting as normal, I came close to asking him when he’d finally discovered the benefits of soap.

  “Welcome, Aiden. I’m so glad you joined us tonight.”

  Sleazy was the only term to describe his gaze, especially when it slid off of me to lock on Rebecca. His lips pulling into a sickening grin, he said, “Hello, beautiful. It’s been so long since we’ve played.” His voice dropped to a barely audible whisper when he leaned in to her to say, “Maybe next time, your Master will let me fuck you for a change.”

  Highly doubting that would ever happen because I wasn’t about to expose Rebecca to whatever nasty surprises his body might be carrying, I drew his attention back to me.

  “Thank you for the invite, Henley. Are there any other Masters in attendance tonight?”

  “Henry and Xavier are here, I believe. I invited Anthony, but he declined. I don’t know what’s going on with him, lately. Sometimes I think he’s inching away from the society.”

  Nodding my head, I schooled my expression, careful not to reveal anything I knew of the sadness and pain that had become obvious in Anthony. “I believe he’s just been a busy man. It’s doubtful he’s pulled away.”

  After casting one last longing glance at the woman on my arm, Henley said his goodbyes and walked away to be swallowed by the crowd.

  “Have you seen her?” Rebecca asked. “I can’t get close if I don’t know who she is.”

  “I have, in fact.”

  Having spotted the little spitfire while Rebecca distracted Henley, I noted the bright red dress she wore, a sequined number that barely covered her tits and ass despite the cold outside. The same could have been said for what I’d instructed Rebecca to wear, but at least the length of her legs had been protected, somewhat, from the wind.

  The same couldn’t be said for Molly Bouchon. She looked younger than nineteen with a face so round it was cherubic and round eyes to match that sparkled with the mischief of youth. From what little I observed since spying her at the party, she also acted a lot younger than nineteen. If I’d been left to guess her age based on her wildly flirtatious, and loud, behavior, I’d settle her close to sixteen.

  Which made her perfect.

  Rebecca wouldn’t have any difficulties in convincing Molly to escape her babysitters and meet her in an undisclosed location hours after the party had concluded.

  Directing Rebecca’s attention to a table located at the left of the room, I said, “She’s sitting between that woman with the garish green monstrosity for a dress, and the brunette that made the unfortunate choice of wearing yellow.”

  Her e
yes flicked to the table in question just before they widened. “She’s so young.”

  “She’s only a few years younger than you when I made you a courtesan.” The memory sent a thrill up my spine. Rebecca’s training had been such a challenge. I’d never experienced anything like it…and probably never would again.

  Leaning into her, I whispered, “Do you remember those days, Pet? The way you crawled for your food bowl? Or the art?”

  The poor thing shivered beside me, her pulse visibly fluttering in her neck. Ignoring the way I teased her, she tilted her chin in Molly’s direction. “I’ll watch her as we work around the room. I’ll probably be able to get her alone in the bathroom at some point.”

  A grin stretched my lips. It was just one more thing to admire about Rebecca: her absolute, unwavering focus.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  REBECCA

  An hour passed quickly as Aiden and I worked the room mingling and discussing boring subjects such as stocks, business dealings and the weather. I smiled at all the proper points and pretended to pay attention while keeping my eyes on Molly.

  She was a cute girl with a broad smile and perfect veneers. Her makeup was flawless and bold, the flashy silver eye shadow a festive touch that drew my attention to her beaming face. A tinge of something shot through me at the thought of Aiden touching that girl even remotely in lust.

  Most times, I’d been able to avoid thoughts of what Aiden does with the women he trains. Over the years I’d been his courtesan, I noticed the number of jobs he took becoming less and less. In the first year, it was ten; last year, two.

  Once again, I’d foolishly hoped he’d slowed down in his training because he had feelings for me. I knew Aiden loved me, he’d broken enough of his rules to prove that. But, as usual, he loved me in his way. He would never admit it, and I was perfectly fine with that. I was a firm believer that what a person does speaks louder than what they say.