Her Master's Christmas

by Lily White

  The nipple clamps, the spankings, the violent use of my body to please his own: those tools had become my pleasure as much as his over the years I’d known him. But the tongue clamp? I took no pleasure from that awful tool, and I hated it more as I held it in my hands awaiting Aiden as if offering for him to do it to me all over again.

  Nervous fear trickled down my spine, my body trembling as Aiden dragged Molly out of the room by her hair and explained to her that her smell was making him fight not to vomit.

  She cried as he dragged her past, the hair not trapped in his fist hanging down in her face so that she didn’t see me kneeling by the door.

  They entered the first door on the right - the bathroom. I knew it well.

  It wasn’t long before I heard her body struggling over the porcelain tub, the spray of water blasting just before the first shriek left her lips. Steam didn’t billow out from the door and I knew he’d blasted her with cold water.

  More screaming followed, the sound cut through by Aiden’s firm commands. Eventually, her screaming stopped, the water shut off, and Molly came crawling out of the bathroom with Aiden walking behind her. Her eyes met mine almost immediately, her cheeks stained by the tears that were an endless stream from her eyes.

  When she faltered after seeing me, Aiden bent down to whisper in her ear. I watched terror flood her eyes, and she crawled forward again. Without looking at me, she disappeared into the room.

  Standing just outside the door, Aiden instructed, “Climb back on the bed, Courtesan.” He grinned, the expression one that displayed cunning evil instead of true humor. “Don’t make me remind you what I will do if I’m forced to restrain you.”

  The springs of the old mattress squealed in protest of her weight.

  Kneeling down, Aiden took the clamp from my hand and replaced it on my tongue.

  “Thank you for holding that for me. I’d like you to participate tonight.” He tugged on the chain sending a spark of pain down the muscle and into my throat. “Of course, you’ll be a silent partner only.”

  Tears welled in my eyes. This wasn’t play intended to sexually gratify, this was punishment intended to hit me directly where he wanted - my heart and my soul.

  Dutifully, I crawled behind him, taking my place in the center of the room where he directed me to kneel once more. Keeping the other end of the chain in his hand, he walked to the bed, his observant gaze taking in every nuance of Molly’s behavior.

  “The first thing you need to accept is that you are now owned. For now, I am your Master. I give orders - you follow them. It’s a simple formula that will keep you alive. Any disobedience on your part will result in punishment, as you have just learned. You have one job and one alone – to be a courtesan. You will refer to me as Master and I will refer to you in any way I please. My satisfaction and pleasure are the only two things that will matter to you. Your life no longer exists, nor does it matter.”

  Molly grew still as Aiden explained her new position in life, her head shaking back and forth because she didn’t want to believe what he was saying was true. Gripping her chin between his thumb and finger, he directed her head to the side, her eyes locking to mine as soon as he’d moved her head completely.

  “Would you like to touch her, Molly? Would you like a taste of how a proper courtesan behaves?” His voice was whisper soft, his offer completely unexpected. Fighting not to protest as much as I could with the clamp on my tongue, I forced my eyes to the floor in front of me, praying he didn’t see the tears leaking down my cheeks.

  “Go ahead,” he cooed. “She’s all yours.”

  Completely confused, Molly stumbled over her words. She couldn’t form a coherent sentence, couldn’t fathom where she was, why she was here and how she went from abuse at Aiden’s hand to a gentle offer of the use of my body. I had trouble understanding it myself, but I knew better than to question his decision.

  Lowering his head down so that his lips brushed over her ear, he used the most intoxicating tone of voice to tease, “Oh, come on now. Don’t be shy. You had your fingers up inside her already. You know you want to touch her again. Besides, if you don’t go over there to fuck my courtesan for me, I’ll have no choice but to take out my unhappiness with your decision on you.”

  He paused just long enough to give the words their intended effect. “Be a smart little whore, Molly, and do as you’re told.”

  Her entire body was violently trembling, but she still found the strength to push off the bed and move over to me. Aiden sat on the bed behind her, his eyes locked to mine as his lips pulled into a knowing smirk. My breath rolled out of me on a shudder, but I remained in place and ready for whatever Molly would do to me.

  “What’s going on?” she whispered. My eyes shot to hers and I shook my head in warning. Tears shimmered in her eyes, but she was smart enough to stop talking.

  “Just pretend I’m not in the room.” Dark humor dripped from his words, a subtle threat lacing the edges.

  Slowly, Molly’s hands ran up my thighs, stopping at my hips as she allowed her eyes to travel down my body. Neither of us was in the mood, but if we didn’t perform, Aiden would be furious. Straightening just enough, I pushed my breasts out and opened my legs a little more in invitation of her touch. If I had to lead her through this dance, I would. Not too long ago, I’d been in her position: stolen from the world, terrified and alone. I could sympathize with her fear and I would do my best to walk her through it. Because of the clamp, I couldn’t speak, so I hoped my body language would be enough to prod her along.

  Nonchalant and bored, Aiden mentioned, “Rebecca’s body is one of the most responsive I’ve ever had the pleasure to enjoy. You’re very lucky I’m letting you touch her, Molly. Not many are given that chance.”

  She blinked and I was afraid she’d attempt something stupid, but instead, she breathed out deeply, licked her lips and allowed her hands to travel up my sides to my breasts. A moan escaped the back of my throat, mostly forced, but Molly wouldn’t know that. I needed to respond to her or Aiden would be angry that we’d attempted to fool him. He knew the difference between a woman truly turned on and a woman pretending.

  Glancing past Molly’s shoulders, I dared look into the eyes of my Master, and I allowed my body to feel pleasure at her touch.

  Brushing her thumbs over my nipples, her eyes widened to see them form into hard peaks. I opened my legs more, silently begging for her to touch me in more intimate places. She didn’t miss the way I welcomed her, and one hand slid down from my tits to push the fingers through the wet flesh between my thighs. I moaned again, my body responding to the delicate touch, my eyes locked to Aiden’s as I yearned for something harder, something more dangerous, something exactly like what I knew he could give me.

  Her fingers pumped in and out me, her mouth trailing kisses down my jaw, my shoulder, until her lips found and closed over my nipple. Her tongue flicked out and my head fell back, my legs opening even wider.

  “Oh, she’s really starting to like you now, Molly. Do you see? Do you understand how beautiful a courtesan can be when you give her pleasure?”

  Pushing off from the bed, Aiden walked over to kneel behind Molly. His hands reached around to massage her breasts. She flinched at first, but then settled into his touch, her hand still working to fuck me. When her thumb slid over my clit, I shivered with excitement. My body would always be a traitor.

  Aiden lowered his voice until it was as soft as satin, his hands working over her breasts as he explained, “You can be as beautiful as her one day, Molly. You can be free to be a whore, to live a life filled with sexual indulgence. Without judgment of who you are or what kinks you have. Don’t you want that?”

  He was the devil bargaining for her soul, a devil so skilled that no woman had ever turned him down.

  My climax started to build, the debauched sexual act taking my body over despite the anger and sadness flooding my heart. Aiden wasn’t touching me, he was touching her, and that fact created a vicious jealo
usy in me that I couldn’t avoid. I loved him. I was his courtesan, and I couldn’t handle being touched by someone other than the man I craved above all. I couldn’t handle watching that man touch another woman.

  “Lie on your back, Rebecca. I think Molly would love to take a taste. Wouldn’t you, beautiful?”

  His hands slid from her breasts, traveling softly down her abdomen until one hand clamped on her hip and the other slipped between her thighs, teasing her most sensitive part.

  His voice crooning at a seductively low level, he said, “But please know that while your mouth takes its fill, my cock will be buried deep inside your needy little body.”

  I felt her hand falter, saw fear flash in her eyes, but she was smart enough to pull back just enough to allow me to lie back, spread my legs and give her room to take the taste Aiden was offering her.

  I’d be lying to say my body wasn’t inviting her kiss. Already, my need for release was short-circuiting my thoughts. Heat swirled in my core; heat and the need for the feel of her tongue. I closed my eyes, ready and willing to pretend it was Aiden’s kiss between my legs.

  I felt Molly’s hand come down on either side of my legs, felt the way her hair tickled my thighs as her warm breath brushed over my pussy. My muscles clenched, desperate and needy for something - anything - to grasp onto.

  When her tongue touched me with a hesitant stroke, my hips bucked forward, a true moan coming from my mouth. Aiden’s face flashed in my thoughts, the arrogant twist to his lips, the blank mask he wore when he was angry or upset. Every expression was fire within my veins, every facet of his personality, and the raw power that existed in his mind and body turning me on. It was easy to lose myself to the mix of Molly’s mouth and my fantasies of my Master.

  I was close, so very close that not even the clamp on my tongue could tie me to my body. As my climax drew near, as the fire spread through my abdomen so thoroughly I thought I would explode, I could feel myself beginning to float on the euphoria.

  But the sensual way she tasted me stopped abruptly, and as my body protested with a sharp pang of need for having been left on the precipice of my release, a tug on the chain reminded me of the clip on my tongue. I lifted my head to ease the pressure, to stop the pain that traveled down my throat from the way he tugged on the chain, and I opened my eyes to find Aiden glaring down at me.

  A smirk tilted his sculpted lips, satisfaction glimmering in his eyes to see the desperation in mine.

  Positioned behind Molly’s body, his hips pressed behind her so close I knew his cock rubbed between her thighs, Aiden spoke slowly when he said, “It’s a pity we’ll be the only ones having any fun tonight, Molly. But I must thank you for getting Rebecca started. Watch her face while I fuck you. Watch the disappointment in her eyes as she’s denied the pleasure you’ll receive.”

  My lust-addled mind didn’t understand. Not at first. Not until he thrust his cock into Molly’s body and tugged on the chain again.

  Tears slipped down my eyes, frustration pulling me apart as the man I’d worship forever looked down on me with anger and disdain. “Be sure to watch this, Rebecca. I want you to remember what happens to a good courtesan when she meets all my demands.”

  I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. He stared intently at me as his hands gripped her hips tighter, as his body began to move in a hypnotic rhythm. Crouched over me, I could feel Molly’s breasts slide against my legs, could feel every thrust against her body as if it were my own that Aiden was fucking.

  Only I wasn’t receiving any of the carnal pleasure. I was forced to watch another woman enjoy my Master.

  More tears slipped down my face, the sobs that fought to escape my throat drowned out by the way Molly’s expression twisted with pleasure, by the moans growing as Aiden worked her into a frenzied ball of need.

  My heart broke apart. My soul shattered. I wanted to close my eyes to block out the expression on Molly’s face, to ignore the pleasure Aiden took in fucking a woman that wasn’t me.

  Every hour we’d spent together since he took me dissolved into wasted time. Every time he touched me and allowed me to touch him in return became meaningless. I knew he continued to train while he owned me, but it was never something I’d been allowed to witness. Aiden had allowed me to play with his courtesans when the mood struck him, but he’d never allowed me in the room when he trained.

  I loved him.

  I belonged to him.

  I’d given over my life to him in pursuit of his pleasure. But I’d forgotten that the same couldn’t be said about him.

  Nobody owned Aiden.

  Nobody would ever stake their claim.

  I began to wonder whether all the times he’d done something that made me believe that he loved me were just another cruelty he’d orchestrated to break me over and over again.

  If the present moment in any way answered that question, then the answer was yes.

  Molly didn’t fight against him like I assumed she would. Beyond the initial confusion - the initial humiliation of being taken by a stranger despite what she wanted or said - she enjoyed what he was doing to her. She came apart above me, her body tightening as her climax hit, and then she relaxed down against me as he thrust deeply one last time.

  Jealousy poured through me in turbulent waves, jealousy and a sudden hatred of the woman who’d earned Aiden’s touch.

  His punishment wasn’t simply leading me around by the tongue he claimed I couldn’t keep silent - it was ripping me to shreds by forcing me to participate in and watch the way he enjoyed another woman.

  If I had any delusions of holding his heart, they were destroyed in that moment.

  I lay broken beneath a woman who’d been forced to feel her body betray her, a woman who now had euphoria flooding her eyes and would one day have love flooding her heart. Every courtesan loved their first Master, and it would be the same for Molly as much as it was for me.

  “That was…” His voice trailed off, a lascivious grin stretching his lips because he was enjoying this far too much. Normally placid, normally distant, Aiden wasn’t quite himself in the way he stroked his hand down Molly’s back, in the way he praised her, if for nothing more than my benefit.

  “That was a special experience, Molly. Your body, it’s a work of art, something to be cherished and enjoyed.” Brushing hair away from her face, he asked, “Has any person ever told you that before? How addicting you are?”

  Coming down from the high of her orgasm, Molly looked confused. I wondered if the shower had done much at all to sober her up. Her eyes were still glazed over, her movements erratic and without grace.

  “No,” she blushed, “nobody has ever said that to me.”

  His lips were pulled into a thin line, a flash of anger flitting across his face before it was replaced by the blank mask he wore so well. His eyes met mine, his question making it perfectly clear that he hadn’t enjoyed Molly as much as he’d claimed.

  “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Aiden’s taunting words were directed at me.

  Meeting his stare, I risked angering him even more. I should have cried, should have shown him all the hurt he’d caused in my heart, but instead, I adopted the same blank mask, returning to him a recitation of the rules he’d always forced me to live by. “Does it matter, Master? I only care if you’re happy.”

  Aiden didn’t respond; rather, he stared at me for several seconds before standing up and snatching a tissue from a box. After cleaning himself up, he turned to grab Molly by the hair, his arm flexing slightly as he directed her to the bed. She’d cried out when he pulled her hair, but was otherwise quiet until he began restraining her arms into leather cuffs.

  From one second to the next his demeanor had flipped from awed lover back to the cold and callous man I knew so well.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  AIDEN

  Rebecca was a thorn in my side. A thorn I couldn’t reach to pull out, one that chafed my skin and drove me to a point where I struggled at times to contr
ol myself.

  I wasn’t the type to lose control of myself, so it annoyed me to no end that she had the ability to push me so easily to that edge. Unfortunately, it was also what made it impossible for me to let her go. A woman with the body of a submissive, but the mind and heart of a Master. She was a rare jewel that never lost its luster, a curiosity that never lost its intrigue.

  “Stop crying or I’ll give you a fucking reason,” I spat, my usual patience lost to the woman who remained spread eagle on the floor. Molly screamed again as I locked the cuff over her wrist and my hand flew out before I could temper my rage. Her head snapped to the side, tears bursting from her eyes as she sobbed into her pillow. She stopped screaming though, and that’s all I needed.

  After strapping her in, I tossed a thin sheet over her midsection, not enough to keep her warm, but just enough to tease her with warmth. Unfortunately for her, she wouldn’t have the ability to reach the sheet and cover her body, a reminder that she couldn’t do anything that I hadn’t allowed.

  Grabbing the end of Rebecca’s leash, I tugged just enough to get her attention. Without need for a command, she pushed herself up on to her hands and knees, silently crawling behind me as I walked towards the door.

  “Where are you going?” Molly’s voice whispered across the room, betrayal dripping from each word.

  Turning to glance at her from over my shoulder, I didn’t bother with pleasantries. She’d served her purpose for the evening. “Didn’t I tell you? You’re new here, unimportant, and therefore these will be your accommodations until I decide differently. Sleep well, Courtesan. You’ll need every ounce of energy you have in the morning.”

  Shock was apparent in her sobering eyes, the reality of her situation sinking in now that the lasting effect of the alcohol she’d consumed hours before was waning in her bloodstream.

  She didn’t start screaming again until the door was closed leaving Molly to bask in the cold, insufferable, darkness.