by Lily White
“I guess it wouldn’t matter, though,” I said, my voice shaking as I fought against tears. “I’m not sure that Aiden really cares what happens to me at the moment.”
Anthony’s warm eyes met mine, sympathy evident in his expression. “He’s been hard on you lately, hasn’t he?”
He’s been an ass…
But I couldn’t let myself say what I was really thinking. A good courtesan holds her tongue.
“I won’t speak badly about my Master.”
Laughing again, Anthony reached out to cup with cheek with his palm. Leaning forward he placed a chaste kiss on my lips and stared me in the eye. “Ah, Rebecca. When are you going to learn that if you play with him, he’ll play with you right back? Although, you won’t hear me complaining. The stories he tells me over email, and the theatrics I often get to see while staying here with the two of you, are the only things to make me laugh nowadays.”
My eyes widened as he shook his head in amused disbelief.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Anthony. But I won’t be with Aiden after tonight. I hope Molly is able to entertain you as much as I have over the years.”
His laughter died back as the sympathetic expression returned to his handsome face. “Do you really believe Aiden would let you go? For as rare as you are, do you really think he’d give you up for a girl who’s a dime a dozen. Molly means nothing to him. You must know that.”
Tears began to well in my eyes and I blinked rapidly to expel them. Anthony’s thumb wiped one of them from my cheek.
“Why do you think he set you up like this, beautiful girl? While all the other courtesans are being used to pleasure the Masters in the room, you’re staged here as a tree. Did you not understand the significance of that? You’re untouchable, Rebecca. Just as Aiden wants you.”
A part of me was desperate to believe him, but I was still too scared to fully accept what he was saying. If I allowed myself to believe him, only to be sent away by Aiden at the end of the night, it would destroy me.
“Then why was he showering her with all his attention over the past few weeks and treating me like I was some second hand pest? If he didn’t want other people to touch me, then why would he give me to her for four days and allow her to believe I was her toy?”
“He was training, was he not?”
I didn’t understand the question, or at least, I didn’t understand why he was asking it. “Yes. He was training her.”
Nodding his head, Anthony grinned. “Of all the Masters in this Society, Aiden is the most ingenious when it comes to determining the darker side of every woman he trains. Sure, there’s the part she shows the world, but in every woman, there’s another side where all the worst parts of her exist. For you, it was the need to please people, Rebecca. When Aiden first obtained you, you wanted everyone to see you as the perfect woman. But you weren’t. There was another side to you that Aiden never was able to fully break: Your rebellion. Fortunately for you, he admired that part and refused to tear it away from you.”
Tears continued to slip down my cheeks, but they were drying up as Anthony continued to talk. His foreign accent was divine and I always found myself so captivated by him in every conversation we’d enjoyed with one another.
“For Molly, there must be something he’s trying to break, and if he involved you in it, I assume he had a purpose for that involvement. I’m not sure what he was attempting to do because he hasn’t talked to me about Molly, but I know for a fact he’s not choosing her over you. You were used, Rebecca. Used for your usefulness in training a new pet.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, my tears stopped and anger took the place of sadness. “He was using me to train her? Why not just tell me and let me play along? Why hurt me in the process?”
A simple shrug of his shoulder was his silent response. Anthony’s eyes scanned the room for several seconds before returning to me. “Maybe he was punishing you as well. Have you been playing with him? Have you done anything that might incur his anger?”
“No,” I answered. “I was being the perfect courtesan.”
Anthony’s laughter was so loud, it drew the attention of several people in the room. He eventually stopped laughing and wiped a tear from his eye. “Since when have you ever been the perfect courtesan? If you think he’s stupid enough to believe that you suddenly learned how to behave, you don’t know him at all.” Leaning in, his mouth was against my ear when he said, “He loves your rebellion, Rebecca. If you truly want to remain with him, why would you ever take that away?”
Giving me a smell peck on the cheek, Anthony looked at me with humor behind his eyes. “As always, it’s been lovely talking with you. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”
I watched Anthony walk away, and all the anxiety I’d been feeling about being let go had been washed completely from my body. Aiden wasn’t choosing Molly over me. He still wanted me for his pet.
Although happiness flooded me at the thought, anger was still tense across my muscles, anger that I’d been a pawn in one of Aiden’s wicked games.
I wasn’t sure how I would get even with my Master when the time came, but I had all night on this stupid stool to think about it.
If my rebellion is what Aiden wanted, then it was my rebellion that Aiden would get.
CHAPTER TWENTY
AIDEN
“Thank you for agreeing to the exchange, Brent. I hope it doesn’t cause any problems with your client and his son.”
An older man with black hair silvering at the temples stared back at me with a genial smiling pulling at his lips. I’d invited him to join in on the festivities occurring in the main living room, but he’d politely declined after arriving at my house, refusing to go farther than the foyer once he’d entered.
“It’s no problem, Aiden. The courtesan you’ve provided fits all the requirements that the buyer had for the girl he wanted. And given that his son has little experience handling a courtesan, I’m sure he’d much prefer the trained girl over the one you’ve been experiencing problems with. In fact, he was pleasantly surprised at the reduction in price.”
Curious about the buyer and his family, I asked, “How old is his son?”
Brent straightened the cuffs of his jacket before meeting my stare. “From what I’ve gathered, the boy is no older than nineteen. It’s a bit young to be brought into the Society, but who am I to judge?”
Smiling to myself, I thought nineteen was a bit old to be introduced into the lifestyle, but I kept that thought to myself. Twisting in place, I touched the arm of the courtesan who was leaving with Brent.
He smiled at me as I passed her along and nodded goodbye as he led her out the door. By the time I returned to the room where the party was being held, I saw that the room was filled with different hedonistic displays and I was pleased that the Masters were enjoying themselves.
Rebecca stared at me from across the room, and I didn’t fail to notice how she narrowed her eyes in my direction. A smile creased my lips because I knew what had put that anger behind her lovely eyes.
Anthony has done his job well…
I wouldn’t approach her at that moment because I wanted her to stew on the information I’m sure Anthony had given her, and I busied myself by walking around and viewing the different ways in which the courtesans were being used.
Molly looked like she was having an awful time in Santa’s workshop, but I was quite pleased with the way the exhibit had turned out. The elves were having a great time as they took turns pleasuring themselves with her body and I wondered if a little orgy would break out by the time the evening was coming to a close.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to allow that to happen because I had one more duty to see to before the party was over.
Stepping over to where the elves were having their fun, I instructed them all to return to the staff’s rooms in order to change out of their costumes and return home. They’d played their parts well and Molly looked like she could use a break from the fun.
After they’d all walked away, I looked down at the poor girl and smiled. “Are you having fun yet?”
She cried, and I couldn’t help the joy I felt at seeing her tears. It hadn’t been her attitude problems over the past few weeks that had angered me. It had been the total disregard she’d had for another courtesan. Masters couldn’t afford the petty squabbles and fits of jealousy that often occurred, and a lesson had to be taught to this particular beauty, if for nothing else but to maintain my reputation.
If I had to be completely honest, a large portion of my wrath was brought on by the tears she’d caused Rebecca to cry. If anything, what I was doing to her now was revenge.
Nobody fucked with Rebecca but me. And I would open the gates of Hell on any stupid person who tried.
“If you thought that was bad, my little pet, just wait until you see what else I have in store for you.”
Pulling her from the bench, I made quick work of the cuffs that were holding her in place and I walked her to the center of the room. Rebecca eyed me warily as I positioned Molly and myself directly beside her. Tapping a champagne glass to draw the attention of the room to me, I waited for the activity to die down before I made my announcement.
“Now that all of you have had an opportunity to enjoy the display put on by my newest courtesan, Molly, I wanted to also bring up an issue I’ve had with her in training. Molly was acquired by the Society several weeks ago, thanks, in part, to my dear friend, Henley. You see, an order came through at the last minute that I was asked to fill and when I mentioned it to Henley, he told me he had the perfect woman at his home. I hadn’t believed him at first, but after joining him at the party he threw at his house, I met the courtesan he was offering up to me, and also accepted another job in the process.”
Everybody in the room had grown quiet, and when I turned to glance at Rebecca, I found her staring at me with wide eyes. I’d failed to mention this small fact about why we’d gone to Henley’s that particular evening, so like everybody else in the room, this information was new to her.
“For months now, Henley has had his heart set on a certain woman he’d been watching and wanted to call his own. However, he was afraid to approach the woman for fear he would be caught and the Society would be discovered as a result. We worked out a plan and are now exacting that plan with satisfactory results.”
Parting from the crowd that had gathered around a table to the side, Henley smiled and approached me. I took a second to look at Molly’s expression and I was pleased to see the utter revulsion on her pretty face. She’d played right into the trap I’d set out for her and the results were nothing if not extraordinary.
“Unfortunately, I experienced an issue while training this woman and I wanted to share my experience with the other Masters in the room so that we can unite in all of our training methods to ensure that this never happens again. As you all know, I like to experiment when the mood strikes, and these past few weeks have been eye opening.”
“I hate to have to divulge this information and potentially ruin the cheerful mood of this celebration, but during the time I spent training Molly, she attacked my other courtesan.”
Murmurs and mumbled responses sounded throughout the room, but I waved my hands to get everybody to quiet down.
“Not physically, mind you, but she reacted with jealousy towards another courtesan, told lies, and additionally believed she had the right to claim a Master as her own. For those reasons, I allowed the behavior to continue because I wanted to see just how far Molly would go.” I paused to give the statement weight, and then added, “Unfortunately, she proved to me over and over again that she was willing to go too far.”
Molly looked between Rebecca and I, shaking her head as if she was trying to convince herself that none of what I’d claimed had actually occurred. Giving her a sinister smile, I’m sure I couldn’t hide the twinkle in my eye as I prepared to render her punishment.
“Gentlemen, I’d like to remind all of you in attendance that our courtesans are never to place themselves or their interests above those of their Masters. We cannot allow these women to attack each other either physically or psychologically. The owners in the Society are not us. They do not train. They do not know how to break these women down, and they do not know how to spot the symptoms of bad behavior and return the women to us to correct the behaviors that are unbecoming of the courtesans we’ve groomed. I want you all to remember this fact while training any new women you acquire. The secrecy and reputation of the Society depends on it. You know how it is, brothers, you give these bitches an inch and they’ll take a mile.”
Laughter filled the space and Henley stepped closer to claim his prize. From my peripheral vision, I could see that Rebecca was watching the exchange with keen interest.
“I believe retribution is owed, and a lesson needs to be taught about courtesans who like to be petty. Do you gentlemen agree?”
Shouts and hollers sounded throughout the room and I released Molly to Henley and strolled over to Rebecca. Leaning down, I asked, “I understand your arms have been above your head for several hours, but do you think you have the strength to teach Molly a lesson?”
My little beauty smiled and nodded her head in response.
Releasing her from the tethers that bound her arms and removing the spreader bar that was locked to her ankles, I offered her my hand to assist her from her seat. She was a bit wobbly at first, but quickly regained her footing as I handed her a red leather whip flogger.
“Where would you like her face to be?” I asked.
Rebecca’s eyes gleamed with revenge. “Where do you think?”
I couldn’t help my smile. “Ah, there’s the devious girl I remember. I’ve missed you.”
Her eyes darted to mine, locking on me with such naked intensity it stole the breath from my lungs. My little darling was angry, and that rage was causing her body to tremble. Teaching Molly a lesson would definitely give her an outlet for that rage, but I hoped she held on to enough of it to satisfy my wicked delights when the evening was over.
Grabbing Rebecca’s stool, I positioned it in the middle of the room ensuring that every person would have a clear view of my pet at her finest.
“Henley, if you don’t mind sitting on the stool and holding Molly still while Rebecca teaches her what happens to bitches that cause problems.”
Smiling, Henley took his place preparing to hold Molly’s shoulders down so that her ass would be presented to Rebecca. Leaning over, I mentioned, “Since her head is in your lap anyway, feel free to use her mouth, once the demonstration is over. I’d tell you to do it now, but you don’t want to take the chance that the pain she receives is too much and she accidentally bites down.”
Laughter shook Henley’s shoulders and Molly cried as soon as her face was tucked into his lap.
Stepping behind Molly, Rebecca turned to me and asked, “How many?”
“I think one for each day she tormented you would be a fair number.”
Rebecca’s eyes flashed with enthusiasm. “Ten it is.”
Brows narrowed between my eyes, I asked, “Only ten? She’s been with us for over three weeks.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Rebecca laughed. “That’s true, but Molly did me a favor. So I’m going easy only because if it hadn’t been for her, I would have never gotten what I wanted in the process.”
Her words confused me, but I wasn’t about to go into that conversation in front of the entire group.
The leather cracked sharply against Molly’s ass, her body shot forward so that her face was firmly planted in Henley’s lap, and her screams were muffled by his body. Standing down wind of Henley was something a person learned quickly to avoid, so I knew that what Molly was going through at that exact moment couldn’t have been pleasant. If anything, the lashes from the flogger were more enjoyable than where her head rested.
Nine more cracks of the whip left Molly’s ass a beautiful shade of red and once Rebecca had finished her task, th
e Masters applauded. She was the only courtesan we had who was able to contain her jealousy, yet rise to the occasion to punish another without emotion becoming involved. And for that, I considered her a Master within herself.
The exhibition had also been quite artistic in and of itself due to the lighting that still wrapped Rebecca’s lovely body.
Once the flogging was done, the audience returned to their usual activities and Rebecca and I left Henley to his use of Molly’s mouth. Although she was blubbering and still crying, he was able to quiet her enough so that she could focus on the task at hand.
*
“I hope you enjoyed your evening, Henley. And I also hope you are better able than I was to teach your new courtesan about the importance of treating her sisters kindly. Don’t let her rise above you, or attempt to claim you as her own. It will suit her well to remember that you are the owner and she is nothing more than what you allow her to be.”
In truth, I wasn’t worried about Molly staking her claim on Henley. From what I could gather, his collection of courtesans typically attempted to hide themselves from his attention more than anything else. I still wasn’t sure what his aversion was to soap, but that wasn’t my place to wonder. To each his own, at least within the Society.
Before he was able to leave with his new prize, I stepped forward to kiss her on the forehead. Ignoring her tears, I leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“I hope you learned your lesson about messing with other courtesans, beautiful. If I find out that you’ve given Henley any problems, I’ll be happy to take you back. Please understand that when I do so, I’ll find someone even worse than the man I’m handing you over to now. Not all the Masters or buyers are in to damaging their toys, but there are a few bad apples out there that like to watch their bitches bleed.”
Grasping her chin between my finger and thumb, I jerked her face up to mine. “I highly doubt you’ll appreciate being skinned alive while your new Master shoves his dick inside you.”
