“Come now, Carrie, you will be fine. It will hurt,
but he will not beat you as long as you comply willingly. The first time he takes you he may even be lenient. It would be easier for you if Sergio were not your first, though. At least you will know what to expect,” Maggie said kindly.
“If Tyr will not, Seth will understand your fear. He
will be very gentle,” another woman added, also noting Carrie’s great distress.
Carrie felt certain she did not want Seth or even Tyr doing that to her. She did not want Sergio to touch her.
“How do I keep him away from me?” she pleaded.
“You cannot,” came a small frightened voice. Carrie looked over to the young girl she had noticed earlier; she was still looking lost and afraid.
Maggie went to the girl and held her, her hand stroking her back. The girl sobbed pitifully. Carrie was told she belonged to Sergio, who used her mercilessly, though Seth disapproved of his tactics. Regardless, she was his, and though Seth voiced his concerns he did not interfere.
The girl was not being too severely beaten or starved, but was unable to beg any kindness or gentleness from her master when he took her. She
remained listless and withdrawn to the point where rumors floated around that Seth was considering terminating the man’s employment with him and confiscating the girl. He did not approve of how he used the other women, either. He did not mind him taking them, or which way he took them, but his roughness had caused some severe pain.
After Sergio had finished with a woman, she was terrified to be touched. Another woman informed Carrie it was causing discord amongst the other men.
“Seth has begun keeping a closer eye on Sergio,”
Maggie informed Carrie.
“That is because he has caused you great distress, even you have cried when he has finished with you,” another woman said.
“I think it is more because Seth is positive Sergio had a hand in Ella’s miscarriages and he blames himself for not taking note sooner,” Maggie replied.
Carrie looked from one to the other as they spoke, each word dropping her into a deeper despair. It all came down to one thing: she was owned and the men here could do as they wished with her.
* * * *
“Carrie!”
Carrie’s head snapped up at Tyr’s command. He had come to retrieve her, not wanting her away from him for too long. Though Seth had encouraged him to allow her new friends, Tyr was adamant. He was extremely protective of her, not wanting to give any
man opportunity to get close to her.
Tyr also did not want Carrie to become attached to these women. Once away he did not want thoughts of rescue attempts and doing the noble thing to plague her. If she tried anything, Seth would seek, not her return, but her termination. This was Seth’s way of life; it came as naturally as breathing to the man.
Carrie went to him immediately. In fact she fled to him. Tyr could tell she was distressed about something; her face was ghostly pale, her eyes were wide and apprehensive, and when his hand rested upon her back he could feel her quivering. She maneuvered herself against his side, pressing as closely as she was able.
He propelled her from the room, insisting she was
to eat with him. He led her to a room Seth called the leisure room. The dining table stood only a foot off the ground, while cushions and pillows littered the floor for comfort. The amount of food placed upon one of the long tables could feed a small army.
Carrie remained quiet throughout dinner. Again she picked at her food, having no apparent appetite. Tyr encouraged her to try new things and took great pains to encourage tender young succulent duck past her lips. Yet her sorrow-filled look had Tyr concerned for her.
“Was someone cruel to you?” Tyr asked her.
“No. Everyone was very kind to me, the children are all so beautiful,” Carrie said.
Tyr could see Seth watching her as well, noting her frightened expression, her agitated movements, and wondering at it. Both men had thought she had settled enough not to be so fearful. Tyr knew none of the women would be overly unkind to her. Maggie, though reserved with the new ones at first, would have been drawn to her innocent naiveté and desperate need for acceptance. Tyr liked Maggie; she was one of the reasons he and Seth got along so well.
Maggie had disclosed to Tyr her horror-filled previous life and how Seth had saved her. He was her hero; he had rescued her from certain death. She had sworn to him she was happy, and had blushed the sweetest shade of pink when she had declared she loved Seth with all her heart.
“Are you feeling ill?” Tyr asked with sudden concern.
“No.” Carrie had stopped eating. She was pulling herself into a small ball close to Tyr’s side. Her arms wrapped protectively around herself and her head rested on her knees.
“Sweetheart, please talk to me,” Tyr said. He
cupped her face between his palms, but she ducked her head to avoid his touch.
“I can see, Tyr, you’re at a loss and it’s time for an intervention,” Seth began. “You still have much to learn. I’m becoming impatient with your inability to take control of the girl. She will never learn at this rate. She is not to be sweetly questioned or cajoled,
but commanded. I still think she should be handed over to me before she is ruined and her potential destroyed. Because you are learning as well, I will curb my impatience.” His head snapped to Carrie, his annoyed look turned commanding. “Carrie, you will speak!” he demanded.
Carrie looked up at Seth. “He will hurt me,” she
whimpered.
“Who will? What do you mean?” Tyr demanded, outraged.
Seth held up a hand to him as Tyr balled his fists,
ready for battle, his face reddening. “What has frightened you, Carrie?” Seth asked calmly.
“Sergio,” she sobbed. Her body began to shake. She clutched Tyr’s arm, her watery blue eyes looked imploring up at him, and he grew furiously enraged.
“Has he touched you?” Tyr howled. “Damn it!
Damn it to hell! She was supposed to be safe with the other women! I’ll kill the bloody vile bastard! I should never have let her out of my sight for a single moment.”
“Calm yourself, my friend. Sergio has been
forbidden to touch her, as have the others for now,” Seth said reasonably.
“For now, but not forever,” Carrie said, weeping. She rocked back and forth. Her one fist pulled tightly to her chest as her breath became labored, her control evaporated.
“Sergio is never to lay a hand on her!” Tyr howled
to Seth. Quickly he pulled Carrie’s inhaler from his pocket, seeing her distress, and feeling his own. He aided her as she sucked in her medication.
Tyr understood Carrie’s panic. He knew of the man’s tastes. He had heard one woman’s frightened cries of terror in the garden and had come across Sergio pounding brutally within her, gripping the back of her neck tightly in one large hand and her wrists in another, high upon her back, holding her in place. Tyr had been appalled. Bloodied, the woman had crawled away in agony when he had finished with her until Tyr had scooped her up and had cornered Seth, outraged, with the hysterical woman still clasped to his chest.
“Be calm, my friend," Seth replied. "Sergio has long since worn out his welcome. I but seek a replacement and he will be gone. He will not touch her. Of course Carrie would have been warned about the man by the other women. I will make certain he will never be alone with her. She’s smaller than the others. It is apparent Sergio finds her fascinating. He will not be allowed anywhere near her.”
“Really?” Carrie whispered to Seth.
“I will not allow it,” Seth replied, and though his words were calm, his face was alight with seething emotion.
Carrie looked at Seth with such gratitude Tyr
became annoyed. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, telling her he would protect her. She held him tightly. She cast her trusting, beautiful smile in
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his direction and he felt his bones turn to jelly. She was so beautiful and she was his. He would protect her. He smiled down at her, forgetting his annoyance; she would be fine as long as he remained with her. Nothing could ever harm her with him close.
* * * *
Carrie washed Tyr’s back. She kissed at his broad shoulders, running her tongue over him in circles. Tyr groaned, enjoying her heat. She had declared shyly she decided she liked touching him. She had long since given up her anger at him for bringing her to Seth’s. She enjoyed his tender touch and encouraged it. Carrie remained submissive when Tyr turned and pulled her onto his lap, claiming her lips. He explored her mouth leisurely and was elated when she kissed him back. He could feel himself harden as she wiggled her bottom against him suggestively.
“You are learning well, little one. But do you seek my touch, or is it just your training?” Tyr asked with some concern. For the past two weeks Carrie had been handed over to Maggie and the other women for instructions. Tyr remained to guard her but refrained from interfering. Carrie had been practicing her newfound knowledge on Tyr.
“I am being trained to please the other men. For them I must learn to pretend. For you I do not need to,” she said, rubbing at him. “I like the feel of your powerful muscles under my hands.”
Her words distressed him. Tyr knew the longer she
remained on Seth’s compound, the more at risk she was for rape. Though he knew she would submit to the men, she would not want to. If one frightened her, she could be hurt. All of the men on Seth’s compound were large, hard, commanding men who were extensively trained in all types of combat. He knew Carrie was terrified of both them and their weapons.
Tyr also reflected he needed to leave soon in
order to find her a new place to live and a new identity. He still battled his intense emotions. He wanted her. He wanted to stay here with her. He had even thought of becoming Sergio’s replacement. But he knew eventually he would have to allow Carrie to be used by the others. It was Seth’s way. He did not want any one woman knowing only how to please one man.
If she were cornered by an enthusiastic other who did not obey the hands-off threat, she could be injured in her confusion and fear, and his ignorance. Seth’s men coveted what they could not have. That was why they were in this business with him. It would be Carrie who would suffer if Tyr kept her secluded.
Tyr pulled her to his chest. He stroked her silky
wet hair as it cascaded around him. Carrie was putting her new expertise to use and was stroking him sensually.
“Do you wish me pleasure you, Master? I promise
you will not be disappointed,” she asked cheekily. For
a brief moment her hand tightened around him before she loosened her grip to run her palm down the length of him.
Tyr chuckled at her impish expression. As her skills grew, her fear lessened. The other girls were no doubt teaching her who could master whom in the bedroom. Sometimes it was the men who were slaves to passion. If their girl was uniquely gifted she could acquire the promise of a new gold bracelet or rubies before the night was over. Often enough he had in the past found himself returning to hand Maggie a coveted, expensive item.
“I seek pleasure, little one, but let’s retire to the
bedroom. I feel all puckered and shriveled,” Tyr complained as his skin pruned from the bath water.
“Oh, you are anything but shriveled, my handsome one,” she responded with passion, gripping his hardness. She captured his lips as he rose, taking her from the tub. Her fingers wove into his hair, pulling him close. Tyr did not bother with towels. He carried them, dripping, to the huge round bed, where he lay her down onto the satin sheets. He then demanded she fulfill her promise. Carrie eagerly and willingly submitted.
Carrie stroked her hand down his hard length. She rose to her knees before him while he stood at the side of the bed. Tyr groaned as her hands carefully captured his erection. Her tongue bathed the tip and he felt his body tense with anticipation. As her mouth
curled around him, he watched as her wet, naked body moved back and forth in the sweetest of rhythms.
He caressed her back in a soothing gesture while she strove to please him. He heard her moan. She shivered as he trailed his fingers over and between her behind. He smiled while thinking she was supposed to be pleasuring him, and yet it was he who strove to entice the arousing little sounds escaping her lips from delight.
Carrie’s hand rose to fondle his round globes
while her tongue laved, kissed and sucked his hard length. Tyr could feel his climax build; there was something so erotic in the sight of a woman on her knees before him, knowing he could do anything he wished with her and she would never tell him no. He knew Carrie was being trained to accept anything he desired, grant any fantasy he chose.
The thought caused a deep groan in the back of his throat. He battled with the idea for just a second before he couldn’t concentrate. Carrie was doing wonderful things with her mouth and he felt the need to explode. He wanted to be inside her when he came. He pushed her roughly back onto the bed; she spread her legs wide for him and placed her hands high over her head, crossed at the wrists, awaiting his command.
The position was of complete and total
submission, one of many she had been taught. He
fumbled for a moment with heated sensual oil he kept on the night stand; she was always so tight when he entered her and he didn’t want to hurt her. When he joined her he twisted onto his back, pulling her on top of him. When she was settled onto his powerful body he lifted her, carefully guiding himself into her.
Carrie arched her back and moaned at the feel of
him as he slid slowly in until he buried himself entirely. Her hips rose, then plunged downwards hard. Once more she rose ever so slowly, then again plunged down. She moved over him, sensually trailing her wet, silky hair over his chest and belly, her mouth and teeth nipping him, then sucking at his heated flesh, smiling down on him when he groaned.
She reached for the heated oil, and when she next
lifted herself, her oiled fingers trailed erotically up the long length of him to his tip, making him slicker. She wiggled herself against him, front to back, before grasping his length in a small hand and stroking him until he groaned in frustration; she positioned him at her heated opening and winked at him when she plunged downwards. The little minx was learning to tease well! With a grunt of desire, he turned her beneath himself and gave his own smile when he heard her sharp intake of breath as he plunged deeply.
Carrie cried out his name, wrapping her fingers in his hair and pulling him to her, begging him to move closer. Tyr removed himself, dropping lower to taste
her as she had tasted him. The spiced oil, mixed with her own special flavor, was heavenly as he licked. His tongue delved deeply, roaming, leaving no area unexplored. She was thrashing beneath him, calling to him, begging him to take her and mercifully ease her needs.
“Tell me what you want,” Tyr demanded.
“You! I want you!”
Tyr couldn’t help his smile of satisfaction. He trailed fiery hot kisses up her body until he lay over her, pinning her beneath him. He pulled her legs up to rest on his broad shoulders, and plunged while she lay vulnerable, exposed, and completely at his mercy. She cried out as every inch of him impaled her. He could no longer maintain any type of control; his one hand captured her wrists, dragging them high over her head. She was begging for him to take her, as all the women were trained to. She sounded so sincere in her want of him he couldn’t believe for a second she wasn’t serious. She did want him, she must, because he wanted her so desperately.
He was about to call to her as she reached her
climax, needing to know if this was real or imagined. But he had no way of putting into words what he was feeling, he could not tell her his intent. It might cost them their lives, and he remained silent. His gaze focused on her trusting face, filled with rapture. Her blue eyes
caught and held his as she cried her need for him.
He realized in that moment it was time he fulfilled his vow to himself of releasing her; she deserved to be free. Once she was free he could determine the truth of her feelings. The idea caused him great fear. Would he lose her by letting her go?
“I love you,” she whispered, and lay still beneath him. Another endearment taught in this place to boost a man’s vanity.
Sadly, Tyr held her tighter. He hoped she did and
he hoped she would understand when he finally left.
Chapter Ten
Carrie woke nestled in Tyr’s strong embrace. She nuzzled her nose against his skin, enjoying the pleasant, manly smell of his rugged body. Silken strands of hair fell over his forehead. A coarse spatter of tight dark curls adorned his powerful chest. He was so perfect, so handsome. Her head lifted to rest on her hand, elbow bent, watching him while he slept.
His eyes flickered behind his lids, the slightest of smiles tugged at the corners of his mouth, and she wondered if he was dreaming of her. She remembered she had told him she loved him last night. She had been taught to say so. Maggie had been teaching her a great many things. What words to say, phrases to entice, places to touch, how to tease and caress, how to remain completely submissive and accepting of her new roll.
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