As if I would forget. I bowed my head from where I kneeled on the floor. I’d slept curled on the floor all night. I had a blanket, but sleeping away from him was because I needed reminding when I woke up, that I’d done something bad.
I understood. It had been lonely on the floor, and my bruises hurt. Worst though, I craved him, his body, his pain, even his distorted love.
I should detest him. I knew this logically. But I didn’t.
I think I pouted, certainly I was looking miserable, because his mouth twitched and he beckoned. “Come here.”
Like I had the first time, I crawled up onto his lap, and I cried unashamedly as he rocked me and whispered sweet words.
“It’ll be better today. You just need to behave for me. In a minute I’ll check your marks, then we can have a swim, then breakfast.”
He put me back on the floor and clicked his fingers. A little déjà vu shock travelled through me. Gregor’s signal.
“You know what that means, girl.”
He wanted me to kneel?
I shuffled into position then peered up at him through the smudge of tears. Then it struck me, he wasn’t calling me meisie anymore. I felt the pang of loss, and how twisted was that?
Though it pained me, I said it. “Sir, may I ask a question?”
A pause, then he nodded. “Yes.”
God. Why had I wanted to say this? I shut my eyes for a second. Do it.
“Sir, why aren’t you calling me meisie?”
“Because you haven’t earned it. When I call you that again, you’ll know you’ve earned it and that I’m happy with you. Also, you are never to call me Pieter again. Sir will do.” He caught my chin. “Understand?”
Fuck this. My perception of him, me, the world, seemed to stutter. Never, ever to call him Pieter again? It was as if the color orange had been outlawed. That he dared to...no, that he could do this. It rattled me as much as, or more than, any of the humiliating things he’d already done. It was a nail in the coffin of my old life.
“Why do you look so stunned? Hmm?”
He’d seen that? Crap.
“I...” I swallowed.
“Say it. Or do I need to spank you?”
Wetness, instant wetness. I wanted to squirm on the spot. The threat of spanking had caused that. What had he done to me?
His eyes narrowed.
“I don’t know why exactly, but it bothers me. I like calling you Pieter. Please?”
“No. I asked if you understood.”
Oh. He had. “Yes, Sir. I do.”
“Fantastic.” He patted my head then kept caressing me while studying me as if to see how it affected me.
I tried to shut down my reaction. I was ashamed, turned on, and absolutely confused. To my consternation, I felt a building ache in my pussy. After a while, I gave in and shut my eyes again. As his hand ran over me, I lowered my head, relishing the sensations and drifting into his touch.
I wanted this Sir, so much, but not the one who punished. I wanted to be free but I also wanted to be with him. I’d been willing to kill him. So stupid. If I’d succeeded, would I have been able to move even? I could see myself standing over his body forever, like some pet that had lost its master, fading away to nothing.
“I’ll be good, Sir,” I whispered.
“Mmm. That’s what I need to hear. Come here, little bitch.”
Then he dragged me back onto the bed, shifted my legs apart, and entered me, ever so slowly, with his eyes on mine.
It was a quiet fuck, more like making love than his normal, but it reaffirmed who was who in this relationship. I didn’t get to come but that familiar feeling of being used because I was his and available, and maybe even loved, was welcome.
Chapter 36
We waited at the jetty as Glass took the seaplane around in a big circle. The sea was a little choppy and spray drifted off the tops of the waves outside the sheltered bay. Even the few seagulls that had made it to our island looked windblown, with their feathers ruffling in the gusts. Sand spattered against my legs. Any rougher and we’d be waiting for this oncoming storm to die away before leaving.
I had Jazmine kneeling by my side. It was cooler than normal and her dress fluttered in the breeze. I could even see goose bumps on her arms, but I kept her kneeling as much as possible now. All part of the constant reinforcement of what I needed her to do, to think, to be.
The roar of the plane intensified as it cruised toward us. Glass steered in to a few meters out, then cut the engine. The pilot’s door swung open and he jumped down into the water. “Got much to take back?”
“Some.”
His progress through the sea slowed as he studied Jazmine. He popped up his brows. “You seem to have her well in hand. I find that strangely attractive.”
I nodded. “It is. Man after my own heart.”
“Yeah. If I find a girl like this, you can train her for me.”
Half serious? I wasn’t sure.
“Come, girl. Let’s load the gear.”
The weeks that had followed my sadistic blowout had been useful in asserting my dominance. The rifle was out in plain view on top of the boxes but I had no doubt she’d avoid going near it.
I’d left out knives and the rifle on occasion and watched her behavior. Letting her closer than a few yards was dangerous, I’d decided. Besides, how could I train it out of her, if I had to be certain she’d touched the weapon? So I’d made new rules and punished her if she went within ten feet. It worked well. She tended to make a fifteen feet circle around them, since my idea of ten feet and hers didn’t always tee up.
And now, Glass was eyeing her since she’d stopped short of the pile of our stuff. I strode over and removed the weapon, then gestured to her.
The power at times like this, with Glass watching, it was an indescribable rush, a haunting feeling that made me ten feet tall. Even with another man watching, I could’ve bent her over the boxes and fucked her and she’d do nothing except take it and moan when I made her come.
The curve of her bottom under that short dress...why not?
“Want to truly understand how well she’s trained?”
He shrugged. “Sure.”
I gave him the rifle, beckoned to her then clicked my fingers again. She kneeled before me, eyes widening as I unzipped. “Here.”
The little V on her brow and her glance at Glass said it worried her but after a few seconds, she shuffled forward. Her pink mouth opened and my cock twitched in my hand. Memories had me anticipating. The feel of that moist little tongue and her throat pulsing around my dick was always riveting.
I let her lick me. Her tongue tip curled up and around, then I stuck myself all of two inches inside her before I gradually pulled out, took a long breath and zipped up.
From her smile, she knew how good that had felt. Her tongue slid along her upper lip then went back in.
“Whoa.” Glass chuckled. “I tell you what, I wouldn’t have stopped. Damn. I’m going to have blue balls all the way back.”
He wasn’t the only one, but the storm was coming.
“When we get back, I’m fucking that mouth,” I murmured.
“Yes, Sir.” When she went to grab another piece of gear, she leaned over so far I could see her wet slit.
Behind me, Glass coughed. “Damn!”
Was that a deliberate tease? I smiled, finding it strangely enticing that she still might have enough fire in her to tease.
After we’d taken off and reached a good height, the plane banked as we altered direction. Her lips were pale and I recalled her worries over landings and take-offs. “Here. Hold my hand.” When she wriggled her fingers underneath mine, I squeezed.
“Have you still got a job for me, Glass? And a house?”
“Yes. I do.” With the plane level, he glanced back. “You still happy to take it?”
“Absolutely, boss.” I grinned.
“Great. Couple of things. My IT guy tracked the emails from the main guy running that House back t
o a place in Australia. Long way from us. But at least we know. Second. There’s been someone sniffing around the city. The cops on loan from Australia found Jazmine’s DNA. You can imagine the uproar over that. The local cops are helping them, digging around, interviewing people. That makes things even hairier if anyone links her in any way at all to us. Plus some friend of hers has brought a private detective over. They’re talking to a man tomorrow and he has relatives in the raskols.”
“Okay. You need an emergency plan?”
“I think so. I don’t want them linking you or me to this. To her.”
“Sir? May I speak?”
She’d be wondering who this friend was and about their fate.
“No. Not at all.”
I mused while staring out the window. How far could we go with this?
A dark shadow below in a stretch of shallower sea caught my eye. The shape and size made me think it might be the old man’s boat. If that was it, the vessel hadn’t gotten far at all before sinking. The hole in the hull had been small but there had been the storm that night. They’d never find his body there anyway because I’d dropped it into the current separately.
Risk exposure because he had read more on that page than he admitted? No. My decision had been cold and logical.
I would not let his face haunt me. Not this time.
The wreck was far enough from the island. Soon with the weather and all, no one would think we’d been there, ever. In a month, six months, if anyone waded ashore on those little beaches they would find paradise. White sand, blue sea, scuttling ghost crabs, and sun. No one would know what had happened.
Events sometimes made it necessary to do monstrous things, even when you were not a monster.
If I had to deal with this friend and the detective, I would. Like Jazmine, I’d learned. Sometimes unusual decisions were necessary to survive and regretting them was foolish.
My motto popped up in my thoughts. Never give up. Never give in.
That motto was a good one. One I’d lived by much of my life. I’d always strived to be a good man, no matter how many awful decisions I’d made. Like shooting Aden. Like keeping Jazmine as mine.
I grimaced. My problem was clear. For once, that motto wouldn’t do.
She was almost asleep, nodding off, her eyes closed, her body snuggled up against mine. My balls and my chest ached just thinking of her. I could see her automatic arousal when I did certain things to her but it affected me too. I had a boner most days – but I was lucky that I could get her to suck me off or open her legs at the click of my fingers. Ja, I was a lucky man, but also a nasty one.
I was never going to be a good man, not if I wanted to keep her.
Today was the day I officially gave in on being good and moral and righteous.
I smiled and tucked a wayward curl away from her eye. After wrinkling her nose and sniffling, she snuggled even closer. The prickle in my eyes surprised me. I couldn’t afford to be sad; I had to be her mean-ass, cold-hearted trainer – the man who would fuck her sideways and hurt her for the most minor of infractions.
Ja. It was the only way I could save her life. Glass would never let her go. Neither would I.
When we landed off the coast, it was at a small, unwatched beach with the shore almost mangrove swamp to the very edge. We waded up onto the short stretch of beach and waited for Glass to come back with word of our transport. The first thing Jazmine did when I deliberately took my eye off her, was to head toward the villagers at the far end of the beach, who were stacking crates to take to the plane. Glass was going to fly back to Port Moresby while I drove in.
Unloading a slave woman in the middle of where he had to land there was never going to work.
I nabbed her before she drifted more than two yards up the beach. “Where the fuck are you going?” I clicked my fingers and she dropped to kneel in the wet sand.
Chewing on my lip, arms folded, I examined her. “Answer me.”
Her swallow was obvious. “To see those people.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, Sir. It just happened.” Her gaze seemed to hold as much confusion as I felt.
“You don’t know? Guess.”
“I don’t. It was automatic.” Her head shake and misery-packed frown said it was the truth.
If she wasn’t trying to escape... No. I was going to send myself crazy.
Training, training, and more training – that’s what was needed.
“Whatever the reason, it was wrong. I’ll punish you in the car.”
And so it went. I knew now how much and what sort of pain she liked, and what she didn’t. What worked as punishment. None of them were likely to work in a moving vehicle. I knew how to get her off fast when I wanted to. So I tried something new.
The window tint was so black we could’ve fucked the London Philharmonic Orchestra and nobody would’ve noticed. I tied her to the seat and the safety belt and stopped every half an hour to give her G spot orgasms with digital massage. It was novel and messy but it kept me amused when she squealed while thrusting onto my hand. I improvised. The bull-dog clamps from a clipboard in the car made things even better for the sadist in me, especially when I placed one on her tongue as well as her nipples. Temporary but intriguing.
I eyed her after the fifth time I got her off, leaning over her as she panted down from the O. I’d cuffed her hands to the struts under the headrest to keep her from interfering in my exploration of her pussy and her fingers were still wrapped around them. The clamps were still on her nipples, squashing them a little flat.
A car zipped past on the small roadway, rocking us in their backwash. First one for ages.
The scenery was cock-erecting territory and my dick was about to poke a hole in my pants. Was it wrong when the Dom had to do orgasm denial on himself? I took another tour of my prize – where I’d pulled down the neckline of her dress to reveal her boobs, where I’d rucked up her dress to get my fingers up into her cunt. At her parted lips as she struggled to suck in enough air, even at the sweat sheening her breasts and her face.
“I’m not quite sure this is punishment,” I said quietly. “But I sure as hell fokken like it.”
Her eyelids drifted up and she seemed surprised to see me.
“Yes, I’m still here. I did say I’d fuck your mouth.”
I plucked off the bulldog clamps, fascinated by her moans and flinches, by the red and white on her outthrust breasts.
After a few delicious gasps, her eyes opened wider and I could see that flicker as she searched my face for clues. The tiny smirk of her lips and creasing under her eyes said she liked something. “Yes Sir, you did.”
When I unzipped, she smiled and wriggled her hands. She probably thought I’d free her to do this. Instead, I dragged her lower into the foot well space, stretching out her arms and bringing her mouth down to cock level.
Anyone passing us might catch a hint of movement, but I kneeled up and into position, anchored my fingers in her hair, and brought her mouth and my cock together.
“Open wide. I need to check you out from the inside.”
That first whispering touch of her lips on the head, then the swirl of her tongue across the slit and I was gone. Suppressing a groan, I thrust further in and she began to suck.
“Damn, woman. Your mouth is made for this.”
Though making this last for longer than a few minutes was tempting, she was, technically, abducted and this was almost public. I fucked her mouth quickly – fast, slobbery, wet and deep, until she gagged and lost the ability to breathe. The rhythm built, I slid to the very back and jammed myself there, feeling that exquisite rush as my cum choked her, and her tongue, and all those other moist parts of throat and mouth, created suction around my cock.
I pulled out, cupped the back of her head and leaned in to kiss her like the animal I was. I could taste her and me both.
It was a feral, violent kiss, all mingled and insane – crushed lips, cum, drool, penetrating tongue, and male pos
session. I dragged her up the seat and slapped her legs apart when she went to close them.
“Keep that pussy where I can see it.”
She whimpered and wriggled her lower torso, playing the part of innocent victim so well my cock twitched, getting ready for round two.
I grunted, smiled malevolently, and draped my arm above her, along the headrest.
Her soft eyes and the way she lay where I’d made her, said submission with a big huge S.
“Coming in your mouth with you my prisoner, where you have no choice but to swallow...fokken incredible. You are...” I sucked in air, considering what I’d been about to say – that she was the best thing in my life, ever, but I couldn’t, not without seeming weak.
For much of the drive, I reminded her of her vulnerability by keeping my hand between her legs. Her squirms and delicate moans were a great accompaniment to driving, though I had to dig up the gag when we drew nearer the city. I pulled her hat down over her eyes and let her recover...apart from clipping her clit hood with the clamp.
Those whimpers made me evil. I let it stay on for the maximum safe time before I pulled over and removed the clamp.
By the time we reached the housing compound, and drove inside Glass’s garage, the seat cover was thoroughly damp.
“Look at that mess,” I murmured while biting her ear, then her neck, then constructing a three-bite track down to her nipple. I admired the red hickeys springing up while she whimpered, and took the opportunity to twist her nipple, hard, in a half circle. “Not done with you yet. That was just the start of punishment.”
With the gag still in, she could only blink at me through those pretty tears.
I exited, went to her door and undid all the ties, then clicked my fingers and pointed at the floor.
Watching her almost pour off the seat and then kneel with her head down, drool dripping from the ball gag, and her palms on the concrete because she needed them there to stop herself from faceplanting... A sweaty, bedraggled woman devastated by too many climaxes.
I grinned. Today would be interesting.
Why hadn’t I given up on being a good man earlier in my career?
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