Captured by the Master- The Complete Series

by Izzy Slam

  “May I cum, daddy? Please?” Selena begs.

  “You shall both cum immediately so that I can fuck your pretty holes.”

  With her thighs trembling, Selena is the first to let go, her clit bouncing rapidly on the tip of my tongue.

  “Oh fuck,” she grunts, a rare curse word escaping her lips.

  Fuck, it turns me on to no end. My cock does a mid-air dance as it leaks more of my need. But when Selena’s cries of pleasure subside, I quickly shift to Natasha’s bundle of nerves, bringing her to climax in mere seconds, rubbing my face between her folds until my beard and nose are both coated in her juices.

  My libido is through the roof, and once Natasha’s moans settle, I stand up and run both hands over their lower backs, taking in the curve of their hips and their hair splayed out on the sheets.

  “Don’t move an inch, either one of you,” I tell them, my cock harder than ever.

  As I stand up and stroke my length, I catch Selena leaning over and pressing her lips to Natasha’s. They engage in an intimate kiss, their tongues dancing with one another as I slide into Selena’s pussy and hold her steady.

  I fuck her slowly as my eyes float over the two women who belong to me, but I see them differently now. No longer tools, or mere servants to satisfy my needs, they have taken on a sort of importance, like a gift I should treasure. But not the kind of “treasure” you leave on a shelf, only taking it down when it serves a purpose. These sorts of gifts you treasure by using them and bringing them joy.

  Fucking her feels different now, and I take pleasure in watching her and Natasha indulge in sensual expressions of lust.

  I know how Selena likes to be fucked, too. So I tighten my grip on her fleshy sides and pick up the pace, ramming my cock into her depths with enough force to elicit another orgasm. My pelvis slams against her rippling ass, and I feel my own release is imminent.

  “Oh god,” she huffs, gripping the sheets and looking over her shoulder at me.

  “Cum on my cock. Show me how you love it.”

  I give her ass a hard slap, then take her long hair in my grip and give it a tug. And that sends her tumbling. Her tight walls grip me, quivering in waves over my steely length.

  I hold back a growl as Natasha tosses me a look, her eyes filled with lust and need as our gazes touch. “You’re next,” I tell her.

  But it’s not her pussy I will take.

  Not yet.

  After sliding out of Selena, and noticing the radiant glow on her face, I move over to my Natasha, my outspoken girl, and I touch the tip of my slick cock to her forbidden hole while keeping the heel of my hand pressed to her lower back.

  “Are you sick of daddy taking you here?” I ask, pushing into her deliciously tight rose part of the way.

  “How could I ever get sick of you taking what you want?”

  The grumble that climbs up my throat relieves some of the tension that exists inside of me, but when I feel Natasha’s muscles grip me on the way in, I know my cock will empty inside of her bowels before too long.

  Selena lies down lengthwise on the bed, directly below Natasha, so that they can kiss while I fuck her. And it heightens my experience, watching those two together.

  I’ve watched plenty of my servants take pleasure in each other, often with me in the middle. And I’ve never responded this way.

  Something is shifting, and I think it’s a good shift.

  I push my cock all the way in Natasha’s puckered rose, until my scrotum is tapping the sticky lips of her labia, and the contact makes my balls tighten. I begin to pound her softly, not taking my eyes off her displays of affection with Selena.

  I drive into her harder, listening to her purrs of pleasure, when she finally utters a simple, “Oh daddy.”

  Hot lava courses through my veins at her words, and my cock releases a hefty amount of seed, filling her up so fast I can see my fluid leaking out before I’m finished emptying.

  I growl, burying myself balls deep as I realize…

  …I’m falling for her. I’m falling for someone I never even planned to keep.

  Natasha

  I lie in the tub, letting the bubbles float over my skin as I relax.

  A lot has happened in the last week, and as I compare my life now to the one I had with Sir Evan, I feel real tingles of joy.

  Daddy said he would use me mercilessly for sex, and that he has done. But he also said I would come to hate him.

  And that couldn’t be further from the truth.

  I never expected to have feelings for him, even though most women do end up developing warm fuzzies for the men who own them. But I’ve always been a little hard around the edges. I came here for help, with no idea of how things would turn out. I sure didn’t come to to fall for a man who has yet to declare his ownership of me.

  Besides, I watched the way my father treated his servants, like they were no better than the livestock he owned. And those women did so much for him as well as teaching me a lot. I’ve no clue what happened to my mother. I learned from a young age that he sold her to someone else, but he never talked about it much, as though it were a sore subject. I suppose that I was lucky, that I grew up with a father who was affectionate towards me, especially since I didn’t have a mother to do those motherly things. But I still feel like my childhood carved me into a hard woman.

  A hard woman who’s quickly becoming soft towards our State Master.

  When my father sold me to Sir Evan, I was initially relieved because he has so much power within the community. I thought that maybe, just maybe, he would appreciate me, appreciate what I could offer. That he would see I wasn’t some random servant looking to be of use only within the home. I could do so much more. I could help him run his businesses. I could keep his books or run marketing campaigns.

  But he threw me in the cellar like I was nothing more than a nuisance.

  At least Master Synister is making me feel as though I hold some value. And the way he came through today for me and Selena proves that he does have a heart, beneath that rough exterior.

  I think he appreciates my outspokenness, and I believe that he can be molded. I just need to be brave with him and not hold back. Tell him like it is.

  A knock at the door startles me, and when I look up, I see daddy peering into the large bathroom. His eyes move over me in one long, visual lick that sends my toes curling.

  “Hello, daddy. Did you want to join me?”

  “Not right now. I need you in my chambers, ASAP.”

  He pulls the door closed, leaving me feeling hollow. Something is wrong. I don’t know what, but I can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s not himself.

  I flick the drain on the tub and wrap a towel around my body, my mind racing with the possibilities. Once I’m dry, I pull on the robe he bought special for me and make my way to his room, my heart racing. I hope he isn’t sending me away. I don’t know why that’s at the forefront of my mind but it is.

  The door to his chambers is open and when I walk in, I find Selena sitting at a small vanity in the corner. A vanity that wasn’t there earlier today. Daddy has his nose in his cell phone, typing away at … something.

  I pad across the room and he finally sees me before setting his phone aside on the large dresser. “Little one, come here.”

  He stands with his hands in his pockets, and as I approach him with apprehension, Selena tosses a look over her shoulder at me, wearing a half smile.

  “Things are going to be a bit different around here,” daddy starts, taking my hands in his.

  I feel my walls start to weaken at his touch. And looking into his dark, brooding eyes grow softer as they stare into mine, I wonder if his walls are about to crumble or if he’s about to break my heart.

  “All right,” I whisper, holding his gaze.

  “Thanks to you, it’s been brought to my attention that I might have been neglecting my servants. I don’t want that to happen any longer, so … I’m bringing Selena into my bed. Which means the three of
us will be sharing space together.”

  “That’s it?” I asked, glancing at Selena as she sat on the stool facing us, hands on her knees.

  “That’s a lot. A major change for me. I’ve not let many servants sleep in my bed, much less two at a time.”

  “Oh, I understand that. It’s just, well, you appeared … I thought you were upset about something.”

  He pulls a face and places my hands on his strong chest. “Upset? Why would you think that, little one?”

  “I’m not sure. The tone of your voice, maybe? It doesn’t matter,” I answer, shaking my head. “This is good news.”

  “You really think so?” Selena asks, standing up and walking our way. She slides her hands around daddy’s waist, and I admit a spark of jealousy surges through me. “We weren’t sure how you would feel about it.”

  We weren’t sure? Selena makes it sound as though he brought it up with her first. I mean, obviously he did, but I get the feeling that he asked her opinion on it, which surprises me.

  “I feel perfectly fine about it,” I argue, pulling my hands away from daddy’s frame. “I am particularly tired tonight, though, so if it’s okay with you, I’d like to retire for the evening.”

  Daddy’s eyes flicker at me in a way that makes me think he knows I’m not being completely honest. But I know that if I act defiant in any way, that might trigger him to pin me to the bed and throat fuck me. And I’m not in the mood for that. Not at all.

  I shouldn’t feel sick about this. After all, he’s owned Selena longer than me. And I don’t even know if he technically owns me. Am I even his servant or just some captured girl he wants to keep around for a while?

  God, I feel sick. Even as Selena backs away from him and returns to brushing her hair.

  “I’ll allow you to retire, but I’d like to talk about this more later on, when you’re not so tired.”

  Great. He knows. “Of course, daddy. Good night.”

  I stand on my tiptoes and give him a soft kiss on the cheek, and it makes my chest hurt. I want him to embrace me, to growl and lift me off the floor, taking me in his arms and kissing me the way I’m dying to be kissed by him, as if he can’t resist being in my presence without consuming me.

  “Good night, little one,” he answers, cupping the back of my head for a moment. “Selena? Why don’t you join her so the both of you can get a good night’s sleep? I still have some work to do before I come to bed.”

  “All right, Master.”

  “Good night to you both,” he says, leaving us alone.

  I get settled under the covers, relieved that at least Selena isn’t still calling him daddy like she was this morning. Once she’s lying next to me in the large king-sized bed, it immediately starts to feel crowded, and daddy isn’t even here yet.

  “Are you upset about this?” she asks, turning over to face me.

  Immediately, I feel guilty. It’s not as though she’s done something wrong, so I can’t exactly hold this against her.

  “No, I’m not upset with you.”

  “That’s not what I asked. Are you upset about the situation?”

  I let out a quiet sigh, and she scoots closer, reaching across to brush her hand along my cheek. “I don’t know what I am. I’ve never been in this situation before, so it’s new to me. I just never expected to have … feelings like this.”

  “I have feelings too,” she whispers. “But I’m afraid they aren’t reciprocated.”

  My insides twist. I don’t have the right to feel this way. I know I don’t. I cross my arms over my chest under the covers before speaking.

  “You don’t think Master Synister cares about you? I can tell you, he does.”

  Now she lets out a sigh. “It’s not Master I have feelings for.”

  I flick my head in her direction, confused.

  “It’s James, his assistant. But … I don’t even think he knows that I exist.”

  A smile plays upon my face. “Well, we can change that. We can change that easily.”

  I roll over in bed to face Selena and take her hand in mine, giggling. This is going to be fun.

  Rogue

  I sit at my desk and sort through the messages on my phone when one from James catches my attention. I don’t know how I missed it earlier, but I have been a bit distracted today. Not just with fielding complaints from some of the local business owners regarding the new tax for infrastructure laws, which weren’t even my idea to begin with. But also fielding complaints from the two women closest to me.

  The one-line message from James is simple: News.

  This of course means there’s new information to share, and I’m relatively certain it’s about Evan Addams since that’s his top priority right now. I respond, letting him know I’m in my office. Since he lives downstairs in my presidential suite, he should be here in a few minutes.

  While waiting on James, my mind can’t help but drift back to Natasha. I purposely moved Selena into my bed and chambers, thinking it would make them both happy. From the moment Natasha arrived, they’ve been like two peas in a pod, and finding them in bed together today cemented my theory: that the three of us would be good together.

  But perhaps I jumped the gun? The look of disappointment that washed over her face when I told her spoke volumes. Maybe she really is tired and just needs time to process. Or maybe … she wants Selena all to herself now?

  The thought makes me growl, to think that Natasha doesn’t want me, that her one experience has left her confused about her sexuality.

  And fuck, now that I’m really thinking about it, the truth is, I wouldn’t mind having Natasha all to myself. But then, what would I do with Selena?

  “Good evening, sir.”

  “James, you got here fast.”

  I stand up and nod to the door, gesturing for him to give us privacy.

  “Sorry, it’s late,” he mutters, shutting the door.

  “No worries. What did you find out?”

  He runs a hand through his sandy blond hair. “I’ll need to get confirmation from Sal, but it looks like our friend has someone here, on the inside.”

  My hands immediately clench into fists.

  “Who?” I grit out.

  He slowly shakes his head. “I’ve no clue. Sal asked me if he should start questioning some of the men, but I told him I wanted to speak with you first.”

  “Fuck.” I spin on my heels and cross the room, looking at the monitors. All I see is darkness, but I fondly remember the night I saw Natasha moving among these same trees. But Evan’s spy would not have snuck in here the way she did.

  I have close to a hundred men stationed on my property, all of them brought here to train for my military program or to be working on the inside via security, state planning, policing, or even minor tasks like meal preparation. It could be any one of them. But I think I can narrow it down a bit further.

  “Whoever it is would have arrived this week. Evan is after Natasha. He knows she’s here.”

  “Sir, Evan has been planning something for a long time now. I wouldn’t necessarily say the implant arrived this week. He could have gotten here at any point over the last few months.”

  Goddammit, I know he’s right. Which complicates things. “Tell Sal, first thing in the morning he is to begin questioning our newest arrivals, starting with our trainees. I have a hunch.”

  “Yes, sir. I’ll contact him right away.”

  I remain silent for several moments as I vacillate between wondering who our spy is and feeling heavy about Natasha. “James, before you leave, I have a question.”

  “This sounds personal,” he says, sitting in the chair next to the wall and stretching out his legs.

  I chuckled. He knew me well. “You could say that. When was the last time you took a woman here?”

  Pulling a long face, it was evident James had been too focused on work. But I consider that a good trait. I need him focused right now. “Longer than I care to admit, why?”

  “When all this blo
ws over, I’d like to reward you with one of my girls. Maybe send you away on vacation for a while. You’ve earned it.”

  He lifts his brow and stands to shake my hand. “I wouldn’t turn such a gift away. Thank you, sir.”

  “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your loyalty. Go ahead and call Sal, and get some rest. Tomorrow will be a busy day.”

  “You bet.”

  I watch James leave, staying behind in my office to take care of some overseas phone calls I’ve been putting off. Within the hour, I’m exhausted and, for the first time, really looking forward to lying next to Natasha and feeling her body heat.

  After showering, I slide into bed between the two, trying not to wake either one of them. Their soft bodies feel good and my cock grows stiff, right about the time that Natasha murmurs something and curls her body into my side, tossing her leg over my mine.

  “Daddy? Are you awake?” she whispers.

  “I just got here, so yes.”

  Her hand trails across my chest and down my abs, until she finds my erection and can grip it with her fingers. Her voice is a purr as she nuzzles her face in my neck.

  “Hi, daddy,” she says, her voice still a whisper.

  “Hi, little one. It seems you’re no longer tired?”

  “Nope. Wide awake and hungry for you.”

  This sure is a change from when I last saw her. But I don’t dare question her about it. Especially since she’s climbing me as though I were a jungle gym. “You’re not even going to ask my permission, huh? You’re just going to go for it?” I ask, sliding my hands behind my head and watching her mount me in the dark.

  She shakes her head, and within a few seconds, I can see the rough outline of a smile on her pretty face.

  “Good,” I growl, moving my hands up to her breasts and cupping them softly.

  I love the way Natasha thinks, acting and speaking with no fear. For the first time I can just lie back and let her take what she wants. I rather like it.

  “Mm, I hope I get a turn.” Selena’s voice floats to me.

  “Your turn is now. Get on my face.”