Page 5 of Slaved
Feeling my breath hitch as he continued securing my ankles to the cross, I wasn’t certain why he gave me a history lesson about the cross, especially since learning about it was the last thing on my mind.
Running his hands up my legs, my body became heated and I welcomed the cool air of the room. I shouldn’t have felt what I did. It was wrong. How could I feel so much excitement with another man? When he placed his lips on mine, the kiss was more demanding than the one before. His teeth grazed my lower lip with a soft nibble. It didn’t matter that I wanted more. He had all the control as he pulled away.
“I can feel your desire, Lanie. There are so many things I want to teach you.”
If what he had to teach me was anything close to how I was feeling at this very moment, I would be one of his favorite students. “Please, teach me.”
His hands covered my breasts and he gently caressed the tips of my nipples between his fingers. Pinching the hard buds, the pleasure surpassed the minimal amount of pain he had caused. Still tender, he lowered his mouth and lapped his tongue back and forth against the taut peak, sending a sensation up and down my body that I could no longer control. Without warning, my entire body shuddered, crippling my body with an intense and insane orgasm.
Though I was barely able to hang on, Master Holland released my ankles and then my wrists from the leather restraints. My body collapsed when he lifted me in his arms and carried me to a long table covered in red velvet. Lost in the land of ecstasy, I was oblivious to what he was doing. It was only when he restrained my wrists and ankles with a soft red rope that I realized what he had done. Pulling against the rope, I could feel it dig into my skin. Stopping before I hurt myself, I lifted my head and watched Master Holland walk toward me holding something in his hand. I couldn’t see what it was until he got closer to me. My body became tense as I knew what it was used for. Of everything that Master Winston used on me during my training, this was the one item I hated most. As Master Holland dragged the thin leather straps along my leg, I could hear the terror in my voice. “Please, Master Holland, I beg of you not to use that on me.”
“What are you afraid of, Lanie? I will never give you more than you can handle. A flogger, if used correctly, can make a woman’s body come alive.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I held my breath. Master Holland continued moving the flogger up my body, grazing my body lightly with the straps. I could feel the warmth of his hand follow the straps. When he moved his hand between my legs, I knew that he would find me wet. Parting my wet folds, I could feel him insert his finger inside my vagina. My thighs clenched around his hand as he stroked me, searching for my pleasure point that once was a hindrance. The moisture between my legs beaded and I could no longer stop the orgasm waiting to be freed.
“You are so responsive, Lanie.” His whispered words proved he had conquered the task of making me come. “There is only one thing left to do.”
Releasing me from my restraints, he took hold of my ankles and crossed his arms, causing me to flip over on my stomach. There was a slight sting, but not enough to cause pain to my ass. It was done to grab my attention. “On your hands and knees, Lanie.”
Doing as he instructed, I lifted my hips and adjusted my body to doggy style. There was a light sting on my right butt cheek, which sent a surge of electricity up my spine to the tip of my nipples. Master Holland was right. My body reacted differently than when Master Winston struck me. Soothing the faint sting with his hands, he soon moved them up my spine and pressed his hands against my skin. “Lower your head and rest it on the table.”
As I placed my cheek against the table, there was a nudge between my legs advising me to spread them apart. Although this position wasn’t uncomfortable, I knew more of me was being exposed. My body jumped as something cool separated my moistened folds. I knew that it was a vibrator the minute I heard a humming sound. When he pressed it against my entrance the humming became louder as it penetrated my vagina. The sensation was more than I could handle. “Beg me to give you more, Lanie.”
“Please, Master Holland.” My voice was not my own as I begged for more.
Moving the vibrator back and forth inside me, Master Holland increased the intensity. As much as I wanted this feeling to last, I could no longer hold back. My knees shook as I gave in to an overlapping wave of pleasure.
~Five~
ALANNAH
After taking a soothing bath which Master Holland had drawn for me, I headed down the stairs to the dining room where he told me I was to go. As I went through the doorway, the same gentleman that had been in the cold room in the basement was waiting on the other side. He was dressed differently, wearing a dark suit and tie. Master Holland sat at the table and was being served by the maid that let me use her phone.
Hearing the doors close, I turned toward them to find that the man had left the room. It was only Master Holland, the maid, and I inside. As I walked to the table, the maid looked up at me and gave me a small smile before nodding her head once and leaving the room.
“Come, Lanie, sit next to me and enjoy this wonderful meal that Geoff has prepared for us. Lord knows you deserve it.” His eyes never left me as he waited until I took a seat.
I was starving, and having worked up an appetite, I picked up my fork and dug into my meal, which looked and smelled amazing. As we continued with our delicious meal, the man from before entered the room. He came over to Master Holland and whispered something in his ear. I couldn’t hear what he told him, but based on Master’s expression, he wasn’t happy about what the man shared. Looking over at me, he said, “There is somewhere I would like to take you. I think you will like it.”
Wiping my mouth, I placed my cloth napkin in my lap, and looked over to Master Holland to find he was smiling. Returning the smile, I waited a moment then asked, “Where will you be taking me, Master?”
Before I could take my last bite, Master snapped his fingers to summons the gentleman that had taken his place by the dining-room door. Just like an obedient server, he walked over and pulled my chair from the table, letting me know that I was to stand. Pushing his own chair away, Master stood, took a step toward me, and held out his hand.
As I placed my hand in his, he smiled. “I think we are past you addressing me as Master. Please call me Martin.”
It would be strange addressing him as Martin. Every man I had ever known, other than my father, requested I call him master. Every man except Roman. Something inside me broke. The thought of where Roman could be entered my mind and I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever see him again. Emptiness filled my heart knowing that, just like my father, he was gone forever.
“What is it, Lanie?” The tone in Martin’s voice confirmed that he saw my unhappiness. There was no way I could let him know how I felt, so I lied.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
♥ ♥ ♥
When Martin opened the door to the home away from home, as he called it, the décor was just like his home on the coast. The only difference was it had more of a country feel with the massive wood beams and rustic furnishings. The trees that surrounded the home reminded me of an enchanted forest in a fairytale story.
Even though the drive distracted me from thinking about Roman, it didn’t take away the emptiness I felt being without him. My life was with Martin and the best thing I could do was to forget about Roman. Leading me to the back of the house, Martin looked over his shoulder and smiled, “There is something I want to show you. Maybe it will put a smile on that beautiful face.”
I thought I had left my sad expression at Martin’s home on the coast, but evidently, I brought it with me. Smiling the best I could under the circumstances, I felt him squeeze my hand. Reaching the back entrance, he pulled open the double glass doors to reveal a large sandstone patio that extended the length of the house. As we stepped outside, I looked around, feeling like I was in the land of tranquility. I wasn’t sure if there was such a place, but if there was, this would be it.
