Page 6 of Slaved
We headed down the steps at the end of the patio to a stone path that led deep into a wooded area. When I looked up, there was only a hint of blue sky that could be seen through the tree branches. Moss clung to the tree bark and a noticeable difference in the air was present as we walked further down the path. I wasn’t sure where Martin was taking me, but I felt safe.
Coming upon a clearing, another spectacular scene came into view. It was as though I had stepped back in time. A large cobblestoned house with stone pillars supporting an arched entry way was situated before me. As we got closer, I could see a door made of heavy wood and iron hinges that had been discolored by the weather. Even though I felt safe, there was something about this place that didn’t feel right. The minute Martin opened the door my mind was at ease. There was nothing to be afraid of, at least not at first sight. It was your typical cottage home with a stone fireplace, a modestly decorated sitting area, and a simple kitchen. It was only after we headed down the steep steps that it all changed.
Pulling on Martin’s hand, I waited for him to look at me. “I’m afraid, Martin.”
He saw my apprehension and waited a moment before going any further. “There is nothing to be afraid of, Lanie.” The light squeeze of my hand reassured me he was sincere.
In a way, the dark coldness of the basement reminded me of the basement at his coastal home. I was afraid then as well, and for no reason. Taking a breath, I held onto Martin’s hand as he led me to an archway at the end of the long hallway. On the other side of the arch were two doors, one on the right and one on the left. Choosing to enter the door on the right, Martin turned the knob and pushed the door open.
When he turned on the lights, I looked inside and saw it was a playroom. The room wasn’t scary at all, and knowing what would soon happen set off a tingle between my legs. Unlike Master Winston, I trusted Martin and liked the way he made me feel. Drawing me inside the room, he closed the door behind us.
“Assume your position, Lanie,” he whispered as he lowered the zipper to my dress, kissing me on the shoulder as he moved my dress out of the way.
I was just about to kick off my heels, when he called out. “Leave the heels on, but take everything else off.”
Naked other than my heels, I lowered to the floor and took my submissive position. With my hands resting on my lap, I saw the shadow of his footsteps. My head was lowered and even though I couldn’t see him, I could hear him on the other side of the room. My heart beat faster and when there was a light touch on my shoulder, I knew that he had returned.
“Stand, Lanie,” he commanded.
Standing, I waited for his next instruction. Instead of telling me what he wanted me to do, he took hold of my hand and led me over to a bench. Stopping in front of the bench, which was a little higher than my waist, I felt him apply pressure to my back, alerting me to bend forward. Bent at my waist, I leaned over the thick beam. My arms dangled freely until he secured them, one on each side. It was impossible to lift my head in this position to see what he would do next, and even if I could, I could only see what was in front of me.
The silence worried me. It was as though he had left me alone. But the minute I felt his hand on my body, it reassured me that he was still in the room with me. There was no warning when his hand came down on my ass. Along with the pain came pleasure, making it hard to hide the excitement it had caused. He gave my ass a hard squeeze before caressing the sting away. Over and over he teased me, toyed with my desire. I was his. His plaything, his slave. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for him.
“Tell me what you desire, Lanie.” His voice was soft, yet powerful, and I knew he would deny me unless I confessed to him what I wanted, needed.
“Please, Martin, I desire you.”
“Then that is what you shall have.”
Kicking my legs apart, he pressed his body to mine and I could feel the steely length of his cock against me. Smoothing his hands along my outer thigh and then to the inside, he found his way to my wet folds before dipping a finger inside. Pushing hard against him, I stopped my movement when he struck my ass with his hand. Keeping still, I bit my lower lip and tried not to move. Focusing on my breathing instead of his touch, my concentration was broken when I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered. Going against what I knew was wrong, I turned my head to get a glance at him.
I thought I could feel his presence, but when I turned, he was no longer near me. Instead, he had moved to the other side of the room and only his perfectly sculpted ass was on display. What was he getting now? The question popped in my head as I continued to watch him.
Without turning, like he could feel my eyes burn into his flesh, he ordered, “Eyes forward, Lanie.”
Feeling embarrassed, only because he had caught me, I faced forward and made no more moves. Waiting until he returned, I thought about all the things I wanted from him. Mostly, I just wanted to feel him. Never had I desired a man more than at this moment.How could this be? Roman was the man I loved.Although he was gone, I would never forget him and my heart would always belong to him. Was it possible to share my heart with two men?
My heart felt torn, ripped in half from the feelings that were consuming every inch of my being. That all went away the second Martin placed his hand on me. “You will do as I say, Lanie. I will be the first thing that enters your mind and the last thing to leave. Every day, it will be me in your thoughts.”
As I hung onto every word he spoke, his fingers raked through my hair, stopping at the crown of my head. I should have been frightened, but I wasn’t. I trusted Martin and knew that he would only give me pleasure. His lips were close to my ear and before he placed them on my ear lobe, he voiced his intentions. “I will give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”
Excitement filled my body as Martin released me from the bench and led me over to the long table in the middle of the room. I sucked in a breath of air and waited for what he had planned. Pushing his hand against my spine, I lowered my shoulders to the table and rested my cheek against the warm velvet. His hands slid down my back, before resting on the globes of my ass. I was wet with desire and when he positioned his erection at my entrance, he would know just how much. As he teased and rubbed my entrance, I could feel the strength of his cock. When he pressed inside my heated core, his hands gripped my hips and all I wanted was to receive more of him. I was pushing my hips against his thrusts when Martin’s hand came down on my ass in a warning. “Stay still, Lanie, or I will stop.”
Knowing he would do as he said, I held my position and allowed myself to feel him. Thrust for thrust, I held back until he commanded me to move with him. As he pressed harder, deeper inside me, his hands dug deeper into my flesh. While I was concentrating only on the rhythm of his movements, my time had finally come. “Now, Lanie.”
The words were sweet surrender as I pushed against him, anticipating the pleasure I would be granted. Rotating my hips in slow circles, I took his cock prisoner, pulling him deeper inside. There was no escape for him. My walls gripped him tighter as he became more relentless in his movements. Bound in pure ecstasy, he spun me around and positioned his body between my thighs. Lifting me onto the table, he pushed my knees to my chest, and held them in place as he continued to ram harder, more aggressively. Just as we were bound together, our release inextricably secured the connection we had with one another.
~Six~
ROMAN
The directions the maid gave me were way off, and after calling her back to get more information with no luck, I was left doing some research of my own. There were too many large homes along the coast, and not knowing which home belonged to Martin Holland, I was at a complete loss. Whoever owned the house where Lanie was being kept, it didn’t belong to Holland or at least wasn’t in his name. Maybe I was going about this wrong. All I knew was that I was running out of options to find Lanie, and knocking on every door along the coast wasn’t an option I wanted to visit.
If Martin Holland lived in this area, someone would know who he was and where he lived. Taking a chance that someone would be home, I pulled into a driveway where a vehicle had been parked. The way the car was parked didn’t allow me to see that someone left the back door open. When I looked inside, several bags of groceries were on the seat. Whoever lived here must have been in the processes of unloading the car.
As I was heading toward the front door, an older lady, about fifty, exited the home and walked toward me. “Hello,” she said as she continued to walk my way. “Can I help you with something?”
“I’m looking for Martin Holland’s house. Do you by chance know where he lives?”
