Page 8 of Slaved
When she resisted me, I knew he had gotten to her. Lifting her head, her eyes met mine. Her eyes said everything as a tear fell. “I can’t go with you, Roman. My place is here with Master Martin.”
“Do you hear yourself, Lanie? Do you even know what kind of man Martin is?”
“He is a good man, Roman. I know that he will never hurt me.”
Placing my hand on her cheek, I looked deeper inside and all I could see was a woman torn between what she wanted and what she needed. Just as I was about to say how I felt, Martin chimed in, pulling my attention from Lanie. “Let’s go inside. I think I may have a solution that will make everyone happy.”
I wasn’t sure what he had up his sleeve, but I knew he couldn’t be trusted. Against my better judgement, I waited for him to pass and lead the way inside the house. Watching the way he handled Lanie made me wonder if he was playing me or if he was a good man like Lanie stated.
As I walked through the patio door, the inside of Martin’s home was not what I had expected it to be. The décor was rustic, which gave it a country feeling. The large beams that ran the length of the ceiling reminded me of a ski lodge in the mountains. Looking around the room, he caught my attention. “Scotch or brandy?”
“Excuse me?” I replied.
“Would you prefer Scotch or brandy?”
I wasn’t keen on either, but I said, “Scotch will be fine.”
Lanie hadn’t said a word since we entered the house and it worried me that she stood by Martin as though she was his slave. Her head was lowered and as much as I wanted her to look at me, she wouldn’t. Taking my Scotch from Martin, he held up his brandy in a toast. “To new beginnings.”
I was curious as to what new beginning he was talking about. “Care to explain, Martin?”
“I think we both know how we feel about Lanie. All we want is for her to be well taken care of. Being a dominant yourself, I’m sure you are well aware of what that consists of. Lanie will need to be retrained and we both know Winston didn’t have Lanie’s best interest in mind. He only cared about his own.”
I had to agree with Martin. Winston was a greedy Dom and the things he did to Lanie were unforgivable. “Get to the point, Martin. We both know what an asshole Winston was.”
“I propose that we train Lanie together. I have already started the process of retraining her, and she is responding very well, but she needs more than I can give her.” There was a break in his tone and I knew he was keeping something dark hidden.
~Eight~
ALANNAH
What was Martin talking about? As much as I wanted to lift my head and voice my opinion, I didn’t. I only listened, gathering all the information I could so I could understand what Martin was talking about. The conversation they were having was about me, but it felt as though I wasn’t there. I was only there to listen.
Taking my place next to Martin, I touched him on the arm. “Can I please say something?”
Their eyes were on me and the way they were looking at me, I knew I might have overstepped my position. Walking toward me, Roman took hold of my hand, “You have every right to be a part of this conversation. I can’t speak for Martin, but what you have to say is important to me.”
“You may not know this, Alannah, but you hold all the power.” Martin’s words surprised me, and based on Roman’s reaction, they surprised him too.
Taking a deep breath, I knew they were waiting for me to say something and the only way I could do that was to step away from both men. There was no way I could say what needed to be said standing so close to them. Turning to face them, I lifted my head. “I want nothing more than to be trained by both of you. There is so much that I want to learn. I was trained to please so many men for no other reason than to have them do as they wished. Pleasing both of you is all I want to do.”
While I stood still waiting for them to say something, my heart beat faster as they walked toward me. When they held out their hands, I placed one of mine in each of theirs. Leaning in closer, they each placed a kiss on my cheek. “It pleases me to hear you say that, Alannah. Roman and I will make sure you are well taken care of.”
♥ ♥ ♥
It felt so strange sitting in the car with Martin and Roman. I never thought they would be the two men I would end up caring about. In some ways they were alike, but in others they were so different. They were both handsome beyond words; Martin being about fifteen years older with a hint of gray appearing at his temples and always looking so serious. Roman, on the other hand, was more relaxed, and not easily intimidated. Martin had been just as caring and kind as Roman, and even though Roman hadn’t trained me, I was sure he would be a caring and kind master too.
I couldn’t have asked for a better view as I continued to listen to them talk. Martin did most of the talking. The plan was that I would spend four days a week with Roman and the rest of the time with Martin. Martin suggested that we go to Roman’s club so he could get a feel for Roman’s training techniques. Roman objected at first, but then agreed to allow Martin to observe him. Having another man watch while I was being trained wasn’t new, but knowing that Martin would be watching us made me nervous. I wanted to please both of them. I guess more than anything I wanted them to be proud of me.
When Roman came to a stop, I knew we had reached our destination. Looking out the window, I glanced over to the building Roman had parked in front of and read the letters ‘RAPTURE’ lit in deep red on the marquee sign above the door. My heart pounded, anticipating what waited for me behind the door. As Roman helped me out of the car, the outside of the club appeared to be nothing more than a fancy nightclub. The minute I stepped inside I could see it was so much more than that. There were three stages stretching the length of the room with three beautiful women dressed only in thongs and high heels dancing. Their movements were hypnotizing and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Even though they were dancing to the same music, their dancing styles were different.
When Martin placed his hand on my arm, he broke my hypnotic state. “They are beautiful, but it is time to go.”
Nodding my head, I walked behind Martin and Roman. My eyes remained on the dancers until they were no longer in view. Stopping in front of a red door. Roman turned to face me and smiled. “Before we go in, I want to let you know that there are things you may or may not have seen before. Everyone has their own way of giving or receiving pleasure. Rest assured, I will not be teaching you these techniques. I have my own flavor of pleasure I will teach you.”
I wanted to let Roman know that I knew of this pleasure, but instead of reminding him of that fact, I nodded my head. Since I was unsure of how much Martin knew of our relationship, it wasn’t my place to say.
Opening the red door, we entered a large room where men were milling around. Most of them were in suits, making them look powerful. Taking hold of my hand, Roman led me over to the bar that took up one corner of the room. As I looked around the room, I saw there was only one door other than the one we came through. My curiosity was on full alert as I glanced over to the door, wondering where it led. Everything around me disappeared as I concentrated only on the door.
