Conviction (7 page)

“You will get only what
I
give and no more, precious.
You
are not in control here, make sure to remember that.” Darren returned his fingers to her aching pussy, and smirked as her body trembled as she fought her natural instinct to move against his slick fingers.

Adding a third he began to agonisingly slowly pump his fingers into her, feeling her internal contractions building with each gentle thrust.

“Do not come until I say so or you will be punished. Nod if you understand, Lexie." Darren's voice was husky and breathy and James sympathised. His own erection was crushed in the confines of his leather pants begging for release at the sight of the normally in control and bratty sub in such a deep submissive state. He rubbed over his bulge trying to subdue it but only succeeding in making it harder.

Minutes passed and Darren's relentless pumping of her pussy never waned despite the veins in his hands and arms bulging from exertion.

Lexie begged for release and Darren denied her further, enjoying her body shaking and the sound of the leather wrist and ankle cuffs pulling taught until he knew she had no control over her body.

“Okay, precious, come for me, only for
me
. Come now!” he growled in her ear as he reached around and pinched her clit with his free hand. Lexie exploded around his fingers as her essence poured over his fingers in short gushes in time with her spasms.

He continued his assault on her pussy and clit until she sagged in her bonds fully spent. Quickly undoing her cuffs Darren lifted the petite woman into his arms and gushed his affections into her ear as she recovered. James had never seen her come so hard before and he had tried numerous tactics. Whilst she had submitted to him, it was nowhere near the level of submission she had given Darren in their first play session.

“Do you want to continue, precious? Or would you like to stop for tonight?” Darren whispered in her ear as her breathing evened out and she opened her eyes.

“More, please, Sir, I would like to continue.”

Darren turned to James and smiled at him, nodding his head in thanks that James had seen something that he had missed in the sweet sub. James nodded back and withdrew from the play area, knowing that Lexie was in good hands with Darren and that he would attend to her after-care as any self-respecting dom would.

James ran his eyes around the club before heading to Xander's office. He had an idea, one that his fiery redhead would certainly not like or understand, but he knew that it would work.

Chapter 5 - Kelly

“You want me to what! You can't be serious, Master Xander, tell him he's insane. Surely, you can't agree with him on this! I knew that you wanted to send him in with me to get Abbey, but there has to be another way...there has to be!” Kelly stood in front of Xander's desk her rage evident in the fact that she was yelling at him. After all,
he
was one of her Masters, and despite her aversion for his lifestyle she had agreed to the rules after all.

“You will calm yourself, Little One, I understand that this is a shock to you, but I will not tolerate you yelling at either Master James or Myself.”

Kelly's mouth opened and closed before she stood back from his desk and flopped herself into the high backed arm chair and buried her head in her hands.

“Do you have any idea what you are asking of me, Xan...Master Xander? Do you? Because I'm not sure that I'll ever come back from this, even if we do manage to get Abbey out of that hell hole. I'm not sure I
can
do this without losing every part of myself that I have clawed back from that bastard and the darkness he put in me.” Kelly's voice was quiet, barely above a whisper but there was no mistaking the desperation there.

“We only have a month until Devlin opens his doors for his,
party
. He will sell Abbey that night to the highest bidder and we want to be that bidder. The
only
way to get an invite is to show him that you are in fact alive, that I lied to him about your death in order to keep you for myself. After growing tired of you, I gave you to Master James for his enjoyment. You will be his slave, his to treat in any way
he
deems fit.”

“I...I...” The first of her tears poured down her face. Kelly had promised herself that she would never be someone's doormat, she would never let a man have control over any part of her body, her mind, her soul or her life. And yet, here was a man she had trusted telling her that this crazy idea is exactly what she needed to do. “Pick another girl, there are plenty of subs that would
enjoy
being Master James’s slave, even for a month. They practically drool at his feet when he walks into the club. The other doms only get a look in if he isn't playing or ignores them completely. Otherwise they pine after him all night in the hope that he will pick them.”

“Devlin won’t want just
any
other girl. He'll want it to be
you
, so that he can show you that he still has control over you. That he can
still
hurt you and fuck with your head. Selling Abbey in such a public way, for him at least, is a risky move. He must have doubts about the validity of your death.
You
are our only way in, Kelly, or I wouldn't be asking this much of you.”

“It's too much, Master Xander. Even for Abbey, I can't do this. I just can't!” Kelly stood suddenly and rushed to the door, tears blurring her eyes and she stumbled on the leg of a table and went flying only to be caught by strong warm arms that cradled her to a warm chest that smelled like the ocean with a hint of something more...earthy, a muskiness that had her calming in minutes.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, Kelly, I promise you that. If you do this I promise that we will get Abbey out of there, safe and unharmed. But Xander is right, this is the
only
way. Devlin wouldn't miss this opportunity to punish you for leaving him, for showing him up to his friends.” James picked her up and cradled her in his arms before carrying her effortlessly to the chair she had previously abandoned and sitting down with her still wrapped in his arms.

“It's okay, you can let me go now. I won’t freak out.”

“Not a chance, Buttercup, you're going to learn that a man can hold you and that you have nothing to fear.” James answered holding her tighter as she struggled to sit up and get off his lap. “You might want to stop that wiggling...unless you want to feel
me
against your beautiful ass.”

Kelly froze and blushed a neon shade of red as but allowed herself to be held.

“Kelly, we only have a month, which means you need to start training with Master James straight away. I want you to live with him, his rules, his way. You need to give him control, to submit to him. Not your body. That is yours to give to anyone you choose, but it must look like you are his, completely.”

“I have to
live
with him? I...I have study to do, work. I can't just be his slave for a month, I have other obligations.” Kelly countered as she forced James to lighten his hold so that she could face Xander.

“I have put your studies on hold for now and your wages will continue to be paid. You will remain as James’s slave until we have your daughter back. Then you will be free to return to your life, your study and your job. If you still want it when this all done.” Xander's voice was soothing and despite what he was telling her she remained oddly calm.

“I don't think I even want to know how you managed to put my studies on hold, but I have been thinking about that anyway,” Kelly took in a deep breath before turning to face James. “Master James, I will be your slave, but please understand that sex isn't part of the deal.”

“Understood, Kelly. Just be warned that the night of the auction, I may have to show Devlin that I own every part of you. I might have to do and say things that you aren't going to like, that will bring back the memories and the pain. I will build up to this in your training, but being in his presence, being in that house again, I won't be able to control how you react. And I
will
have to draw you back into line if you decide to fight me then.”

“I will fight you, don't expect me not to. I have fought for years to be free of that monster. The only reason I am even agreeing to this is for Abbey. I will not let him send my baby into a life of pain and lack of freedom. She may already be too far gone for me to help her mentally, but I will save her body from becoming someone's toy.”

“Noted.”

“James, take her home and collect what she needs. You are beginning your training as of now.” Xander turned to his computer screen and placed his hands on the keyboard, effectively dismissing her.

“Kelly, stand up and wait for me outside. I want you on your knees with your hands behind your back and your head down until I come for you. Understood?”

Kelly sucked in breath as her entire body began to shake and pull away from James.

“Kelly, remember why you are doing this. Every single time you want to fight him, thing of Abbey. It's the only thing that important right now. Master James will not hurt you. You need to trust him, trust
us
.” Xander gently reminded her.

“Yes Master Xander, I'm trying. This is just happening so fast.” Kelly stood and her legs nearly buckled beneath her, James reached out and steadied her before letting go and flicking his head towards the door. Slowly she reached it and closed it quietly behind her. Looking down at the floor she knew that she needed to drop to her knees and it took every ounce of control she had to make her body obey her mind. She laced her fingers behind her and her head immediately fell so that she was facing the floor. As her tears cascaded to the floorboards she listened to the deep reverberations of the master's voices,
her
master's voices, as they colluded together to ensure her submission and the rescuing of her daughter.

Two hours later Kelly and James arrived at his home. It wasn't what she had expected. Before her stood a striking natural log home. Set among dense bushland only thirty minutes away from the club. She never would have guessed such a quiet haven existed so close to the city. The neighbours were hidden behind dense bushland which gave his house an isolated feel. When he pulled his car up in the drive, James came around to her side and opened her door, immediately offering Kelly his hand. She hesitated before placing her trembling hand in his and allowed him to guide her from the car. This
gentlemanly
side of James she had never seen before, or bothered to notice, too busy warping her impression of him in her mind based on his interaction in the club. Kelly was surprised to find that it made him feel softer around the edges.

“Wait here, I will get your things.” James returned with her suitcase, laptop bag and backpack to find Kelly quietly crying. “Follow me, Kelly, I know this is hard for you, I understand what you must be feeling and it will get easier.”

“You
understand
? Seriously, James...” Her voice faltered when she realised her mistake and his grip on her bags tightened to the point his knuckles turned white. “
Master
James, you cannot possibly understand what it is like to have no control over your life. When you sleep, if you are allowed to sleep, when you are beaten or raped, when you can see your child, if you
have
a child, when you are forced to do things that I didn't even know
existed
. You have
no
way of understanding what that feels like.”

Kelly watched as her chest heaved as an unknown emotion flicked across James’ face before quickly being replaced with his controlled facade. There had been something there that she had never seen before. A vulnerability almost. Something she had said had sent him into overdrive.

“Follow me, Kelly.” He turned abruptly without another word and walked up the front steps onto a beautiful deck, its rails expertly created out of branches entwined with wire. The wood boards under her feet were stained bringing out the natural colours and imperfections. Kelly followed him into the house amazed at the simple layout and design elements. The entire area was open plan, a large kitchen and sunken lounge dominating the space. The white walls showcased the floorboards that matched the front deck. It was elegant yet homely, and nevertheless, it
felt
like him.

James stood silently watching her face as she took in his house, pride bubbling up as he watched her eyes light up at the small features that he had added. Panoramic photos lined one wall, images of waterfalls, mountains and far away landscapes popped from their frames and created a direct line to the hallway where the other rooms where. He had taken them himself on his deployments around the world, the only part of that life that he had brought into his home. The rest would stay locked in his mind forever.

“Master James...your house is...beautiful.” Kelly said in awe.

“Thank you, it took me a long time to build it, but I managed to finish it eventually.”

“
You
built this? By yourself? What about the inside?”

“The only other people who touched this house, were Master Xander, and the contractors who did the plumbing and electrical work that we couldn't do ourselves. As for the inside, that was
all
me.”

Kelly stared at him her mouth slightly open and James found himself turning away so that he didn't say anything that would spoil moment and the amazing expression that was on her face. IT wasn't often that he was witness to her natural reactions as she was always on defence mode when she was working. But that red hair, that perfect little mouth hanging so tantalisingly open? It was going to be a
very
long month that would include
many
cold showers. “Follow me, Kelly. I will show you our room.”

“I'm sorry, did you just say
our
room?”

“Yes, I did. Did you not hear me say that I wouldn't take you sexually? Do you think so little of me that I would break the trust you have placed in me?” He didn't turn back to face her but his voice was a growl and deeper than normal. Kelly instinctively knew that it was
the
voice she didn't want to hear very often.

“I'm sorry, you just took me by surprise. I'm trying, Master James. Please, just give me...just give me more time.”

Dropping her bags to the floor James wheeled around and marched over to her, his boots thumping on the floor and echoing around the large space. Kelly tried to shrink back from him but he grasped her arm and pulled her so that she was up against his chest, her feet barely touching the floor. Gripping her chin tightly between his thumb and forefinger he forced her to meet his glare.

“A month, Kelly! We only have a month. I
can't
ease you into this. Or we will all die and Abbey
will
be sold. Do you understand? There is no time! Do not make the mistake of thinking that
you
are the only one who is under pressure here.” Spinning back on his heels he returned to the abandoned bags visibly shaking. “I asked you to follow me. Don't make me punish you, neither of us will enjoy it.”

Kelly squeaked as she practically ran across the room to follow him, the tiny noise almost making the edges of his lips quirk up.

“I'm sorry, Master James.” Kelly whispered.

Without answering James guided her into what was obviously his bedroom. It was dark outside but she knew the window faced into the dense bushland behind the house where the sun would rise. The bed was huge. A king size wooden four poster bed with white and beige linen that complimented the floorboards and the white walls, allowing the natural elements of the house to flow. The only thing that stood out to her once she started to breathe again were the addition of metal anchor points to the bed. Four in the bed head, at least eight that she could see in the roof of the bed and there would obviously be more in the foot and sides of the bed.