Finding Acceptance in His Arms (8 page)

“With
your permission, Mr. Lars?”
The slave’s eyes darted toward a fluffy red pillow resting
against the sofa’s arm
.

“By
all means give her a pillow to sit on,” Evan allowed. “She’s a delicate girl.
She’s also very important to me. So treat her with the utmost respect.”

“I
will, most definitely, Mr. Lars.” The slave bowed low.

Kara’s
face grew hot from Evan interceding
on her behalf,
and surprisingly, the emotional connection they’d formerly shared returned. At
once she understood the reason behind him bringing her here and she couldn’t
help admiring his cleverness in manipulating her into having to rely on him.

The
sla
ve retrieved the pillow to place it on the floor
beside Evan’s left foot. She then knelt down to assist Kara in sitting with her
legs folded partial underneath her body in a most ladylike fashion, even going
so far as to fold Kara’s hands together on her l
ap.

This
position allowed Kara to lean sideways against the front of the couch where
Evan’s face stayed in her peripheral vision. In this strange and foreboding
atmosphere she believed it imperative that she didn’t lose sight of his
physical presence for a
second.

The
slave busied herself with smoothing out the wrinkles in the short dress along
Kara’s thighs. Once finished, the slave leaned back and regarded her handiwork.
“Now you are presentable for meeting Master.”

“Thank
you for helping me,” Kara whispe
red back.

“You
are most welcome, esteemed other person.” The slave stood up and walked over to
the entrance of the hallway where she knelt on the floor. She held her chin up,
staring straight ahead, knees spread far apart in exposing her shaven nether
regi
on, shoulders back so her breasts were
prominently displayed along with her hands resting on her thighs, palms upward.
She remained still as a stone in this position, a statue of patient
tranquility.

Kara
couldn’t help but admire the woman for the self-ass
urance
she displayed in exposing her complete nakedness. Never for a moment did the
woman display the least embarrassment at what should have been shameful to her.

With
the passing of a few minutes, a man wearing a blue bathrobe stepped into the
hallway, d
rawing Kara’s attention. She watched him
out of the corner of her eye as he came into the living room.

He
paused to bend down and kiss the slave fully on the mouth. After breaking the
kiss and standing back up to his full height of six feet, he motioned fo
r the slave to stand. He hugged her tenderly to his chest
and bent his head down to whisper something into her ear. She extended her
petite body on tiptoes to whisper something back to him. He immediately turned
his eyes onto his guests.

“Welcome.
I see sl
ave tiffany has already made you
comfortable.”

“She
has,” Evan responded.

Kara
didn’t acknowledge the greeting because she didn’t think she was supposed to.
The man had barely spared her a glance before turning all his attention to
Evan.

As
the man came fo
rward to sit down in the armchair less
than six feet away from her, Kara’s subtle glances judged the man close to
forty years of age by the crow’s feet around his black eyes. The graying
temples of his damp, curly black hair also supported this estimation,
along with the hint of a developing potbelly poking at the
front of the robe.

She
thought he’d probably been very handsome in his prime although she believed
middle age men were a little too old to be called sexy. At this stage of her
life she felt most a
ttracted to young men that she
thought could go all night and then some. Men exactly like Evan Lars.

She
glanced up at him uneasily. Now where did this comparison between the two of
them and Evan’s subsequent elevation in her eyes come from, she wondered.

Mark my
words,
he’ll make you fall
in love with him before the week is out
, Jennifer’s former prediction echoed in
her ears.

Well,
tonight he won’t, she promised herself. She had her own reasons for going
through with all this, and a little pageantry wasn’
t
about to deter that.

But
deep inside her secret heart, despite all of her objections to the contrary,
she didn’t mind being here in the least. Not even being made to sit on the
floor. As a matter of fact, the uncertainty of what the night might hold for
her excited her in some perverse, wicked way.

“I
just wanted to drop by for a visit,” Evan said. “By the way, Trevor, this is
Kara. It’s her pleasure to meet you.”

The
man turned his eagle-like gaze onto Kara, looking her up and down at his
leisure. He
sighed. “She appears to have potential.
Have you broken one of your own rules to take a woman unto you as your slave?”

Evan
scoffed. “She claims to be amenable, and perhaps she’s submissive at heart, but
she’s definitely not my slave. By her own admission
she’s
a semi-independent woman trying to break into the adult industry. I describe
her as being semi-independent because she’s staying with her friend here in
Atlanta presently.”

“Hmmm.
Another one of those kind who can’t
make the rent on her own, is she?
I’m so glad I
settled down with my three best girls because it’s so tedious having to
anticipate every new girl’s wants and needs.”

Kara
gnawed the inside of her cheek in response to the heated flush encompassing her
face. These two men talking about her l
ike she didn’t
deserve to speak for herself threatened to infuriate her. It also did something
else. It showed her just how far down the hierarchy she ranked. Evan had once
said the bottom and apparently he’d really meant it.

“She’s
a very interesting
girl, though,” Evan said. “I
really like her.”

“You
always do, until they fall in love with you. Then it’s on to the next one. One
day you’ll grow bored with making women fall in love with you and settle down
with the two or three that make you most happy.
It’s
inevitable, my friend.”

“Perhaps,”
Evan stated, glancing around the room. “I see slave tiffany. But where are
slaves
tonya
and tammy?”

“In
the shower.
They’ll be out shortly. Why don’t we have a drink while we wait?”

With
this casual suggestion, Kara
noticed slave tiffany
coming from the mini-bar carrying two drinks in brandy glasses upon a silver
tray. She served Master Trevor first, then Evan.

Neither
man thanked her. After returning the tray to the bar, she came back to retrieve
a fluffy pillow fro
m the loveseat. She placed it
beside her Master’s legs before sitting down in the same manner as she’d
positioned Kara, except for the fact both her hands casually traced up and down
Master Trevor’s bare lower legs.

Kara
absently listened to the conversati
on between the two
men, finding her resentment toward them slowly dissipating since no more was
said about her and the discussion of the political climate in America was an
unimportant subject to her. To offset her growing boredom, she studied slave
tiffan
y while the woman stared back at her in the
same calculating fashion. Their eyes made contact at odd moments over the
distance separating them like sensual kisses.

In
spite of her objections to slavery on principle alone, she thought slave
tiffany very att
ractive. She especially liked her
almond-shaped black eyes and lush, full lips. The fact that the both of them
evidently had ancestors hosting bloodlines from Africa gave them something in
common.

As
a matter of public record, Kara’s parents had been of Af
rican descent on her father’s side and Caucasian on her mother’s, whereas
slave tiffany definitely had Asian blood intermingled with her African blood.
She couldn’t help wondering which of slave tiffany’s parents had been Asian and
which had been African.
She hoped to get an
opportunity to ask before the evening was over.

However,
at the moment something else intrigued Kara about slave tiffany even more—how
could she have let herself become a slave in this enlightened age? Didn’t she
know of the hardships w
omen had always suffered for
social, political, and financial advancement? What was so fundamentally wrong
with this woman that she let herself be owned by a man? And even worse still,
he was a much older man than she.

With
no answers coming to mind, Kara
kept studying the
woman’s physical attributes. The olive skin tone of her body appeared even
throughout except for her golden brown nipples. She couldn’t help having
noticed earlier that the woman’s labia and anus matched her nipples perfectly.

To
her sham
e, Kara found herself wondering what the
woman tasted like down there. And yes, she knew this was wrong of her because
it made her guilty of objectifying a woman’s naughty bits like women always
accused men of doing. But she really didn’t care to be politi
cally correct in this situation since the slave woman was
also guilty of objectification in the way her gaze continually took in the
portions of Kara’s body not hidden by the dress. Kara could only imagine what
the woman was thinking behind those sultry, a
lmond-shaped
eyes.

As
if to give an answer, slave tiffany licked her lips and lifted her bent right
knee into an upright position to give Kara an unhindered visual of her shaven
pussy. It was pink in the middle and surrounded by a golden tone that graduall
y receded to olive. A rivulet of clear wetness had seeped
out and run down over the place where her left thigh met her buttock.

Kara
stared at the seeping wetness and its source, feeling her own arousal sparking.
It made her whole body tingle. Thankfully,
she’d
picked out full-bottomed panties for this date instead of a
g-string
because the
boyshorts
provided enough material in covering
her crotch to soak up a bucket of intimate fluids. She discreetly licked her
lips in anticipation of where she thought thi
s night
might be heading.

Her
attention was averted from her lustful meanderings toward two naked women
entering the living area from the hallway. These women retrieved additional
pillows from the loveseat and placed them opposite slave tiffany at Master T
revor’s feet. They sat down in the same fashion as slave
tiffany with their legs splayed open.

Kara
feasted on their nakedness, first noting the pair of shaven pussies and ample
breasts before moving on to their overall attractiveness. Like slave tiffany,
these two also appeared to be of African and Asian descent
with the mixture having given them beautiful features and curvy petite bodies.

Despite
her negative impression of Master Trevor, she had to admit the man certainly
had taste in women. She couldn’t
help wondering where
he’d found such beautiful women and how did he get them to want to worship him?
Because worshipping him they were. Three pairs of hands now caressed the man’s
bare lower legs while three pairs of almond-shaped eyes explored her body ac
ross the distance separating the four of them. The sexual
tension became a tangible emotion.

To
make the burgeoning eroticism even more potent, slave tiffany withdrew one of
her hands from Master Trevor’s leg to start caressing the outside of her cunt.
The
other slaves quickly followed her example.

In
a short time, they all courted Kara by tracing out the delicate contours of
their engorged clitoral shafts and inner lips. It seemed only natural when they
progressed to sliding fingers inside their dripping w
et
pussies.

Lost
in the pleasure of voyeurism and having put the men’s conversation in the
background of her consciousness, Kara thought for a second her ears must be
deceiving her.

Did
Master Trevor just say what she thought he had? Surely not, Evan was o
nly a performer, not the brains behind the performances.