Her Master's Courtesan (14 page)

She turned away from me, transfixed by the arched ceiling; the dark wood beams that met at the center of the space making the room appear much larger than it really was. I stepped behind her, and slid my hands along the smooth skin of her waist. She jumped, but I didn’t hold it against her. She’d been mesmerized by the opulence of the room – lost to the stark difference between this and the dark space I’d kept her in since she’d arrived.

“This can be your room. I had is designed specifically for the courtesans I train. Your life doesn’t have to be cold, dark rooms and flimsy beds. Not here at least. When you’ve submitted fully, you’ll sleep in soft beds, covered in the most luxurious of sheets. Your feet will walk on soft carpet and your body will be dressed in clothes intended for a seductress. Do you see what you could have? What I am willing to give you if you please me? Free reign, pet – no chains or restraints…” I leaned in so that my mouth brushed lightly across her ear. “…unless, of course, I want to bind you.”

She turned her head slightly so that my lips dragged along her cheek. I closed my eyes when the scent of sandalwood floated up from her skin, pushing my thoughts to a dark place – to more thoughts of what I wanted to do to her body. I stepped back, and told her to explore the closet and bureau I’d filled with clothes her size when I’d pursued her.

She was the impressionable now; a woman whose happiness and bliss had been stripped, whose personality and life before me had been completely abolished. I could finally take the unformed clay and create something beautiful from it – sculpt her to become the epitome of seduction and the embodiment of carnal and raw desire. I would fill her head with the happiness I provided her – I would make her believe that she would only be allowed passion and joy if I was the one who gave it to her.

“You’ll be treated well, kept as a treasured jewel – a rare and expensive collectible that will excite and inspire the man who owns you. Luxury is at your fingertips, pet – all you have to do is accept the pain and pleasure, to accept that you are owned by a powerful and strong man.”

Following her through the room as she explored, I lifted my hand to run the tip of my finger along her ear. She shivered and I watched her perfect mouth fall open from her sudden inhalation of air. Sound was vacant in this moment between us except for the soft brush of wind against the curtains. It blew over her body and I saw her knees tremble slightly. I needed to taste her and I ran my lips along her jaw, breathing heated breath across her skin.

My eyes watched the tips of her breasts pebble. She arched forward and I smoothed my hand down her stomach, playfully sneaking down until the tips of my fingers rubbed over her clit, pinching it into a swollen nub aching for more stimulation. A small moan escaped her lips and I caught her when she would have fallen to the ground.

Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this but I had to bury myself inside her. My cock throbbed painfully against my slacks and my mouth watered in anticipation of the taste of her body. Her mind was finally opening up and the personality that had at first rejected my flavor of pain; was now open and receptive to every dirty fucking thing I wanted to do to her.

I steadied her where she stood and demanded, “Get on the bed - on your back and spread those long legs wide apart so that I can admire everything you have to offer. I’m going to taste you again – sink my teeth and tongue into the sweet honey I know waits for me between your thighs.”

She stepped forward and I could tell that her body was off balance because of the sinful and decadent corruption I was building within her. Her hands and knees hit the mattress and I watched her perfect ass lift up when she crawled to the center of the bed. She rolled to her back, taking her knees by her hands and pulling them out and up – almost to her fucking ears. She was wide open for me and a wicked grin played across my lips. My tongue flicked out greedy in its need to taste her. I stalked towards her slowly, unbuttoning my shirt. She moved her head so she could watch me approach and I held her stare, not angry that she looked at me without permission. I needed those eyes right now – needed to see her soul behind them, to know it was mine entirely.

Pulling my shirt from my body, I allowed it to fall to the floor and I crawled across the bed to her, noticing how her legs shook with fitful need.

“You’ve earned my mouth with your newfound submission. I’m going to sink my tongue inside your sweet cunt, nibble at your clit and feel your cream slide over my chin.” I placed a kiss on the entrance of her body, flicking my tongue through the soft folds, nipping at her clit, before adding, “And when I’m done with my breakfast, that tight cunt of yours will be riding my cock. I own you, pet, and I can’t get enough of the wet heat inside you.” I bit the inside of her thigh and when she cried out, I licked the spot to remove the pain. “When I eat you, I want your hands in my hair. Pull as hard as you want, pet, I like it rough.”

She screamed out when I took her pussy in my mouth; my tongue pushing out from my mouth, thick and full, when it penetrated her center. Her hips bucked and I brought my hands down to hold her in place. I nipped at the skin around her cunt, lavishing in the scent and taste of her core. My eyes blinked open to look at the delicate pink flesh and when I sucked her clit between my lips, nibbled softly at it with my teeth, she came instantly. Her hands fisted into my hair and I growled at the lustful pain she delivered. She’d waken the beast inside me, my cock pushing to force free of my pants; demanding to be sunk deep inside her.

The hot juice of her body spilled over my chin just as I told her it would and I smiled to realize a switch had been flipped – her body was still responsive, but now her mind had joined in on her perversion. Morality had been lost to her self-indulgent hunger. She came hard, guttural moans escaping her chest and brushing over her full lips. I watched her lips part to release her scream – her body shook with the force of her climax. I wanted to bite her mouth, to suck on her tongue and pull away to see that I left her lips even more full and swollen than they normally were.  I continued lapping at her juices and her moans told me she was quickly building again. I wouldn’t give her a quick release this time – I would enjoy myself for the moment, luxuriate in the way her hips rolled from the pleasure I gave her. It was my own gratification to see her so lost to my kiss – it fed my ego to know she’d been broken over my cock, my hand and finally by my mouth. I owned this woman and I realized that, for her – there was no turning back.

When I’d taken my mouth’s fill of her cunt, I crawled away from her, chuckling at her whimpered objections to the loss of my tongue against her needy pussy. I backed off the bed and I wrapped my hands around her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

“Put your arms above your head, grip your hands into the sheets around you and don’t you dare let go.” I released her ankles to unbutton my pants and let them slip around my ankles. My hands were wrapped around the soft flesh of her hips and I lifted her body off the bed to spear my cock inside her – I pushed in hard, demanding her tight cunt take the full length and girth of my dick. Her body arched up and her head fell back when her perfect fucking lips opened to let out another primal cry. I moved inside her, taking every inch of her wet heat. The muscles of her core molded to my dick and milked me.  My balls ached and tightened with the cum I so desperately needed to shoot deep inside her body. I could feel every blessed beat of them against her ass from the heavy rhythm of my thrusts and when she grit her teeth like a wild animal, I knew the bitch was about to explode over me.

“Fuck! Your pussy is so fucking good.”

I could tell I was about to release inside her and my fingertips dug into the flesh of her ass and hips, providing a touch of pain to complement the demanding needs of her cunt. She screamed out again, her fingers gripped tightly into the bed sheets around her. She climaxed so hard, it was almost painful when the muscles of her core gripped and rippled along my shaft.

I pulled out, dropping her body and then grabbing her head to pull her up.  Her lips were immediately around my cock and I shot hard down her throat, choking her on the force of my cum. My dick twitched inside the perfection of her mouth and she licked at the shaft, eventually working her way back to the head, licking it and kissing along the rim.

“Look at me.” My command came out in breathless words, and the sparkling green of her eyes flicked up at me from beneath the thick fall of her lashes.

“Who owns you?”

Her lips parted and I could tell she was trying to catch her breath as much as I was mine. Her chest heaved and her skin was flushed and covered with a fine sheen of sweat. She licked my cum from around her lips, before opening that sweet fucking mouth to respond, “You do, Master.”

I smiled down at her, satisfied with her progress and ready to push her to the next level of training.

“Yes, that’s right beautiful girl. I own everything about you; your cunt, your mouth, your body and your mind. It’s all mine now.”

She purred in response and I grinned.

She was superb.

~ Rebecca ~

I don’t know what happened over the past week. Each day he sliced another piece away from my mind and my heart. With every new punishment, I felt more broken and defeated; there was no fight left in me and I just went along with the motions and his expectations to keep from being physically hurt. I wish I could say I fought harder, that I forced him to kill me before I’d given up my soul, but that’s not the case. The pain was too much and I wanted it to end so badly, I would have given up my heart too if he’d demanded it.

When he’d led me into the new bedroom, I didn’t believe it was real. The room was bathed in luxury from the fabrics used, to the paint on the walls and down to the small details and accent pieces. It was decorated to appear artistic and foreign – like something you’d find in Bali or the Middle East. The bright mishmash of colors was in stark contrast the muted tones used in the rest of his house. It was as if the room was the only place with a feminine touch when the rest of the home was dominated by the essence of the strong male who owned it – blacks, greys, whites – a splash of blood red and the silver accent of steel. How fitting that he’d find me in front of a painting that matched the hell he’d created to train women for a life they’d never wanted.

But still, even knowing that he’d defeated me – even though a small part of my personality existed deep inside me – I wouldn’t fight him, and I was happy to discover the room he’d given me. I was excited to run my fingers over the exotic clothes and I became wet just thinking of his eyes traveling over my body when I wore them. This room was a hint that I could still have a good life – it would just be different from what I’d expected it to become. Had I not been so broken, this room would have meant nothing to me. He’d waited me out, pushed me to a point of hopelessness and then given me these pretty things to entice me into submission. He’d been smart to wait as long as he did. I was so tired, exhausted and hopeless, that I didn’t care that he did this to deceive me, I was just happy to be out of that cold, dark room.

He’d hovered behind me when I looked around and I couldn’t stop my attraction to him; his scent reminded me of how he’d looked when he fucked me the night before: the strong line of his jaw, the sweat as it beaded down his chest – blue eyes that seemed to see right through me, as if he could see all my desires and secrets just by looking at me. I wanted to please him and I discovered that after whatever transformation he’d forced – I smiled when he smiled and I came apart when he sunk himself inside me. I craved his touch because it meant that I was good and it meant that I was still wanted.

It was so much easier than the pain he’d inflicted when I tried to force him out of my head, when I was too afraid and proud to allow him to own me.

After he fucked me, he made me shower again, then led me back to my new room and selected a sheer white robe for me to wear around the house. I was thankful for the covering and I didn’t hesitate to follow him down another corridor to the kitchen. I was shocked to see a small old woman, happily whistling while she cooked and cleaned. The restraints and toys that had been strewn over the table and rack were all gone, and the kitchen didn’t appear the same as the dungeon from the first night I was here. When the woman finally saw me, she smiled, but said nothing. She made two plates of food and sat them on the table before leaving the room.