Her Master's Courtesan (2 page)

She smiled shyly and I returned the gesture.

She quickly explained, “I’m in school studying art history, actually. That’s why I’m here. We need to select one piece to critique.”

“And I take it that you’ve chosen this one as your favorite?”

“It intrigues me.”

I smiled brighter.

“If you don’t mind partnering with a novice…” I extended out my arm to indicate the rest of the exhibit. “I’d love to hear your expertise. I’ll even buy you coffee afterwards for putting up with my lack of education in the art world.”

She didn’t hesitate to take my arm.

It was as simple as that - and it was the moment her bright future vanished before her unseeing eyes.

. . .

“Yes, I’ve secured the order. It should take no more than a month to have her trained and ready for transport. Have you wired the first half of your payment?”

The cell phone was gripped in my hand. My feet marched steadily across the wooden floors of my office when I paced the room discussing the terms of our transaction.

“The money has been wired. I’ll be there in 30 days to inspect your work. I hear you are the best. Let’s hope I’m not disappointed when I arrive.”

His veiled threat was of no concern – but it still was not something I was willing to accept. “Do not threaten me, Duke. I’m certain you will not like the results. You know how this game is played; I secure the order – you pay me half. When I deliver, you provide me with the rest of the funds. If the delivery is not made due to unfortunate circumstances, your money will be refunded to you. I haven’t failed to deliver in over 9 years therefore, I’m certain this transaction will progress without incident – but I refuse to allow you even the attempt at intimidation. Do you understand me?”

His responsive laugh was surprising,
“Spoken like a true Master. I look forward to experiencing the fruit of your work, my friend. Enjoy her for me. I want her spread and begging when I arrive.”

“Consider it done.” I ended the call and turned to look out the picture window of my office. It faced a small, babbling creek – simplistic and peaceful despite the activities that had occurred on this property over time. The wind blew gently through the branches of the willow trees bathing the scenery in tranquil motion, dancing shadows spread across the ground by the light of the moon.

Her screams interrupted my thoughts and I checked my watch to see if it was time to approach her yet. Only an hour had passed since she’d awaken, no doubt terrified to find herself bound in a dark room. It was always the same and I decided to give her another hour to settle into a nice deep state of shock, to let her accept her surroundings more so than when she first discovered them.

Looking out the window again, my eyes locked to the pearlescent moon sitting large and proud at the horizon, the craters and divots obvious against the stark white of its surface. The night sky was jet black, an infinite number of stars tossed carelessly across its expanse. Losing myself in thought, my mind slowly returned to Rebecca and to the task I knew I had ahead of me - when I took the beautiful, happy woman and turned her into the perfect whore.

I’d been in the acquisition business now for 10 years. When I was 17, I took a summer job as a runner for a wealthy entrepreneur named Wayne Grimly. He took a liking to me almost instantly – often stopping me in the halls to discuss my background and ambitions. He saw something in me that I hadn’t yet discovered.

It wasn’t long until he introduced me to a
courtesan
he’d obtained through a friend and encouraged me to take her into another room. Simply explaining that she was there to fulfill my sexual needs, he emphasized that I was to do
exactly
what I wanted, however I wanted – noting that she wouldn’t complain or resist. Something dark stirred within me - images and illicit fantasies rushing to the forefront of my thoughts. I looked down at the girl who knelt at the feet of Mr. Grimly.

She was magnificent, I remember that. Following behind me silently, eventually bowing at my feet once we’d entered the room. Her ebony hair spilled out around her face and across the smooth wooden floor. I stepped around her slowly, making sure to punctuate my approach with the heavy fall of my shoes against the ground. Her body was so still, the smooth expanse of skin stretched taut over her parted ass. My cock shoved up against my pants, tight and painful, begging for release.

I bit my lip from the anticipation and tasted the bitter iron of my blood. Kneeling before her, I unbuttoned my pants, pulling myself free, the width pulsing and hardening even more in response to the heat of my hand. I wanted to bury myself in every orifice the girl had to offer.

“Your mouth. I’m going to fuck that first.”

Her hazel eyes peeked up at me from beneath her lashes. She didn’t argue or complain. There was no hesitation when she lifted her head from the ground and wrapped the wet heat of her lips tightly around the head of my cock, her tongue flicking out to lick along the rim.

My head fell back from the sudden rush of power it gave me to dominate the woman. I didn’t know her name or one fucking thing about her – and I didn’t want to. She was nothing more than an object; a body to be used for my pleasure alone.

Her head bobbed up and down, her hair tickling my thighs where it fell from her head. I wrapped my hands into the thick mane and forced her faster – deeper – over my cock. She choked and still, I pushed her harder and I felt her throat wrap around the tip. Her mouth was a masterpiece; built to fit around me, to suction close so that the skin rolled smoothly over her lips and tongue. I exploded inside her while simultaneously gripping my fist into her hair.

“Swallow.”

When I pulled out, her throat moved to wash me away - her lips popping to release the full size of my cock. She looked up at me, never moving or shifting her position until I told her she was permitted to do so.

“Turn around, forehead to the ground, ass in the air.”

She presented herself beautifully in front of me. Her head down, her heart shaped ass pushed up into the air, ready and begging for me. I reached down and gripped my fingers around the soft flesh, squeezing to a point where she bucked in my hold. There was no sound, no painful cry as I’d expected. Spreading her apart in front of me, I ran my fingers down and into the tight wet heat of her cunt, pushing up until my fingers were buried inside her, stroking along the muscles as they rippled in response to my touch. My cock felt like it would split apart from the sudden rush of blood and I removed my hand to push myself inside her.

Her responsive moan was music to my ears and I grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down harder against the floor, pumping myself selfishly inside her, using her for the slut that she was. She tensed around me, her body releasing an orgasm that only served to lubricate my shaft. I needed more, a tighter fit, something that would have this woman writhing beneath me, completely taken over by my cock.

For these moments, she was mine to do with as I pleased – no argument, no bullshit whimpers or tears, just a body to be taken, ridden until my satisfaction had been met. Pulling out once again, I positioned myself at the puckered opening to her ass, forcing myself slowly inside, loosening her as I buried myself to the hilt. When she’d taken the full length of my cock, I moved inside, slipping in and out until her muscles milked me of everything I still had built up inside. My body convulsed when I shot hard and powerfully into her, my head falling back and my eyes opening up to the beginning of something beautiful and good.

It was my first taste of ultimate control – of power I’d never before experienced. But it was only a small taste as I would later discover.

When I’d taken my fill – used her and abused her to my absolute delight – I led her back out to Mr. Grimly, sated and soiled. She moved to immediately kneel at his feet upon our return and he looked up at me expectantly.

He was waiting for me to talk, so I offered the only thing I had to say. “That was a pleasant experience. Definitely worth the money you pay her.”

Grimly laughed, a deep bellied cackle that caused my brows to furrow in response.

“I don’t pay this bitch a fucking dime.” He kicked out at her, shoving her to the ground before him. She remained where she landed, not daring to move or cry out in pain or shame.

“She’s a courtesan, Aiden. Do you know what that means?”

I nodded my head, confusion still rattling across my mind at the term. “She’s a high class, high money prostitute.”

“Not exactly.”

My curiosity was peaked at the wicked grin that stretched across his thick lips.

“I’m part of a very exclusive
gentleman’s club
as we like to refer to it. Only men of extreme wealth are allowed to take part, and only men whose tastes are similar to ours. These women are what the average person would term a ‘slave’; a woman who, for some reason or another, has been trained to service our needs without complaint. We refer to them as ‘courtesans’ because it sounds so much
nicer
than what they actually are.”

My eyes widened, but I didn’t dare interrupt what he was telling me.

“Essentially, these women are owned – traded amongst the group when our needs alter or we’ve become bored with the ones we already have. We have several men in the group who are called ‘Masters’. They are a select few who have the qualities necessary to acquire and train the women for our services. One look at you and I knew you’d be the perfect Master. I’d like to introduce you to an associate of mine, a man by the name of Jack Renault. He can teach you everything you need to know. Eventually, it will make you a very wealthy man.”

Money. That was a language I understood. Wealth was the only thing I wanted – not love or companionship or a family – no. I wanted what could be bought and sold, and I wanted the means of having whatever I desired at the tips of my fingers. Having the ability to fuck how I pleased, indiscriminately, and without the necessity of whispering false affections was simply an added bonus.

“I am interested to meet Mr. Renault.”

Mr. Grimly smiled. “Excellent, Aiden. You are living up to everything I imagined you could be.”

I opened the door slowly, allowing the light from the hallway to flash against her face, blinding her eyes that, by now, were used to the terrifying darkness of the room. She sat on the bed, her arms bound at her back, her legs chained to the heavy iron frame.

She startled as soon as I entered, backing away from the sudden intrusion. I was backlit and I knew she couldn’t see my face – couldn’t see the smile that threatened the corners of my lips. Closing the door, I stood silently, waiting to see if she would scream again or call out. When she did neither, I relaxed against the wall, staring at her silhouette. There was absolute silence between us for several minutes and I waited for the one brave question they always asked first.

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am.”

She grew quiet again and I stepped forward carefully – silently - so as to avoid forewarning her of my approach. By the time she sensed me, I was close enough to reach out, to softly stroke the back of my hand across her cheek.

She jumped, the chains on her legs rattling from the movement and I introduced her to the first lesson she needed to learn.

Wrapping my hand tightly across her mouth, I pushed her into the wall, my face only inches from hers when I gave my first instruction.

“Jump away from me again and I will punish you.”

She whimpered beneath my palm.

“You will do as I say, exactly as I say from now on…”

As soon as I felt the angry hard bone of her teeth puncturing the skin of my palm, I had my free hand around her throat, lifting her from the bed and pushed up against the unforgiving wall.  Her hands instantly gripped mine, her nails digging into the skin. I squeezed tighter and she choked, desperate breaths blowing out over the wounds her fingernails were creating.

She stopped struggling as her mind was deprived of the oxygen it needed and I dropped her down on the bed, the springs squeaking and groaning from the sudden weight – her chains rattling at her ankles. Even in the dark I could see her body hunched over, gasping for air and shaking from what I’d done.

“Now…” I straightened the sleeves of my button down shirt. “…as I was saying before you rudely interrupted: The first thing you need to accept is that you are now owned. For now, I am your Master. I give orders - you follow them. It’s a simple formula that will keep you alive. Any disobedience on your part will result in punishment, as you have just learned. You have one job and one alone – to be a courtesan. You will refer to me as
Master
and I will refer to you in any way I please. My satisfaction and pleasure are the only two things that will matter to you. Your life no longer exists, nor does it matter.”

As I spoke she continued struggling for air, choking and crying on the mattress. I grabbed her by the back of her hair and pulled her face up to look in my general direction. “Do you understand the rules I have given you so far?”