Her Master's Courtesan (21 page)

I heard Mr. Carlisle laugh behind me and I cringed when his hand ran over my bottom. “Look at those lovely marks. Thank you Aiden, for warming her up for me. You drive a hard bargain. I think I’ll just stick with her delicious little cunt for tonight. It’s too bad she’s laid on her stomach though, I would enjoy watching her tits bounce when I fuck her.”

I felt him position himself at my core and he pushed in, letting out a moan that sent chills running across my skin.

“You like that, don’t you bitch? You dirty little whore. You like my big dick inside you. I’m going to ride you so fucking hard; you’ll be feeling me when you walk again. Scream for me slut – I want to hear what I’m doing to you.”

His hand slapped against my sore ass and I screamed out from the pain. When I attempted to close my eyes and when my body retched with my disgust, Aiden squeezed my chin between his fingers and I opened my eyes.

His voice was deep and low when he demanded, “Keep your eyes on me. He might be the one taking your body, but your thoughts better be on your true Master. Don’t you dare look away from me.”

And then he did something unexpected, he leaned forward and he kissed me. Angry and urgent his lips pressed against mine and the full weight of his tongue invaded my mouth. I could taste the chocolate and coffee on him and I kissed back, my mind escaping the man fucking me, my thoughts replaced by the motion of Aiden’s mouth over mine. I was his pet – his courtesan – and he reminded me of that fact by kissing me.

Despite the torture of having Mr. Carlisle’s dick inside me, I climaxed hard when my thoughts were turned to Aiden, when I pretended it was his dick that pounded against me, his balls that slapped my ass. Aiden knew that he owned not only my body, but my mind as well – and he claimed the more powerful of the two when he claimed my mouth with his. He was punishing me, but also granting me a hiding place from the disgust and degradation of Mr. Carlisle’s touch – all I had to do was let him take over the thoughts in my head, to let him finally own every fucking thing about me.

Very quickly after I came, Mr. Carlisle finished; screaming out above me, calling me
whore
and
bitch
and
slut
. His sickening laugh sounded when he pulled out of me and he slapped me across the ass again. As soon as the slap echoed through the room, Aiden bit down on my bottom lip, reminding me that his touch was the only thing that mattered. He replaced Mr. Carlisle’s pain with his own and I was grateful for what he’d done.

They left me strapped to the table for the duration of the night, the juices of my body growing cold from the air in the room. After what felt like hours, I finally heard the men make their excuses to leave.

When they were finally gone and the only sound left was that of the wait staff cleaning the table, I felt a hand rub up along my leg, over my ass and my back, finally settling in my hair. Two sparkling blue eyes met mine when Aiden knelt down in front of me.

“You were a good girl for taking it, Rebecca. Despite another man’s touch, you belonged to your Master. You let go of your own feelings and came while being fucked by a man you despise, solely because my lips were pressed to yours. I finally own you, my beautiful girl.”

He kissed me again and my lips felt they were on fire when they moved across his. My heart beat rapidly in my chest and my body readied itself to be fucked again.

He pulled away, and let go of my hair to run his hand along my cheek. “Let’s go get you cleaned up. You’ll have a long day ahead of you tomorrow.”

My heart soared to know that he was pleased – to know that I’d made up for my earlier transgression – that I’d finally proven myself to be his pet alone.

~ Aiden ~

After locking Rebecca into her room the night before, I thought about the conversation I had with Anthony during dinner about Duke. I tossed and turned in my bed wondering how long she would live after I turned her over to her new owner. I wondered if he would look as psychotic as I knew him to be when he arrived to pick her up.

When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of her death – violent and bloody. I woke up in a cold sweat and couldn’t understand my hesitation to sell her.

I’ve never cared about a courtesan’s fate. It wasn’t my problem what became of them after their owner’s money lined my pockets. That was part of my profession – to not care, to not get attached. Pushing myself up from the bed, I walked into my bathroom, turning the water on as hot as it could go. It scalded my naked body and my muscles tightened beneath my skin. My cock was hard and standing out proud – in need of the feel of Rebecca wrapped tightly around it. I grit my teeth against the unwelcome thoughts – the attraction I had for a woman I would give away in less than a month.

Her words at the breakfast table suddenly echoed through my head.
I’ll do anything
you ask, without question or argument.
I’ll admit I was intrigued.

With my hand wrapped tightly around my cock, I stroked up and down, the muscles in my forearm burning from the pace at which I jacked off. But I couldn’t come, not without her perfect pussy wrapped tightly around me.

A thought came to me suddenly, and I made a decision that I knew would be entertaining and something new in the monotonous task of training women. I’d never before attempted it, but if she would do
anything
, now was the time to try it out.

Shutting off the water, I wrapped a towel around my waist and strode quickly into my bedroom. I pulled on a pair of silk pajama pants and grabbed the key to Rebecca’s room. Marching down the corridor, I reached her room, hurriedly unlocking the door before sneaking inside.

The moonlight coming in through the window bathed her face, creating a dark ethereal glow over her skin. Her skin appeared white where the moonlight touched, making her lips appear blood red, her lashes dark and full over her eyes. I crossed the room, removing the blanket from her body, not waiting for her to wake up before I spread her legs and buried myself inside. She moaned in her sleep and her chest arched forward. I bent over her to take the tip of her right breast between my teeth, pulling at the soft flesh before lapping over it with my tongue. It pebbled and her breast swelled against my face. I finally took as much as I could into my mouth.

I thrust in and out of her, luxuriating in the wet, tight heat of her cunt. Her hands were suddenly in my hair and I turned my attention to her other breast. The sounds that escaped her lips only encouraged me to pound into her harder. Her nails scraped against my scalp, and I heard her gasp above me. Pulling away from her breast, I looked up into her surprised, but still sleepy eyes. She smiled down at me sweetly and a chill ran across my sweat slicked skin.

I cleared my throat but my next words still came out on a growl. “You said you’ll do anything, right? You’ll do whatever I ask?”

She nodded her head, stroking her hand over my hair, her face lighting up to find me buried inside her when she woke.

I nodded. “I’ll hold you to that.”

I pulled out of her and flipped her body over, pushing her face into the pillows when I took her from behind. She came hard and her moans were muffled by the way her face was shoved down against the bed. The muscles of her cunt rippled along my cock, gripping me and milking the semen from my body. My balls tightened against me in warning of my impending orgasm and I pulled out quickly, using my hand to scoop up the juices of her body to lube her ass. I buried only the head of my cock into the tight heat and it was enough to set me off. I shot off hard inside her and pushed forward a little farther. She didn’t cry out in pain and her ass relaxed allowing me deeper. She pushed against me and I continued pushing even farther, out and in until she came again. My head fell back to feel the muscles clamp around the head of my dick.

I slapped at her ass and she turned her head, her body shaking from the aftershocks of her climax. Pulling out I smoothed my hand over the five fingered red mark I’d left on her cream colored skin. I could hear her purr from her satisfaction and I fell over her, tired and breathless – satisfied to have her in my arms.

I don’t know what I was feeling at that moment. Accomplishment for having finally gained control of her, or amusement that it had taken longer than the others. Whatever it was, it was unnerving. I shook myself of the thought and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me so that I was spooning her from behind.

I fell asleep with her in my arms – breaking another one of my rules in the process. It was important for me to remain distant from the women I trained, yet this one somehow weaved her way into my thoughts and touched a part of me no woman had touched before.

. . .

Waking the next morning, I unfolded myself from around her, cursing under my breath for having lost control the night before. I pushed off the bed and left the room. I returned to my room, showered and dressed, eventually heading into the kitchen where I smelled fresh coffee brewing. As soon as I stepped foot into the room, Theresa turned around to hand me a warm mug filled with coffee, black and strong – exactly as I liked it.

“Good morning, Mr. Oliver. Did everything go as expected for your gathering?” Her cheerful voice matched the pink to her cheeks. She resembled a wrinkled cherub when she smiled and I smiled back down at her while bringing the rim of the cup to my lips. After swallowing down the hot, bitter liquid, I leaned against the counter.

“It did. We had a lovely evening and the meal was divine. Thank you for choosing my favorites. You spoil me.”

She blushed even more and waved away my compliment with her hand. “Oh, stop, you’ll make me blush.”

I smiled thinking that I already had and set the coffee mug on the counter. “Theresa, I’m going to give you today and tomorrow off. I have a new job and I know you won’t want to be here for that. I’ll pay you for your time off, as usual.”

She looked up at me with surprised eyes. “So soon? Another job? I don’t understand. You’ve never had two at one time before. Is your current one leaving today?”

“No. She’ll be staying for another month and a half.”

She opened her mouth as if she was going to ask more questions, but reconsidered and patted me on the shoulder. “You work too hard, Aiden. Don’t you think you’ve sold your soul enough for what you have? You could live three lifetimes off the wealth you’ve already acquired. Money isn’t the only important thing in the world.”

My thoughts drifted to the girl currently sleeping in a colorful bedroom. I imagined the sunlight flooding in the windows, warming her body and bathing her in an angelic glow. I was pissed for the thought and images going through my mind and I picked up the mug again, turning away from Theresa to sit down at the table. Picking up the morning paper that sat on the wooden surface, I opened it up glancing over the headlines before excusing Theresa from the room.

“Money is everything to me, Theresa. Now get out of here and enjoy your time off. I’ll see you when you return.”

“Yes, Mr. Oliver.” Her voice was quiet when she responded and I could hear the disappointment dripping from her words. I wondered if the old woman thought she could someday change me – that I would retire early and settle down. I chuckled at the idea and dismissed her concern.

When she’d left the room, I read over the articles that interested me while finishing my coffee. When I was done, I placed it on the table, pushing my chair back and standing up to head to Rebecca’s room.

When I opened the door, the room was exactly as I imagined it would be. Without waking her, I walked into the closet and selected a pair of sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt from the built in bureau. I grabbed a pair of sneakers, some underwear and socks, and a large hat that could be pulled down to shield the face of the person wearing it.

Moving to the bed, I placed the items down. “Wake up, courtesan. The sun has risen and so must you.” I fought to keep my distance, refusing to give into whatever this foreign feeling was inside of me. Her eyes blinked open and she smiled when she finally recognized that I was standing over her.