Her Master's Courtesan (27 page)

My hands were under her thighs and I lifted her hips up to feel her legs wrap around my waist. I fell over her, holding myself up with my arms, looking down into eyes that were unfocused and heavily intoxicated. She smiled and her hand was suddenly in my hair. Pulling my head down, she kissed me – and I kissed back. Our mouths ground against each other like two people who couldn’t get enough. Sweat dripped down along my body and onto hers. My hair was soaked and when she stopped kissing me, she ran her mouth over my neck, lapping at the salt and taste of my skin.

She found a release so quickly, the muscles gripping and tightening around me.

My words came out on a growl, from somewhere deep and primal inside me. “Do you like that, pet? Do you like being fucked when you can’t fight back?”

She moaned in response and spread her legs wider. I pumped into her, my hands squeezing at her breasts. I grabbed a leg and flipped her over suddenly, shoving her head against the pillow and lifting her ass in the air.

My eyes closed as I fucked her harder than I’d fucked anyone before. When I was done with her cunt, I moved to her ass, burying myself deep inside, the muscles stretching to accept my size without hesitation. She screamed my name when I moved inside her and I actually enjoyed hearing it. But, that enjoyment annoyed me, and I pumped harder from my building rage with myself. I didn’t want to feel anything for her and I refused to let her make me. I kept telling myself that this encounter would happen only once and that it was something I wanted and not her.

But I knew that wasn’t the truth.

When I finally came, I pushed in as far as I could - burying myself inside. Her body trembled beneath me, small aftershocks from her orgasm erupting across my dick. I pulled out of her before dropping to the mattress beside her and pulling her into my arms. She fell asleep quickly and I held her for another hour.

What was it about this woman that was affecting me? How had she managed to infect my thoughts? She was as addictive as she was intriguing and I determined that it was my curiosity that got the best of me. I’d known all along that she wasn’t responding like all the rest.

I wanted to break her – it was as simple as that.

I pushed myself up from the bed, picked her up and carried her from the room. Returning to her room, I laid her on the bed and pulled the sheets over her body. I placed one kiss on her cheek – a goodbye. I could no longer grant her leniency because she had to be ready for where she would eventually go.

After grabbing the phone and bag from the floor, I left, locking her inside. Once I was in my bedroom, I threw the bag on the ground and scrolled through the call, text and browsing history of the phone to make sure that she hadn’t been lying about outside contact. Rebecca had been truthful – there were no phone calls, no text messages or posts.

As I checked the phone’s history, I ran across a video, immediately recognizing Rebecca’s smiling face on the screen. The video was labeled ‘Virgin Night’ and was posted in a porn site online. There were over 200,000 views. My thumb hovered over the play button for several minutes. I was curious to see it, but at the same time, it was more information than I needed to know about her.

I hit play and I watched intently as Gail Carlisle’s son, Trenton, fucked Rebecca for the first time in her life. I was immediately aggravated. I’d met the kid many times and I was never impressed.

Understanding flooded my thoughts regarding Rebecca’s reaction to Gail at dinner. It pissed me off that Gail hadn’t immediately told me he knew her, that he reintroduced a piece of her previous life to her while I was attempting to brainwash her to become the perfect whore.

My eyes remained on Rebecca – when she danced around pulling her clothes from her body, when she swung her hips seductively at the boy who watched. I watched him pull her beneath him and fuck her. I could tell from her expression that she’d been in pain the entire time. When Trenton finished, he stood up, throwing a towel at Rebecca’s face before stumbling out of view of the camera. She shoved the towel between her legs, rolled to her side and hugged her arms around her abdomen.

He’d used her and she knew it.

When the video ended, I switched over to look at the text messages on the phone again and found the string of texts between Kelsey and Trenton Carlisle. I finally understood why Rebecca had snapped.

Placing the phone on the table beside me, I laid back against the pillows. An idea came to mind suddenly and, once again, my curiosity was peaked.

I’d win this game with Rebecca – I would change her – and I smiled to know that I finally knew how.

Laughing to myself I realized that she would earn me a fortune by the time I was through with her.

This would be very entertaining, indeed.

~ Rebecca ~

I woke in my room, light-headed and groggy. Sunlight lit the window, an ambient light filtering through the white gossamer curtains. I blinked my eyes awake, reaching up to run my arm across my face. The first thing I felt were the burns across my wrist.

Pulling my arm away, I looked at the red skin and when I moved, I hurt. As soon as I removed the blanket from my body, I saw the bruises on my knees – swollen, angry shades of blue and purple. My head spun with bits and pieces of memory, but nothing was clear. I didn’t know what happened last night – the last thing I remembered was holding Kelsey down while Aiden raped her and then being locked in my room.

I stood up from the bed and pulled on a white robe that I found in the bureau. Looking around the room, I noticed broken shards of different objects. My heart pounded and I was scared of what happened. I knew something occurred, and I knew Aiden was involved, but I couldn’t exactly remember. I turned and looked down by the foot of the bed and noticed that Kelsey’s bag was missing. I know I grabbed it on my way out of her room, but I couldn’t remember much after that.

I paced the carpeted floor, waiting and dreading when Aiden would come for me. Had I done something to upset him and would he be mad when he saw that I’d broken things in the pretty room that he’d given me?

When I heard footsteps outside the door, and when I heard a key inserted in the lock, my body tensed. I fell to my knees, biting back the pain from the bruises and bowed down until I was prostrate before him. I heard the brush of the door against the carpet and the latch click when he closed it behind him. His footsteps sounded softly when he approached me. He was silent above me for several minutes and my heart pounded so loudly, I worried that he could hear it.

“Stand up, Courtesan. You have a big day ahead of you.”

I pushed up until I was on my knees, gritting my teeth against the pain. When I was finally on my feet, Aiden grabbed my arm and led me into the closet. He searched through the hangers. After selecting a black leather corset with matching black lace panties, a black garter belt and silk stockings, he tossed them to me. I barely caught the objects before they fell to the floor.

“Get dressed. Today, I’m going to let you walk in my shoes, Rebecca.”

Pulling the robe from my shoulders, it gathered at my feet before I stepped free of the silk material. I stood in front of the mirror, naked and exposed – my eyes running over the cuts and bruises that covered my body. I dared to look up at Aiden’s expression when he stood behind me, but I forced my eyes back to the ground.

My bottom lip started to tremble when I noticed that his eyes were as cold as the words he’d spoken when he first entered the room.

“Should I shower before getting dressed, Master? I don’t remember what happened last night, but I think I should wash off. I feel … used and disgusting. I want to be clean – for you.”

The fear was evident in my voice. I closed my eyes waiting for his response, the clothes balled in my hands. Every painful second of silence ticked by and the tension between us was overpowering and menacing.

When he spoke again I almost fell to the floor from the razor sharp edge to his tone of voice.

“What’s the last thing you remember last night, Rebecca?”

“Being put in my room.”

He chuckled behind me. “You don’t remember anything after that? Absolutely nothing?”

I nodded my head with my eyes trained to the floor. “No Master.”

“Interesting.”

He stepped up behind me and I could feel the heat of his body roll down my back, the heat of his breath brush across my neck. His dress shirt and slacks touched my skin, tickling my legs and back. The smell of cologne – earthy and dark – wafted past my nose and I inhaled deeply, desperate for any small piece of him.

He whispered his next words. “I said goodbye to you last night, pet. You accepted it.”

My eyes widened and I shook my head.

No. He couldn’t mean what I thought he meant. “I don’t understand, Master. Please tell me what you mean. Please.” The desperation in my voice was unnerving. To hear it, gave my pain more weight – made it real because it forced me to accept that something had gone wrong, that in the span of a night that I couldn’t remember – I done something wrong.

What had I done?

I would have never accepted the idea of leaving a man who I was hopelessly bound to – a man who’d invaded every part of me – even the parts I’d never known existed.

“What did I do, Master? I don’t remember anything. I would never have agreed to leave. I love you too much to go.”

His responsive chuckle was dark and ominous. It was cold and unfeeling and it sent shivers across my skin.

“Actually, pet, you were the one that requested to leave. You told me you hated me – couldn’t stand to be near me. You didn’t like the fact that Kelsey’s cunt was better than yours. You tried to attack me. I’m surprised you don’t remember any of it. How do you think the things in your room were broken? You were so adamant. You tried to call for help from Kelsey’s phone, so I took it from you.”

“No.”

My rejection of what he told me came out on an exhaled breath. My head shook in refusal, my body tensed and my heart fell into my stomach. I choked back a lump that developed in my throat and my head pounded with the rushing blood of my anxiety. I would never have rejected him. Even if he truly did like Kelsey better, I would have never denied him. I needed him – I needed the freedom he gave me.

His lips brushed across my ear. “Yes, beautiful, you did.”

The words echoed in my skull – haunting and unreal. I fought to remember the night before. But the last thing I could remember was him telling me that he enjoyed fucking Kelsey – that he would do it again to her and other women. It hurt – it broke my fucking heart – but I would have never wanted to leave as a result of it. I had nothing to return to but humiliation and the pressure and responsibility of my life.

“Get dressed, pet. Your body is not the one I’ll be fucking today – or tomorrow – or the next day. Kelsey is my new pet and you’ve agreed to help her learn – to train your replacement.”

“No!” I put all the strength I had into that one word. The anger behind that single syllable surprised me and it caused Aiden to tsk behind me.

“Why do you refuse to believe what I’m telling you?” He grabbed my face, spinning me to look at him – his fingers digging into my cheeks. “You fight me even now. Is it so hard to believe that you fought me last night?”

No. He was lying. He had to be lying. I would never try to hurt him. Not now. Not after everything he’s shown me – everything he’s taught me about myself. Not after everything I’d learned about the life I lived before he stole me.

“I don’t want to leave – I don’t want you to want me to leave. I’ll do anything you say. I’m sorry, Master.” I sank to my knees again, holding my face in my hands trying to disguise the pain in my expression. My entire world was shattering around me and I didn’t know up from down. My entire body froze when he knelt down behind me. When the palm of his hand smoothed up my back, I shuddered from his touch. It was electric against my skin, fire running the path of his caress. It was too sweet for the bitter words he continued to whisper to me.

“That’s not what you said last night, Rebecca. I came to you when you were sleeping to make love to you. I thought finally, I found a woman strong enough to be my courtesan. But when you woke up and found me touching you – you screamed and fought me. You told me you didn’t want me and you pushed me away. That’s why you’re so bruised up. You angered me and I struck you.”