Her Master's Courtesan (28 page)

My eyes glanced up in the mirror and I saw it – the faint bruise across my cheek. I reached up to touch the dark skin and my eyes looked at his face behind me. He smiled while he said his hurtful words – when he pointed out my failure.

“After I knocked you out, I went back to Kelsey’s room and I fucked her – over and over again.” He sucked in a breath as if the memory was too sweet for it not to affect him. “She was extraordinary: following every command I gave her, giving herself to me in ways not even you would do.”

His tongue peeked out to run along his lower lip and I locked eyes with him in the mirror.

“She told me things about you, Rebecca. Dirty things. I didn’t know you’d been such a tramp before I took you. Fucking a son – and then his father. Now I know why you came so hard with the dick of a fat, old man shoved deep inside you.”

He ran his finger along the bruise on my face. “I thought you were so innocent and pure – but now I know differently. I’m so glad you rejected me and I’m glad I went to your friend. I would have never known the skeletons that hide in your closet without her.”

“I never told you I was pure! I told you I’ve been with three men.”

He stood up, slowly pacing the space behind me – step, after step, after step.  “Tell me about the other two. Did you film those encounters as well?”

“No! You fucking bastard!” I snapped, anger sliding along my spine as my teeth clenched together so tight, pain shot through my jaw.

His hand was around my neck before I saw him move. He lifted me up, slammed my body against the mirror, his hand gripping at my leg, yanking it apart from the other.

“You don’t want to get angry with me, pet. I love it when bitches get angry. It’s more fun to fuck them when they don’t want me.”

My nails dug into his hands. I struggled to make him release his grip, to remove the vice around my neck that was preventing me from breathing. He squeezed harder, smiling as my mouth opened to suck in air that would never reach my lungs. When I stopped struggling he released me and I fell to the floor. He picked up the clothes I dropped before throwing them in my direction.

“Get dressed. You’re going to help me train her. You do that and I’ll sell you to Duke as I’d originally planned. If you refuse, I’ll call Gail Carlisle right this fucking second and take him up on his offer to buy you. You’ll be forever indebted to his old, flaccid dick. Maybe Trenton will take you for another ride. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I gulped in air, my head leaning up against the glass of the mirror. Tears burned at my swollen eyes and streamed down my cheeks. I didn’t argue with him. I stood up with shaky legs and dressed myself in the clothes he picked out. After slipping on the black leather heels, I looked in the mirror. I didn’t look like myself – I didn’t recognize the face of the woman who stared back at me. My brain hurt and felt like it would cease to function and my body – every part of my body hurt.

“You look beautiful, pet. I wish you still wanted me – wish you hadn’t decided to leave me after all.”

I closed my eyes. His words didn’t make sense. He wouldn’t let me leave if it was MY choice. But I was so confused – so twisted and turned around that I didn’t trust my own thoughts anymore. I felt torn in two, lost to his mystery and deceit.

“Let’s go. I have Kelsey ready for our use. Show me what a good pet you can be. It won’t save you from sale, but it will decide the person to whom you are sold.”

He led me out of the room and into the playroom. When we entered, the bed was messed up and a condom wrapper lay on the floor. I wanted to look at him, to see the expression on his face and the truth in his eyes, but I didn’t – I couldn’t. I needed to fix this before he sold me away.

Kelsey was tied to a wall, crying quietly. Her shoulders shook with her sobs and tears streaked down her face. She looked at me, her eyes pleading with me.

Her mouth opened and moisture dripped along her lips. “Please, Rebecca, I don’t know what’s going on but please help me.”

Aiden slapped at her legs with a flogger I didn’t notice in his hand. He must have grabbed it when we walked in. I looked at it closely. It was the one he used on me during my first days here. That one that cuts when it stings – scratches at the skin after the rubber brought the blood to the surface. She screamed when he hit her and her body started to give out. Her arms shook above her head and her knees slammed into the wall.

Flashes of something ripped through my brain. I felt the back of my legs where there was a raised welt. Glancing back at the bed again, I was sure I was missing something – something was there, just out of reach.

He was behind me suddenly and I jumped to feel his hand on my hip. I felt the flogger brush against my hand and I turned my head to listen to him. His mouth brushed from my ear to my cheek and heat caressed my skin. “Punish her for me, Rebecca. She shouldn’t talk like that. You punish her, I fuck her – that is our arrangement.”

My fingers slid down the rubber handle of the flogger and eventually, I took it from his grip. He smiled against my cheek. “Before you hit her – remember what she’s done to you. First taking Trenton – now me. Aren’t you angry with her? She laughed at you and she told me your secrets. I watched the video. She laughed … all these years later and they still laugh. Punish her, Rebecca.”

I glanced at the bed again, something tickled along my thoughts but I couldn’t see it, didn’t understand what I needed to remember.

“I’ve already had her – I told you that.”

My breath rolled out of me in angry sputters and bile forced its way up my neck. Every muscle on my body was shaking with fury. I turned to look at Kelsey, to see her eyes begging me for help. Her makeup smeared down her face and her hair was matted at her skull. My fingers gripped the handle of the flogger tighter and I imagined her with Trenton … with Aiden – laughing.

When I stepped forward she shook her head in disbelief, still begging for me to stop. “Please don’t hit me; I didn’t do anything to deserve this, please!” Her words escaped on a breathless whisper. My eyes narrowed, my spine straightened. Aiden laughed behind me when I approached her.

I saw red. That’s the only way to explain what happened. Aiden’s words had sparked an inferno of hatred and rage inside me. My life was destroyed and it was because of her. If I didn’t do this, she’d laugh at me again. Aiden would send me away to a man who disgusted me and they’d laugh after I was gone. I couldn’t touch her when I was sent away, but I could hurt her now.

My arm reached back and her eyes widened. When I swung forward, her eyes clenched closed – her mouth opening in a scream. The sound of the rubber hitting her legs and ass made me smile. I beat her to release my own anger. I felt joy in the sounds of her loud cries. I felt powerful and free; some demon inside me escaping, a weight being lifted when I made her bleed. I’m not sure how many times I struck her before Aiden grabbed my arm, stopping me in mid-swing.

“That’s enough, pet.”

My chest heaved with my heavy breath. I stepped back, barely balancing on my heels. He kept laughing and tears sprang to my eyes.

Taking the flogger from my hand, he moved to place it on the chair on a table of the room.

“You look beautiful when you punish someone.” He stepped towards me, placing one finger beneath my chin and tilting my face up to him. His cold eyes locked with mine. “Now get out. You’ve turned me on and now, I’m going to fuck your friend. It’s too bad you couldn’t let go of your own thoughts – it’s too bad you couldn’t just submit fully. It could be you climbing into that bed.”

He let go of my face and moved towards her, effectively dismissing me from the room. I watched as he ran his hand down her back, gripping her arm suddenly when she tried to flinch away. Angry tears burned at the back of my eyes and I turned towards the door not wanting to watch my life destroyed once again.

I shut the door silently behind me and slid down the smooth wood until my butt hit the floor. I listened to panicked screams turn into lustful moans. After a few minutes I stopped crying, staring at the cream walls in front of me. After a while, it felt like the moans and cries would never end – the dirty words he spoke to her when he fucked her in that bed.

I pulled my bent legs to my chest, locking my arms around my knees to hold them in place. I looked down the hall, wondering if I should leave – go back to my room and wait for him to retrieve me.

Finally, when the room had become quiet but Aiden didn’t step outside, I let go of my legs and stepped up onto my feet. I kicked off my heels, picking them up from the floor and carrying them as I walked down the grey tiled corridor to my room.

I wanted to hate him. I wanted to hate him as much as I hated her.

But I couldn’t.

I hadn’t been lying when I told him I loved him.

I accepted him for who he was and always would be.

And no matter what he decided … I was determined to get him back.

~ Aiden ~

It was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen; the level of violence that came out of her was surprising, even to a man as sadistic as me. I remembered her standing behind her friend – her hot little body, dressed in clothes designed to seduce, a flogger in one hand and the other balled into a fist.

I’d set that scene up to test my theory. After discovering her secret and after witnessing the attack she had after viewing the video herself, I realized something so obvious - I was upset I didn’t recognize it when I first saw it.

There was a duality in her: a woman with a submissive body, but a dominant mind. That was the reason I hadn’t been able to break her completely. She would never submit because she could never completely let go of control.

Her need for control made her strong – but it also bred anger inside her. Anger, I think, that hadn’t been expressed in the years before I took her.

I fed that anger purposely. I got off every time I fucked Kelsey because I was thinking of Rebecca. She wasn’t just some broken woman I’d made a whore – no. She was someone as powerful as me; she just didn’t know it.

So you can imagine that for the past weeks since the first time I let her express her rage - I’ve enjoyed stoking those flames; if for nothing more than for my entertainment.

After a few days, Kelsey was broken fully. She presented beautifully when I held another presentation for my friends. She never broke any of my rules and she never spoke back. She was the perfect pet – beat down, mentally withdrawn, but willing to play the part of the seductress and tease. She enjoyed the sex and she took the pain when I determined it should be delivered. When I told her that she would also be sold, she simply nodded – there was no fight in her any longer.

Rebecca was another matter altogether; and you have no idea how good it feels to have a dominant bow at your feet. She did everything I asked without hesitation or question – no matter how much it hurt her.

I knew her game – that she was attempting to win back my favor, to play the good slave so that I would change my mind. She continued to challenge me while believing I hadn’t figured out what she was doing. It would take a crueler act to break her completely – but by then, it would be too late.

Standing in my office, I looked out the large window over the landscape of my backyard. The breeze blew through the willow tree branches and the creek gurgled peacefully. Sparks of sunlight bounced off the rippled surface of the water and I recalled the day I’d first seen Rebecca in the park.

She looked so happy out in the grass field warmed by the rays of the sun. She’d thrown her head back to laugh at something Kelsey had said to her. She looked like a woman who had control of herself and her life – and I took that from her.

A knock sounded on the door to my office and I called out to whoever stood on the other side. Slowly, the handle was pushed down and Theresa peeked her head into the room. When I turned to face her completely, she walked into the room, a sweet smile wrinkling the skin at the corners of her eyes.

“Your guest has arrived, Mr. Oliver.”