Owned And Owner (33 page)

Finally, I lay exhausted on the floor, the rod on my collar gone. Six women licked me all over. Two of them slowly pulled the nipple clamps off with their teeth. I screamed as the blood returned. The women sucked the pain away, flicked my rings with their tongues, stroked the tender insides of my thighs, licked the welts on my ass, licked the juices from between my belt and legs, and even licked the unfeeling belt itself. I thought I would die. Everything was touched, everything done to give me pleasure, but the one touch I needed to come. My clit, locked high in a keep, watched in despair from her lonely window. I sobbed quietly, writhing against their bodies and tongues, watching them begin to giggle as their torments increased. When one of them slid her tongue theatrically all the way along the belt between my legs, the whole room began laughing. I wept and squirmed with humiliation and agony, balanced excruciatingly on a knife’s edge.

Then all at once the hands and mouths fell away from me, wet leaves falling from a trembling tree. Everyone was looking in one direction, and my eyes followed. My master was speaking. He held me with his eyes, and moved his head slightly in a gesture I knew well. I raised myself to my hands and knees and crawled to him through the crowd, over tangled legs, around bodies shining with sweat and sticky with sex. I began to kiss his feet. The room went quiet. I kissed up his legs, slowly, reverently, and moaned with gratitude as he let me take him in my mouth. This familiar posture felt calming, although in my center was still a star about to go nova. I took all of that fusion heat and focused it into the finest, most exquisite blowjob of all time. With every touch to every nerve I tried to convey that I knew what we each deserved. He deserved anything, everything. I deserved whatever pain, shame or frustration he wanted to give me. I deserved nothing more, and I trusted him not to give it.

And he didn’t.

Home Again

Garid piloted the
aircar
home, his
jeedy
safe in the crate behind him. It felt late. The deep midnight blue of the sky was clear and full of stars. The party had still been in full swing when he hoisted up his pet and said his farewells. The experience had been exciting, but his essentially solitary nature reached its limit.

He wanted to be alone with his possession.

The extent to which she’d been used had exhausted her temporarily, and he sensed that she was asleep in her crate. But she had been unable to control her movements as he had settled her in there, soft, squirming, her breasts seeming to offer themselves without her volition, her eyes closing over dilated and luminous pupils. She was begging for contact, even though she had been saturated with it in the course of the evening.
Saturated with touching of every kind, but of course never reaching fulfillment, so she could not stop, could not help needing more.
Needing him.
He had touched her with his hands very little in the course of the day. He had restrained her, whipped her, used her ass and her mouth, but he had let others caress her. He enjoyed watching this, seeing her from a distance, writhing under their hands and mouths, unfulfilled. Their hands were an extension of his. The key to her fulfillment was literally in his pocket.

Her pliant, trembling flesh as she settled into the straw, hands fastened behind her, her helplessness, moved him that night more than ever before. He stroked her breasts, her hips and legs, her soft skin where the corset left its mark, soothing her down, letting her kiss his hand. He held her face in his hand for a moment, and saw her eyes shine with gratitude before he closed the lid.

Scenes from the party re-enacted themselves in his mind. Therin and
Miseko
with
Vizay
pressed between them. That was something to see. And that cake… what an amazing, perverted triumph…!

He had felt no jealousy when his slave was in
Therin’s
hands or anyone else’s. He owned her now; every spark of her being, and the fact that he could give her away was the sign that this was true. The sense of relaxation, only partly fatigue, began to seep through him.

The
houseport
door opened for him, and cocooned his landing. Garid sat for a moment staring at nothing. Then he got out and lifted the cargo hatch. Her eyes opened when he unlatched the crate. Lifting her easily over his shoulder he checked on the house sensors, powered everything down for the night, and carried her up to his bedroom. He left her kneeling on the floor as he undressed, and then he walked her into the bathroom, took off her mitts and started the shower. The sight of her exposed hands, so tiny and helpless, stirred him. He fastened the hands above her head and began washing off the party – the body fluids of a dozen semi-strangers. She moaned at the back of her throat as he stroked her. He washed the others off himself as well, aware of her trembling fascination at the sight of the water cascading down his body, over his cock, semi-erect and reddened. He removed the plug from her ass, and she cast her eyes down and flushed. ‘Bad
jeedy
,’ he murmured, and she hung her head, humiliated by the plug as always. He used the strategically placed openings to wash her beneath the belt, and then he dried himself and her and loosened her hands from the ceiling hook, leaving them locked in front of her. She submitted, utterly pliant and placid. Only the occasional heaving breath, the almost soundless whimper, conveyed her deep arousal. But he didn’t need to see it; he knew.

At last he laid her on his bed, and stood for a while looking down at her. Her fair skin looked pearly in the dim light. The transparent belt glistened a little against her hips. One arm partly hid her face, and he took her bound wrists and fastened them with a short strap to the headboard, out of the way. Then he lay down beside her and took her in his arms.

He stroked the petit body all over, gently, then harder, giving her the touch she craved. She kissed his chest and shoulders with passionate gratitude, ready with her tongue to give him any pleasure he wanted. He laid her back and kissed her, long and searching, and then began licking her neck and sucking her breasts. They were still pink, and the nipples were still sore and sensitive from the clamps and weights that had adorned them earlier. He used his teeth and tongue and pinching fingers on them and on their rings, making her gasp and mew. She began to writhe helplessly in his grasp, her mouth and legs open. He felt the concentrated heat of his own arousal, rising by increments at each touch, at every breath that held her scent.

He turned her over and pulled her knees under her. He caressed the many welts, making her wince and clench, but she kept her position, offering herself for more punishment if he chose. Instead he licked the marks, making her shudder. Then he turned her over again. She was shaking all over, her experiences of the day re-ignited, consuming her. But the trembling and the heaving of her chest were her only movements. Her flushed face was turned against one of her arms.

He turned her face to him, and put his thumb to her lips. Obediently she opened her mouth. With both thumbs he pushed back the corners of her mouth, and pressed down on her tongue. She looked into his eyes over this temporary gag. They understood each other. He replaced his thumbs with his mouth and tongue, feeling the vibrations of her involuntary, almost soundless moaning.

Then he reached for the key he had placed by his bed, and unlocked her belt. As he drew it away the dildo slid wetly from her cunt, and she cried out in a descending scale, ending with a pained ‘ah!’ as it left her. Her knees were up and wide, and he carefully examined the soft petals of her naked cunt. The lips curved outward, so swollen and engorged that they did not meet, but revealed the dusky color within. He could feel her heat without touching her. He lowered his head and tasted her gently. She gasped and almost screamed. At the next touch of his lips she did scream, and then as he ran his tongue over the central ridge of flesh she went rigid, her body wracked with pleasure so extreme it was agony. He held her down and sucked on her inner flesh, making the current surge through her, making her howl and shriek and convulse, as jolt after jolt hit her. Finally he pulled back and looked at her. Her back was still arched, her mouth wide and gasping, her limbs shuddering. He knew she wasn’t done.

He entered her in one stroke, his mouth covering hers and muffling her cries.
So sweet and hot inside her.
She began another series of frenzied climaxes. With no need for caution he slammed into her again and again, then raised himself up and slid his knees forward and under her. He released her hands from their strap and gathered her up. Her bound wrists went behind his neck, her body still jerking as the lightning dazzled and wracked her. His arms went around her and squeezed, and he thrust and thrust; within him a glowing wire coiled, tensed, gained heat, was almost at trigger point. Finally the radiant thing that was his body unleashed itself, erupting white-hot and molten inside her.

He was still breathing heavily and holding her against him as his muscles began to relax, and he sagged onto the bed with her in his arms. She was making small sounds into his chest, and then her chest heaved and she burst into tears. He moved down to face her and began kissing away the tears, and when she buried her face in his shoulder he rocked her.

He had never loved her so much.

At last the storm was over and she was calm, peaceful,
half
asleep. He reached out and fastened her wrists to the headboard again. She looked at him, incredulous, her eyes shining. He gave her a slow smile. Then he pulled the blanket up, wrapped himself around her and closed his eyes. He stroked her a little, gently, slowly, luxuriously, liking her in his bed. She could sleep under the stairs just for punishment from now on.

Tangled together as they lay, Garid could feel her soft wetness against his leg. He shifted, and sensed the warm lips of her cunt parting and closing slightly, like a mollusk in the tide. He was sleepy and tempted to leave her till morning, but he knew what was necessary.

He roused himself, leaned over the side of the bed and picked up the belt from the floor. He looked at her thighs, gesturing toward them with a minimal movement of his head that she obeyed instantly, lifting her knees and parting them. Her face, her body showed not a flicker of regret or resistance. He slid the belt under and around her, at the last moment taking the dildo out for the night, locking her up tightly. For good measure he found another strap and fastened her ankles to the foot of the bed. Then he curled around her once more, the cool material of the belt warming between them. He could hear her joyful, inarticulate sounds as she snuggled against him.

And they slept.