Pam-Ann (24 page)

His laugh made his cock jiggle
in Pam’s pussy. She gasped and gave an involuntary jerk of her
hips.

“Okay, go ahead. Knowing Milly,
she’s still awake and playing with herself.” He began thrusting
harder before the bodyguard had even finished thanking him. His
lips closed over Pam’s. Her head spun. Hot, wild spasms seized her
sex.

The lights were off when she
awoke. The darkness was not quite the black of night, nor yet the
grey of dawn. Lying on her side, Pam felt Rafael slide back onto
the bed. The warm breadth of his chest met her back and the nervous
fluttering of her stomach changed to quivering arousal as the
length of his rigid cock pressed against the crease in her
bottom.

“I freed ’Sephone,” he said
softly. “Tania’s putting salve on her ass. I swear she gets crazier
with every trip.” For long seconds he stroked the skin over her
hip, then slid his hand upwards to cup her right breast. She sighed
as his finger and thumb teased its erect tip. Warm, buzzing
excitement forced every thought from Pam’s mind. She wriggled her
rear cheeks against his straining shaft and felt the rumble of his
soft laughter in his chest. He pushed the upper of her legs
forwards, bending her knee, and shifted slightly. The thick head of
his cock pushed against her prickling pussy.

“Want to go again,
sweetheart?”

Her heart leapt. “Yes. Oh, yes
please!” Careless of her swollen labia and aching buttocks and
breasts, Pam gave a jerk of her hips that thrust her backwards to
meet his entry. Her passion surged.

It was full daylight before they
were sated. Pam lay half on top of Rafael, her right breast pressed
to his chest, her right leg over his, its smooth, soft thigh
resting on his muscular, hairy one. His arm lay across her back and
his fingertips played gently over the thin ridges that wealed her
buttocks. It felt good. She drifted, warm, satisfied and content.
What was she doing, a small insistent voice called in the depths of
her mind? She ignored it and relished the feel of his hard-muscled
chest under her palm. For the first time since the blackness had
taken her she felt safe, protected and free of fear. He had called
her sweetheart. What did it mean? Her eyes closed. Tired but happy,
she slept.

* * * * *

Rafael leaned on one elbow and
watched the girl. She was beautiful, lying beside him with the sun
shining through the half-open blinds casting streamers of light
across the curves and hollows of her body. She was from another
world. It was hard to believe
but, though there
was no proof and never could be, he did believe it. He had never
thought she was crazy, not even in the beginning when what she had
said had made so little sense. Maybe that was why she seemed
different, why he had been attracted to her more than any of the
other beautiful slaves he had had over the years. He dismissed the
idea. Whatever was drawing him to her had made him break his own
rule about leaving the slave girls alone, and by not treating her
as he did the others he was breaking the Company’s too, and risking
his promotion to captain at the same time.
The reason was a mystery, but he was sure it was not because
she came from a different world.

A figure passed the open
door.

“Is that you, Eve?”

He saw Ann’s eyes open at the
sound of his voice. Eve appeared in the doorway, yawning and
rubbing a hand through her tousled hair, the big swell of her right
tit bared by her carelessly tied robe.

“Is the hotel slave here yet?”
Rafael asked, propping himself against the
bed’s
h
eadboard.

“Here, Master.” The girl pushed
past the tall bodyguard, smiling in spite of the pink blush that
still glowed on both breasts.

“Ellen, isn’t it?” he asked. “I
want my breakfast. Ham and eggs and all the trimmings, and plenty
of orange juice and coffee.” He rubbed his hands together and
smiled at Ann as she ran a hand through her hair. The wary look
that instantly appeared on her face was joined by a pretty pinkness
in her cheeks as she glanced down at her nakedness. The colour
darkened when she looked at his cock rising stiffly from his
groin.

“Good morning, Ann.” He forced
his smile not to widen into a satisfied grin
as he
saw the wary look in her
quickly lowered eyes.

“G… good morning.” She
swallowed. “Sir.”

“No, it’s only ‘Sir’ when I’m on
duty. Call me ‘Master’.”

She had not liked that. Rafael
sensed her resentment in the tightening of her lovely lips and felt
the weight of her distrust once more. He was used to having the
trust of his slave girls, even the hired ones he only ever had for
a few days and never saw again. But there were no slaves where Ann
came from, and she was not a stowaway desperate to become one, as
he had thought. She had responded like one during the night,
though. God, she had responded! He had responded to her too, with a
fire and urgency that he could not recall ever feeling so
powerfully before. And to his astonishment, the trust that she
would not give to him, he was not only ready but eager to give to
her.

He could not resist using her
again after breakfast, and made no effort to try. Though his
thrusts must be uncomfortable after all he had put her through
already,
Ann surrendered just as eagerly as she
had the night before. His own pleasure was no less incredible when
he came, with her squirming and whimpering breathlessly beneath him
in a climax that must surely have set her mind spinning as much as
it did his own.

Afterwards, he took Ann to the
bathroom where she blushed and looked away from him when he made
her squat on one of the toilets while he urinated into the other
one. Was that something else that was different where she came
from?

Eve stood under the shower in
one corner of the room with Milly, using one hand to soap her body
and rubbing the other between her thighs.

Rafael grinned at the look Ann
gave them. “I made sure the
penthouse door is
locked this time.” He took her hand and drew her into the single,
large sunken bath in the centre of the room, where
Ellen
stood to her thighs in steaming water, holding a sponge in one
hand. At first Ann seemed reluctant to be bathed by another woman
but looked as though she was warming to the experience, until Ellen
turned her attention and her soapy sponge to him. His cock
immediately hardened in response. Ann made a little snuffling sound
and he saw the corners of her mouth turn down before she looked
away. He snaked an arm around her hips, pulled her hard against him
and rubbed the soapsuds from her slippery breasts with a teasing
palm. Their pink, fading weals glistened wetly. Her quick
glance up into his
face showed her eyes
were bright and her frown had disappeared. Rafael slithered his
palm over her belly but she flinched when his fingers touched her
sex.

“Maybe I was a bit too rough
last night,” he said, more to himself than to her.

“No. It was m… my fault.”

“No it wasn’t. You’ve nothing to
blame yourself about. Never mind. That’s what Ellen’s here for.” He
turned the slave and bent her over with her elbows on the edge of
the bath and her bottom jutting towards him. “You put it in,
sweetheart,” he told Ann.

From the immediate tightening of
her lips he knew he had somehow said the wrong thing again, though
her breasts were rising and falling rapidly and she seemed just as
excited as Ellen. Was this another encumbrance she had brought with
her from that weird, alien world of hers? The sight of the hotel
slave’s rounded backside and the swollen, pink slivers of her
inner-lips peeping from the pouting crescents of the outer ones,
banished the thought from Drake’s mind. He angled his hard shaft
down to rest against the fleshy swell of Ellen’s pussy.

With a long
sigh, the girl pushed back to meet his penetration and Ann gave
another snuffle and turned her head away as Rafael’s shaft sank
deep. He tightened his arm around her and stood still, letting
the
slave girl do all the work.

“Slowly,” he instructed. “We’ve
plenty of time.”

Ellen slowed the movement of her
hips to a gentle undulation and he savoured the sight of her sheath
sliding to and fro on his cock.

“I must be crazy,” Ann said
under her breath. He looked around, saw the flush on her cheeks and
knew it was more than embarrassment that was causing it. She was
trembling, her breathing was fast and shallow and a pink pearl had
emerged from the fleshy cowl at the apex of her slit. Rafael
reached to it, pinching gently with his thumb and a fingertip.
Ann’s eyes closed and she pressed harder against him.

They fluttered
open fleetingly when Persephone came into the bathroom with
Tania, and Ann immediately lowered her head but did not try to pull
away. Persephone walked stiffly to one of the toilets and squatted
with a grimace, careful to avoid
contact between her
buttocks and the seat as she let loose a stream of piss. With the
briefest glance at the two girls in the shower she turned her green
eyes on the bathers.

“You’re a brute, Rafael Drake.
You didn’t have to hit so hard.”

“I gave you what you deserved,”
he said. “So quit complaining or I’ll make you take Ellen’s
place.”

Persephone
watched the girl squirming her bottom against his taut belly,
twisted in an attempt to look at the vivid, red and purple ridges
he had raised on her own buttocks the night before, winced, and
said no more. Straightening with a shudder she snapped her fingers.
Tania knelt, lapped off the drips of urine clinging to her
Mistress’s sex and helped her into the sunken bath. With a hiss and
a groan the blonde sank her ravaged bottom into the
hot
water and instantly shot upright, gasping.

“Ooh! You really are a beast.
You could at least rub my little clitty along with your slave
girl’s.”

“Come here then.”

As Persephone hurried to his
other side and presented her upright clitoris for his attention,
Rafael felt Ann stiffen
and the pressure of her
firm breast against his side became less insistent. He intensified
his
rubbing and felt a surge of satisfaction as her hips
jerked and thrust her stiff bud harder against his moving fingers.
For several minutes nothing disturbed the silence but breathy sighs
and moans, the slick sound of Ellen sliding herself along Rafael’s
cock and the gentle lapping of the water. In the shower behind him
he could hear moans and the wet noises of fingers sliding deep into
pussies.

The hotel slave climaxed first,
mewing and gasping, bottom thrusting harder and faster until Rafael
lunged his hips forward and gave a long, throaty growl as he felt
the surge of his come and the fierce, triumphant pleasure that
accompanied it. Ann orgasmed at the same moment, shivering and
panting with her eyelids all-aflutter. Rafael released her
clitoris, and his arm at her back crushed her to his muscular body
with the same exultant satisfaction he had felt as he came. She
wrapped her arms around him and rubbed her sex against his thigh. A
breathless moan announced Persephone had reached fulfilment, and a
heartbeat later her arms overlapped Ann’s as she too clutched
Rafael and rubbed her wet pussy against him. But her joy could not
possibly have matched his as, still thrusting in the throes of his
climax, he crushed his lips to Ann’s and kissed her long and
greedily. She responded and instantly writhed in a second
climax.

Rafael slid his cock from Ellen
with a soft, sucking sound. Ann slipped abruptly from his embrace.
Before his annoyance could spark she sank to her knees, gently
closed her hand around his half-erect shaft and guided it to her
mouth, licking and sucking his warm, damp flesh.

“I think she’s telling you she’s
grateful,” Persephone said, still breathing hard and clinging to
him. “And she should be. That was delicious, darling.” She stopped
rubbing against his thigh and drew back, wincing. “Unlike what you
did to my poor bum last night, you monster.
Not to
mention all the rest. I really
should be very angry with
you.”

Looking at Ann on her knees
before him, Rafael did not answer. She lifted her gaze to his face,
avidly sucking on his half-hard cock as if she wanted to prove the
truth of Persephone’s words. He looked into her blue eyes and
wished he knew what was making them shine so gloriously. Was
it truly gratitude, or maybe just the
embers
of her recently fulfilled desire? An odd tightness
caught at his chest and he found himself hoping it was much more.
Rafael cleared his throat.

“That’s enough for now.” He
patted Ellen’s bottom to show he was finished with her, and hauled
himself and Ann from the bath. “I’m guessing you promised the hotel
girls money for last night,” he said to Persephone, handing Ann a
towel.

“I’ve already given it to Ellen.
You see, I do keep my word, even when there’s no nasty, overbearing
man around who thinks I have to be made to.”

Rafael laughed and pulled away
the towel Ann was trying to wrap around herself. “No, I like to
look at you.”

“And I’d have thought a pretty
young slave girl would be eager to show her gratitude when she can
see my clitty is still in need of attention,” Persephone said,
leaning her elbows onto the edge of the bath and spreading her
thighs.

“Oh, yes, Mistress,” Ellen
agreed, and sank into the water to put her head between the
blonde’s legs.

Rafael took Ann’s hand and left
the girls to their games. An odd thought struck him as he gave
Persephone a final backward glance. He shook his head. No it was
not possible.

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