The Domination of Diana (17 page)

The pretty blonde gently lifted Cierra’s chin. “We are equals. You do not need to look down." Cierra exhaled and looked to Juliana’s blue eyes. “No, you are not taking too long. I am sure the warm water is comforting. Your master instructed me to order you dinner, it will be here soon. Please dry your hair, apply the lotions, and there is antibiotic ointment for your brand. I will bring you a robe and by then your dinner should be here.”

Cierra couldn’t contain her tears, this didn’t seem right. “Juliana, is this real?”

Juliana smiled, “Yes, female, it is real. You have been purchased by a fair and good master. Do not take that to believe that he will be easy on you. Or, to believe that he will not inflict pain, but know that he paid more for you than I have ever known any master to do."

Cierra noticed that Juliana did not call her by name. She wondered if that meant her name would change again. This time, she didn’t care. If this master would allow her warm showers and food, he could call her anything he wanted. Cierra nodded and turned back to the large lighted mirror.

***

Exiting the bathroom of the large suite, Cierra walked through the luxurious bedroom. The plush carpet enveloped her bare feet as she took in the splendor of the four-post king sized bed. Her pussy tingled and contracted at the thought of her new master taking her on that lavish bed.

Coolness radiated from the black marble floor as the soles of her feet propelled her through the hall to the living room. Setting on an area rug in front of a leather sofa were covered dishes and drinking glasses.

Juliana explained, “We have not been given permission to use the furniture, but you are allowed to use utensils."

A few weeks ago this information would have been foreign to Diana. But then again, so much has changed. Cierra didn’t question Juliana’s words. Instead, she nodded and sat cross-legged on the rug beside the picnic-like spread. She didn’t know what to expect. For all she knew it could be dog food. In the past week or two, time was so allusive; she’d only been allowed scraps, in dog bowls or directly from the dirty floor. Eating anything with a fork would be the second greatest luxury, next to the amazing shower. When Juliana did not move, Cierra asked, “May I?”

Juliana nodded, and Cierra lifted the lid. She gasped. It wasn’t dog food. Under the silver cover, she found filet mignon, macaroni and cheese, steamed broccoli, and rolls. It was all of her favorite foods. How could anyone know?

At first, Cierra remained vacant and silent. The branding took everything away. But the shower, the other female’s serenity, and now the food all worked together to restore her courage. What the brand took away, this environment was bringing back. She found the courage to speak. “Is this what my master told you to order?”

“Yes, why, do you not like it?”

“I would be honored to eat anything, but this is all of my favorites. How could he know?”

Juliana grinned, “Your master must also be a very wise man." She lifted another lid and peered underneath. “I don’t suppose you like French Silk Pie?" Cierra didn’t answer. She was busy shoveling macaroni and cheese into her mouth as fast as she could swallow. However, her eyes opened wide and she nodded. Juliana poured crystal clear water into a glass and coffee into a cup. “Please slow down. I don’t want to face my master or yours, if you choke before he gets here.”

Cierra slowed her eating long enough to drink water. It was the purest cleanest liquid she’d ever tasted. She contemplated,
maybe this isn’t real, or maybe this is heaven.
Where ever it was, Cierra wasn’t willing to hesitate and allow it to disappear.

After she devoured most of her plate, Cierra realized Juliana wasn’t eating. “I am sorry. Do you want some of this food? You have been so kind. I am being rude.”

“No, my master will tell me when I may eat. And, I believe prior to this moment, I have eaten more recently than you. Please continue. I was told you will need your strength.”

Cierra looked at the other slave. Her expression was light and happy, but her words sent a shiver down Cierra’s spine. “What is going to happen to me?”

“I do not know. It is not my place to ask, or yours.”

Cierra nodded. Between bites, she began to talk. “May I ask you a question?”

“You may ask, but I do not know if I will be able to answer.”

“Did your master buy you at an auction?”

“No, I willingly gave myself to my master. I am now his slave and his wife.”

Cierra stared at the blonde sitting cross-legged on the area rug. “Really? That is beautiful.”

“It is. I am very blessed.”

Cierra shook her head and continued to eat. She’d resolved herself to the understanding that missed opportunities in her life would haunt her forever. She knew she did not deserve what Juliana had, but could recognize its beauty.

The mustang maneuvered the snowy streets as Troy drove away from the Creation Inferno. He thought about Nicole’s reaction to the world outside of the club. Prior to stepping from the Inferno’s door, Troy removed his overcoat and wrapped it around the petite slave. Her waitress skirt, t-shirt, and heels were no protection against the Chicago snow and wind.

Once they entered the winter wonderland of the Inferno’s parking lot, Nicole’s eyes widened. The emerald green sparkled as it reflected the glistening snowflakes that covered every surface. Just before he opened the door of his Mustang for his purchase, he saw her scoop snow, and place it on her tongue. She didn’t speak, he didn’t comment, but her coy smile filled him with pride.

Now, Troy peered to his right and watched Nicole, still wrapped in his coat, taking in the world passing by the windows of his sports car. After a prolonged silence he spoke, “Nicole, tell me your thoughts.”

It was like opening a spigot. She’d been silently waiting his permission. “Master Troy, I don’t know what to think. Perhaps I am too stupid to understand what just happened. This morning Mistress Debbie told me that I was being sold at auction. I was packed in a wooden crate, a lot like the punishment box. I could hear other slaves in other boxes. They were crying. So was I. Then I heard boxes moving. Mine did not move. Finally, I was alone and didn’t understand what happened." She took a breath and looked out the window. Her eyes weren’t seeing the world, she was viewing memories. Troy instructed her to continue. She inhaled and began again, her words slower and more deliberate. “When the box opened it was Master Clinton. He told me that he’d saved me from auction, for himself.”

Troy’s knuckles blanched as the steering wheel surrendered to his grip. “What did he do?”

“He told me that I would need to show him my gratitude." She inhaled and continued, “He took me to the shower room where he directed my movements and watched as I cleaned myself and masturbated in the cold water. Then he took me to his office." Nicole turned toward her master. She didn’t know him well, but could see his clenched jaw and feel the emanating tension. “Master, do you want me to go on?”

Troy considered the question. Did he really need to know the particulars? Even Marcus said it is
her job
. Maybe some things were better left unsaid. “I am not sure. Did he hurt you?”

“Yes.”

“I should have punched him too.”

Nicole’s eyes opened wide. “Sir, too? May I ask who else you hit?”

For the first time since Dr. Sells entered his office, Troy relaxed. He turned to the beautiful green-eyed girl. The tension was gone from his expression. His face now radiated warmth and pleasure toward the young woman staring only at him. His lips turned upward and his perfect teeth reflected the dashboard lights. “Well, since you aren’t going back, I see no reason for you not to know. I punched Liam… multiple times.”

Nicole gasped, grinned, and threw her head against the leather seat. “Wow. I would have loved to have seen that!" They both laughed.

It seemed so natural, the two of them. To think, they’d only met less than two weeks ago. Troy asked Nicole a question. “What do you think about leaving the Inferno? I know you told me you didn’t want to."

“I didn’t want to be sold at auction, it terrified me. Mistress Debbie refers to it often, telling us sluts that if we don’t behave, if we don’t meet quotas, if we do anything to displease her, she will have us sold to some Sheik." Nicole paused, “I didn’t know that private purchases were even possible.”

“I am not sure they are, but I did something tonight.”

Nicole interjected, “Punched Master Liam.”

Troy laughed, “Besides that. And I feared that you would be punished for my behavior.”

“I still do not know what to think. I have never been owned by one man. What if I am not good at this?”

“Nicole, I believe you will be amazing at this. However, you should know, I will not be your master." The car now weaved through a neighborhood. “I was just the purchaser. You will be taken to your new master’s home later this evening." He looked to his right and saw tears. Only seconds before there had been laughter. “Why are you crying?”

“Please, Master, please keep me.”

“Nicole, I have my own slave. I do not think I can handle two.”

She reached her hand to his crotch. “Master, I know you can handle as many as you want.”

He briefly closed his eyes. Then resolved to follow through on his plan, removed her hand. “You don’t know me. I don’t know you.”

“You do know me. You know I like chocolate, you know I want to see sunshine. Please be with me tomorrow and allow me to see the sunshine.”

Troy wanted that; he really did. “Nicole, it is snowing, the sun may not shine tomorrow.”

“Master, the sun always shines
tomorrow
– just like in the musical, the one with the little girl and the millionaire. He saved her from that orphanage. You saved me from the Inferno.”

God, Troy loved this girl. Not like Diana, but in an overpowering way that he couldn’t describe. His car now sat in the abandoned parking lot of a school. He turned and gripped her shoulders, “Nicole, you are not stupid. You are witty, smart, and so damn beautiful. I would be honored to be your master. But, you should know, I would whip your perfect round ass for making this so fucking difficult on me. I would torture your gorgeous tits with clamps, just to hear your sexy whimpers as I remove them. And, I would fuck you every fucking day.”

Troy watched her beautiful green eyes as her thoughts swirled. He saw her body wiggle as she fought the discomfort that comes with desire. Her voice was a melody, so strong yet at the same time so filled with need. “Please, Master, even your words make me wet. I will be a good slut, I promise." As she spoke, another car met them head-on. The SUV’s headlights shone directly into Troy’s car. They could not see the driver of the new arrival.

Feigning strength, Troy’s cadence slowed, “I bought you, and now you will do as I say."

Nicole’s head dropped. She’d been scolded. She nodded, “Yes, Master, I will do as you say."

“Stay here for a minute.” Troy got out of the car, relishing the cold air, and inhaled. He hoped it would relieve the pressure in his engorged cock. He closed his suit jacket and walked to the driver’s window.

It lowered. Marcus looked up at Troy and said, “Thank you, man, I can’t believe you’re doing this." Troy nodded, wondering if he was doing the right thing. Marcus continued, “Does she know it is me?”

“No. And let me tell you, if you fucking don’t love her, like she deserves, I’m taking her back.”

Marcus nodded. “You know, man. We’re into pain and shit.”

“I know that. I also know you can have both. I’ve seen it.”

Marcus looked away, glancing into the beam of his head lights, seeing Nicole’s beautiful profile. “Yeah, Derek and Doc are something else. It’s cool what they have." Marcus watched his love gain composure as her future unfolded without her input. “I would like that.”

“Yeah, me too.” Troy added.

“About the money." Marcus didn’t have $5,000, but he was willing to make payments.

“What money? Like I said, you fuck up, and I’m taking her back.”

“That’s not happening.”

Troy smiled, “Good. Now all she knows is that she is going to her real master’s tonight. Do you want to tell her now, or let her think you’re her driver?”

Marcus inhaled. His grin becoming devilish, “I think I want to play a little.”

Troy grinned and nodded. “I’m planning some of that tonight too. But fucking remember, I’ll be keeping track.”

The two men shook hands. Marcus said, “Thanks. Maybe you’d like to watch?" They both laughed, it wasn’t a real invitation.

“I’ll pass. I think you’re the one who likes to watch.”

“Hey, it’s the job.”

I keep hearing that
, Troy thought as he walked toward Nicole’s door. Marcus got out of the car. Troy opened the door to a teary-eyed girl. “It is time for you to go." She obediently got out of Troy’s car. He removed the heavy top coat, leaving Nicole shivering against the cold. He watched her expression lighten as she saw Marcus. “I believe you know Master Marcus? He is going to take you to your new home.”

For a few seconds, in the middle of a wintery white world, Nicole stood motionless between two masterful men. Finally, she turned toward Troy. Her body trembled with cold and emotion. She sniffled and tried to speak, “Thank you, Master Troy. I will never forget you.”

Troy nodded as Marcus enveloped her petite body with another jacket and directed her toward the warmth of his SUV.

***

Troy sat in his car for the longest time, watching the falling snow fill the tracks from Marcus’ SUV. The Beatles sang Hey Jude while he thought about Nicole. How would she react when she learned that Marcus wasn’t her driver, but her new master? Would he allow her to see the sun tomorrow? Troy knew it wasn’t his concern. His concern is Diana. Watching the sparkling reflection of the glistening snow, he turned his concentration on the slave that waited for him at the Hilton. Finally, he texted Derek, who would text Juliana –
I am on my way, have her ready
.

Chapter Fourteen

Cierra lay spread eagle on the beautiful king sized bed as Juliana secured her wrists and ankles with silk scarves. “How do you feel?" Juliana couldn’t stop her psychotherapy. It is who she is.