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Authors: T.L. Smith

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I got dressed in black leather shorts, so short my ass was basically hanging out. I matched it with black boots and a white shirt that displayed my breasts perfectly.

It was lunch time when I pulled up to the house. Sarena was out front exercising, which I didn’t do this morning. When the bodyguard saw me, he pinned me with a stare. I ignored him and went straight inside. I didn’t see Dominic when I entered the house, or even when I made it into the room. I saw the man still sitting in the same position as when I had first come in. I grabbed an apple in my hand and took it with me. His eyes opened and swung to me. then dropped back to the floor.

I picked up the knife from yesterday and cut the apple, eating the piece I’d sliced from it. I stopped in front of him and sat so we were at eye level on the ground.

“You hungry?” I asked, his eyes looked broken. He nodded his head and I started to give him a piece of apple, then pull it back before it hits his lips.

“What do you say?” He pulled a face and didn’t say anything, but he watched me take another bite.

“This would be easier if you listened and obeyed,” I said chewing loudly on the crisp green apple.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked in an exasperated breath while his eyes never strayed from the apple.

“You’re my new Thrall. Well, actually you’re my first. But I need to get you ready for clients,” I told him giving him insight that there was more to come.

“Clients?” he asked.

“Don’t ask questions, and direct questions to me only as Master,” I said holding the apple out.

“Yes, Master,” he said with venom laced through his voice.

“Nicer,” I told him.

“Yes, Master.” He struggled with the nicer part but eventually succeeded. I gave him a piece of apple and noticed he’d been cleaned. Someone must have to do that. Personally, I’d hate to have that job.

“Do you still want to fuck me, Thrall?” I watched for a reaction. He shook his head no. I spread my legs out in front of him.

“Not even now?” I tried to entice him, pulling the zipper between my breasts down, so the only thing he couldn’t see was my nipple. His eyes stayed glued, and I watched as he looked between my legs to my breast. He shook his head no, but I could see the fight in his eyes. His naked body gave it away. I grabbed the knife and dragged it between my breasts, pulling the zipper all the way down as I did. His cock went hard within a second.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I said in my best seductress voice. I was horny, it didn’t take much effort to use those words.

He went to shake his head no but then nodded yes. I smiled to myself and snapped my legs shut, pulled up my zipper and stood, giving him one last part of the apple before I left.

“Be a good boy tomorrow and I just might,” I said and closed the door on my way out. When I entered no one was there and I was horny as fuck. A part of me hoped Dominic would be there, I wouldn’t have said no to having his cock in me. I knew I shouldn’t, he was now my boss and you don’t fuck where you work.

I drove around for hours, contemplating what I should do. The ache between my legs hadn’t moved. I decided to visit the club that I was last at, the club where I grabbed Thrall. It was busy when I entered and dark. So very dark that I could hardly see what was in front of me. I went to the dance floor and danced by myself, jumping up and down with all the people who were obviously on drugs. Warm breath hit my ear, someone was that close. So close that I could smell the musky scent that was not doing a thing for my pussy.

“Are you being more careful, daredevil?” the voice whispered in my ear. I knew that voice, I’d heard it before. It was from the alley the other night. I began to turn around when he stopped me with a hand to my waist. A strong hand.

“What’s it to you?” I questioned him. He laughed dryly in my ear and kissed just behind my earlobe. I shivered. His hand left my waist and continued downward, straight to my throbbing pussy. I didn’t try to stop him, I just let my eyes close. Leaning back into his body—it was hard, rock hard. I looked down and saw that his arms were covered with an expensive suit that had cuffing on each side. He had money, which was evident by his clothes.

“Do you like to fuck strangers?” his voice was back and on my neck.

“Only if they’re good at it,” I said to him, he bit me this time.

“I would make your head spin, make you scream for me to stop,” he said at the same time that his finger entered me. He managed to distract me so that I didn’t even feel him slide his hand into my pants. I arched back even more and dropped my head back onto his shoulder. He was all muscle that I couldn’t deny. He was hard all over, his arms, his back, and his shoulders. I just couldn’t see him, and at that moment I didn’t care.

“I don’t think you could,” I said in between heavy breaths. He chuckled in my ear, so I turned my head to look at him. He wouldn’t let me see much as his mouth latched onto mine as he kissed the living hell out of me. His mouth was demanding, he didn’t seek my mouth, he devoured it. I let him, and I only saw a glimpse of dark brown eyes and a strong face before my eyes closed in bliss from his mouth and hand.

His hands moved faster and my mouth opened wider. I wanted to turn and crawl up his body. The body of a complete stranger who I think knew about my job and sought me out. But I wouldn’t, couldn’t, because I didn’t want what this man had to offer, I only wanted and needed what was between his legs. Nothing more.

“Pleasure, fire,” he said into my mouth. He pulled his hand away from me as I came, my eyes still closed. When I opened them, he was nowhere to be seen.

Chapter 8

The days went by fast and I hardly saw Jagger. He was working days, where I was gone at night, sometimes into the morning, depending when I’d get home. I also practiced every week at archery, it was exhilarating. I would do it every day if I could. My Thrall—who also went by the name Shaun, which I would never use—had broken down. He now did exactly as I wanted, did exactly as I pleased. He had one day where he grew some balls and spat on me. I knifed his chest for that. He’d never done that again.

“I’ve been watching you,” Dominic said as I changed in front of him into some lingerie. He eyed me up and down, devouring my body as he does.

“And that was not stalkerish at all,” I replied sarcastically.

“You’re good,” he said now looking directly at me.

“You expected me not to be?” I asked him, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Most don’t take to it as fast as you. It took Sarena two months before she stopped seeing a helpless man instead of a paycheck.”

“Yeah, well, I guess you could say we’re nothing alike.”

“I know that, but she had been my best girl. This isn’t my first rodeo. I had more than you two girls, but none can do what you have done as fast.”

“Does that mean more money?” I asked, because honestly, I wanted more money.

“It does. Do you think your man will be ready tonight?” he asked with a nod to where my Thrall was located. I looked over and saw him in a chair with no restraints and his head down.

“I do.”

“If you sell him tonight you get half,” he said smiling.

“Half of what?”

“His price.”

“I can work with that,” I said with a nod and a wave as I walked into Thrall’s room. He was cleaned and neatly shaven. I found out that they have staff that looked after the men. They wash and clean them, and under no circumstances were they to talk to them.

His eyes spot mine and he dropped his head immediately back down in a bow.

“Stand,” I told him and he does, with his hands placed to his side. He was wearing boxer pants now for his good behavior.

“Strip.” He instantly dropped his pants to the floor.

“Look at my body,” I told him. He lifted his head and looked at each of my curves, up to my stomach where I have my tattoos. I was wearing nothing but a G-string and a see-through bra. His cock stirred, so I turned and bent over, showing enough to tease him.

“Do you want to touch me, Thrall?” I asked him, as I ran my hand up the back of my legs and over my ass.

“Yes, Master,” he whimpered. I stood and walked to him, his eyes constantly alternating between me and the ground. I walked around him, then stopped in front of him and dropped my bra.

“You came back clean. You have been a good boy, Thrall,” I told him, in reference to his health check. They’re all checked, we don’t want to sell broken goods.

“I’ve been good, Master,” he replied, his cock now hard as a rock.

“You may leave me tonight,” I said, my bottom lip puckered out into a pout.

“I don’t want to leave you, Master,” he whimpered as I walked closer and his cock touched my stomach.

“I’m selling you. You will have a new owner who you must obey. You remember the rules, don’t you?” He nodded his head and repeated them back to me.

“Always obey.”

“Always reply with Master.”

“Anyone Master says to be called such a name will be addressed that way.”

“Never try to escape. The pain would be worse than death.”

“Exactly, you will have a new master. But, I will always be your first and I will always come to check up on you to make sure my rules are enforced,” I said, then palmed his cock. It was average, not overly large, but he had to learn how to use it properly. We didn’t want to give out refunds for faulty goods.

“Show me how you will fuck me,” I tell him. He looked surprised at first and didn’t move.

“Okay to touch, Master?” he asked and I nodded my head.

He was hesitant at first, his hands shook as he reached out and grabbed my ass and pulled me to him. He kissed my neck and I could feel his body shaking.

“I want sex,” I told him, “we don’t need foreplay.” He stepped back and assessed which way he could come at me. He knew if it was wrong he was likely to be punished.

“Sit in your chair,” I order and he did so quickly. I removed what I had on, but left my boots on. I dragged myself over him, letting his cock play with my clit, making me wet. He was impatient and shifted to get inside me. I slapped him hard across the face. He stopped and sat back in the chair. “This isn’t about you, you’re here to please me. The same way you’ll please the next.” He nodded eagerly and I leaned backward. “Touch me,” I told him, knowing exactly where I wanted to be touched, but I waited to see if he would know where. His hand skirted up my belly and touched my breast. Just not hard enough.

“Your mouth on my breast, now. Next one, I’ll bring the whip out.” He latched on straight away and pulled and sucked with his mouth. He fondled the other with his hand and switched breasts, so they both had plenty of attention. I slid right over him, then sank straight down on him. He stopped for a second and so did I when he knew he shouldn’t have. He quickly resumed touching.

“Now my clit with your free hand,” I directed him. He kept his mouth alternating breasts and his hand rubbed between my legs. He learned fast and it felt fucking great.

He came before I did, his cock went semi-hard inside me. This pissed me off, so I climbed off him and laid down on the floor, spreading my legs.

“You will be punished for that. The extent of the punishment depends on how well you can make me come,” I told him. He looked between my legs, then got off the chair and crawled to me on his hands and knees. His mouth went straight to my entrance, which was not where he should be. I leaned back, grabbed the whip that was just within reach and whipped his back. He stopped and lifted his head higher, and hit the spot he knew I wanted. He inserted one finger while he licked me, then another and soon I came around his hand. A tremble took over my body and I pointed him back to his seat. He did as indicated and sat back down. I stood and pulled my lingerie back on and walked out the door.

“I want to fuck,” Sarena said to me. I shook my head. “Can I have a turn?” she asked and pointed to my Thrall. I looked through the glass and saw him in his seat, not doing anything. I crooked my finger at Sarena and she got up and followed. She was dressed in her normal wear, a short as fuck dress. His head snapped up when we entered and Sarena smiled brightly.

“You will need to please her now,” I told him. He looked scared.

“Yes, Master,” he said, standing. I stopped him with a hand signal and stood behind Sarena. I ran my hands up her side and she purred loud. The zipper was long at the back and I pulled it down, letting the dress drop to the ground. She was fully naked underneath and she was beautiful. I palmed her breast and Thrall’s cock sprung back to life.

“If you can’t please her, your punishment will be severe,” I told him as I ran my hand over her breast while she stood still grinning. He nodded his head eagerly and walked to her. I stepped back and watched as he dropped to his knees and lightly spread her legs, so his mouth could reach up the middle. She grabbed hold of his head and pulled his blond hair. He reached up between her legs and inserted a finger, her eyes closed in bliss. I walked out and decided to watch from the other side.

“I have buyers lined up,” Dominic said when I entered the other room. He was watching them, but his eyes stopped and turned to me.

“I want to fuck you, Aria, but I don’t shit where I sleep,” he said. He stood and walked out, leaving me to try to work out what he had meant.

 

Chapter 9

Zeke was here. He looked different, more haunted than last time. Dominic was talking to him over in the corner and they acknowledged me with a nod when I entered. Women were everywhere, dressed in gowns and gloves. Sarena was off mingling while I stood and people watched. Checking who was there for the Thralls and who was there for the entertainment. There was a list associated with each of the Thralls and, at that moment, there were just the two. Mine and whoever Sarena had. Their pictures and details were all listed. There was also a rating associated with each Thrall for their bedroom skills, including how long they lasted and what they were good at.

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