Yes, Master, page 23
“No, don’t.”
Stupidly eager to obey, she placed her arms behind her to prop herself up and began flexing her legs, bringing them closer together as she did. Her panties looked ridiculous wadded just above her knees, but he was in charge of that as well as everything else about her.
What was she doing here?
When would she be allowed to leave?
“Describe how you’re feeling now.”
She turned her attention from her panties to the big man. He handled the resistance band as if determined to destroy it. Maybe he was also testing his limits. If he set it down and started toward her—
“Exhausted. Hot and sweaty. Contented.” There. She’d said it.
“Not interested in running a race right now?”
He was right. That was the last thing she was up for. In fact, if he had a pillow, she’d be tempted to spend the night there.
But what if he decided to do the same thing?
“What happens now?” The moment she spoke, she knew she’d asked something a slave didn’t have a right to.
He glanced at the wall clock showing she’d been there a half hour. “It depends.”
On what?
“Usually I find some part of a patient’s body that can be worked on, but you’ve done an admirable job of conditioning yourself. No wonder you’re as close to your peak as you are.”
Close to but not there, at least that’s what he believed.
He dropped the band to the floor and repeatedly twisted at the waist. Then he stopped and looked at her. Started toward her. Her heart threatened to escape her chest, and her pussy heated. He’d taken another step when someone knocked on the locked door.
“Let him in.”
“What?” She indicated her exposed breasts and pussy. “I can’t like this.”
“Yes, you can. And you will. I’m your master. Don’t for a minute forget it.”
Wondering if she’d lost her mind, she slipped off the table and stood. Her panties slid down her legs and pooled over her feet. Done with the damn garment, she stepped out of it. She’d no sooner done that than she looked around for her slacks. Her less-than-steady fingers reached for her blouse and she started to pull the halves together.
Whoever was out there knocked again.
“Do it, slave. Just the way you are.”
Clad in matching silver bands around her throat, wrists, and ankles, she enters the grand room where Master entertains his guests. Male gazes follow her as she walks toward Master holding a large silver plate filled with fruit. She places the plate on the table to his left and kneels before him. Aware of the line of her back and smooth buttocks, she stretches out her arms and lowers her head to the floor. Only pleasing Master matters.
The ever-evolving image had surfaced enough times now that she no longer questioned its existence. She was becoming the slave in her mind, and as such she did what was required of her. Arms swinging at her sides and her blouse barely clinging to her shoulders, she walked over to the door and unlocked it.
8
Jeff Tappe stood outside. He wore a dress shirt and slacks that highlighted his runner’s form. Instead of being surprised, she acknowledged she’d known who it would be. Unlike the first time they’d met, she didn’t feel in awe of him so much as subservient to the Olympic runner. She laced her fingers together over her belly and stared at the floor.
“Damn, but you work fast,” Jeff said. He stepped inside and locked the door behind him.
“It isn’t that much work when I’m working with the right subject.”
“Hmm.” Jeff slid his hand under her blouse and rested his hand on her shoulder. “Please don’t tell me I’ve missed all the fun.”
“Hardly. I think you’re going to be pleased with what’s been accomplished so far. The major shift has been made. She’s no longer the same woman she was the day you met her.”
“So I see.” He tightened his hold, causing her to try to draw back. She couldn’t remember how to unlink her fingers. “What’s happening, Runa? A little less sure of yourself than you used to be?”
“She answers to ‘slave,’ ” Master Ken said. “Right now I want to keep her focusing on her submissive side.”
“As do I, as do I.” Still gripping her shoulder, Jeff cupped her chin and tipped her head upward. His stare was as incomprehensible as Master’s had been. Master? Did she now have two? “It’s quite the transformation, isn’t it.” Jeff didn’t make it a question. “You’re a lot more amenable to what my friend or I tell you to do than you used to be. You don’t question, you simply obey.”
“Do I?”
Jeff looked at Master Ken. “What does she know about you?”
“I decided to wait until you were here. You can do the honors if you want.”
“Why not?” He positioned his face inches from hers. “There’s more to mammoth man than meets the eyes. I’m not sure how long he’s been into the kinky stuff, but—”
“Only a couple of years. Finding a woman who understands my interest in domination and wants to assume the opposite role hasn’t been easy.”
“I sent you a submissive in the rough today,” Jeff said and smiled at her. “That’s the vibe I got when we met the other day, at least I was pretty sure that’s the message you were giving out. My plan was simple. I’d get Master Ken and you together and let him determine whether I know my vibes.”
Master Ken chuckled. “You do. You’re better at sniffing out a potential sub than I thought you’d be.”
“I’m learning. Anyway—” Jeff turned his attention back to her. “Ever since my buddy told me about his hobby, I’ve wanted to see if it was something I could get into myself. The more I learned about it, the more it appealed to me. Neither of us is particularly interested in classic BDSM. The rough pain element, well—” His gaze narrowed. “Let’s say the concept takes us out of our comfort zones. This experiment with you is about a possible basic dom-sub relationship. Who knows? Maybe it’ll be mutually beneficial for the three of us.”
She couldn’t think of anything to say but maybe he didn’t care, just that she understood. She’d heard of BDSM, of course, and had been both curious and uneasy about the lifestyle. Mutually beneficial? What was he talking about?
“You get your reward yet?” Master Jeff asked Master Ken.
“No. Like I said, I wanted to put the focus on her.”
“In other words she—”
“Climaxed? Yes. But not until I made it happen, right, slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
The pressure on her shoulder lessened. Suddenly she was afraid he’d walk away from her, so she stepped closer and arched her back so her breasts grazed his middle. Fear gave way to embarrassment, prompting her to retreat.
Master Jeff grabbed both sides of her blouse and hauled her against him. “Hands behind your back, slave.”
She is still in the massive room filled with men but no longer presents herself to Master because he orders her to stand and points toward a man wearing a fur cape and nothing else. Unsteady feet take her to the newcomer. He grips her arms and spins her around. Rope tightens around her wrists, and he cinches her wrists to the rope he’d placed around her bare waist.
“A lovely present,” the newcomer says. “Exactly what a man who has been traveling alone needs. I’ll use her well.”
“Not use,” Master says. “Share. Tonight she belongs to both of us.”
Master Jeff wasn’t as large as Master Ken, but he handled her with equal confidence as he glared at her, silently commanding her to obey. Tears she refused to shed heated her eyes as she positioned her hands as he’d ordered.
Nodding, he let go of her blouse and stepped back. “Turn around, slave. I want to see what you really look like. Keep rotating until I tell you otherwise.”
She wasn’t totally naked and yet she was in all the ways that counted since the blouse was open revealing her breasts. The bra pressing against the upper mounds gave them an unnatural appearance. She’d been shaving her pubic hair for years because she liked the feel of nylon against flesh.
“That’s a body to be proud of,” Master Jeff said. “I take it you didn’t have any trouble getting her to respond.”
Master Ken had remained near the equipment table, but now he joined Master Jeff as she obediently completed one circle after another.
“Even less than I thought I might. She’s easy to condition.”
Easy? Yes, she was. When her back was to the men she pondered why she’d turned self-determination over to them and why it excited her to know their attention was focused on her.
“She won’t remain in this particular sexual space for long,” Master Ken said. “After all, you can’t take the jock out of a woman.”
“Nor would I want to. Face me, slave.”
Responding to Jeff’s command, she kept her stance wide in attempt to counteract her sudden light-headedness.
“So you’ve made the transition into sexual slavery,” he continued. “For the record, it’s a temporary but easy-to-resurrect condition. I wouldn’t have turned you over to my experienced friend if I wasn’t convinced that today’s encounter would change your performance on the track for the better. Also . . .” He looked down, drawing her attention to his erection. “I believe you can figure out the rest of my agenda without my having to spell it out. I’m committed to doing what I can to bettering your running time, but as a man, well—come here.”
Feeling as if a sensual magnet had taken over, she closed the gap between them. Jeff Tappe had been her hero, but knowing she’d turned him on left no doubt that he was human. What had it been like for him when all that pressure to excel was heaped on his shoulders? Not only did he have the media and public scrutinizing his every step, but he’d represented the United States in the Olympics. If he earned a medal, he’d become a hero and advertisers would sign him to lucrative contracts, but if he failed, all those years of work and sacrifice would have been for nothing.
“Was it lonely for you?” she asked, unable to do more than whisper. “While you were training for the Olympics, I mean?”
“Sometimes not so much. Sometimes a lot. Why?”
“Because I want to get to know you better.”
His eyes widened.
“The ball’s in your court, Jeff,” Ken said. “Take it from here.”
Nodding, Jeff rubbed the heel of his hand over the bulge in his slacks. His other hand went to her shoulder and he drew her blouse off her. He let go of it. “Finish the job, slave. I want you naked.”
Even though in essence she already was, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. The sudden loss of pressure on the tops of her breasts felt wonderful. About to drop the bra on top of her blouse, she handed it to Master Jeff. Nodding, he ran his fingers over it before discarding what she could care less about.
“A question: do you have any objections to what has happened so far?”
Master Jeff had resumed massaging his cock. She placed a hand between her legs and slipped her middle finger inside her. Instead of the relief she was hoping for, she clenched her teeth against sudden hard, wonderful need. Wanting more, she covered her breasts with her free forearm and pressed on the swollen flesh.
“No objections, Master. I, ah, loved every minute of it.” Maybe more than you’ll ever know.
“Especially the kind of climax he led you into, right?”
“I—it didn’t call for much work on his part because it’s been so long since I’ve—well, you know what a training schedule is like.”
“Yeah.”
His one-word reply made her wonder if he regretted admitting anything, but he’d already told her how set apart he’d once felt.
“Look at the current physical difference between us,” he said after a short silence. “I can step out and rejoin the world any time I want. In contrast, the only thing you’re in any condition to face is me.” He again planted the hand not over his cock on her shoulder, his thumb resting near her throat. If he wanted to, he could easily cut off her ability to breathe.
“Think about why that is,” he continued. “What happened between my friend and you that made you decide clothes are unimportant and your hand needs to be on your sex?”
“I don’t know, Master.”
“I think, if you’re honest with yourself, you do know.”
He was demanding a great deal from her, but despite the danger and her simmering sexual hunger, she wanted to give it to him. Staring at his chest, she filled her lungs. “My mind—I kept imagining I was a slave. Instead of being afraid, the thought excited me.” She glanced over at Master Ken, then turned her attention back to Master Jeff. “I imagined that I lived in a cage where—” “Maybe you’re still in there.”
Catching her unawares, he gripped her waist with both hands, lifted her off her feet, and placed her over his shoulder. She planted her hands on his back in preparation for lifting her head.
“No!” Master Ken snapped. “He’s in charge, not you.”
Besides, she loved how helplessness felt as she hung face-down with her fingers brushing Master Jeff’s ass and his arm wrapped around her naked body to keep her in place. He started toward the table where earlier Master Ken had both restrained and pleasured her.
Master—a different one from her earlier owner—walks into the opulent room where she’d been brought to wait for him. Even lying down with her arms and legs tied to the edges of the bed, she sees how weary he is. His hair is dirty and tangled, his shirt ripped. A pistol rests on one hip, a knife on another.
“War,” he says. “Endless war. And countless battles. This is the only place I can relax. You’re the only one who can make me forget the hell.”
This man owned her. He’d bought and chained her, and she has no choice but to spend the rest of her slave life with him, but he isn’t the beast she’d feared he was.
He places his weapons on a nearby table, then removes his ruined shirt, revealing the four-inch-long cut where a knife had sliced his chest. He touches the dried blood.
“It’s all on my shoulders,” he says. “The decisions, the danger, the need to lead.”
His mouth tight against pain, he stands beside the bed and cups her breasts with his dry, scratched hands.
“You’re the one human who will ever see the real me. Do you understand why I must have you?”
Crying, she nods.
Grunting elaborately, Master Jeff eased her onto the table and left her sitting up with her legs dangling over the side. “Interesting tan.”
She placed her dark hand over her pale belly. “I don’t have the time to do anything about that. No afternoons sunbathing for me.”
His smile died, as he clamped his fingers over her throat. “Don’t put yourself down.”
“I’m not. I—”
“No excuses. Take pride in your body.”
She was hesitant to tell him she did, especially since he’d already released her neck and was pushing her knees apart. Much as she longed to place her hands over his to let him know she approved, she hadn’t been given permission.
Permission. More proof that she wasn’t equal to the men.
Not long ago she would have called them chauvinistic pigs and insist they join the modern world, but she was naked while they remained dressed. Even more telling, Master Ken had sent a climax spiraling through her as proof of his mastery.
They knew her body while she knew nothing about theirs.
Confused, she rested her hands on her thighs and watched, openmouthed, as Master Jeff kicked off his shoes. That done, he unfastened his slacks and stepped out of them. On the opposite side of the room her other master stripped. Naked, Master Ken was all muscle. Power upon power. She couldn’t summon enough moisture to swallow. In contrast, her sex juices drenched her labia, undoubtedly staining the table.
“I know Ken has already asked you if this is what you want,” Master Jeff said, “but I’m going to repeat it for myself. No objections?”
With her throat still so dry, she didn’t trust herself to speak, so she ran her fingers over her pussy and gathered proof of her arousal. Her intention had been to hold up her fingers for him to see. Instead, she touched them to his mouth.
He grabbed her wrist and guided her fingers to her own mouth. Hungry, she opened it and licked.
“Yes,” she muttered. “I want.”
“Why?”
Because I’m turned on! Only that wasn’t the entire story. “He called me ‘slave.’ ” She indicated the naked former football player. “He handled me as if that’s what I am. I’m not ready for the experience to end. I need . . .”
“To submit,” Master Ken supplied.
In her cage. The room dark. Footsteps coming closer. Trembling in anticipation, she stands and grips the bars. A dim light kills the night, and her masters are standing there. Naked. Aroused.
The metal door swings open, and she steps out. Silver rings dangle from her nipples, connected by a silver chain. She takes hold of the chain and lifts it by turn toward her masters. That done, she lowers herself onto her knees on the cement floor with her back to the two who rule her. She rests her forehead on the cement and spreads her legs to give them an unobstructed view of her sex.
She waits.
9
“Yes, Master, I need to submit. To both of you.”
Master Jeff looked over his shoulder at the big man who’d initially turned her world on end. “Do you think she’s earned it?”
“It’s possible. However, I’m going to reserve judgment until she shows us how she responds to a total loss of control.”
Hadn’t she already done that? Instead of pointing that out to Master Ken, she struggled to comprehend. His massive muscles seemed to absorb the artificial lighting. Except for his buttocks and erect cock, every inch of his beautiful body was deeply tanned. If she’d been an opposing football player, she would have fled the moment she saw him coming toward her.
“You first,” Master Jeff said to his friend. “You’ve earned it.”
“Plus I have a damn good idea how to get to her.”
As Master Ken started toward her, Master Jeff walked around the table and stood behind her. His strong hands closed over her shoulders and he drew her back so he supported her.
