Excerpt 1
Stephen turned to Julianna. “Who are you?”
Julianna drew a breath. “Number thirty-eight.”
He struck her cheek and she instinctively reached for her face with a cry. He struck her again. “Back into position! Never fall out of position. Now we’ll try it again. And this time address me properly!”
With tears in her eyes, Julianna managed to reassume the position, hands behind her head. “Who are you?” he said again.
“Number thirty-eight…sir.”
“That’s correct. And what are you?”
Julianna stared at him blankly. Had he told her this? What she was, or rather, what he wanted her to say she was? She racked her brain, and could recall nothing about this. He was watching her, his eyes hard, his mouth curving into a cruel smile. He lifted his hand and suddenly she remembered and said breathlessly, “A worthless slave, sir!”
His hand dropped to his side. “That’s right. Right now all you are is a worthless slave. But we will teach you, number thirty-eight. You will be stripped of your modesty and your pride. You will learn to serve in ways that never even crossed your innocent, narrow little mind. We will mold you until you are no longer worthless, but very valuable indeed. You will become a sex slave, a pain slut, an eager whore. I’ll teach you all about the masochistic pleasure of a thorough whipping while your Master’s cock is shoved down your pretty little throat.
“In the final stage of your training, you will do more than merely submit. You will come to embrace your new status. You will live for your orgasm. You will die inside each time you disappoint, and you will pay the consequences, rest assured. You will exalt in your degradation, and thank us for each and every new humiliation.”
He stared down at her, a fire behind his eyes. “Not only that, you will mean it. It is that sincerity I seek. That sincerity I demand. It is not enough to merely go through the motions, pretending to be obedient, while inside your defiance rages.”
Julianna looked down at hearing these words, wondering if her expression had given her away. Stephen laughed softly. “Not only is your body—every inch, every hole—now in our possession, but your mind is as well. I will break you down, number thirty-eight, not to destroy you, but to build you back into something worth a great deal to men willing to pay for it.”
He put his finger under her chin, forcing her to look up. “I am not easy to fool. I will know when you have truly succumbed to my power, and accepted and embraced your new role as slave. Then, and only then, will you be ready for sale. How long we keep you here, and where you ultimately end up, is up to you.”
Excerpt 2
He rose from the bed, looking down at her with eyes that seemed almost kind. “Do you feel better now?”
“Yes,” she admitted. She realized she hadn’t said the requisite sir at the end of her sentence and she tensed, waiting to be reprimanded, but no rebuke came. Instead Anders lay on the bed beside her, gliding his hand under her shoulder and pulling her toward him.
She lay flat on her back, rigid beside him. “Relax.” His voice was soothing. “You are tired. Rest.” He was lying on his side, one arm still beneath her shoulders. With the other he began to trace the curve of her breast, moving his fingers in slow circles around her nipple. She shuddered and drew in her breath, but didn’t dare push him away.
“Your breasts are perfection,” he murmured. “The nipples are the color of rose petals against the cream of your skin.” She almost smiled at his flowery language. Who the hell was this guy? He leaned over, placing his mouth on her nipple, sucking lightly at it and circling it with his tongue. His touch, unlike Stephen’s, was gentle, even sensual.
When he lifted his head, the nipple had hardened, its color deepening as it engorged with blood. Julianna found herself both ashamed and aroused by his touch. It was like sleeping with the enemy. It was one thing to submit, quite another to enjoy. Yet when he dipped his head again, this time licking and teasing the other nipple with equal skill and tenderness, it too responded to his touch.
He smiled. “You please me. I sense a deep sensuality in you. We will explore that together, you and I.” He ran his hand over her skin, moving down her torso and stroking her stomach. Finally his hand rested over her pubic mound. She stiffened again, pressing her thighs tight and turning her head away.
“You are frightened,” he said softly. “I understand.” He continued to cup her sex with his hand. “Look at me.” Slowly she turned her head, forcing herself to open her eyes. “I want you to relax your muscles. Let your legs fall open. I know you are shy and this situation is difficult for you, but you must obey me.”
Shy? Did this man suffer from the delusion she was here of her own volition? That they were on some kind of weird blind date where you got naked first and talked after? Difficult? Try fucking terrifying!
“Ah, you are angry, I can see it in your face.” He shook his head, smiling. “Anger has no place in your life anymore. Let go of that anger. It will be so much easier for you.” He moved his hand to her thigh, pressing his fingers between her closed legs. His hand was strong and she was afraid to resist much more. She let her thighs part.
He stroked her outer labia with a light touch, his fingers dancing over the area recently subjected to Stephen’s cruel treatment. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together. “Uncurl your fists,” he said. She hadn’t realized they were clenched. “Stop fighting me.”
I’ll never stop fighting, she vowed silently, but she forced her hands to relax. He continued to stroke and tease her sex, his hand moving slowly inward and down. He touched her entrance gently, not with the brutish invasion Stephen had employed. Carefully he eased a finger inside her. Julianna tensed and tried to close her legs but Anders stopped her, a sternness entering his voice for the first time. “No. You will not resist me. I will not permit it.”
He began to probe again, as careful and gentle as before. Despite her fear and distress, her body began to react to his touch, the muscles loosening, the dry tissue moistening at the stimulation. He withdrew the finger and slid it up over her labia, moving in a light swirl. He came near but didn’t touch her hooded clit, instead running a teasing circle around it until, despite herself, she began to want that touch. The finger moved down, entering her again. This time it slid in easily and she felt him pressing a second one in beside the first.
He did something then with his fingers, touching something inside that made her jerk and gasp, “Oh!” The sensation was at once strange and deeply arousing. She couldn’t deny it, despite the situation in which she found herself.
“Yes,” he murmured. “That’s it. Let yourself go. Give yourself fully to the sensations.” He continued to move his fingers inside her, and each time he touched that strange sweet spot she jerked and gasped. When he finally withdrew his fingers, they were slick with her juices as he slid them, held together in a boy scout’s salute, over her inner labia. When they made contact with her clit, a soft moan slipped from Julianna’s lips. Her nipples were erect and she felt a flush creeping over her neck and cheeks.
She was angry with her body for betraying her by responding to his touch, but at the same time it felt so good. Unlike the fast, hard orgasms the vibrator had pulled from her, this was slow and gentle, like the warm lazy currents of a river on a summer’s day, lulling and soothing her into pleasure. Why should she deny herself? Maybe she should seize this tiny respite, offered in the face of the continuing terror that awaited her.
He continued to move his fingers over and around her clit, his touch light as butterfly wings. Slowly he increased the pressure against her now throbbing clit. It was just right, the perfect blend of friction and swirl. “Oh god,” she groaned, the words bypassing her brain. She began to pant, the buttery hot sensation of an impending orgasm moving in radiating waves from her pussy throughout her body.
“Yes,” he murmured, his mouth close to her ear, his breath smelling of cloves. “Give yourself to me.” He dipped his head, his lips closing over her nipple as his fingers continued their relentless, perfect dance on her sex.
She began to tremble and then shudder, her body spasming as she climaxed helplessly against his hand. The orgasm was powerful, rolling over her in waves that slowly, sweetly ebbed as she lay there, floating in an airy cocoon of momentary bliss.
It was abruptly shattered by an explosion of pain that cracked in the air, literally taking Julianna’s breath away. Anders had smacked her spread and swollen pussy with a hard palm, the sting wiping away all the pleasure in a blinding instant. Julianna screamed, slamming her legs together against the unexpected sharp sting.
Anders leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Just as in life, so it is here, Julianna. With the pleasure comes the pain.” |
