Part 21 (2/2)

”Mm-hmmmm.”

”I was thinking.”

”I thought you were reading d.i.c.kens.”

”I was. But. That o.r.g.a.s.m. I couldn't stop thinking about Karen. And everything. I'm one confused little slave girl.”

”I know you are sweetheart. But I can't think right now. My brain isn't working. You'll be fine. I promise.” I felt her pulling at her chains. Frustrated. Wanting to use her hands for something. ”Can we talk about it tomorrow?”

”I guess.” She seemed a bit disappointed. Frightened even. ”Master?”

”What is it?” A bit gruffly.

”Please. Your slave is sorry. She'll be quiet now.”

”Elizabeth. What is it?” I asked her a bit more gently.

”It's. It's just. It's Christi.”

Now what? ”What about her?”

”Well. Please don't be angry with me. She went to you earlier. On her own. Right?”

”We had some fun together. Yes.” I remembered vaguely that Christi hadn't made it a secret that she was going to have s.e.x with me when I fell asleep to Enya earlier today.

”Is it monogamous?”

”Huh?”

”Is it only her you want? That way?”

”Don't be silly. Why would I keep all of you around, naked, if she was all I wanted?”

”I don't want to rock the boat. That's all.”

”What is it?”

”Please. Master. Don't me angry with me. If you don't want to, just say so. I. This slave will be quiet and sleep as she was told. Honestly.”

”This slave is going to get punished if she doesn't start explaining herself.”

”Please no. I don't. I can't.” She took a deep breath. ”I want more,” she finally whispered.

She was talking in riddles. And I was far too tired to decode her talk.

”More what?”

”Ever since you made love to me that night. Then today. Forcing me to be with Karen. You've been bringing out a part of me I didn't know existed. I really hated you at first. But. I don't know what's come over me. My body. My. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s. They ache. And my stomach flutters. And my p.u.s.s.y. G.o.d. My p.u.s.s.y. And you. All that humiliation and pain. All those erotic sights I get to see. Like it or not. Even Amy, naked,” she whispered. ”I know I've already climaxed once today. Twice technically. But I can't seem to get my mind off s.e.x. I. I feel like a high school girl. Just discovering myself and I'm almost thirty. I know I shouldn't. I know Christi will be jealous. But. I just don't have any choices. I'm sorry. If you don't want to, I'll understand. I didn't want to ask. But ...” her voice trailed off.

I touched her face. Wet. She was quietly crying again. I kissed the top of her head.

”M-master? I'd even be happy just giving you head. You don't have to do anything. I swear it. I'll swallow and everything. Then I'll leave you alone. You don't have to do me or anything. You don't even have to untie me.”

I reached behind her and released her hands from the cuffs leaving the things dangling from her left wrist. ”Come on then,” I said to her. I lifted the blankets for her to get back out of bed. We could use the guest room. It was empty.

”M-master? Why not here?” She'd gotten to her hands and knees on the bed.

”Here?”

”The other night. I. I thought it was kind of different having Amy tied up only a few feet away. She heard everything. It. It was kind of exciting.” I was sure her face was completely red at the admission.

I didn't want to wake up Sheila.

”Okay. But keep it down. I don't want to wake up Sheila. I have my reasons.”

”I'll be silent. Like a mouse. I promise.”

She turned herself around on her hands and knees and crawled down the bed until her head was between my legs. I could feel her smooth body pressing against my legs. She slowly and sensually took me into her mouth. I felt her warmth as I entered her. Slowly she swirled her tongue around me, achingly slow. Bobbing her head. Taking me deep into her mouth. Softly sucking. I lifted my head. She was lying easily between my legs. Her calves raised into the air, her bare feet crossed. If she lowered her legs she'd be hanging off the edge of the bed. She continued her ministrations. I could feel her hot breath around me, tickling my pubic hair gently. I closed my eyes letting her do the work. She didn't seem to mind. My mind wandered to the days events. Karen. Barking like a dog. The discovery of Sheila. Even the simple pleasure of watching the girls emerge from the shower. Wet and s.h.i.+vering. Imagining what Sheila had gone through with that monster. Visualizing her hanging from the eyebolts. Screaming as Evan laid into her p.u.s.s.y with his whips. Ignoring her pleading. Karen screaming and screaming as she was tortured. My mind flipped from image to image. Even falling back over the last few days. The warm mouth on my p.e.n.i.s. Slowly sucking and touching me. Her fingers gently tickling my s.c.r.o.t.u.m. Seeing images of Amy tormented. Her tongue clamped. Her bare thighs straining in the chair. Struggling to talk to me, to beg. Jane, licking her own mother while masturbating for her father. Holding her in my arms afterwards, crying her heart out. Frightened. Even as far back as Kimberly. Tied to her chair in the hardware store. b.r.e.a.s.t.s bound and aching with the clothespins. Begging. I briefly wondered about Andrea and Linda, Christi's mother. I felt Elizabeth slowly increase the tempo, sensing that I was ready. Her mouth and fingers driving me nuts. I felt myself thrusting into her willing mouth. Exploding into her. Feeling her mouth desperately swallowing. Her gasp as I finally finished. I felt her tongue licking at me. Finis.h.i.+ng. Cleaning me. Swallowing everything. She crawled back up and lay on her back beside me. Breathing hard.

I felt my eyes closing in the afterglow. No way in h.e.l.l I could ever keep them open. The images still roaring about behind my closed lids. All the women.

”Beth?”

”Mmmm-hmmmm.”

”You mind finis.h.i.+ng yourself off for me. *kay? I just don't have the energy. And make sure you put the cuffs back on before you sleep.”

”Thank-you master,” she whispered. I could faintly smell her musk. I knew that she wouldn't have finished herself without permission. If I'd fallen asleep without remembering or finis.h.i.+ng her myself, she'd have just cuffed herself and suffered through the night waiting for morning. She had some self-control. All the girls did.

I felt her slowly moving beside me. No shame. Not self-conscious that she was masturbating beside an essential stranger. Her body demanding the release. I could vaguely see her hands touching her body in the semi-darkness. It didn't take her long. She was pretty worked up. I was still not quite in dreamland when I felt her stiffen. Her left hand moving from her breast to cover her mouth. She cried out softly around her m.u.f.fling hand. Finally relaxing. Her breathing returning to normal slowly. I felt her turn onto her side. Check if I was still awake. I feigned sleep. She sighed happily and I felt and heard the cuffs click shut against her wrists again. She gently kissed my mouth and settled herself into the crook of my shoulder. Her hair cascading across my chest.

I reached over and pulled the covers back over us. I tucked the sheet under her chin again and she sighed. ”So you are still awake.”

”Barely.”

”Thank you.”

I almost felt like I should be the one to thank her. She was willing to give me a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b. And excellent one at that, for nothing in return. If I'd fallen asleep, she would have had to stay frustrated the rest of the night. But she didn't seem to mind.

”Pleasant dreams.”

”Pleasant dreams. Maybe you can have your next conquest make love to me as well ...” she said dreamily. I lay there for a few minutes. Thinking. Her breathing turned shallow and she slipped into sleep again. Sheila hadn't stirred through the whole encounter. I was aware of her in the bed with us, her light weight beside me, but I suspected that she wasn't going to be awakened by much less than a freight train running over her.

I kissed Elizabeth's clean red hair. ”Pleasant dreams.”

My exhaustion finally caught up to me. I slept.

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