Carnal Captive (33 page)

A musical
sound startled her.
S
he guessed his cell phone was announcing an incoming call.

“What the hell you want, you ugly piece of dog meat?” he
r master demanded
. “I don’t know,” he went on after a short silence. “I’m going to be busy the next few days, something new I’m into.” He fell silent again. “You aren’t shitting me are you? They’re really going to be there? Of course I want to
be involved
, I just—go on, tell me.”

So she was something new he was into, some entertainment or activity that might keep him out of circulation for a while. She
’d be
a fool
if she did
anything that might anger him.
Just the same
,
she
placed
her
damp lips around his tip and pressed down. Holding him, she leaned back, drawing his cock toward her.

“Shit!
” he gasped. “
No, I’m not talking to you.”
R
each
ing
under the desk, he
snagged
her hair and pulled her closer. “Just—ah yes, just—you know.”
 

The tempo of Master’s breathing increased, and
his legs
started jiggling. The longer she held onto him, the more connected she felt.

She wasn’t getting turned on. Certainly not that! Rather
,
after all that time wondering about her fate, it was now before her. She belonged, not to a man but to his cock. This one part of his anatomy
defined their relationship
.

Pleasure.
Maybe for both of them.

“Hell no I’m, ah, not telling you what’s
happening.
”
H
e sound
ed
even more distracted. “Figure it out.” He waited a beat then barked out a laugh. “Oh hell yeah she’s into it. What? No I’m not sharing. Not tonight anyway.”

T
he words struck a blow to her newborn self-confidence.
Still, f
or reasons she didn’t want to examine, she cupped his balls in her cuffed hands.
S
he gently rolled his
balls
about
while sucking and licking his shaft. Her trainers had forcefully taught her to
how
deep throat. After taking a deep breath
designed
to gather her courage around her, she opened her mouth wide and leaned into him, all but swallowing him. He still had hold of her hair, but it didn’t matter. Closing her eyes, she dove fully into pleas
ing
the big man.

She wouldn’t think about his power over her, she wouldn’t! Instead, she’d
become
a talented lover demonstrating her devotion to the man who owned her heart.

No!
My body, not my heart.

“God damn shit! Look, I can’t talk. I’ll call you tomorrow. What? No. Tomorrow.”

H
e bucked against her,
forcing
his
cock head
against
the back of her throat
.
Tears leaked from behind her closed eyes, and she
had all she could do not to gag
. Then
painful
lessons learned kicked in, and she
mentally turned him into what she needed him to be.

This was her lover, someone she trusted and
wanted
to pleasure
and please
.

Withdrawing a little, she took care to leave the imprint of her lips and tongue on his swollen
bulk
.
That done, s
he
advanced
again.
S
he’d changed the alignment
a little
so h
i
s head slipped into her throat
, sealing
off her ability to breathe. His hold on her hair tightened, and he must have hooked a finger through her collar’s ring because
metal
pressed against the back of her neck.

Fear shook her, but
d
amn it, she knew better than to uselessly struggle. Even as her throat burned and her mouth ached, she threw up a barrier between what was happening and how her mind interpreted it.

Her lover. Giver of gifts, laughter, and moonlit walks.

There
, a small inner voice whispered.
The
y’d
walk
ed
arm in arm around a lake
that was
surrounded by ferns and grasses.
B
arefoot
with
a breeze in their hair and on their skin
, t
hey
were
heading
back to the house
they’d decorated together
so they could
make love all night.

Warmth spread over her
,
relax
ing
and stimulat
ing
her
. Her heels pressed into her buttocks
,
send
ing
sensation to her pussy. Even as she
struggled to
breathe, the fantasy remained.
Her lover would
ask about her dreams
and
tap into her body’s needs
. S
he’d do the same
.

“What was that?” her master demanded, jerking
on her collar
. “
Don’t you
the hell
know better than to try to spit me out
?”

Between his
grip
on her hair and the collar, she could barely move. The need to fill her lungs grew
.
Frightened
, she tightened her
hold on
his balls.

“Crap no!”

He
forcefully
shoved her
away
. Her back slammed into the desk
. A
t least she could breathe. Reaching into her
cramped space, he
snagged
her
cuffed
hands and hauled her out
on her belly
. Kicking back the chair, he loomed over her
with his cock protruding
. He didn’t
give her time
to gather her legs under her but lifted her arms
over her head
. The upper part of her body was off the floor
,
her breasts hanging.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“I bet you are.” He
repeatedly
backhanded her cheeks. “What the hell do you think you were doing squeezing my balls?”

“I didn’t mean—I would never—“

“Wouldn’t you?”

The question hung between them making her wonder if he could see into her most secret thoughts. “I couldn’t breathe, Master. That’s all I remember, trying to breathe.”

Her arms felt as if they were being pulled from their sockets
and
the burning in her bowed back
burned
.
H
er legs
,
splayed out
behind her
, were useles
s
.

“
You need to learn self-control, a hell of a lot more than
Carnal
drummed into you. Starting tonight.”

The way he glared down at her, she knew she had to present herself as submissively as possible. Fighting the hot discomfort raging through her, she stared up at hi
m.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “I will learn self-control, try to please you.”

“What are you saying, that it’ll become your life’s work?”

Even though she listened intently to every word, she couldn’t tap into his mood. He seemed less angry than
moments
ago
but maybe she was reading what she needed to into his tone. Letting go of her wrists, he stepped back
and pulled his pants into place
. “Get up.”

She’d fallen forward onto her breasts
, making
obey
ing difficult
, but she’d never ask for help
.
Standing
, she
placed
her hands
o
ver her mons. Maybe he didn’t want her to cover what her handlers had called the goods, but she
’d take what
small
privacy she could
.

“We’re going back to my rig,
damn it.
There’s
something you
’re going
to carry into the house.”

He let her lead the way, not that she was in charge. Knowing he was watching her ass, she
wonder
ed when, not if he’d
beat it
. Turning the
door
handle with limited use of her hands was awkward. At least he didn’t ridicule or punish her effort. Maybe
, hopefully,
he was no longer angry
.

What difference did it make? Hadn’t Damek and Reno repeatedly warned her that her master might beat her even more than they had?
Feeling condemned, she walked over to the vehicle she’d been brought here in.
Opening the driver’s door, he activated a button that popped the trunk.
“
Get
the bag
in there
,” he
commanded
.

Despite the order, she took a moment to
stare at
the back seat. There they were
—three of her framed paintings
!

“That’s not what this is about,” he snapped. “
What the hell did I tell you?
”

B
arely comprehending what she’d just
seen
, she
forced her legs to start moving again. An oversized gym
bag
rested in the trunk. Leaning
in
, she
pulled
i
t to her.
What was he doing with the paintings she’d been about to take to the art shop where she sold m
uch
of her work
?

Sick at heart
over the thought of how much she’d lost
, she
picked up the burden
and
trudged
back to the house. She didn’t dare
take a moment to
look at the proof of her former life
.

Once inside
, she stopped and waited for his next command.
A naus
e
ating possibility struck her. What if he commanded her to destroy her work?

“My exe
rcise room.” H
e shoved her in that
direction. The bag wasn’t
that
heavy. If not for her dread of what it contained
,
she’
d be able to
concentrate
fully
on
her paintings. The
top
one
was among her favorites
. S
he saw it as
proof of how far she’d come since she’d started working with oils
. At first glance it
was simply
a forest with a wealth of
rain-fed
vegetation. What made it special was the large
dark
buck staring out from the
green surrounding
him. She’d spent a day in a
n area
known for its large deer herd. Her intention had been to photograph fawns
in preparation for creating a series of notecards. Then
she’d spotted the regal buck standing
alone. Putting fawn
thoughts
aside for l
ater, she’d started work on what was
now in her master’s possession
.

He had no right! She’d created
that painting
and it belonged to her.

Master turned on the light in the exercise room.
Caught unawares
, she
gaped
.
She’d seen weight-lifting equipment
of course
but nothing like this. The dumbbells made the rack they
rested
on sag. The smallest was marked
seventy
pound
s. Several machines
appeared to be
for the upper body while
others
had been designed
for
leg
s
.
C
ables with hand holds at various heights
were
attached to
sturdy metal supports
, and t
he cables
ran
to
weight
stacks. One padded bench had an adjustable back
while another
was all of one piece
.
H
e pointed.