Chains of Desire (5 page)

She yelped and jumped, twisting around to look at him. He
grasped her shoulders and turned her back around, facing away from him. “Stand
still. Keep your shoulders straight.” He slapped the other cheek. “And no
talking.”

He got into a rhythm then, using his hand to spank her over
and over again. If he’d had rope to tie her arms, he could have used the belt
on her ass. As it was, his hand began to sting, but that was just as well. It
was a reminder to him that this was her first time and he didn’t want to hurt
her. Not too much.

He alternated soft strokes and hard strikes, keeping her off
balance, so she never knew which would be next. Her whimpers gradually changed
to soft moans, but when she pushed her ass into his hand, he knew she was
enjoying this as much as he was. Her skin turned an attractive red and the
sight inflamed his desire even more.

As soon as both cheeks were glowing and warm to the touch,
he stopped spanking. He stepped back and enjoyed the sight. Her moan of
disappointment made him grin. When he noticed her squirming beneath his gaze,
he quickly kicked her bare feet apart.

“No. You are not allowed to pleasure yourself in any way.
That is your Master’s responsibility. If he wants to allow it. If you deserve
to receive pleasure.” He circled around to face her again. “Remember, your only
responsibility is to please your Master.”

He could tell she was aching to speak, but kept her tongue.
A deep breath, which made her breasts pop out even further, was all that
betrayed her frustration. He was glad he didn’t have to gag her. He had plans
for that mouth.

He released his cock from his pants and began to stroke the
throbbing flesh. Her gaze zeroed in on his fist as he slid his hand up and down
the rigid shaft. Her eyes widened. He wondered if she’d even seen a cock
before. A sharp twinge of guilt for taking her innocence twisted in his chest.
He reminded himself that he was a trainer, not really her Master. He’d merely
be the first of many. She’d be servicing cocks for the rest of her life.

The painful twist didn’t go away, but the rising pressure
from his hand on his cock finally overrode it. He let the princess watch a
little longer, to get the idea of what she’d be required to do. Spikes of need
shot through him and he abruptly released his cock. Enough of this.

Jarrod roughly pressed down on her shoulders with both
hands. “On your knees, slave.”

The princess dropped to her knees. Her shoulders were
hunched forward, her arms still tightly pulled together from elbow to wrist,
pointing straight down. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on those overflowing
breasts, but he was going to put her mouth to work first.

“Open, slave,” he growled and tapped her cheek with his
rigid cock. She parted her lips wide and he slid into her hot mouth.
Incredible. He plunged in as far as he could go, until he touched the back of
her throat and she gagged. He let up a little, but kept himself firmly set in
her mouth.

“Look at me.” She raised her eyes to him and the sight she
made, on her knees with her mouth full of his cock, nearly made him come right
then and there. “Have you ever done this before, slave?”

She shook her head slightly and Jarrod felt the pull on his
cock. “Your Master will want you to take him as deep as you can. You’ll get
used to it. For now do your best.”

She nodded and began to move over his cock, sliding her wet
lips over his skin. Gods, it was amazing, the sensations that swept across his
body. He threaded his fingers through her silky hair and held onto her head,
guiding her rhythm, plunging a little deeper with each thrust.

The pressure started building too fast. Jarrod pulled all
the way out before he was too close to stop. He wasn’t ready to come yet. He
planned to enjoy this slave in many other ways before he was done.

Hanna looked up from where she knelt before Jarrod. He was
breathing heavily, but then so was she. His dark skin glistened with sweat and
his handsome cock was even darker. This was the closest she’d ever been to a
naked cock before. She was fascinated by it, by the bulging veins and rounded
head and the slit in the tip oozing a creamy fluid.

She wasn’t sure why he wanted her to stop what she was
doing. She thought she’d been pleasuring him well, but she’d learned quickly
not to question what her Master wanted.

When Jarrod had entered the room tonight, she’d been nervous
and excited, certain she’d be able to seduce him and convince him to help her
escape. But it didn’t take long for the situation to be reversed. Here she was,
bound and on her knees. Her arms and shoulders were beginning to hurt. The
position they were pulled into was straining her muscles and her breasts were
beginning to ache from being squeezed between her arms. But her entire body
felt alive, her blood rushing through her veins, her skin dancing with desire.

She realized she wasn’t playing at being a submissive. She
was one.

Jarrod leaned over and grasped her nipples with his fingers.
He rolled them, as she had before, but with much more pressure. Sharp tingles
shot straight between her legs and made her want to squirm again. Then he
tightened his grip on her nipples and pulled up on them. “On your feet, slave.”

She struggled to her feet as he continued to pinch and pull
her nipples. She bit her bottom lip to stop from crying out in pain. It would
help if she had the use of her arms to balance herself as she rose and she
almost blurted out that fact. But she held her tongue and worked to rise as
smoothly as possible. She was determined to appear graceful for her Master, to
show him she was proud to be his slave.

Her behind still stung from the slaps she’d endured.
Enjoyed. She’d never imagined that pain could turn to pleasure so quickly. Or
that it would become pleasure at all. It appeared she had much to learn.

Once she stood still before him, Jarrod released her
nipples. He nodded. “Good.” He stroked her head and then brushed her hair back
behind her shoulders. “You have beautiful breasts. Your Master will surely want
to enjoy them often.” He took one in each hand and squeezed, digging his
fingers into her swollen globes.

Hanna gasped but didn’t cry out and didn’t pull away. In
fact, she found herself arching her back as much as she was able, pressing her
breasts farther into his large hands. As he continued to roughly knead her
flesh, the ache spread through her body, heating her, making moisture flow from
her woman’s spot. There was a delightful, maddening throb there and she wanted
to rub her thighs together but remembered that he had told her not to.

A groan escaped her lips, a combination of pain and pleasure
and overwhelming need. Her body began to tremble and she couldn’t seem to stop.

Jarrod must had sensed her distress, for he stopped his
assault on her breasts and pulled her into his arms. She cried out this time
when her shoulders and arms and breasts screamed in protest as he crushed her
against him.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” he said. He unwound the belt from her
arms and dropped it to the floor. “Are you all right?”

Hanna nodded although her body hurt. She stretched her
shoulders and looked down to see the red marks made from the belt digging into
her arms. Jarrod pulled her back against him and gently rubbed her shoulders
for a moment. His rigid shaft rubbed against her burning buttocks and she
couldn’t stop herself from pressing against it.

“Do you need the Marvel Cream now or can you wait until I am
finished with you?” he asked. He spoke the words softly into her ear as he
continued to massage her shoulders. The question was asked in a very even tone,
but Hanna felt that the answer would be a very important one. She didn’t even
have to think about it.

“Please, Master, enjoy this body now as you wish.” She
trembled as she said the words. The need to please him, the need to feel his
hands on her, was so much stronger than a bit of discomfort.

He turned her around to face him. “You are a good slave.
Your Master will be proud of you.”

In her heart,
he
was her Master. She reached for his
hand and placed it on her left breast. “How can I please you?”

His eyes darkened and his grip tightened on her breast. He
led her over to the bunk and sat down, settling her in between his thighs. His cock
pressed against her leg. Her breasts were now even with his mouth.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered. Her shoulder
muscles cried out in protest, but she pulled her arms behind her. He ran his
rough hands down her arms and reached behind her to have her grasp one wrist to
keep her arms where he wanted them to be.

“Your Master will undoubtedly have many ways to control your
body.” His arms were still around her, holding her wrists. His close gaze bore
into hers. He pushed her feet apart with his boot. “Ropes and chains and clamps
and cuffs are regularly used on sex slaves. Bondage is to be expected.”

Hanna nodded. A thrilling chill ran through her body. She
didn’t understand it but she was beginning to accept it. Embrace it.

“Keep your hands behind you.” He released his hold on her
wrists, but she kept them pressed against her bottom and her shoulders as
straight as she could make them. He just stared at her breasts for what seemed
like forever and her knees began to tremble with anticipation.

When he finally touched her, he began with a soft brush of
his fingers against the outside of her breasts. Light shivers ran along her
skin. And when he leaned forward and swept his tongue across one of her
sensitive nipples, she gasped.

“You taste as sweet as a sunberry,” he murmured and then
sucked the nipple deep into his mouth.

Waves of incredible sensations rolled through her body and
concentrated at her core. Overwhelmed, she swayed on her feet. Before she even
realized it, she’d reached out her hands and grabbed his shoulders to steady
herself.

Jarrod yanked her hands off his body and bit brutally into
her nipple. Hanna cried out, but he continued to grip her wrists and grind her
aching nipple between his teeth.

Tears ran down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry!”
How quickly she had displeased her Master. How quickly he made that displeasure
known.

He released her nipple then and lightly laved it with his
tongue. His disappointment in her was evident on his face. When he dropped her
hands, she hurriedly put them back behind her.

“Too late now, slave.” He pushed her away from him and stood
up. “When you disobey you should expect to be punished.”

“I’m sorry, Master.” She didn’t know what else to say and
she was sure excuses wouldn’t be accepted anyway.

He bent over and picked his belt up off the floor. She
shivered. He folded it in half and slapped it on the palm of his hand.

“I’ll give you another chance,” he said. “If you’ll accept
your punishment without complaint, if you keep your hands where you are told, I
will still pleasure you tonight. If you still can’t obey, I will chain you up
to the wall again. I will take my own pleasure from you and leave you aching
with need.”

“I won’t disappoint you, Master.” She was grateful for
another chance. “I accept my punishment. I deserve it.” She turned to offer her
bottom to him.

“I didn’t tell you to turn around, slave,” he growled.

Hanna frowned and turned back to face him. “I’m sorry,
Master. I thought…”

“I don’t want you to think. I want you to do what you’re
told. And nothing else.” He strode over to the sink in the corner and picked up
a cloth from the shelf above it. “I’ve had enough of your mouth tonight. Open
up.”

“What?”

When she opened her mouth to speak that one word, he stuffed
the cloth into her mouth. She was so shocked, she opened wider with her gasp
and he pushed down on her tongue and filled her mouth with the cloth. “A Master
only wants to hear his slave when he commands it. I thought I’d already gone
over that.”

Tears sprung to her eyes again, but this time not from pain.
She was angry and embarrassed and, damn it, incredibly aroused. And a bit
worried about the punishment he had in mind.

Jarrod stepped back and slapped the belt on his palm again.
“Since it was your breasts that got you in trouble, they will take the beating
tonight.”

Hanna had to fight the almost overwhelming instinct to cover
her breasts with her arms. She pressed her hands tightly into her back and
winced, closing her eyes against the strikes that hadn’t happened yet.

“Open your eyes!” he ordered. Her eyes flew open. “I want
you to watch this, slave. I want you to anticipate every strike. I want you to
think about what it means to disobey your Master. I want you to remember what a
slave is supposed to do.”

Please her Master.

The first strike was light, more like a caress across the
flesh of her breast, than a beating. “I know what happened, slave,” he said,
striking the other breast with the same light pressure. “You were thinking of
your own pleasure when I had your nipple in my mouth.” The next couple strikes
were harder but still didn’t really hurt. “Your pleasure was more important
than your Master’s commands.” The next strike stung. A lot. “You can’t let that
happen. You must always put your Master’s pleasure first.”

The next strike hurt so much she could barely catch her
breath. Her arms were aching from holding them so tightly behind her back. She
didn’t dare close her eyes and watched him wield the belt again and again. Soon
she was crying out in pain, but the screams were silenced by the cloth in her
mouth.

“Only by pleasing your Master can you receive pleasure.” He
repeated that line over and over with each hit of the belt, beating it into her
brain.

Hanna didn’t know exactly when the punishment changed, but
as her breasts heated with the strikes of the belt, she began to yearn for each
new smack. As it had with the spanking, pleasure began to flood her system. Her
cries turned to moans. She began to lean into each strike, but she was careful
to keep her hands behind her back.