His Black Pearl (11 page)

And somehow I know that if I don’t do this
now, the beating to come will make anything I’ve gotten so far look
like one of the spankings I got as a child.

My ass finally settles upon the cushion, and
I struggle for breath. I’m on my knees. My hands rest upon my
master’s thighs. Slowly Master pulls out his cock, his rigidly
erect cock, and suddenly I want to run. I want to back away, but I
can’t. The unyielding dick piercing my insides won’t let me
move.

Master’s cock is right in front of me. I keep
expecting him to stick it in my mouth at any second, but he just
leans forward and strokes my cheek. He wipes away any stray tears I
may cry and holds my face gently in his hands. I sigh. I lean into
his touch and moan gently as his hands travel down my neck, my
shoulders, all the way to my breasts.

He nods to White Coat just as his fingers
squeeze my nipples.

And then it starts.

Oh, God, it starts.

The cock inside me pulses and pivots as
vibrations ripple through my insides. Its shaft rotates. Its head
thrusts inside me. I cry out as it pushes me into the fastest
orgasm I’ve ever felt, and within minutes all of my fears, my
doubts, hell, all of my thoughts are forgotten.

I’m in heaven.

God help me, but I’m lost in an erotic
heaven.

Master pats my head, and when I look up at
him, he’s smiling widely. I can’t help but smile back.

This pleasure, it’s like a drug, and I want
more. So much more.

Master presses his cock against my lips, and
when he says, “Pela,” I don’t even hesitate. I take his flesh into
my mouth, and suck hard and long.

This isn’t bad.

Why did I ever even imagine this would be
bad?

Another orgasm washes over me, and I moan as
my master presses more of himself inside of me.

Go ahead.

Give me everything you’ve got.

I’m not scared anymore. I’m not weak. I can
take it.

I want to take it.

My lips press hard against his shaft. My
tongue dances across his skin. I pull my mouth up and down his cock
just as Miss Priss had earlier, and when I hear him moan, I try to
fill myself with as much of him as I possibly can.

This is for you, Master.

This is for all the grief I gave you. This is
for all my stupidity and fear. You were kind to me. You were nice
and patient, and what did I ever do for you? For weeks I’ve let you
pleasure me with your teachings, but not once did I ever try to
return the favor.

But not anymore.

My back burns as I grind my pussy harder into
the cushion beneath me, but I don’t stop. I deserve that pain. I
was an idiot for ever disobeying my Master. I should have known he
wouldn’t expect more from me than what I could handle. I should
have known he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. No, not Master. Not
the man who’s brought me to such…such…

Bliss.

His hips jerk against my chin. Hot seed
shoots down my throat, and his warmth burns a trail straight
through me. I pull back. I suckle the end of his cock. I lick away
every last bit of his wonderfully salty semen, and I’m hungry for
more.

So much more.

A soft chuckle brings me to my senses, and
when White Coat turns off the vibrator, I look up to see Master
smiling down at me with more happiness than I’ve ever seen
before.

“Sona! Sona! Sona, Isa!”

He wraps his arms around my shoulders, and
when he lifts me off the stationary dildo, I can’t suppress a
whimper of longing.

I want more.

Please, I need so much more.

White Coat just shakes his head. Master lets
out a deep throaty laugh. I’m embarrassed at first, even ashamed,
but after a few more gentle strokes from my master, all of my
humiliation disappears.

I was a good girl.

I was a very good girl.

I spend the rest of the evening in Master’s
arms, and after White Coat takes me back to the kennels for my
bath, he doesn’t lock me inside the cage across from Miss Priss.
Instead, he leads me back to the house, up the villa’s grand
staircase, and all the way into a giant bedroom with red silk
tapestries and long, gilded mirrors.

Master is waiting by the open balcony doors
when White Coat removes my leash.

“Alore, Isa,” Master says, and I follow him
to a giant red pillow lying at the side of his bed.

He pats the pillow, and I climb on top.

He fastens a chain to my collar, and when I
look up, I’m tethered to a hook hanging in the wall high above me.
White Coat stays only long enough to make sure I’m properly
secured, and then he gives a brief nod to Master before leaving the
two of us alone together.

I know I should be scared, but for some
reason, I’m just…not.

Master sits down on the edge of the bed
before leaning forward to stroke my cheek.

“Nita,” he commands, and I sit before
him.

He’s only wearing a soft black robe, and when
he pulls it aside, his stiff cock is before me once more.

My heart hammers.

“Pela,” he says, and I wrap my mouth around
him dutifully.

I know I should feel ashamed, dirty even, but
I just don’t. I want this. For God’s sake, I want this more than
I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

Maybe White Coat finally managed to break me,
or maybe I always had a secret hunger for this depravity and was
just too scared to admit it. Either way, I don’t care. All that
matters right now is showing my master how thankful I am for all
that he’s given me.

And I have such a great debt to repay.

All night long I taste his flesh and his
seed. Time after time he comes inside of me. By the time he finally
turns off the lights my belly is full of his blessing.

The only thing that could possibly make this
night any better is if he invited me into his bed with him, but of
course I know that’s not my place.

No, I belong here on the floor beside him.
His hand reaches down from the top of his mattress, and when he
buries his fingers into my hair I sigh long and deep.

That night, I don’t even think to pray for
freedom.

Chapter Ten

I hardly ever see Miss Priss now.

Only rarely does White Coat use her to show
me a new trick, and even then Master rarely seems to notice
her.

No, his eyes are on me.

Always on me.

I try my best to please him. I try to be a
good girl. I try to make him proud. I try to show him I’m sorry for
all the trouble I gave him when I first arrived.

When I first arrived…

It’s getting hard to remember any life but
this one, and I wonder how many days I’ve already spent in my
master’s care. Thoughts of my imprisonment should worry me, but for
some reason they don’t. Time is irrelevant. All that matters is
Master. Pleasing him has become my one purpose in life, and so far
it’s a duty I’ve come to excel at.

Master leans over the side of his bed and
strokes my hair. I’m lying on my stomach. His hand moves from my
cheek to my breast. He gently pinches one of my nipples, and I gasp
in delight.

When he orders me to kneel before him, I
readily open my mouth. My lips are on his cock before he even
commands it.

I think my enthusiasm impresses him.

After he fills me with his seed, there’s a
knock on the door, and as usual White Coat arrives to take me for
my morning bath. I follow him to the kennels. I let him bathe,
groom, and feed me. I try to be patient, but my thoughts keep
turning back to Master, and the longer I’m away from him the more I
want to get back.

A tiny part of me screams that this isn’t how
I should be. I’m Adair Bartlett. I’m a free woman. I shouldn’t
embrace my captivity so easily. I should want to escape. I should
need to escape. Freedom should be the most pressing thought on my
mind.

But it isn’t.

It really isn’t.

I think that realization should bother me
more, but right now it’s hard to think about anything other than
Master. He’s waiting on me, and I need to get back to him.

I’m fidgeting by the door as I wait for White
Coat to clip on my leash, but more and more time passes and still
I’m left unattended. I turn around to see what’s holding him up,
and that’s when I see him lifting Miss Priss out of her cage. She
still struts as she comes up beside me, but I can see a hint of
hurt, maybe even anger hidden in those green eyes of hers, and for
a moment I want to comfort her. Having Master lavish all his
attention on me has to be hard. Lord knows, I don’t think I could
take losing him now. Every moment I’m away is painful enough as it
is. God only knows how I’d be able to go on if I lost him.

That thought scares me on more levels than I
can imagine, but I push it aside as best I can. All doubts can wait
for the future. Right now, it’s the present I should be concerned
with, and the present means returning to Master.

White Coat clips on my leash, and I’m so
excited I can hardly hold back my pace. He leads us back to the
villa, and when we finally reach Master’s bedroom, only my chain
keeps me from flinging myself at my master’s feet.

I whine into my gag, and Master smiles down
at me.

“Sona, Isa.”

His hands move down my neck, my back, over my
ass, all the way to my cunt, and I thrust my pussy into his open
palm. He strokes me slow and deep.

“Sona.”

I arch back my neck and sigh.

Master nods to White Coat, and my burly
keeper leaves the room. The giant oak door closes behind him. Now
it’s just me and Master. Me and Master and Miss Priss.

Miss Priss…

The blonde vixen hasn’t moved since White
Coat gave her leash to Master, and I can hear her snort as Master’s
attention remains focused on me and not her.

She won’t even look at us.

I know she’s angry, jealous, hurt, but right
now, I don’t care. Right now I’m with Master. He’s the one who
matters here, not this resentful little bitch. He’s the one I need
to please, the only one I need to please, and if she can’t
understand that, then to hell with her.

Master gives my ass one last pat before he
turns away and pulls something heavy and familiar out of the corner
of the room.

My scratching post.

That’s what I’ve come to call the heavy
ottoman with the giant dildo rising up from its center. Master
keeps it in the corner of the room, just beside the towering
armoire with its animal-foot legs and the full-length gilded mirror
that reflects every inch of my naked body right back at me.

I should feel ashamed every time I mount it.
I should see nothing but disgust on my face whenever I look in that
mirror.

But I don’t.

In fact, I never have.

Every time I lower my cunt onto that giant,
thrusting phallus, I feel nothing but excitement. I look in the
mirror, and instead of a broken animal, I see a woman filled with
life. I watch my hips grind into the cushion. I see my breasts
bounce as I ride that silicone cock, and I moan with erotic
delight. Exhilaration always colors my face as well as my
master’s.

He likes to watch me when I come, and I like
it, too.

When Master pats my scratching post, I climb
upon it quickly. Its cock fills my insides. He flicks on a switch,
and for a second the rest of the world is gone. All that exists is
the throbbing between my legs and the gentle stroke of my master’s
fingers across my tender breasts.

He smiles down at me.

His fingers gently tweak one of my nipples
before he removes my gag. My lips are already parted. White Coat
has trained me so well that now I never dare close my mouth. I
should be ready to accept my master inside me at any time, and I
am. I really, really am.

I wait for the warmth of his cock to grace my
tongue, but it doesn’t. He turns away from me. He takes Miss
Priss’s leash and leads her to the bed.

I watch him lift her up onto his red satin
sheets, and my breath hitches.

He never placed me upon that bed. Not once
since he first brought me to this room have I ever even touched the
top of his mattress. I watch him stroke Miss Priss’s back, and
tears prick my eyes.

Was I bad? Am I being punished for something
I don’t even remember?

He looks me straight in the eye. “Voro.”

My back arches, and I moan as an orgasm
ripples through my body, but I can’t focus on that. No, I can’t get
lost in the pleasure now. I need to watch. Master wants me to
watch.

“Dinsi,” he says, and Miss Priss thrusts her
ass in the air as she lowers her chest onto his red silk duvet.

Master parts his robe, and his erect cock
stands before me. He strokes her clit once before he enters her
from behind. Miss Priss lets out a low, deep moan, and my pussy
strains against the artificial cock buried inside me.

Oh, God.

Oh, God!

I’ve been waiting for this. I knew it would
come sooner or later. For weeks I’d been terrified of this moment,
but now as I watch Miss Priss give me my final lesson, as I see her
neck arch and her mouth curl into a tiny “O” as she climaxes again
and again, I’m not scared like I was when faced with all of my
lessons before.

No, I’m ready.

I’m more than ready.

I don’t need Miss Priss to show me what every
animal already knows. This is life at its core, its most primal,
and I need it. I need to feel my master inside of me. I need to be
riding his cock, not this make-do scratching post.

I need him.

God, I need him so much I can barely stand
it.

Tears are coursing down my face when he
finally comes inside of Miss Priss, and I stretch my arms out to
him as he pulls his dick out of the blonde.

Me next. Please, Master, just let me be
next.

His lips curl into a grin. He slides off the
bed and lifts me into his arms. Strong fingers bury themselves deep
inside my wet cunt.