[ebook] Her Master's Courtesan & Her Master's Teacher - Lily White

Her Master's Courtesan & Her Master's Teacher
Lily White

I am a Master.

You must know this fact to understand my story.

I capture women.

I break them down.

And I rebuild them.

If they are lucky, they are sold into the professional hands of another Master. If they are less fortunate, they are buried beneath the ground, never to be thought of again.

I lust for the control, I demand absolute submission and my body yearns to warp the minds of those I train.

Power is the only thing I&ll ever need and I am addicted to the feeling of ultimate control.

I am wealthy, good-looking, educated and charming.

And I am - in no way - a good man.

I do not want love.
I do not want kindness.

She thought she could change me by giving me the two things I knew I never wanted.

She was wrong.

She caught my attention the first day I was seated in her class.

Her dark red hair fell in waves down her back and her alabaster skin appeared to sparkle under the lights of the lecture hall.

I'd admired her from a distance, never speaking or doing anything to draw attention to myself.

Each day that I spent watching her in this room, I noticed how her eyes would flick up to me. She was wary of me - frightened - and she had reason to be.

Allow me to introduce myself…

My name is Holland Strong and at 21 years old, I'm the youngest Master within a society of wealthy and influential men.

Claire Elliot is my psychology professor in college - that is, at least, until I make her my first courtesan.

She believes she knows everything about how the mind works…

…and I believe I can prove her wrong.

Courtesan: Show
My scream didn&t seem real. As the first strike fell over my bottom, the rubber slapping hard against the skin and each barb scraping its way across the flesh already sore from the paddling the night before.
This was worse than the paddling, the combined pain of the rubber and metal, the horrid sound the flogger made when it came in contact with my skin – it was a nightmare come alive and I pulled on the restraints, desperate to shield myself from the next blow.
He waited a moment, allowed the tension in my shoulders and arms to ease before he landed the second blow over the back of my legs. My knees bent immediately and I dropped down. His arm came around like a steel band over my abdomen, picking me back up and placing me on my feet. He moved forward so that I could see him, his eyes following the clipped chain.
“I&m going to remove these now; I don&t want to risk unnecessary injury by the way your body is responding to punishment. Besides, leaving them on for much longer could damage the tissue – and we wouldn&t want that.” He grinned and anger filled me at his amusement. He looked up at me, “I absolutely adore how your body responds. This may hurt a bit.”
Quickly, he loosened the first clamp and when the blood rushed back into the nipple, the pain was too intense. My head fell back and my body shook. He loosened the other clamps while I blinked back tears. He didn&t speak when he returned to stand behind me.
The chains attached to my restraints shook when he started again. A blow to my ass followed by another to my legs. I screamed again and fell, losing my footing each time I felt the ungodly pain of the straps over my skin. I fought to stop the rising bile in my throat. I&d never experienced pain like this in my life, never had someone strike me in anger or rage.
His hand brushed down my back as I struggled to climb back to stand on my feet. “Two more, pet. Then you&re done.”
I clenched my teeth and when he noticed the tension in my jaw, he walked away, returning again to insert the ball gag in my mouth.
“Bite down on this. I would hate for you to break your pretty teeth.”
One and then another, the strikes against my skin felt like fire. I imagined my skin being ripped open and I bit down onto the gag, screaming from between clenched teeth. My body convulsed from the pain and I felt him immediately release the restraints, catching me as I fell towards the ground.
He carried me to the table laying me flat on the surface of the wood. He&d moved the silk cloth and other items out of the way, but I saw his hand move to grab the tub of balm. Placing it beside me, he moved to the sink, wetting a cloth and bringing it back to rub it across my injuries. I whimpered at the contact yet I relaxed in response to the feel of the cool water against my inflamed skin. My legs trembled violently and I vacillated between hot and cold. He removed the gag after rubbing the water over me and my teeth chattered against themselves from the sensation of my jaw being freed.
His mouth was by my ear instantly. “Calm down. You&ll go into shock if you don&t calm down. I didn&t even break the skin. It&s your fear that is hurting you more than the blows.”
His words sounded like they were being spoken through a tunnel and my vision was blurry from the tears that wouldn&t stop flooding from my eyes. He stood above me, rubbing his hands in circles over my back, speaking soothing words that I couldn&t comprehend.
He unscrewed the lid from the jar and scooped out a large amount of white cream. The minute it touched my skin, I hissed out a breath in relief. The cold cream immediately removed the flame from my skin. He rubbed it over slowly and I melted onto the hard wood of the table. After a few minutes, the pain ceased, but my breasts still hurt and I couldn&t help myself – I sobbed. Long and hard, I broke apart completely on top of the table. The adrenaline had dissipated from my veins and I was left a shattered mess. I was angry with him, with life, with myself for having gone out to that fucking park to study with my friends. I cried about how unfair life had become, about how I&d never see anything that I loved again. I cried because I was just introduced to the life I would live from now on – and the pain that I would endure each and every day until I was no longer breathing.
The room was dead quiet, but I knew he stood behind me watching me cry. The bastard was probably enjoying it, getting off on the fact that he&d overpowered a woman half his size and believing himself somehow greater for having done so. When he finally touched my leg, I jumped and when I heard his quiet laughter, the tears poured faster and heavier from my eyes. He was amused once again with my behavior, with my reaction to the pain he&d inflicted.
“It wasn&t that bad, pet. I barely used any strength in those strikes. Your body…” His voice trailed off and I swear I picked up deference in his tone. “…is so responsive – to sex, to pain, to pleasure and fear. Almost as if it operates completely separate from your mind.” His hand ran up the back of my leg, large and soft, the fingertips trailing down between my thighs but stopping just before he touched the skin where I&d been flogged.
“Can I go in my room now?” I hated the absolute darkness of the room, I hated the silence and the loneliness and the hopelessness of that fucking room – but it was better than the pain. It was better than the punishment he enjoyed inflicting on me.
He breathed out heavily above me. “No. And I&m pissed off by your question.”
He brushed his hand over the tender skin of my ass and I flinched forward, my hip bones grinding against the solid wood of the table.
“There are several issues with what you just asked. First, was the manner in which you asked it – angry, disgusted, attempting to get away from your Master rather than submitting to his will. This is not about you, it is not about your pain or your frustration; it&s only about what I want.”  He leaned down so his face was next to mine. Even though he whispered his next words, his anger was crystal clear. “Don&t you think that if I wanted to put you in your room, I would have done so?”
He pushed himself back up and began retrieving items from the table. I didn&t look up to see what he grabbed. I didn&t want to know what he planned next.
“The second issue with your question was the form of the question itself. For it to have been considered acceptable, you should have asked if it pleased me for you to return to your room. You would have also ended that question with the term Master as I have now instructed you three times. Considering that small mistake on your part, I do not feel at all guilty that I have to finish the punishment I had planned for this tonight. Somehow, it doesn&t surprise me that you are still acting like a little bitch!”
His shoes thudded softly against the floor when he returned to my side. I heard the sound of heavy objects being placed by my feet.
His hand brushed over the tender skin of my legs and when I attempted to move away, he grabbed the back of my thigh, digging his fingertips into the skin and muscle. I cried out at the pain.
“Do not move away from me! I&ll make the pain worse when you do.” The baritone of his voice was edged in steel and his words cut against my thoughts as much as his flogger had cut across my skin.
He rubbed his hand over the injured skin, stopping only when my body jumped in response to his hand coming into contact with the scratches I knew the metal barbed tips of his punishment had created.
I was surprised when he spoke again because his tone had changed drastically. Instead of the demanding, angry tone he&d used before, he now spoke quietly, affectionately – it was the tone a lover used when whispering romantic words in bed.
“I love the color of the marks on your skin; such a pale, yet rosy red. It&s beautiful against the smooth cream shade of your body. You resemble a dual toned flower, soft and muted tones that complement each other and provide a sense of ease in the lucky person who is fortunate enough to see it.” He grew quiet for a moment, still softly rubbing his hands over me.
I hated him, I couldn&t stand what he was doing to me and I wanted to give it back to him in the same manner he gave it to me. But somehow, despite that, I was consoled by the new tone to his voice – it was smooth and soft, the type used to induce calm in the stormy mind of the person towards whom it was used. My eyelids felt heavy and my heart rate slowed. I breathed out a sigh of relief to know he was pleased once again.
I heard metal softly scraping against metal, punctuated by the click of ball bearings locking into place. It was reminiscent of the way a tripod would sound when you pulled the extendable legs into place. I wanted to look back to investigate, but I was too hurt by the flogging to move.
Leather, thick and soft was wrapped around my ankle, tightened and fastened into place. He spread my legs apart, eventually wrapping my other ankle with another leather cuff. When he released my leg I tried to close my legs but something was preventing me from moving them. I felt his hands on my hips next; he pulled me down so that my spread legs fell from the table. My feet hit the floor and I struggled against whatever it was he had locked between my legs.
As he was leaning over to grab my hands, he said, “That&s a spreader bar between your legs. You won&t be able to close them. Bend your fingers.”
He pushed my hands towards the other end of the table, forcing me to grasp the edge.
“Be sure to keep your hands where I&ve left them. If I see them move from that position, I&ll have to flog you.” He paused, collecting the objects on the table next to me before he added, “And I&m sure you don&t want to have to go through that again.”
I heard him step back from me and the sound of the shutter made me jump. Brilliant light flashed against the wall that I was facing and I clenched my eyes shut attempting to ignore the fact that he was documenting every fucked up thing he did to me.
Eventually, the sound stopped and the bursts of the flash, luminous and blinding, quit bouncing off the wall. He was behind me, standing quietly and the tension in my body increased when I panicked, wondering what he&d do next.
A single finger ran down the middle of my back.
“Do you realize how beautiful you are? Especially like this – helpless and bound.”
His finger ran down along my bottom, eventually making its way along the crease. He spread the cheeks and tsked.
“Looks like I was a little rough with you last night. I&d apologize but in reality, it&s your fault. You have no idea what your body does to me. I wouldn&t say it&s overpowering because you can&t control me in any way – not even during sex, but I will say that you have something very special tucked between your legs and it&s something that will be valued by the man who ordered you. In fact, I may be asking too low a price, I do believe I&ve outdone myself.”
He pulled his hand away for only a moment. I felt him spread the cheeks again, and I lurched forward when the cool cream met my skin.
“This is lubrication. I want you to relax while I insert the plug. I want to know what my pet looks like with her tail.”
The cold, conical tip pressed against me and I flinched at what felt like ice against my skin. The area burned from his previous assault and I whimpered against the table, wanting so badly to fight, but knowing I could never win.
When he pressed it into me, I cried out again. My fingernails dug into the wooden surface and my knees gave out. He caught me by the hips, holding me still. I tried desperately to close my legs, but the bar he had locked to my legs left me exposed and vulnerable.
One of my nails broke off from the force of my hold on the table. I bit down on my lip in response to the pain in my finger. It amazed me how much pain I was being forced to tolerate, how much this psychopath thought that the human body could endure.
He pulled the metal plug away and massaged the area with his finger. “Calm down, pet. I suggest you relax unless you want this to hurt. One way or another it&s going in. You are in control of the intensity of the pain when it does. I could easily shove it in now while you&re all clenched up and I&d tear even more skin as a result.”
There was a distinct click of metal against wood when he set the plug on the table. His hand slipped between my legs and he pushed up against the slick skin with his fingers, finding his way to my clit and pressing down softly.
It was too much. Even though it was nothing more than a feather light touch, it felt like lightening shooting up from his finger. My hips bucked against the table and a strangled moan escaped my lips. I rested my forehead against the cool wood trying to stay still, to remain calm – but the sensation was too much. I swung my hips trying to escape the pressure of his finger. He grabbed my hip with his free hand, holding me still.
He laughed. “I bet that does feel good. I&ve taken something that was sensitive to begin with and made it even more so from the use of the clip.” His fingers dug into the skin of my hip and he spoke again, with a warning in his tone.
“Stop bucking against me like a wild horse, I haven&t given you permission to move.”
I couldn&t stop. Every instinct in me was telling me to get away, to stop the agonizing sensation of his hand. My body shuddered and I bucked against him again.
“I told you to stop moving.” Dangerously low, his voice rolled over me.
I screamed when the palm of his hand struck my ass. Sobs erupted from my chest and I collapsed against the table. He shoved the plug up suddenly, not waiting for me to calm down or stop crying and I cried harder – God – I couldn&t breathe because I was crying so hard.
His hand rubbed over my back, the soft circled path reminding me of the way a mother would comfort her child. He didn&t speak for a while, just brushed his hand over my skin, large spherical trails over my spine, my shoulders and my hips. Eventually, I calmed, small aftershocks forcing their way through me when I slowly drifted away. My eyelids grew heavy and my breathing slowed.
His voice was soothing when he next spoke, the soft tone a pretty wrapping over words that were sharp enough to cut. “That didn&t have to happen that way. You chose that. I wanted it to be nice, but you disobeyed. You wouldn&t relax, wouldn&t stop moving. I had no choice but to bring you under control.”
He pulled away and I heard him move behind me. His hands wrapped around one of my ankles and I assumed he knelt down.
“I&m going to remove these. The bar looks stunning on you, but it&ll make it difficult for you to walk.”
He stood and placed the bar down on the table where I could see it.
“Get up from the table and turn around. Play nice this time and I&ll allow you to eat tonight. How does that sound? Once you&re done you can go to bed.”
“I&m not hungry!” I spit out the words, pushing myself up from the table and spinning around to purposefully look him in the eye. “I don&t want your fucking food!”
I don&t know what was louder, my voice or the sound his palm made across my face. My body spun from the force of the blow and I fell back over the table. His hand was in my hair instantly, and he pulled me up to him. My scalp burned and I could hear the sound of the hair being pulled free from my skin.
“Do NOT speak to me in that tone again. Do you understand me? I will not put up with your obstinacy any longer.”
I cowered away from him and his grip tightened in my hair. He pulled me back up, his free hand reaching out and I turned my face away, desperate to avoid his touch. Gripping my chin, he pulled my face back to him, sliding his thumb over something wet and slippery on my lip. A smile curled one corner of his mouth and when he held his hand up, I saw the crimson stain of my blood on his skin.
“This is the first time I&ve drawn blood on you. Had you not acted like a spoiled fucking BRAT, it wouldn&t have happened.”
He threw me across the table, bending over me and locking a chain on the D-ring of my collar. While holding the chain in his hand, he turned and walked to the cabinets, opening one and selecting a metal bowl.
The metal clanged against the wood of the table when he slammed the bowl down next to me. I jumped at the sound and watched with wide eyes when he dumped the food from my plate into the bowl.
He placed the bowl on the ground and he kicked it away a few feet from where we stood.
“Eat.”
He didn&t look at me when he gave the single word command, but the edge of his tone hinted at an underlying rage that threatened to explode. I looked down at the bowl and stared at it. My eyes followed the way the light arced off the rounded silver dish, how the shadow of the bowl fell across the floor, spread out and warped. The tail attached to the plug slapped against the backs of my thighs and he jangled the leash so that it brushed up against my skin.
The tears started again when I realized exactly what he was doing – when I realized that the term ‘pet& was more than just an affectionate name.
“I suggest you drop to your knees and crawl to your dish as quickly as possible. It upsets me when an animal won&t eat her food.”
I don&t know what was worse, the contained anger I heard in his voice before – or the cold steel tone in which he now spoke. It was terrifying – the lack of emotion sending chills across my skin. He placed his hand on my shoulder to nudge me along and I went to my knees, obediently and without complaint.
Something happened in that moment – something that I couldn&t quite understand or even describe. I&d been reduced to an animal, a pet and when I felt the cold, hard surface of the tile beneath my knees and when my palms met that surface, my pride was shredded. When I placed one hand in front of the other, crawling on all fours with a tail beating between my legs, my heart fractured. When I felt the pain of the plug moving inside me, my soul was crushed.
But when I reached the bowl and bent down to eat with tears streaming down my face – when he kicked the bowl away even farther, laughing to watch me crawl – and when he hit me against my ass with the flogger he held in his hand …
… My mind was completely and utterly destroyed.

Teacher: Show
I&d be a lying man if I said I didn&t enjoy it. The way Claire&s lips moved over my dick, the light touch of her tongue as it flicked out against the head. From where I sat, all I could see was a beautiful redhead sucking my cock.  Hours of the past days had been lost to my fantasy of this exact moment. And now that it finally came, I had to admit that it was everything I imagined it would be.
My head fell back as the heat of her mouth covered me. Warm and soft, her tongue dragged down the shaft and almost milked me with one smooth stroke. My cocked throbbed with need and desire, but it was the power trip this gave me that was the true reason for the staccato rhythm of my pounding heart. It was the first willing act she&d performed, the first step to accepting the pleasure I could give her in return for her obedience.
Or the pleasure she could give me, as the case was at that moment, at least.
Closing my eyes, I imagined us tucked away in seclusion. It was nothing new for orgies to occur within the society, for men to swap their courtesans without shame of wanting to watch. With all the kinks that ran rampant in this group, there was no room for being shy or reclusive. That still didn&t make me feel comfortable with it.
I&d lost my virginity to one of my stepfather&s courtesans when he and my stepbrother introduced me to this secret life. I wasn&t given privacy then and I didn&t expect it now. Still, the prying eyes of other men were palpable against my skin. Just like I could feel my stepfather and stepbrother&s eyes during the first experience of wetting my dick, I could feel Aiden&s now. He enjoyed the scene, of that I was sure. But it wasn&t the sexual acts that he&d achieved, it was the lesson he&d taught both Claire and me.
It was a simple lesson for us both. One that didn&t need to be voiced or discussed any further than the acts we were committing. Claire would submit and I would be the one to force her, even if violence was the only tool I possessed.
By far, Aiden had a stronger hand than mine. His level of cruelty in the beginning days was more than most men could handle. I hadn&t realized the training methods when I was just the young punk kid of an owner. I&d never considered the terror that was part of the process in taking a woman and molding her into a whore. When I agreed to train as a Master, it never occurred to me that I&d have to give up my sympathy and morality in the process.
Claire moaned as she took the full length of my cock into her mouth. The sound could have been pain or pleasure. I didn&t know which and at that point, I didn&t care. It felt like a fucking miracle as it vibrated against my shaft. I allowed my head to fall back against my seat, relaxed into a moment where a woman as intelligent and beautiful as the one in front of me would be on her knees sucking me off and swallowing me down.
Her arms were in front of her where she balanced herself on her hands against the floor. Her tits bulged out to the sides, brushing along the insides of my thighs as she moved. I gripped the arms of the chair, barely able to contain my own urgings to move.
My control was eventually lost to the stirrings of my release and my hands freed the armrests to wrap into the thickness of her beautiful red hair. She hesitated at first, most likely expecting pain, but that was never my intention. Lightly, I directed her head back and forth in a rhythm that matched the rotation of my hips. My balls tightened and I picked up the speed until I was shooting my cum inside, the throbbing of my dick spastic as it released what it had down the back of her throat. She choked, but swallowed me down, pulling away only when my hips stilled in the seat.
When I opened my eyes and looked down at her, she was staring up at me with bits of drool and cum glistening on her mouth and chin. I wanted to reach out and wipe it away, but I knew Aiden would consider the act a kindness that Claire had not yet earned.
Shoving myself back into my pants, I zipped up and fastened the buckle of my belt before glancing over at Aiden. He was eyeing Claire, the expression on his face a blank slate, but the ruminations of his mind were swirling wildly behind his eyes. I couldn&t tell what he was thinking and I realized the skill he possessed in always being able to portray an air of perfect neutrality.
“We should start the movie.”
He finally glanced up at me from Claire. His hand stroked down Rebecca&s cheek, tapping it softly a few times to indicate that she needed to move so he could stand.
Smiling up at him, Rebecca appeared content and I wondered if Aiden had chosen not to sell her after all.
By the time he&d crossed the room, Claire had settled at my feet and I couldn&t help but appreciate how her hand wrapped around my ankle. She didn&t squeeze or grip down, just continued to touch me as if it would save her from whatever Aiden was about to do.
It dawned on me in that moment that touching me brought her comfort. The small smile that adorned my face at the realization was one of accomplishment and pride. My methods might not be what Aiden considered proper, but they were working nonetheless.
After readying the television and DVD player, Aiden turned to look in our direction. His arrogance was obvious in the way he held his body perfectly straight, his shoulders pulled back as he lifted his hand up over his shoulder and clicked the play button. His eyes never left us when the movie began.
As soon as I saw the first picture on the screen, I knew why he stared at us instead of the television. He wanted to witness our reaction.
Claire was on the screen, her naked body glistening beneath the spray of the guest bathroom&s shower. Her arms were held in front of her and her face was turned towards a person out of the camera&s view. I recognized the recording immediately and realized that it was my fault it existed at all. The white noise of the shower blared through the speakers, only broken apart by the sound of my steps and my voice.
“Turn around. Hands against the wall and keep them there.” One simple phrase and I witnessed something I hadn&t seen at the time the scene was recorded. The look in her eyes was vacant when she shook her head ‘no&. There was no desire, no longing, it was the look of a woman who had no choice.
It was a look that made me feel disgusted for what I&d done.
I turned away from the screen to see Aiden&s smug grin. Anger shot through me, fast and sharp and I knew that he&d succeeded in terrorizing Claire without ever having laid one finger on her body.
He was using me against her, showing her the betrayal behind the kindness I fought desperately to give her.
“I want to taste you, Courtesan.”
The familiarity of my voice drew my attention back to the screen and Claire&s hand gripped tighter around my ankle where she sat. I couldn&t look down at her, couldn&t betray myself by acting in a way that Aiden would recognize as guilt. He was breaking me as much as he was breaking her and he knew it.
The fucking bastard had a reason for every action and every word that he spoke. This particular action I was sure was intended to destroy the small amount of trust I&d gained in Claire.
“I&m going to fuck you now, Claire. I&m going to shove my cock in that tight little cunt of yours and I&m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.”
Another click of the remote button and he paused the recording. My eyes shot over to his face and for the first time, I saw the cruelty I knew he was capable of committing aimed directly at me.
“Didn&t you tell her you&d be sharing that moment with me?” Stepping forward he knelt down beside her, reaching out to trace his thumb across her bottom lip. He feigned remorse for her pain, the expression foreign on a face such as his.
“I&m sorry you had to find out like this, Claire. It&s the reality of your new life. There are no moments that are yours. Not now and not ever.” He glanced up at me for a second before returning his gaze to her. “It&s a shame that Holland isn&t a full-fledged Master. If this had been a moment with me, I promise you it would have been between us alone. You enjoy those moments. Don&t you?”
Claire attempted to pull away from his touch, but he gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
“Do not try to pull away from me.” He paused to allow her the time to stop struggling. Once she stilled, he added, “I guarantee you won&t like the results.”
Releasing her, he stood up, moving to the side of the room to pull out a bench. The wheels slid easily over the carpet, the polished black leather covering on the bench reflecting the image on the television screen. The beginnings of a headache threatened the base of my skull as I watched him prepare his scene.
Claire&s hand was no longer touching my ankle. Even though that small amount of trust had been shredded, she still leaned into my legs when she realized what Aiden was doing.
After locking the wheels, he slapped at one of the shackles attached to the legs of the bench and the metallic clang echoed sharply through the room in warning.
“One of my favorite things when I was younger were dinner theaters.” He spoke casually as if nothing more was going on than a lighthearted discussion occurring amongst friends. Smiling, he looked between our faces. “I know. I&m not the first person you would imagine enjoying such a thing, but I&ll admit I loved them.”
He paced across the front of the room, slow measured steps that punctuated the tension between us. “One of the things I loved about those shows was the inclusion of the audience. It wasn&t like going to a movie where everything occurred on screen. At times, those actors would come off the stage to make their audience an active participant in the scene. To me, it was a genius idea…” He stopped, glancing between us before stating, “…and it is an idea I&d like to try out tonight.”
My stomach churned when I understood his plan, the small amount of food I&d been able to eat in the kitchen now threatening to force its way back up my throat. Claire must have had the same realization as me. While I was attempting to keep from throwing up, she was hugging closer to my legs. Anger washed across my thoughts because I hadn&t planned this for her. Aiden, despite his word that she was mine to train, was making his influence known. I&d never intended to share her fully, but right here and right now, I was being taught that I had no choice.
“You look angry, Holland.”
I looked up to find him staring at me, his face completely neutral except for the challenge in his eyes. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, to grab Claire and pull her from the room and out of the house. But I couldn&t do those things. If I even attempted it, if I lost Aiden&s agreement to train me, I would lose everything I had. More was riding on this than Claire&s submission, my entire life and my future rode on this moment as well.
“I&m fine,” I lied. Claire&s body flinched against my legs and I knew that those two words of betrayal had stabbed her.
Aiden nodded. “That&s good. Grab Claire. Lock her down to the bench. I want her facing the screen.”
I hesitated only for a second before standing up and pulling Claire to her feet. She didn&t voice her objection and she didn&t have to. The look of betrayal and hatred in her eyes told me everything she was feeling in that moment.
Leading her to the bench, I pushed against her back to bend her over the cool surface of the leather. She didn&t resist like I&d expected her to and I was thankful for that. Perhaps she realized that the violence that would follow her refusal would force her into the position anyway, so what was the point in fighting back?
With her chest balanced over the leather bench, I locked her arms and legs into place with the shackles and cuffs attached to the legs. When she was finally secured, Aiden instructed, “Take a seat.”
My ass wasn&t even firmly in the chair yet when he started pacing the floor again. He hands were folded at his back and his face was tilted down towards the floor. An expert at creating anxiety, of building tension through lack of action, Aiden didn&t speak at first. Every so often his eyes would glance at Claire and his lip would twitch to see her squirm. I couldn&t blame her for not being able to hold still. She was locked down and exposed to a room full of people, her face positioned in such a way that she was forced to stare at a television screen with the image paused precisely at the moment where she would be raped.
“You seemed to enjoy your experience in the shower.” His fingertips ran lightly over her body as he walked from her head to her feet. She flinched at the contact. “I don&t know what games you and your Master think you&re playing, but I&m not buying it. There&s something ‘off& about a woman who so easily submits.” Back at her head, he knelt down so he could look her in the eyes. “I mean, not even twenty-four hours had passed and you were grinding against him in the shower. I&ve trained women for years, Claire. I know it doesn&t happen that fast.”
She flinched again, this time without him having to lay a single finger on her.
“Since you&ve supposedly submitted already, I&ve decided that you must be ready for the next step.” Sarcasm and contempt oozed from his words.
Standing up, he moved to Claire&s feet, looking between Rebecca and me as if he were making a decision. The muscles along my spine tensed.
“Rebecca. Stand up, my beautiful girl. You&re the lucky audience member who gets to participate tonight.”

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