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She clicked on Kayla’s message first.
Hey, girlfriend! What’s happening? You were supposed to text me after the auction thing! Has Prince Dominant arrived to sweep you off your feet?
Chuckling while also feeling guilty for forgetting to keep her best scene friend in the loop, Ellen dashed off a quick text about the auction, and how she’d been placed with Master Damon. Kayla wouldn’t get it for some hours since the sun was only now peaking over the mountain tops, but at least she’d see it when she woke. She thumbed another few lines for good measure.
I don’t know if he’s Prince Dominant, at least regarding any happily ever after, but he’s super intense and sexy. We’re staying in a cabin right on Enclave property. I’ll update you more when I can.
She attached Damon’s swoon-worthy profile photo to the text, grinning as she thought about Kayla’s reaction when she eventually saw it.
Next, she opened Jaime’s text.
Not sure when/if you’ll see this. Just checking in to make sure everything’s good?
Ellen smiled, touched that Jaime had thought to text her. While she hadn’t had a chance during her brief tenure at The Enclave to really get to know Jaime, she felt like they could definitely be friends.
She briefly considered pouring out all her excitement, anxiety, desires and fears. But she decided to keep it simple. Master Damon and she hadn’t even spent a full day together yet. It was still early days—too soon to draw conclusions.
Thanks for checking in! Everything going well so far. Master Damon has given me permission to use my cell during down time. I’m so grateful for this opportunity, Jaime. Please thank the Masters again for me. Hugs.
Finally, she clicked on the last message—probably just spam. Her eyes widened as she read, her heart leaping into her throat.
Good morning, slave. If you are reading this, the odds are good that I’m still asleep. If it’s after seven, you have permission to wake me. You are to crouch between my legs and bring me to erection. Then you will suck my cock until I come down your throat.
As if on cue, she heard a sound coming from the bedroom—the masculine groan that accompanies stretching. Dropping the phone, she hurried toward the bedroom, heart racing.
Master Damon was still on his back in the bed, one arm now flung over his face. The sheets were pushed aside, revealing him in all his naked splendor. Ellen couldn’t help but grin. There would be no need to bring him to erection—his cock was standing straight up from his groin, the invitation clear.
Hurrying over, she climbed onto the bed and maneuvered herself between his legs, her movements made awkward by the cuffs still binding her wrists together. It was a little challenging to get his large shaft into her mouth without the use of her hands, but eventually she managed it.
She inhaled the clean, slightly salty aroma of his musk as she slid her lips down his shaft. She lowered her head slowly, taking him as far as she could manage without gagging. Once her throat muscles relaxed sufficiently, she took him in deeper, not stopping until her nose touched the soft nest of his pubic hair.
He moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. He held her in place for several long seconds. Ellen reveled in his total control, her nipples tingling, her sex throbbing. When his grip eased enough to allow her to move, she again lifted and lowered her head, licking along his shaft as she did so.
She settled into a rhythm, enjoying the hard, silky feel of his cock sliding in and out of her throat. After only a minute or two, his fingers again entwined in her hair. His breath had quickened to a pant, his hips arching up as he impaled her on his shaft.
He gave a sudden cry and then shuddered. A warm gush of come slid down her throat before she could even manage to swallow. His fingers loosened their grip as he sighed, his body relaxing.
She lifted her head, letting his shaft fall from her lips. He rewarded her with a brilliant smile. “Good girl,” he said. “You got the message.”
“Yes, Sir.” She smiled back at him, glad she’d pleased him. At the same time, nervous butterflies were swooping in her belly.
He scooted into a sitting position against the headboard. “Come closer so I can take off your cuffs.”
Ellen crawled to him and held out her wrists. He unclipped them and tossed them to the bed. “We’re going to explore your sexual responsiveness and orgasmic control today. And trust me when I tell you, you’re going to earn every single orgasm I give you. But first, bring me my cane.”
Chapter 10
Ellen stood at attention, feet shoulder-width apart, fingers laced behind her head. She had flawless skin, smooth and creamy, perfect for marking. Though she was curvy, her waist was trim, her legs sculpted with defined muscles. Her biceps and triceps were toned and her breasts, while ample, were high and firm.
Her face was a mask of submissive calm but Damon could feel her tension simmering just below the surface. He could see it in her dilated pupils and the slight tremble of her arms. She was afraid but determined, the very definition of bravery.
He walked slowly around her, tapping the cane against his palm. With a flick of his wrist, he brought the cane down across her ass. Ellen hissed her pain as a long, angry welt rose on her flesh. His recent climax notwithstanding, the rush of power and his sadistic pleasure in her erotic pain hardened Damon’s cock.
“Thank me,” he commanded.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied breathlessly.
He returned to stand in front of her. There were tears in her eyes, which she blinked away as he regarded her. Despite her pain, or more likely because of it, her rosy nipples were fully erect. On a whim, he reached between her legs to cup her cunt. It was hot as a furnace. As he stroked the slick folds, her eyes widened, her lips parting.
