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“I like it that you’re wet,” he said. “You should always be wet for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Pulling his hand away, he brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled her intoxicating scent. Color splashed into her cheeks. It amused him that this trained sex slave was such a blushing flower.
“Lower your arms and hold up your breasts for my cane,” he directed. “Keep your eyes on me.”
With a shuddering breath, Ellen obeyed. Again, without warning, he flicked the cane sharply over the tops of her breasts.
This time she cried out, more tears filling those pretty eyes. A pink welt rose across both breasts.
“Ask me for another.”
Her mouth moved but no sound came, save for her breath audibly hitching in her throat. He furrowed his brow, fixing her with a stern glare.
She swallowed visibly as she girded herself. “Please, Sir.” Her voice quavered. “May I have another?”
He smiled. “You may.”
He painted a second welt across both globes, just above her plump nipples. Her face twisted with pain, her breath quick and shallow. But when he reached between her legs and slid a finger inside her heat, a gush of moisture slicked his palm.
“Such a dirty little girl,” he said, amused and aroused in equal measure.
Before she had time to react, he struck her a third time, this time catching her nipples.
Again, she cried out, her hands flying to cover her breasts.
“I didn’t tell you to move your hands,” he barked. “Back in position. Now.”
Whimpering, she again held her breasts in offering with trembling hands. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
Usually impervious to slaves’ tears, Damon found himself curiously moved by hers. Lowering the cane, he gently thumbed it away. “It’s okay, Ellen. You’re okay. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.”
She drew in a shuddery breath and exhaled.
“Better,” he said, smiling.
She managed a small smile in return.
Satisfied, he announced, “I’m going to hop in the shower.” He glanced around the bedroom. “There’s some salve in my gear bag you can use on those welts. Then you will put away our things and make the bed. When that’s done, you’ll make us some breakfast. I like a spoon of sugar in my coffee. No cream. I like my scrambled eggs soft and my bacon crisp.”
Without waiting for a response, he strode to the bathroom. There were perks to this whole Master/slave thing that went beyond the obvious delights of having a naked slave girl eager to do your sexual bidding. Self-sufficient to a fault, he wasn’t used to having someone else cook and clean for him. But he could definitely get used to it.
He took his time in the shower, enjoying the feel of the hot water cascading over his body. He contemplated shaving but decided not to bother. He was on vacation, after all. And what a vacation it was turning out to be.
When he eventually came out of the bathroom, the bedroom was spotless, the bed neatly made. The enticing aromas of fresh coffee and frying bacon made his mouth water and his stomach gurgle. His phone sat by the lamp on the nightstand, plugged into his charger. Unable to resist checking, he picked up the phone and tapped the screen.
There was a message but, happily, it wasn’t from Jake. Instead, it was from Anthony Gerace and had apparently come in while he was showering.
Good morning. I trust you have found the cabin to your liking? I do hope our Ellen is meeting your expectations.
He thumbed back a quick response.
The cabin is awesome. Everything is perfect. And, yes, Ellen is definitely meeting my expectations. She is obedient and responsive. I’ve never worked with such a highly trained slave girl before. I look forward to testing her limits. Thank you again for this amazing opportunity.
He waited a moment in case Anthony replied. When nothing came through, he set the phone back on the charger. When he came into the living room, he could see Ellen over the counter that separated the small kitchen from the rest of the room. Her back was to him as she stood in front of the stove.
There was already a fire going in the grate. From the looks of it, she’d started it a while ago, embers glowing in the ash. He added another log, using the poker to help it catch. His laptop was on the couch where he’d left it the day before. He briefly considered checking his mail but dismissed the idea. Jake would text him if there was anything urgent.
