Breaking Laura (Hollybourne School for Slaves) (3 page)

Apart from Hunter.

He clearly detested her. Why did
it have to be him?

“Cuff front,” he commanded.

Humiliation burned through her
face as she complied, sighing as she placed her wrists together. His hands wrapped
around her wrists, pinning them forcefully, and she bit back a yelp.

“Arms straight and elegant,
Laura. You do not look like you are trying to please me.”

That’s because I’m not,
she thought sullenly. But Laura
was nothing if not a fighter. She straightened her arms and back and attempted
a demure look. His dark brow arched as he yanked her to her feet and
practically dragged her upstairs. God only knew what would happen next.

He led her into a room and shut
the door. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. Forgetting her
position, she wrapped her arms about herself as her skin chilled. The room
could have been a dungeon. A classy, luxurious dungeon but a far cry from the
hotel-like rooms of the rest of the house.

No furnishings, no bed. Just a
padded bench that looked like it should be used for massages, a frame in the
shape of an ‘X’ and plenty of restraints and chains. The soft lighting and
beautiful wallpaper belied the sinister look of the apparatus.

A hand slapped sharply at her
bottom and she yelped.

“I did not tell you to release
your hands.” Hunter circled her, his predatory look matching his name. Hunter.
Yeah that suited him perfectly. As she went to place her hands back in front of
her, he shook his head. “Take off your uniform.”

Laura hesitated, her stomach
rolling as she reached for the straps of the bra.

“Are you scared?”

That did it. With a flourish, she
yanked down the straps and whipped off her skirt. The rest of the lace garment
went the same way and pooled on the floor. Her skin pimpled and her nipples
peaked as he swept his harsh dark gaze over her.

Chin up, she met his stare.

“Why are you here, Laura?”

This surprised her. She’d already
answered a ton of questions before even signing up for the school. Most of her
answers were nonsense. Even her last name had been made up but it didn’t matter
if it got her access. She just really hadn’t expected this.

She hadn’t expected someone like
Hunter. His fearsome expression cut her to the core, exposing her.

“I want to be a better sub, Sir,”
she responded, aware her voice shook.

“Why don’t you do as I ask then?”

“I-I’m not very good at it,
that’s all. I just need practice I think. I will do better, I promise, Sir.”

His lips twitched, not in
amusement but in displeasure, as he regarded her. Did her body have so little
effect on him? She had nice breasts and she looked after her figure, keeping it
toned and tight. Most men loved her figure. Why didn’t he? And why did that
bother her?

Underneath that stern brow was an
attractive man. He just scared her so much that she could only remember that
when she wasn’t with him. And under those suits, she reckoned a hot body
waited. But even the most attractive of men liked her. It made her feel
superior and powerful. In Hunter’s presence, she was aware that he held every
bit of power.

His rough hands came suddenly
upon her shoulders, his touch inciting a prickling sensation. He manoeuvred her
towards the frame and Laura’s heart rate kicked up as he pressed her against
it. Eyes never leaving hers, he took a wrist and shackled it to one corner of
the frame. The leather padding pressed into her bare arse as he did the same to
her other wrist, his movement surprisingly gentle.

Her ankles came next and she was
bound, spread eagled to the cross. A prickle of sweat beaded across her lip as
Hunter eyed her exposed pussy. God help her, the feeling of vulnerability made
her cunt twitch. A tiny drip of arousal leaked down her leg and she closed her
eyes. What was wrong with her?

“Does this turn you on?”

She snapped open her eyes and
sucked in a breath. What should she say? It did turn her on but for the life of
her, she couldn’t force the truth past her tongue. It was wrong, so wrong to be
turned on by things like this. And yet, she knew in playing a sub that it
should
turn her on. Hunter would think it strange if it didn’t.

“What turns you on, Laura?”

Her gaze caught sight of the
flogger he now held in his hand. He swept it through his fingers, toying
leisurely with it. Fear lodged in her throat.

“Does a beating turn you on?”

Laura shook her head frantically.

He edged closer, running the
flogger over her breasts and stomach. “What turns you on, Laura?”

“I-I don’t know!”

“What do you want? Tell me and I can
make it happen. Every fantasy, every fetish.” His voice was low now, almost
seductive, that intimidating growl lost to something sensual that rolled over
her and made her sex clench.

Every fantasy…

No! She couldn’t. Her wants and
desires were perverted. She could never give into them. Her mother’s voice
echoed in the back of her mind.
Wrong, it’s wrong. Dirty girl.

“You will tell me, Laura. You may
as well tell me now.”

Mouth clamped firmly shut, she
whimpered as he teased her flesh with the leather strands. His face came to the
side of her cheek, his bristle brushing lightly over her skin as he whispered
in her ear, “Why are you here, Laura? What do you want?”

“I want to be a sub,” she cried
quietly. “I just want to be a sub…”

It was a pathetic response and
she could hear the fragility of her voice. Those dark eyes told her he wasn’t
happy with her response either.

“Just safe-word and this will be
all over.” His voice came out almost tender. He
did
want her to
safe-word. But why? Had he figured out the real reason she was here?

But she couldn’t. Speaking her
safe-word would mean no graduation and she’d be kicked out of the school. She
needed to graduate.

With a shrug, he drew back the
flogger and Laura clenched her eyes shut. She heard the sound first, the faint
woosh and slap and then a heat blossomed across the top of her thighs. The fear
seemed to have frozen her vocal chords as she opened her mouth to cry out but
only a rasping hiss of air came.

Another woosh and this time the
flogger came across her other thigh. The fire seared instantly across her skin
and she finally released a scream. Wrenching open her eyes, Laura gasped as she
glanced down and saw the red streaks crawling over her pale skin.

A peek at Hunter sent her stomach
twisting. He eyed her coolly but his whole body remained tense and she could
see his erection thrusting up against his trousers. This turned him on. She was
fucked.

Laura cringed as he raised the
flogger and splayed it across her stomach. The edge of the tassels caught the
underside of her breast and she clamped down on her lip as the sting forced
tears into her eyes. He barely gave her time to recover before striking her
breast fully, sending excruciating pain through her tight nipple.

“What do want, Laura?” he
repeated as he flogged both breasts, one after the other in a rhythmic motion.
“What do you fantasise about?”

The smacking sounds were almost
soothing as Hunter struck her efficiently and expertly. Laura tuned into the
noise, concentrating on the musical quality of it in an attempt to ignore the
burning pain.

Maybe he picked up on the comfort
it brought her as he switched his rhythm, moving to a less predictable motion
as he swept the leather over her stomach. She didn’t dare glance down as she
knew the sight would probably force her safe-word from her lips.

The stinging heat consumed every
part of her as he worked his way down, sending the leather across her hips
before concentrating on the apex of her thighs. Tears streamed freely now.
Surely she was in hell? Her clit swelled with each hit as if her body was
rebelling against her, trying to make the pain unbearable.

“You can end all this, Laura,”
Hunter prompted hoarsely between whippings. “Just one word.”

Say it, say it.
No, she couldn’t. Red was her
word. Not very inventive but she’d heard it was commonly used in BDSM
scenarios. It sat on the tip of her tongue as a tassel curled over her
distended clit.

“What do you need?” Smack. “What
do you want?” Smack. “Tell me everything and this will be over.”

A vicious smack landed between
her legs, setting fire to her tender cunt as her cream dripped from her.

“Ok!” she cried as he raised his
hand once more.

Mid-swing, he paused and crossed
his arms, waiting.

“I want to be fucked!” Oh God,
where was this coming from? She couldn’t prevent the words spilling from her.
“I want to be pinned down and fucked, hard and fast. I want a man to hold me
down and ram his cock in me.” She sobbed as the shameful truth of all her
fantasies came tumbling out. “I want you to fuck me, Sir. I want your cock in
me.”

She tried to clear the tears from
her gaze with a few blinks but she couldn’t make out his expression through the
cloudy haze. He still held the flogger, slightly raised and she waited, breath
trapped in her chest.

Laura cried out as he took a
sudden step towards her and tore at the restraints. Quickly he freed one wrist
then the other, flinging aside the flogger. Ankles released, the next minute he
held her tight in his embrace and was kissing her.

Her arms ended up pinned behind her,
held in one wrist as his other hand held the back of her neck while he
plundered her mouth. As the shock subsided, Laura found herself kissing him
back, eagerly twining her tongue with his. Her tender skin smarted at the rub
of his suit but the feel of his cock pushed against her made her forget it all
and she thrust her throbbing cunt against it.

Spun around suddenly, he forced
Laura onto the cold leather of the bench. Without preamble, Hunter lunged into
her, filling her in one sweep. Her pussy ached with the invasion. It had been
so long. But, God, it was good. Her body responded instantly as he covered her
with his clothed form, bringing her hands up in front of her and sprawling his
large hands across hers.

“Fuck, Laura…” he groaned and her
heart fluttered with delight at the sound of her name on his lips.

It didn’t matter how awful her
fantasy was, Hunter fulfilling it brought her to the brink quicker than ever
before. Her clit pulsed as he hammered into her, the leather soothing her skin.
She struggled to breathe as he used all his strength to thrust his rod into her
willing sheath. The sensations consuming her sparked a frenzy in her body and
she writhed beneath him

Pleasure boiled between her
thighs and surged through her cunt. It took her by surprise and she screamed
his name as he relentlessly pulled the pleasure from her. Shaking and crying,
she hit the peak and came in great pulses. It may have only lasted seconds but
time ticked away as the sensations darted through her again and again.

With several more hard, merciless
thrusts, Hunter groaned and uttered her name before slumping across her. Her
pussy scalded as his seed filled her and she pressed her cheek against the
bench as fresh tears pricked her eyes.

What the hell was that? Her first
ever g-spot orgasm? Fuck, she’d missed out on so much. Masturbating was hard
enough. Orgasms never came easily to Laura. And now she’d just had the most
mind-blowing one from a man she didn’t even like. A man who frightened her to
death. A man who’d just beaten her into submission.

The heat of his body disappeared
but Laura didn’t have the energy or the will to move. Cum dripped down her legs
and her body still trembled. Vulnerable and sore, her mind was a swirl of
thoughts. She’d never even had a man spill his load inside her before, she
realised. It was kind of hot.
And fucked up,
she reminded herself. The
whole scenario was beyond wrong. All the health and medical checks should have
prepared her these things but she really had stumbled into this so blindly.

Something warm touched her pussy
and she flinched, barely smothering a startled cry.

“Shhhh,” Hunter soothed.

A washcloth. Laura would have
laughed at herself it she wasn’t so emotionally fraught. He was cleaning her
up.

“Roll over,” he commanded quietly.

She did, avoiding his gaze as she
lay naked in front of him. The washcloth gone, he spread something cool over
her skin and she lifted her head to see what he was doing.

“It’s just for your skin.” He
massaged whatever the concoction was onto the inside of her thighs where the
flogger had reached, his strong hands astonishingly gentle and tender. His
fingers worked nimbly at her sore, bare pussy before moving up across her
breasts. Whether he intended it or not, her nipples peaked under his touch and
lust trickled through her once more.

She threw her head back and flung
an arm over her face. What was wrong with her? This was not normal - lust for a
man so vicious and taciturn. Her cheeks flamed as she recalled her bumbled
confession. For years, and to her shame, the thought of being pinned down and
fucked had fuelled those few moments when she gave into her needs and brought
herself to climax. Only imaginings like that seemed to do it for her, no matter
how much she fought against it.