Breaking Laura (Hollybourne School for Slaves) (5 page)

How the hell would she survive
the rest of the term with that on offer?

Fuck.

***

Laura woke, surprised she’d been
able to sleep. Though her mind had been churning, her body obviously had
different ideas. She winced as she sat up, her inner and outer muscles
twinging. A deep heaviness at in her stomach as she remembered Hunter’s
promise.

Charlotte and Simone were already
up and dressed. Both grinned at each other and Laura resisted the urge to
snarl. Morning people were bad enough, but smug morning people…urgh.

“How did it go yesterday?”
Charlotte asked Simone.

“See for yourself!” Simone
flipped up her skirt, giving them a full display of her caramel coloured arse
and smooth pussy.

“Wow!” Charlotte breathed. “That
must have hurt.”

Laura grimaced at the red welts
on Simone’s bottom. She wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week. And the woman
seemed to enjoy it. There was something really wrong with her. A shame, as
Laura envied her confident personality and would probably enjoy a friendship
with her if it weren’t for her bizarre sexual tastes.

“Yep!” Simone straightened
proudly. “What about you, Laura? You looked like you’d got a good whipping
yesterday. Did you have fun?”

“Fun?” Laura lifted her sheets
away and pulled up her camisole top. Creamy white skin greeted her once more,
thank goodness. At Simone’s puzzled frown, Laura caught herself. “Oh yes, fun.
Definitely. Uh huh.”

Charlotte studied her closely.
Could she see through her act? Charlotte was clearly clever so maybe she could see
that she wasn’t here for the same reasons they were. Why did such an
intelligent woman want to be a submissive? Weird.

“Were things ok with Mr Hunter?”
Charlotte pressed.

“Ok…?” Laura’s mind drifted as
her body recalled the explosive orgasms he’d given her. Snapping back, she
smiled weakly and straightened her shoulders. “Yes, it was fine. I’m not scared
of him.”

Though Charlotte didn’t look
convinced, she probably realised it wasn’t worth pushing and grabbed her
toiletries. “Wonder what Jake’s got in store for me today?” she murmured with a
wide grin before swanning off to one of the bathrooms.

Laura suspected she’d definitely
got the short straw with Hunter. Although she didn’t envy Simone her stripes.
Truth was, Hunter still petrified her, but not in the same way he had
yesterday. His glower or his terse manner didn’t frighten her now. No, knowing
the effect he had on her and how easily he chipped through her barriers
terrified her more than anything. She sucked in a deep breath and held it.
Today would be different. Whatever he did to her, he would not break her again.

“Hey, did you go swimming in the
end last night?”

She snapped her head up, feeling
heat blossom instantly in her cheeks. “Er…yeah, why?”

“Oh, well, I went for a swim this
morning but it was closed for cleaning.” Simone shrugged as she dabbed one some
lip-gloss.

“Maybe…maybe they do that every
morning…”

“Maybe. Hey, you better get
dressed. Breakfast is soon and we still need to visit the spa. Don’t want to
piss of Mr Hunter any more. He’s already pissed at you as is it, though God
knows why.”

Simone’s words forced Laura’s
heavy legs out of bed and she dragged herself off to the bathroom to wash and
change.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow…”

What the hell did that mean? Did
he want to fuck her again? Her body tightened at the thought. Grateful she’d
had the foresight to wash and blow dry her hair after swimming, she took a
quick shower and donned her uniform. She found herself putting on more make-up
than normal. A hefty dose of mascara, and some blusher and lip-gloss. Head
tilting from side to side, she studied herself in the mirror. Why did she seem
to have so little effect on him? Ok, so he did get an erection around her but
most guys got erections around naked women. It annoyed her that while his
physique and brooding looks stole her breath, he seemed completely unaffected
by her.

“Argh!” She slapped her lip-gloss
down on the vanity table and spun away. Why did she care? Was it because he’d
given her such an amazing orgasm?

Damn it, she needed to forget
that. With a tug of her short skirt and a quick flick of her hair, Laura headed
to the spa with a grimace. She did
not
enjoy this part of the day.

***

A warm hand curled around her
upper arm and yanked her to one side as she made her way to the dining room.

“What the—”

Dark eyes settled on her face and
her stomach twisted.

“Wear this.” Hunter thrust
something into her hand.

With a scowl, Laura studied the
black rubber and elastic he’d handed her. “What’s this?”

“Sir,” he said tightly.

“What?”

“Sir. You are forgetting
yourself, Laura.”

She huffed. “What’s this,
Sir
?”

His jaw twitched and she waited
for a scolding but none came. His attitude towards her didn’t seem nearly as
severe as the day before. What was going on? Was he trying to mess with her
head? Perhaps he hoped to soften her towards him so she’d confess even more.
Not a chance.

“It’s a vibrator. Put it on now.”

Laura glanced around at the empty
hallway and lifted the vibrator by the elastic. It was nothing like any vibrator
she’d ever seen. “How?”

Hunter released a long sigh.
“Slip those bits over your legs and that bit—” He poked the rubber bit, “—lines
up with your pussy.”

“Oh. Now? Really?”

“Yes. Now. Really. Unless of
course you want to say a certain word. You know where the door is…” Both dark
brows lifted as he eyed her.

“No, no.  I’ll put it on…
Sir.
”

Quickly slipping on the vibrator,
she wriggled as the rubber formed to the shape of her sex. She yelped as it
buzzed suddenly against her, sending shockwaves instantly through her clit.

A twisted grin appeared on his
lips as he held up a black box. “I control the vibrator, Laura. In fact, from
now on I control all your orgasms.”

Laura wanted to snort.
Good
luck with that one.
But then he had delivered more orgasms in one day than
she’d achieved the entire month.

Before she could respond, he gave
her arse a pat. “Go have breakfast. Come to room twenty-one in the east wing
afterwards.”

“Yes, Sir,” she ground out but
he’d already turned his back and was walking away. She jumped and yelped as
another vibration rolled against her clit. Fuck, breakfast would be difficult.
She didn’t fear climaxing. There’s no way that would happen but she was going
to look damned stupid wriggling around in discomfort.

They tucked into a continental
breakfast, but Laura only picked at her food. Every now and then the vibrator
would spring to life and it took all her concentration not to yelp or move with
it. She ached to press it into her cunt and buck against it as it formed an
unbearable throb. Thankfully it vibrated quietly so no one else could hear it,
but she wondered if the other girls heard the squelch of her damp pussy as she
fidgeted.

He wanted to torture her. That
must be it. And what the hell had he meant about owning her orgasms? No one
could
own
an orgasm. She couldn’t even control them, so how was someone
else meant to?

A weird sense of relief flowed
over her as she threw down her half-eaten croissant and scurried upstairs to
the east wing. Time to get the wretched thing off. She paused in front of the
door. What would sit behind it? Another cross frame thing? More whips? She
sucked in a deep breath and pushed open the door.

A frown crossed over her face as
she took in the room. Decorated in the same tasteful colours as the rest of the
house, it was more like a hotel room. She tilted her head. Hunter sat on the
bed. He almost…almost looked to be smiling.

Fuck.

The game had changed. It
petrified her even more.

“Shut the door, Laura.”

Complying, she closed it and edged
towards him. He yanked the black box out of his pocket and she squeaked as he
set her vibrator on.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered as
he flicked it off again.

“Yes, Sir.” Heart pounding, Laura
climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the sheets as she clambered across
it and positioned herself in the middle. She lay awkwardly, her hands by her
sides as he shifted around and studied her.

“Close your eyes. I want you to
come for me.”

She sprang up. “What?” The rubber
between her legs pulsed suddenly as she fell back against the pillows as it
tickled incessantly at her clit. Unable to prevent herself, Laura rolled with
the sensations, bringing her legs up and fisting her hands in the sheets.

Torture. Pure torture. The fast
vibrations almost burned at her nub but her body wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t go
over the edge. She knew this but still yearned for it to happen. Eyes clenched
shut, images of Hunter’s cock skewering into her flooded through her mind and
she thought for one blissful moment that she might go but her body refused to
release as memories of her previous attempts to masturbate took over. The
frustration, the humiliation. It stole every ounce of pleasure and she grimaced
as the vibrations took a turn towards painful, her swollen clit becoming further
engorged.

“I can’t,” she whimpered, feeling
the dampness of her palms against the bed. “I can’t,” she repeated, tossing
from side to side.

“Relax,” Hunter’s voice came.

“I can’t. It won’t happen.” Laura
heard the hysteria edging into her voice. “Please make it stop. I can’t. It
never happens.”

Blessedly the buzzing stopped and
she slumped, bringing a hand up to cover her face. What had she done? She’d
confessed yet more of her deep inner secrets to him. How did he do that?

Laura flinched as he tenderly
drew away the vibrator from between her legs and she heard a thump so she
assumed he’d flung it to the floor. Good. If she never saw another vibrator
again, she’d be happy.

The bed dipped and the heat of
Hunter’s body breached the distance between them. Body tense, she waited. Would
he punish her now?

“Look at me, Laura.”

“Nuh-uh.” Shaking her head, she
kept her hand firmly over her eyes.

“Laura,” he warned, that
terrifying edge coming back into his voice.

Peering over the top of her hand,
she regarded him fearfully. Her vision still glimmered with tears. No doubt her
mascara was all down her cheeks now. So much for looking gorgeous.

He grasped her hand and held it
firmly away as he propped himself on one elbow and stared down at her. “What do
you mean ‘it never happens’?”

“I-I can’t masturbate. It doesn’t
work. I’m broken,” she added miserably.

One brow raised in surprise. “You
mean it’s not just during sex you can’t come? I thought you meant you struggled
to come with a man.”

“No…I struggle all the time. I
just can’t.” Laura tilted her head back and stared at the elegant headboard
behind her. She was such a failure as a woman.

A rough finger on her thigh
brought her attention back to the man sat on the bed. Funny, without the scowl
on his brow, he really was sexy. Remaining silent, he coaxed apart her legs and
she whimpered as he settled between them, his brown eyes secured on hers.

He wasn’t going to…? Oh he was.
Hunter touched his tongue to her folds and she braced herself but her tender
clit welcomed the warmth.

“I really don’t think—”

“Don’t think,” he murmured
against her mound, the order surprisingly sharp considering where his mouth was
buried. His voice sent a gentle tremor through her and she reared up into his
tongue. “You will come, Laura, whether you want to or not,” he told her as he
ran his fingers underneath the two strips of lace that framed her lips. “This
is my pussy, understand? And I will tell you what to do with it.”

“Y-Yes, Sir.” Why the fuck did
the idea of him owning her body make her curl in pleasure?

His tongue explored her soaking
sex, laving across her bud and her labia. He carefully tongue fucked her,
occasionally coming up to swirl around her swollen clit. A gentle pressure built
deep in her womb and as his teeth closed in on her clit, Laura arched sharply.
The usual fears crept into her mind but her gaze closed in on his ruffled dark
hair as he glanced up at her over the edge of her skirt and they dissipated.
Only the riot of sensations remained.

Tenderly he reached for her hand
and brought it down between her legs. Positioning two of her fingers on her
nub, he continued to work his tongue in and out of her needy hole while
manipulating her fingers over her flesh. Her folds were wet and swollen and
sensual to touch. With his tongue thrusting in her and his warm hand over hers,
there was so much for her brain to process. Her mind closed down and simmering
pleasure crept up her body.