Distorted Hope (14 page)

I trembled as I began to lower myself onto him. I felt myself stretching and stopped, hissing at the pain. Nathan stroked my hip and brought my face to his, kissing me gently and stroking my cheek and neck.

Slowly, I continued to lower myself, taking him deeper and deeper into my body. I groaned in pain and he suddenly grasped my hips. I froze, fearful he would ram himself inside, but he didn’t. Instead, he moved me up and then down again, almost tenderly. He did this several times and I pulled away from his mouth to gasp at the pleasure.

His gaze was intense as our eyes met, his grip firm but not forceful. I couldn’t look away from and watched in astonishment as his gaze softened into an unexpected tenderness.

“Oh!” I exclaimed and sucked in a sharp breath as he passed by an especially sensitive spot. He smiled and repeated the motion. My eyes drooped and then suddenly I stiffened and cried out loudly as a powerful orgasm hit me. He moved me down again, deeper than before.

I squealed in surprise as our hips met and my orgasm began afresh. My eyes rolled back into my head and I screamed in pleasure, digging my fingernails into his hard shoulders. He moved his hips against mine, making the pleasure waves go on and on.

I rode the pleasure, vaguely aware of his groan before I felt the surprisingly erotic throb inside me. He pressed my hips down to his, burying himself deeply into my pussy. I yelped as he hit something deep inside of me and he pulled me back up.

I looked at him with wide eyes, stunned at the sensations I’d just felt. He brought my lips to his and kissed me for a moment before pressing my head to his shoulder. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest and feel his cheek against my forehead. He held me so tightly it was almost frightening, but he stroked my hair and back gently with his hands and I slowly relaxed.

I listened as his heartbeat slowly returned to normal. He continued to stroke my back, kissing my head every once in a while. I didn’t know how long we sat there together, but I felt… content. It was weird, considering I’d been terrified of him only hours before.
Really weird.

Nathan put his hand under my chin and tipped my face up so he could kiss me. As he did so, my hands slipped around his neck and my fingers ran through his surprisingly soft hair.

A knock at the door made Nathan stiffen and pull away suddenly. I turned and saw Mark standing in the open doorway with a surprised look on his face as he stared at us.

“What?” Nathan snapped. He lifted me off his lap and put me back on the floor where I’d been sitting before, then fixed his pants and stood.

I quickly put myself into my ‘position’ as Nathan strode away. I stared hard at the floor, willing back the tears threatening to fall.
I’m just a sex slave. There is nothing more between us than sex.
But it didn’t feel that way.

“I came to tell you her room is ready,” Mark said from the doorway. He seemed hesitant to walk into the now tense office.

“The room in the women’s house?”

“Of course,” Mark answered slowly.

Nathan was quiet for a moment. “No, I want her staying in the main house.”

It was Mark’s turn to be quiet. “Okay…”

“Do you have a problem with that?” Nathan snapped.

“No, sir.” Mark’s voice turned formal. “Just surprised.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want with my girls.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Move her things in to Madison’s old room. It’s clean, right?”

“Yes, sir. I put her in there last night.”

“You did?”

Mark didn’t answer right away. “It was the closest available room.”

More silence filled the room. I resisted the urge to look up.

“Good,” Nathan said finally. “Bring her Kindle here.”

“Yes, sir.” Mark’s footsteps faded as he walked away.

Remaining as still as I could, I felt Nathan looking at me again for a long moment before the keyboard started clacking again.

A few minutes later, a shadow darkened the entrance again.

“Give it to her,” Nathan said.

Someone walked to me and feet appeared in front me. I looked up to see Mark smiling gently down at me, hand outstretched with the Kindle he’d given me on the yacht in his hand.

“Thank you,” I whispered, reaching for the small e-reader. His eyes flickered downward and I blushed, remembering I was naked. I looked quickly back at the ground and held the Kindle in both hands on my naked thighs.

“You’re welcome,” Mark responded in a gentle voice. He petted my hair briefly before walking away.

I stared at the plastic rectangle in my hand, unsure of what to do. I assumed Nathan had Mark bring it to me so I could use it, but I was still hesitant to move.

“You may dress if you’d like.” Nathan’s voice was loud in the quiet room.

I glanced up and saw him watching me with an impassive look on his face. I nodded. “Thank you, Patrón.” I reached for my dress and slipped it over my head, spreading the skirt neatly over my thighs and hips.

A few minutes later, I felt moisture trickling down my thighs and onto my ankles. It took me a moment to realize it was probably Nathan’s cum, and I blushed at the thought. Would it drip onto the carpet? Would I get in trouble?

“What are you embarrassed about?”

I was shocked at how much he watched me and told myself to remember that and not assume he wasn’t looking if I had the desire to do something I shouldn’t. “I felt… uh… when we…um” I motioned to the couch. “…your…” I sighed and looked up at him, cheeks hot. “Your… um… stuff…”

“My cum is leaking out of your pussy?”

I stared at the ground, mortified. I was certain my entire face was bright red.

Nathan chuckled. “There’s a bathroom behind you if you’d like to clean up.”

“Thank you, Patrón,” I mumbled and stood to make my way through the doorway behind me.

When I had settled back into my spot, I stared at the Kindle in my hands, trying to decide whether or not I should turn it on. The unpredictability of my owner made it difficult to make decisions on my own. Perhaps it was supposed to be that way.

“I had Mark bring it so you would have something to do while you were here with me.”

I glanced up. “Why do you want me here?”

Nathan lifted his chin and clenched his jaw, making me wish I hadn’t spoken. He looked at me for a long minute. “I like your presence,” he said finally, after a long silence.

My jaw dropped open in surprise at his words.

He pressed his lips together and looked back at his computer screen. “You may sit on the couch if you’d be more comfortable there,” he said without looking at me.

My mouth dropped open further. He was allowing me, a woman, onto the furniture? What was going on? My mind whirred as I tried to understand the two sides of him. “Th-thank you, Patrón.” I stood with difficulty and sat gingerly on the edge of the couch, turning the Kindle on. The screen lit up with the page I’d been reading in
Pride & Prejudice
, and I quickly lost myself in the story.

“Kyra.”

Blinking, I jumped at the hand on my head. I had become so immersed in the story it took Nathan walking over and touching my head to get my attention. I was curled up in the corner of the couch, my head resting on the arm and hugging a pillow as I read.

“Oh, Patrón, I’m so sorry,” I exclaimed, quickly putting the pillow back into place and sitting up straight. I hadn’t meant to lounge. It just… happened.

Nathan stroked my hair and gave me a tender look, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’ve not seen a girl lose herself in book like that in a very long time.” He cupped my chin and leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips. “It’s time for dinner.”

He was acting more like how I would think a lover would act—rather than a slave owner—and it was very confusing. I loved Jason. It was Jason my heart ached for this morning. But when Nathan looked at me, it confused me. I was his possession, his slave. Why did he look at me like… like he cared about me?

“Go up to your room and get cleaned up and changed. There will be a dress on the bed for you. Dinner begins in twenty minutes.”

“Yes, Patrón,” I said, standing and straightening my dress.

“Do you remember where your room is?”

“I think so.”

Nathan walked to a double wooden door in the corner of the room and opened it onto a hallway. “If you follow this, it will take you around to the staircase.”

“Yes, Patrón.” I walked into the window-lined hallway. There were two glass doors along the hallway before it turned and I walked through two archways before coming to the entrance. Up the stairs and to the first door on the right, I found my room—the room I apparently wasn’t supposed to have.

Mark had said I would have a room in the women’s house, but here I was, in one of the ‘nice guest rooms’, as he’d put it. And he’d sounded surprised when Nathan had told him to move my stuff here. Why? And what stuff did I have?

Maybe Nathan wanted me closer to Jason, so he’d stay motivated. I winced, remembering the pain from this morning. I went into the bathroom and saw what had caused the pain. A thin, solid, brushed-silver circle sat around my neck. I touched it and found it very smooth and cool. No sign of the needles I’d felt in my neck.
Was it electrified? Was that what Nathan’s remote did? Like a dog’s training collar?

Well, I didn’t have time to think about it if I wanted to be on time for dinner. Locating a comb and hair products on the vanity, I combed my hair and pulled it back into my customary braid. I washed my face and sprayed a scented body spray over me before going back to the bedroom to look at the dress on my bed.

It was pale blue cotton, soft, like the one I was already wearing. The skirt was full and the fitted bodice was low cut, with three-quarter length, loose sleeves. It would be warmer than my day dress, which was good, considering the air coming in through the windows was cool—cooler than it had been the night before.

I slipped off the other dress and put the new one on. Once again, no panties or bra were provided. And of course, no shoes.

Male voices echoed in the courtyard and on the patio. I heard Jason’s voice and hurried to the door and opened it. He was walking by my room when I did so, and he stopped short when he saw me.

“Kyra,” he exclaimed and reached for me. He stepped close and wrapped his arms around me as I leaned my head on his chest.

“Jason,” I sighed, savoring his warmth and wrapping my arms around his upper body.

“God, I’ve missed you!” he said with his nose in my hair. “So much.”

“Me t—” My words were cut off as pain erupted around my neck. I screamed and fell to the ground, hugging my arms to my chest. I knew pulling at the necklace would just make things worse.

The pain continued until I saw Nathan’s feet in front of me. The needles disappeared and I looked up to see him frowning down at me, eyes hard and dark.

“I warned you,” he growled.

“Nathan, it’s not her fault,” Jason said quickly. “I’m the one who grabbed her.”

Nathan’s expression didn’t change, nor did he look away from me. “Get up,” he snapped.

Still feeling the residual pain, I struggled to my feet around the long skirt. Some of my hair had come loose from the braid and it hung in my face, clinging to the tears that had fallen down my cheeks.

Nathan reached behind me and yanked on my braid. “I don’t want to see your hair bound up,” he snarled. “It should be loose at all times. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Patrón,” I whispered, terrified of him once again. I pulled at my hair until it was loose.

He glared at me for a moment longer and then turned on his heel and strode away toward the staircase. “Come, Kyra,” he snapped when I didn’t follow immediately.

I picked up my skirts and ran after him.

My nerves stripped me of my appetite and I trembled any time Nathan’s hand moved toward me, whether to pick up his fork or glass. I didn’t dare look at Jason. I didn’t dare look at anything except the plate in front of me.

Once again, I was seated between Mark and Nathan. More men were there than at lunch and I was the only woman at a table of eleven men. Conversation flowed around me, but no one spoke
to
me. Why was I here? What purpose did my presence accomplish, save torturing both myself and Jason? It was a heavy reminder we weren’t allowed to be together.