Semi-Hard (11 page)

Dillon woke to her squirming and tightening in jerks, while she moaned in her sleep and squeezed her thighs around his leg.
 
He had no idea what specific memory of her abduction she was dreaming about, but he had no doubt that was what accompanied her sleep.
 
His cock twitched and rose, and he groaned when a small familiar fist wrapped around him, stroking in absentminded sleep while she continued her erotic nighttime torture.

The thought of the passion on her fearful face when he bound her in ropes or when he led her to the edge of climax, made him throb with the need to be inside her.
 
Viktor had recognized his obsession with Tiana, and over the past months he had introduced him to two of his own favorite slaves.
 
It made his feelings for the girl less upsetting when he realized that many of the men had a favorite slave.
 
For the Masters to receive such devotion was a situation that was actually envied… rather than viewed as a weakness.
 
Damn, he could not stand any more.
 
Her fingers had moved down to caress and stroke his balls.

Dillon brushed a hand down her back until he felt her stretch and begin to awaken.
 
It was still dark in the room when he whispered, “Are you wet, Tiana?”

Tiana froze.
 
Could he possibly know that he filled her dreams?
 
That his erotic tortures consumed her?
 
“Yes, Master Dillon,” she quivered.

“Show me how you’ve missed me, sweetheart.”
 
Dillon pulled her on top of him, and she knelt as she sank onto his cock.

The feeling of him filling her almost made her climax, and her pussy gripped to hold onto his shaft.
 
When she reached behind to stroke his sack while she rode his length, he held the weight of her breasts and squeezed.
 
He slid his hands up her soft skin, and he crushed her erect nipples, making her gasp.
 
Her pussy clenched tight, and shudders wracked through her channel as his fingers pinched harder, trapping the blood and engorging her tips.

“I think you have missed me quite a bit, sweetheart,” he chuckled softly.

“Yes, Master Dillon,” she quivered.
 
She squeezed and slid until they erupted in a passion that both had been missing.
 
Tiana remained kneeling on top of him until he pulled her back onto his chest.

Dillon stroked the length of her hair down her back.
 
“Once you worked beyond your panic of being abducted, what did you think about our time together?
 
I asked you once, at the beginning, but you didn’t answer.
 
I don’t think you knew, back then.”

Tiana rose up and ran a finger gently over his lips.
 
She said softly, “
You
knew, didn’t you.”
 
It was a statement, not a question.
 
“Even that last day when I thought I was being turned into what all the other girls had become… except maybe Audrey,” she added with a small laugh.

Dillon chuckled, “No, not Audrey.
 
A campfire could not heat that one up.”
 
He brushed his fingers across her forehead.

“I was so afraid when I realized that it was over.”
 
Dillon felt a slight shiver go through her.
 
“Audrey thought they had caught you, but for some reason I knew that you had escaped before they told us.
 
At night, I used to try to think of other things, but my mind always drifted back to my time with you.
 
It took a long time, and a few disappointed dates, for me to realize that no one else made me feel things like you can.
 
It just seems so wrong to me, to feel aroused by the terrible things you do to me.”
 
Tiana had never had a conversation with him before, but she realized they must share something for Viktor to have gone through the trouble to bring her to him.

“In answer, yes, I did know early on…
 
But no, it is not what the other girls eventually become.
 
They learn to accept what is desired from them, but you embrace it… and that is very different.
 
It was a reaction I’d never received before.”
 
He returned to stroking her back.

“I know you don’t like questions, but what’s going to happen to me now?” Tiana ventured.

It took a moment before Dillon answered.
 
“You’re right, I don’t like questions.”
 
He kissed the top of her head.
 
“Go back to sleep, sweetheart.
 
You have a busy day tomorrow.”

Tiana settled back onto his chest, and she smiled as she closed her eyes.

CHAPTER V

Tiana stretched and felt Dillon still beside her.
 
She lifted her head off of his chest and stared at him with wide blue eyes.
 
The talk in the dark was like two different people, but basically they had acknowledged what they needed from each other.
 
It was a new kind of fear that the relationship had altered, and she had no idea what was expected from her.

“Good morning, sweetheart.
 
Come wash my back.”
 
Dillon wandered towards the bathroom, with Tiana following and admiring the handsome cowboy’s body.

The shower was an elaborate affair, with granite walls and benches.
 
Tiana noted the metal eyes embedded in the rock and the chain that hung from the ceiling.
 
She began with his back, and tentatively soaped up his nice ass before reaching around to his cock.
 
The sliding soap caused the desired reaction, but instead of being bent over one of the benches, Tiana found herself kneeling on the stone floor with his rod in her mouth.

Dillon grasped her head while he thrust between her lips, imagining when he would teach her to take his full length.
 
When he finished empting into her throat, he pulled her to her feet and had her hold her wrists up.
 
He lowered the chain from the ceiling, and noted the shine of anxious fear in her eyes as he secured her.
 
A few turns of the crank and she was up on her toes with her wet body taut.

Dillon rubbed soap between his palms and began a slow, seductive lathering over her body.
 
He soaped her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and while he soaped her mound he let a finger slide along her folds.
 
He waited for her to respond, to begin to push into his fingers, and he smacked her ass hard with his other hand.

“Oh,” she gasped at the unexpected blow.
 
He spanked her again and he felt her tremble.
 
By the third blow, his finger drew juices and he wiggled across her clit.
 
She stretched her legs, trying to draw towards his hand and seek release.

As soon as Dillon heard her breathing change, he left her hanging and turned off the water.
 
He did not return to her until he had finished dressing, and his balls tightened briefly at the desire in her eyes.
 
She remained silent while he unhooked her, and he told her to kneel in front of his chair by the fireplace.

“You will remain in this room until you learn to present yourself properly.
 
Today, I want you to practice rolling smoothly to a stand.
 
Use the mirror, because you will be punished when I come back if you wobble or jerk.”

“Yes, Master Dillon.”
 
Tiana wanted to know how long he would be gone.
 
She would have liked to go with him, but the message was clear.
 
She would have to learn appropriate behavior and positions of a slave before he would let her be seen with him.

“Breakfast and lunch will be sent to you.
 
Kneel quietly by your cage when you hear the knock on the door.”

“Yes, Master Dillon.”

“There is a toothbrush and hairbrush in the right hand drawer in the bathroom.
 
Do not touch anything else.”

“Yes, Master Dillon.”

He rose and looked down at her.
 
“I’ll know if you do.”
 
With that, he turned and left the room.
 
She heard the door lock from the other side.

Tiana walked to a floor length mirror with sides that angled out.
 
She knelt and pushed to a stand, scrambling her feet to keep her balance.
 
Damn, this is going to be harder than I thought.
 
Tiana figured she could accomplish the smooth roll with no problem.
 
Thirty minutes later when there was a knock on the door, she was still wobbling and she felt the beginning strain on the muscles in her legs as she hurried over to the cage.

She knelt silently as a girl about her own age placed a tray of fruit and oatmeal in front of her with a bottle of water.
 
Tiana began eating while the girl moved to make the bed.
 
The black collar and cuffs on the girl had Viktor’s estate marking but no particular designation beyond that.
 
Tiana learned later that she was a house slave, and available to anyone who wanted her.

“You are American… for the cowboy?”

Tiana looked up, and nodded.
 
The naked girl was watching her with a curious expression that made Tiana nervous, so she returned to her meal.

“The cowboy is a frightening man.
 
He is the cruelest trainer.”

Tiana continued to eat.

“Perhaps, I could take you out of here, to meet the other slaves?
 
The cowboy will be gone until evening.”

Tiana’s fingers stalled, and she looked up and glared at the girl.
 
She shook her head and turned her back to her.

Viktor chuckled.
 
“If Natasha cannot gain her confidence, you must have truly scared her.
 
What form of punishment did you tell her?”

Dillon watched Tiana through the monitor.
 
“None.
 
Just told her to keep quiet when her meal came.”

“She wants to be with you,” Viktor decided.
 
Dillon left to the training quarters, and Viktor continued to monitor Tiana throughout the day, in between other business interests.
 
He smiled to himself in the afternoon when the girl was holding her thighs and groaning while she stood.
 
Her rises were quite accomplished, however.
 
Except for the strain from practicing, she rolled as seamlessly as one who had had three months training.

When Dillon came back to the room, Tiana was kneeling by her cage.
 
Except for a few attempts, she had stopped torturing her legs an hour ago.
 
He ignored her, and walked to the bathroom to wash up for dinner.
 
After his shower, he changed into a sweater, along with his customary jeans and boots.
 
“Brush your hair.
 
Viktor wants us to join him in the dining room.”

“Yes, Master Dillon.”
 
Tiana clenched her jaw and rolled to a stand, and she glanced at Dillon for approval.
 
He had his back to her while he searched the dresser for something.

Dillon had watched her rise in the mirror, but he turned his eyes down before she caught him.
 
It was another little game to let her work hard all day and have him refuse to acknowledge her effort.
 
She would learn that the routine orders were expected to be done without reward or encouragement.

Tiana walked out of the bathroom with her shining brown hair swishing across her waist.
 
The ache in her legs was a reminder of how hard she had worked to accomplish the task he had left her with, and she was anxious to give him a display… until she saw the leash in his hands.
 
Wordlessly, Tiana backed towards the cage while her wide eyes fixed on the strap.

Dillon’s eyes narrowed at her obstinate move.
 
“Come here,” he demanded.

Tiana slowly moved towards him, still focusing on the leash.
 
Surely, he could not mean to lead her through the mansion like a dog?
 
He must know that she would follow him without it.
 
She expected the humiliation of having him clip it to the collar, but instead he pushed her forward over the arm of the chair.
 
He held her down with a hand splayed on her back, and the leather strap smashed down onto her bottom.
 
“Ow!” she shrieked, and she reached a hand back to protect herself.

“Hands in front, on the other arm of the chair,” Dillon ordered.
 
He could see her beginning to tremble as she stretched to reach.
 
“Acknowledge me, slave.”

“Yes, Master Dillon.”

The tremble of her soft voice was already causing his balls to tighten and fill his cock.
 
Damn, she excited him.
 
Dillon drew the strap across the very top of her thighs and she jerked and let out a sob, clenching her bottom and the chair with her little fists.
 
Two red welts were rising, and Dillon added a third, centered on the fleshiest part of her ass.
 
They would be an enviable addition for the other Masters upstairs to view.

Dillon opened his zipper and pushed into her wet warmth, holding her hips while she continued to grip the chair and shudder.
 
Within a few strokes, her sobs were alternating with passionate gasps as she pushed back into him.
 
They erupted together, and he pulled her up by her hair and chuckled.
 
“Go wash up.
 
I think you disobeyed me on purpose.”

Tiana was not sure of her voice, but she rubbed her bottom and shook her head.
 
He clipped on the leash when she returned from the bathroom, and she stood still without balking.
 
“When we stop, clasp your hands behind your back unless I tell you to kneel.
 
You are not to say a word unless it is to acknowledge me or to answer a question.”

“Yes, Master Dillon.”
 
Tiana followed him out of the room, and she studied the surroundings a little closer than she had in her exhausted state the night before.

The basement hallway was dank and musty gray concrete.
 
Dillon opened a door that led upstairs and they exited into a world of wealth.
 
The carpets were plush and colorful, and the hall led to expansive rooms with paintings and sculptures.
 
She saw many naked women hurrying with serving trays and on other missions while Dillon led her to the parlor she had been in the previous evening.
 
There were several of the same people sitting on various chairs and sofas, each with a slave girl leashed and kneeling by their side.

Viktor’s eyes narrowed with approval at the welts.
 
Of course, he had watched the lashes administered, and he had been astonished at the girl’s passionate response to the encounter following the punishment.
 
She knelt silently by Dillon, looking around the room.
 
Dillon saw Viktor watching them, and he whispered, “Eyes down, Tiana.”

“Yes, Master Dillon,” she whispered back.

Viktor’s voice boomed out, “Katya, my dear.
 
So nice of you to join us this evening with your new little pet.”

Tiana was dying to look up, but she fixed her eyes onto an intricate design on the carpet.
 
She heard the light smacking of kisses, and strained to keep her head down and still get a glimpse of a woman who was
not
a slave in their world.

“Boris, you remember my wife, Katya, don’t you?” Viktor asked.

“Yes, though it has been a long time.
 
You are as beautiful as you were when I last saw you.”

“Thank you, Boris,” a woman purred.
 
There was a snap of fingers from the direction of the woman.

“She is behaving, Katya?” Viktor asked.

“She is boring and unresponsive, Viktor.
 
Just the type I like to break and train to my demands,” the woman responded pleasantly.

“Dillon, I believe your new gift is familiar with Katya’s new pet,” Viktor suggested.

Dillon smiled.
 
“Tiana, say hello to Audrey, sweetheart.”

Tiana’s head snapped up and she looked across the room.
 
A beautiful European woman lay stretched on a chaise in a blue silk evening gown, smiling, with a glass of wine in her hand.
 
She had a slave clipped to the end of a bejeweled black leather leash, and it took Tiana a moment to recognize that the girl was Audrey.

Audrey’s lips trembled as the pretty girl kneeling by Dillon stared at her.
 
Tiana’s hair was shimmering over her naked breasts and down her back, while her own head had been shaved on the sides.
 
The burning ointment of a strong depilatory had been rubbed into the skin and left on for two days so that the follicles had died and the hair would not grow back.
 
Her scalp was still raw from where they had tattooed the likeness of a leopard pelt on the skin.
 
Eventually, the horrible Mistress was going to have her entire body… including her face… marked in the design of the cat.

“She is a pussy for my pussy,” the woman purred toward Tiana, and she stroked the remaining fur on Audrey’s head.
 
Katya looked up at Dillon and pouted.
 
“I did expect a little more from a slave with your training, Dillon.
 
This one puts forth little effort in trying to please me.”

“She didn’t do much for me either,” Dillon chuckled.
 
“Though, she did seem to enjoy getting between my slave’s thighs.”

Audrey and Tiana both wanted to scream, and Tiana’s cheeks flooded with embarrassment.
 
She looked down towards the carpet, but not before Katya noticed the humiliated tears filling her eyes.
 
“Perhaps, you could demonstrate your technique for us, cowboy.”

Dillon shrugged.
 
The whole scenario had been planned earlier, and the men across the room were forcing themselves not to appear overly aroused by Katya’s suggestion.
 
He unclipped Tiana’s leash and said, “Lie in the middle of the floor and raise your knees.”

Tiana’s mouth dropped open and she squeezed her eyes closed, willing herself away… back to her college apartment… away from Dillon… away from…