The Slave (22 page)

Robin fled to the kitchen wanting to
cry.

Leon was just corking a bottle of single
malt when she entered, her eyes bright with formed tears.

“
Now, now, don’t you muss up that
sweet face,” he said softly, dabbing at her with his ever-present
kindness. “But if you’re gonna cry, be sure to cry real
nice.”

Robin managed to smile despite her distress.
She sighed, took a deeper breath and picked up the tray. Then, with
one more glance at Leon, she whispered, “You never said he was so
good looking.”

Leon winked and turned his attention to
unpacking the food.

The strap was on the hall table. Robin
picked it up, then went into the living room to serve the drinks.
That, at least, she managed to do with competence. When she put the
tray out of the way, she presented the strap in a neat, elegant
movement that brought her back to her knees before Chris, her head
bowed.

“
That’s more like it,” Reynolds
chuckled.

“
Up and present!” Chris snapped his
fingers and pointed, and up Robin leapt. In a moment, she was
kneeling on the sturdy coffee table, her ass jutting up and out,
her hands braced on the table surface. She was facing Mr. Reynolds,
who uncrossed his legs and eased back into his seat with that same
frank look of appraisal on his face. She swallowed hard, and
dropped her eyes from his.

The first stroke of the strap caught her
across the backs of her thighs, and she whimpered, clenching her
eyes and teeth. As Chris raised and lowered the doubled strap over
and over, Robin felt acutely aware of every move her body made in
reaction. The tensing of her rear cheeks, as they tightened in a
futile attempt to dim the spreading heat and pain, the arching of
her back as she thrust her ass cheeks out again and again, meeting
the wallops with the same earnest shame she felt in all of her
punishments.

Having such an attentive audience only made
the experience sharper. As the blows drove into her, blazing
through her skin, she dipped her head lower and lower, and gasped
when Chris’s hand grasped a handful of her hair and jerked her head
up, so that her red and tear-streaked face was displayed for the
visitor.

She had expected to see a smile on his lips,
expected to hear him laugh or make some comment. But he reached out
and touched a finger to her cheek, tracing a line across the tears,
and trailing it down to her chin. All the while, Chris’s arm never
faltered; it rose and fell in the same terrible rhythm until
Robin’s breath became ragged and choked.

When he finally stopped, she kissed the
strap with passionate thanks, and did the same to his boot when let
her get down from the table.

Through all this, Gordon Reynolds said
nothing. When Robin picked up her tray and returned it to the
kitchen, she could hear the two men going back to their discussion
as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

This is a life where your time
is divided into two distinct areas
, she thought as she and Leon served
dinner.
Either you’re invisible and ignored, or you’re the center
of attention. And there’s no middle ground.

It was so difficult. And so wonderful.

* * * *

Her wrists were cuffed and clipped together
over her head, stretching her body up to the fullest, so that she
could rest only on the balls of her feet when Gordon pushed her
legs apart. It turned out he liked her thighs spread as wide as she
could hold them. The stinging rod in his hand attested to his
annoyance when she drew them even an inch closer together to regain
her balance. Her inner thighs were crisscrossed with pink and red
stripes.

Chris watched from the bed, one knee drawn
up, his right heel resting on Leon’s back. Leon was on his knees,
his own legs spread over Chris’s left leg, his cock and balls
pressed against the floor by Chris’s boot. Occasionally, Leon made
muffled sounds and writhed a little, but Robin had really lost
track of what was happening to him.

There was too much happening to her.

Gordon had already “warmed her up” with a
hand spanking that brought up all the pain from her earlier
strapping and then added to it. She could actually feel the heat
almost radiating from her before the man made a gruff sound of
satisfaction and turned his attention to other parts of her
body.

After he had spent the time to thoroughly
weave a thick pattern of lines across her thighs, he stepped back
to admire her. She was stretched out as far as she could stand, her
body slightly arched, sweat trickling down between her breasts, her
breath coming in shallow gasps. With a slight smile, he nodded.

“
That’s better,” he murmured. “Nice to
see a girl worked over good.”

“
Do you want the boy back?” Chris
asked.

“
Yes, for a little bit.”

Chris unhooked his right leg and pushed Leon
away from him with it. Leon scrambled across the floor on his hands
and knees, his cock swinging low and hard between his legs. His
face was flushed pink.

Robin had a clear view of the action as Leon
attentively helped his master disrobe, taking the clothing and
folding it neatly and placing it out of the way. As Gordon’s hard
body was revealed, Robin bit back a moan. He was a beautiful man,
with that natural grace that comes from an active life as opposed
to a structured gym schedule. And although there was a hint of
softness around his middle, his chest was broad and deep. His cock,
when it was freed from the briefs that held it close to his body,
seemed to almost extend itself toward her.

It was unbearable to even think about how
much she wanted it.

But he kept his distance and stood while
Leon carefully put the last of his clothing away and brought back,
without direction, a gold-colored foil package shaped like a coin.
The blond slave waited on his knees, his head up and his hands
cupped around the coin until Reynolds made a gesture so subtle that
Robin missed it in a blink. Dry-mouthed and shaking from the strain
and tension of her bondage, she watched as Leon sheathed his
master’s cock in latex, smoothing the translucent cover along the
flesh with his lips and tongue, taking it all into his mouth with
practiced ease. His blond hair fell back over his shoulders as his
body sank lower, taking that cock deep down, covering it until the
head was lodged in his throat.

And Reynolds drew it out with a sigh and
walked back to Robin without a word. She felt the warm wetness of
him touch her hot and aching inner thigh and moaned.

He caressed her, taking her breasts gently
into his hands and cupping them, lifting them up, and away from her
body. That slight movement made her shift in her bonds, one foot
dragging along the floor as she fought to keep her legs apart. He
paid no attention to her efforts, but continued playing with her
flesh, compressing his fingers around the soft roundness, trailing
them forward to brush her erect nipples. Back and forth, always
gentle, always teasing, until once again Robin’s breath came in
gasps of pleasure and she pressed up and toward him, her sex
starved for a touch.

And then, suddenly, he lifted her with two
strong hands on her hips, and brought her up into the air. A flash
of heat between her legs, and she parted them even more, astonished
by the release of tension from her arms and legs, now desperate for
the promise of his cock.

And she took it into her, with one strong,
smooth motion, sliding along her slick, velvety walls until it was
buried in her body up to his heavy balls. He laughed then, a
startling thing, but Robin was beyond noticing. She cried out and
wrapped her legs around him, climbing up the back of his body, and
thrust herself back at him, her entire being filled by his
thrusting organ. He brought his body in closer and settled her
comfortably onto him, and then took her breasts into his hands
again.

“
Now work for my pleasure, little
one,” he said, pinching her nipples sharply. “Make your hips grind
into me, make me feel you sucking my cock into your hot cunt. You
can do that, can’t you?”

Robin moaned and fell backward a little,
resting against the pull of the cuffs. Oh she could do as he asked,
but for how long? Already, her sex was pulsating with need, and her
legs were tight with the strength of her passion. Reynolds gave her
nipples another twist and then lowered his head to take one in his
mouth. As he jerked down, his teeth clamping around the tender bud,
she cried out and threw herself into him. With another laugh, he
let the trapped nipple loose and wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her in tighter. Her hips thrust against his body, taking
him in, and pushing herself away again. And when he crushed her
against him, cupping her inflamed ass cheeks in his hands, she
could easily see what was happening across the room.

Chris was now seated against the wall in
shadow, and Leon’s head was in his lap. She could see the darker
outline of Chris’s hand in Leon’s hair, a tight fist, keeping the
slave’s mouth moving back and forth over a stiff cock jutting out
of Chris’s open fly. Robin could even see the glint of the silver
buttons catching what little light there was in that corner of the
room. Leon’s pale body was shuddering against the surface of the
bed, his hands tightly clasped behind his back.

Suddenly, the room seemed to spin! The
churning combination of sensations and the vision of this act
across the room, the stretching of every muscle of her body and the
fullness of her cunt, all of it swept through her and over her,
drowning her in ecstasy. Gordon Reynolds pulled her head back, and
met her eyes with his, dark and blazing with passion.

“
Come for me, baby,” he growled,
thrusting up against her. “Make me feel it.”

And the explosion that followed made Robin
scream.

Her entire body thrust back at
him, engulfing him, feeling every inch of his body where it pressed
against hers, her nipples crushed against his chest, her heels
drumming against his back. Her fingers grasped the chain above her
leather cuffs, clenching and unclenching in spasms of release. And
her hips ground against the man in an incessant rhythm, yes, yes,
yes,
yes
!

She could barely hear Chris’s dry chuckle
from across the room. Her heart’s pounding was drowning out the
other sounds in the room, including the slapping of flesh between
her legs. Her head fell back as she gasped for air, and Gordon
leaned forward and caught her lips against his, taking them into
his mouth, tasting her as she gasped and moaned her pleasure.

By the time he released her and let her legs
fall back to the floor, she was unable to stand on her own. He
unsnapped the hook holding her up and let her go down to her hands
and knees. On her way down, she kissed his hands, and glimpsed, out
of the corner of her eye, his glistening cock, still wrapped in its
protective sheath, covered with her juices. He was still hard. He
had not taken his full pleasure with her.

“
She’s nice.” Reynolds’ voice cut
through the roaring in her ears. “Very responsive. She’s ripe for
another round or three.” He laughed again.

There was silence for a moment, and Robin
dipped her head down to try to catch her breath. Should she thank
him for the compliment? No, he wasn’t speaking to her directly.
Thoughts ran through her head and got tangled in the wave of
pleasure still sweeping through her.

“
Turn around, Robin,” Chris’s voice
finally cut through the threads. She turned slowly, carefully,
staying on her hands and knees, until she faced him
again.

Kneeling on the floor in front of her, his
hands still behind his back, was Leon. His cock, pale and smooth,
hard and curved slightly away from his body, was directly before
her eyes.

“
Kiss it,” Chris said softly. The room
seemed to shimmer with heat around her. She leaned forward and
pursed her lips gently, and touched them lightly to the soft round
head, feeling a tremor run through him in response.

The next command was only natural.

“
Suck it. Just a little.”

Carefully, she pushed her body forward to
take the head of Leon’s cock into her mouth. Washing it with her
tongue, she slid forward, ducking and turning her head to ease
herself down over it, to cover it with her adoring lips. She heard
a shuddering moan come from above her.

She continued, moving her mouth and lips,
flicking his cock with her darting tongue when she drew back.
Drawing her breath in, she allowed it to rush out in heated waves
along his shaft, until his hips started to thrust against her and
he was pulled sharply away. She almost fell forward in
surprise.

“
Get this on him. You saw how he did
it for his Master. Do the same.”

Her hands trembled as she picked up the
little foil coin, but she managed to keep a grip on it, despite the
weight of the cuffs still around her wrists. Leon’s face was
unreadable, caught between rapture and frustration. But his cock
jutted out, wet from the touch of her mouth. She obediently covered
it, caressing the tight latex down over him, feeling the shivers
that came with that compression, that promise. His chest was tight,
his shoulders shaking with the strength he needed to keep his arms
behind his back.

When Robin pulled back, having smoothed the
latex down with her lips until Leon’s cock was wrapped from crown
to root, she glanced shyly at Chris. He was standing in the light
now, his cock back inside the buttoned fly of his jeans, and he was
holding a robe for Mr. Reynolds. Something in the way he performed
this common, homey task resonated in her.