Silently he sat in the great leather chair by the fire, a large man with military bearing and the stern demeanor of one who is used to being obeyed. He paused, his dark gaze giving no quarter until finally he curled his index finger and bade me to approach. I wanted to run, to hide my insecurities from his invasive glare, but it was too late. Inwardly I cringed. Would I please this strong and forbidding man, I wondered? Could I?
The living hush of the room wrapped itself about my trembling body, quivering like jelly between my thighs. Would he tell me what was expected of me, or was I simply too inexperienced and poorly trained to know? I quailed at the thought. Even now my "sisters-in-bondage" waited in the main dormitory for me to fail, hoping against hope they might be chosen to fill my place.
Finally, my would-be Master nodded for me to close the remaining distance between us, capturing me between his rock-hard thighs. His eyes traveled the length of my body, piercingly discarding my silken finery as if I were already naked before him. A flush crept along my cheeks as he slowly slid his fingers over the filmy halter of my dress, cupping my breasts, assessing their measure. Then his hands, large and demanding, began to caress my soft flesh, kneading my hardening nipples until moisture began to seep into my panties and I found myself pressing warmly into his palms.
"Take off your clothes", he rasped in unwavering tones. "I want to see you."
I shrank inside, the discordant pounding of my heart throbbing maddeningly in my temples. Would I pass his inspection? Quickly I raised my hands and began to release the neck strap of my halter dress. A tug at the knot, and I felt my breasts escape their confinement, exposed now to his lascivious glare as he paused impatiently to wait for what was to come. Hurriedly, I lowered the halter about my waist, then bent forward and reached behind my back to fumble clumsily with the hidden hook that would complete my task.
My Master, for that is how I thought of him already, watched in appreciation as my nipples grew and pruned beneath his inspection. Again he reached for me, this time giving a painful tweak in passing as he slid his hand beneath the edge of my short, thigh-length hemline.
"Finish it," he demanded, his eyes growing darker as he probed between my thighs. "…and then the thong."
Obediently, I released the final clasp that secured my garment, then watched as it drifted into a silken pool about my feet. "You're wet." He said, his eyes taking in the moist triangle of my lacy panties. "Why? I want to hear you say it."
Shamefaced, I opened my mouth to speak, to explain the suppressed hunger that raged unfulfilled within me. But try as I might, all that came out were the muted whinings of an untried girl, desperate to succeed in an endeavor far beyond her experience.
Impatient to proceed, my Master then reached out his hand, grasped the moist undergarment and gave a sharp tug, rending it from my body. "Kneel," he demanded, "here, on the floor between my feet. Then lean back on your heels and open your slit. I want to see how ready you are."
Shaking visibly, I did as he directed, pausing only to brush the clothing from beneath me as I lowered myself before the tight, hard bulge of his straining zipper. Then, fingers trembling, I reached between my legs and parted the shaven aperture of my sex for his inspection.
By now the moisture seeping between my legs had begun to pool and drizzle along my inner thighs, leaving slick, wet trails along my shivering flesh. I reddened, humiliated at my weakness. What must my Master think of me?
"Very wet," he commented, apparently satisfied, "and unbroken. Do you know your craft, Little One?"
My craft? I had only entered this service mere days before. I was "untried", an innocent. What did I know of "craft"? "I-I can learn, Sir," I stammered pleadingly, "…if you'll give me a chance."
Wordlessly he nodded, and then slowly lowering his zipper he eased his engorged member into view. It was huge! Nothing could have prepared me for this monster!
"Take it into your mouth, Girl," he ordered. "Suck it like your future depends on it…because it does."
Chapter One: Noelle
The streets of Miami were cold and stark in spite of the gentle breezes that hurried the fast food wrappers past my cardboard hovel on 27th Avenue. I would have to leave soon, I thought. Already men, dark and dirty, had been gathering near the alleyway, assessing my vulnerability. It would not be long until one of them decided to make his move.
I had been here, on Miami's south side for a mere two days, but already I knew what desperation felt like. Begging for coins from the tourists had kept my belly satisfied, but it had also drawn attention to my helplessness. Why I had ever followed my boyfriend, Lee, to this town, trusted him and placed myself in his hands, I'll never know. It had been a mistake, a serious one, and now my strict, orthodox parents would never take me back. I was on my own.
Shadows from the tall buildings around me began to lengthen. The sky darkened and a chill breeze blew in from the sea. Other street people began to settle in for the night, each in their own respective corner, ever-watchful of each other as they curled protectively in the only nooks and doorways that they could call home.
I too began to settle myself, searching the small passing of faces in vain for the elderly woman who had been my mentor for the past few nights, but finding only the hungry presence of the vagrants who surrounded me. Frightened, I waited as darkness overcame the small gathering and she failed to make an appearance. What was I to do I wondered, scanning the cruel eyes and urine soaked clothing of the men who gathered ever closer to my refuge. How could I….
"You alone tonight, Girlie?" a voice whispered menacingly from the darkness. "You ain't got Selma to take care of you no more. She ain't coming back…but I am."
Averting my eyes, I scuttled back against the far wall of my cardboard shelter, hoping in vain that my tormentor would move along to greener pastures. Instead the Goliath moved closer, his large disheveled body filling the small opening of my enclosure until it seemed as though he had eclipsed the entire world. It was then I saw that there was not one, but three burly men pressing hotly into my diminutive space, and I began to cry.
"Leave me alone!" I pleaded, gathering my knees to my chest as salty tears cut trails down my grungy cheeks, "I'll scream!"
They laughed then, as though I had said something comedic. "Go ahead, Girlie. Scream all you like," Goliath replied, smirking. "Do you think anybody cares if somebody like you gets fucked-over now and then? You're garbage, and I'm the trash collector."
My tormentors quickly surrounded me, pinning me to the pavement and forcing my wrists above my head. Terrified, I opened my mouth and screamed, hoping against hope that they had been wrong. Instead, a resounding clout sent stars spinning madly behind my eyelids.
"Shut up, Bitch," another voice intruded, "…or I'll cut your throat." Then, stuffing a filthy rag into my mouth, they began to tear at my clothing, grouping at my shivering flesh with their unwashed paws.
Oh how I wished I had never left home! I had trusted Lee to take care of me, to marry me and be mine forever. Instead, he had been little better than these men who were now stripping the last vestiges of my innocence from me. I had saved my virginity for my husband, and now I would have it torn from me by not one, but three brutal rapists in a filthy alleyway far, far from home. Life was a cruel joke indeed.
The smell of unwashed bodies filled the tiny enclosure as I heard the first zipper hiss in the darkness. Immediately, another followed, and I felt the hard press of a blade against my cheek. Rough hands spread my thighs, and cold fingers parted my quivering sex.
"It's that sweet mouth I want," the second voice grumbled in the darkness. "You can have that puss, but I'm gonna teach this bitch how to suck." Suddenly, my head was imprisoned between a pair of hairy thighs, blotting out the crude fumbling that threatened my virginity below.
Again the second voice pierced the stillness. "I'm takin' this rag out, Girlie, and replacing it with somethin' better. And you're gonna take it, hear? You're gonna take it all the way down…no teeth, or I'm gonna cut you. Understand?"
It was dark now, so dark, but the mere smell of his member was enough to cause the gorge to rise in my throat. Why hadn't I just given Lee what he wanted? Surely anything was better than this!
Groping in the darkness, the animal jammed his thumbs into the corners of my mouth, forcing my lips apart and battering his musky sex against my teeth. Immediately, I began to gag, and his laughter filled the enclosure. "Open up, Bitch. Daddy's coming," he sneered, and thrust once again.
The brute between my thighs now pinned my legs apart with his knees and began to probe my slit with his filthy organ. I tried to protest, tried to fight, but it only elicited another blow to the side of my head and a gale of laughter from my tormentors. Then, just as I felt his hardened rod threatening my chastity, the cardboard hovel was torn from its position around us and a skirmish ensued. Rough voices filled the unlit gloom of the alleyway, and desperate footsteps scurried in retreat.
Finally, I heard a tiny click, and a beam of light blinded me from above. "Girl, you do NOT belong here," my rescuer commented with slow and easy emphasis. "You'd better come with me."
Grateful for my reprieve, whatever it might entail, I rose from the pavement and attempted to gather my tattered rags about me. My Samaritan scanned my body then, the beam of his flashlight assessing the remains of my garments. "Here, take this," he offered, wrapping a long, uniform jacket about my shoulders. "It'll do for the moment," he said. Then, leading me from the alley, he placed me in what appeared to be an official vehicle of some sort, and we slowly made our way from the slums toward the upscale part of town.
The glow from the streetlights now glared brightly through the windshield, displaying the face of the man who had delivered me from my erstwhile rapists. It was a kind face, but world-weary. His eyes spoke of an intent I was yet to discover as we silently covered the miles through the well-lit streets and out into the countryside. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, we turned down a long, narrow lane and left the dwindling bustle of traffic far behind.
After a few minutes a house, no…a mansion, appeared among the trees, and we came to a halt. "They're expecting you," my mysterious hero murmured. "Go inside and do as you're told. It's either this, or back to the streets, and I don't think you'd survive that."
Gently, he tugged the jacket from my shoulders and opened the car door from the inside. As if on cue, lights filled the windows of the mansion, and the heavy wooden door was thrown wide. I turned to my deliverer in askance, but he was already shifting the car into drive. "Go on, "he said, "…and make the best of it." And then he was gone.
A young woman now made her way down the sprawling steps toward me, a warm, woven robe held outstretched in her hands. Smiling, she wrapped it about my partially naked body, exposing a set of ornate leather cuffs which were tightly secured about her wrists.
She smiled, the backs of her fingers brushing inadvertently against my exposed breast (an accident?). "Don't worry about these bracelets, "she whispered in seductive tones. "You'll get used to them in no time. As a matter of fact, if you're very good, you'll have these and a collar to match."
So saying, she led me up the stone steps and into the well-lit interiors of the mansion. I had never seen such a place! All about me where the trappings of opulence. Graceful sculptures, nudes entwined in passion surrounding a clear and sparkling pool. Trees, full grown and heavy with succulent blossoms filled the room, serviced by a high atrium dome of clear glass. Marble floors passed beneath my feet as I was led from one magnificent room through another until finally my guide drew me into a chamber of women dressed in silken garments that did little to hide their voluptuous forms.
"This will seem strange at first," she smiled, her fingers stroking my cheek. "But, it's better than the alternatives out there. We'll prepare you now, and then the Master will decide if you will be allowed to stay."
Immediately, the women closed about me, taking from me the last shreds of my former life and assessing my recently formed attributes. "You're very slim," one commented. The Master will like that…and full breasted. He likes an ample bosom as well. But, oh…so small! Most men here at "The Manse" prefer their pleasures from one more…statuesque. But, you may be something unusual, tiny one. Perhaps you'll do."
Do? What would I be expected to "do"? Had I been rescued from one trial only to be delivered into another?
The women set to work then and drew a warm, scented bath to wash away the grime of the streets. Fragrant shampoo was gently massaged into my soiled hair until their fingers fairly lulled me into the first restful sleep I'd had in many days. Then, buffing my pink body with warm, fluffy towels, they pressed me naked into a salon chair and began to prepare me for their "Master"
Nimble fingers began to coax my auburn locks into a leonine coiffure, while a pair of smiling handmaidens laved scented oils over my glowing flesh. A forth spread wide my thighs and lathered my sex, a razor clasped in her hand, and began to draw it carefully over my heated mound and labia. Then, bearing a small pot of scented rouge, a beautiful woman of Nordic descent began to apply a delicate shade of dusky rose to both my nipples and nether lips. Finally, their task almost complete, the women of The Manse presented me with a silken garment designed to emphasize my attributes.
I was shocked! The dress, if that's what you could call it, was more of a skirted bustier that forced my naked breasts outward in a most lascivious manner, while cinching my waist until I could barely breathe. The skirt was split to the waist in both the front and the back and parted as I moved, exposing my body in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Undergarments were apparently not included in this costume, and the silken fabric brushed against my newly shaved mound in a most disturbing manner.
Finally, a set of thick, leather cuffs, not nearly as decorative as my guide's, were locked into place about my wrists and ankles. These were quickly joined by a matching collar secured closely about my throat. Then, their job completed, the women of The Manse led me down the finely carpeted corridor to the chambers of their Master for his approval.
The Master's salon was well appointed, reminiscent of an English drawing room. Here I found a blazing fire, before which the Master of the house sat clothed in a dressing gown, his hair-roughened chest naked and exposed. Apparently, he had been awaiting my arrival and briskly waived away my entourage, all except for the elegant Nordic woman who had so intimately attended me.
"So, you're the new girl, are you? Noelle is it?" he questioned. "A bit on the small side, I think, but with a body that may compensate perhaps."
I blushed. Never before had anyone so scrutinized me in this way. I wanted to run, to hide myself in the wilds beyond the great picture window, but I knew what lay beyond the security of these walls. I'd been there before, and I had suffered greatly.
"Come here," he ordered. "Let's see what Charles has brought me this time."
"Charles?" Was that the name of my rescuer? I hadn't known.
"Part your skirt, girl, and straddle my lap. Be quick about it!" he commanded.
Rapidly, my blond deliverywoman pressed me forward until I found myself spread immodestly astride the Master's lap, my sex wide and gaping between his knees.
Now he took his time, apparently enjoying his task as his hands stroked my tingling flesh, kneading my breasts and roughly pinching my nipples until they reddened against his dusky palms. Then, a slow smile crossing his lips, he thrust his hand between my thighs and began to examine my shaven slit.
I gasped! His finger began to press painfully into the untried flesh of my hymen until I was certain that my virginity would be delivered into his hand at any moment. My eyes began to mist, and he smiled. "Unbroken, are we then? Have you ever sucked a man's cock, Girl…or had him take you from behind?"
I blushed furiously, thinking of the many times I had denied Lee this liberty, only to end up in this place! Then, shaking my head, I lowered my moistened gaze to the garment-covered prominence that seemed to be growing upward between my outspread thighs.
"You're a tempting bundle," the Master grinned, "but you're worth more intact that not…so I won't take you just yet. Gretchen, come here," here ordered heatedly. "Give me your mouth."
At once the blond goddess moved me to the side and began to kneel beneath the opening of her Master's dressing gown. What she did there I couldn't be certain, but at once she began to rock back and forth like a child's hobby horse. Long minutes passed as I watched the Master's face slowly contort into a mask of controlled ecstasy. Finally he emitted a low moan, and grabbing Gretchen's hair he rutted against her until at last, satisfied, he slumped backward into his chair once more.
"Now her," he said slowly. "I want to see how she responds." Then, patting his knees, he had Gretchen lay me backwards atop his lap and splay my legs over the arm of the chair.
At first I hesitated, but the uncompromising look in his eyes left me no options…and so I obeyed. Wordlessly Gretchen knelt on the floor, her lips still slick from her Master's ministrations, her breath warm on my untried portal. There, she began to part my slit with her fingers and dip her talented tongue into my private sanctuary.
Ashamed and horror-stricken I shivered, closing my eyes in denial of what had come to pass. The Master, meanwhile, watched intently, his hands punishing my breasts, pinching my nipples until they stood abused and erect before him. Finally, his dressing gown horribly distended, he left me draped atop the chair and dropped to his knees directly behind his Nordic goddess.
At once Gretchen's body began to shake, as though under assault, and she lustily renewed her efforts between my thighs. With each savage thrust of her Master, she drove her tongue against me once more, her creamy lips sucking my sensitive nub until finally I found myself unable to resist her advances any longer. Then with a low whimper, I delivered myself into her waiting mouth, the shame of my condition more than I could bear.
Once more the Master moaned, and finally slumped atop Gretchen with a satisfied gasp. Then, pushing his concubine aside, he parted my dripping slit and examined the milky fluid that still oozed unabated from my tiny aperture.
"I think I have just the Master for you, Girl," he smiled, lapping at my overflowing sex. "You're young, naive and untried…yes…I think you'll be perfect." And with that, he waved his hand in the direction of the doorway and banished us from his chambers.
Gretchen then led me to a Spartan room on the third floor of the mansion, and after securing my wrists to the headboard she began to stroke my body with her fingertips. "You're so responsive," she commented as my nipples rose once more. "You'll do well at 'Belle Isle'. That's where you're going, you know. It's a paradise, a Caribbean island far from the prying eyes of the conventional the world. You'll find your Master there, if you're lucky. I suggest you try your hardest. Being in service to a Master isn't the worst thing that can happen to a woman, you know. But then I think you've had a taste of the alternatives, haven't you?"
The next morning, I was bundled aboard a private jet and left in the care of the pilot. He, a lusty individual, took great pleasure in attaching my cuffs to the armrests, carefully pressing my legs apart as he knelt between them, repeatedly thrusting his burgeoning crotch against my mound while he secured my leather bindings. Finally he rose, the prodigious bulge in his pants leaving little wonder what he would be doing in the cockpit, and we were off.
How I managed to doze during the journey, I'll never know, but eventually I felt the small plane begin its decent toward a diminutive island lost in the deep azure sea far below.
Immediately upon touchdown we were greeted by a throng of scantily clad women, apparently the property of the proprietor. My pilot lost no time in selecting one of the beauties and quickly led her back onboard, his intent crudely transparent as he ran his hand over her firmly rounded buttocks.
The remaining group of women ushered me into a cart of sorts for the trip to the compound. There, they escorted me into what they termed the "dormitory", where they proceeded to fire envious glances my way as I unpacked my meager belongings.
"How did you get so lucky?" one raven-haired beauty spat resentfully. The Colonel has been coming here for years, and he hasn't reserved a particular woman yet. What makes you so special?"
Confused, I took in the envious throng and shook my head. "I've never heard of the Colonel," I said. "Why has he reserved me?"
Apparently, my innocence amused them, for immediately they began to titter at my expense. "You're either incredibly clever, or incredibly stupid," Raven-hair rejoined. "You won't make it. I'm sure of that. You'll be out on your skinny ass before you know it!"
With that, the room emptied and I found myself alone, the prisoner of my own imagination. What was I doing here, I wondered…and who was the Colonel? So many questions whirled through my mind, battering at my senses, but one thing I knew for certain. I didn't want my "skinny ass" back out on the cruel streets. Whatever it took to succeed in this place, I would find it out and rise to the occasion.
The first day passed uneventfully, and it wasn't until later that evening, as the sun began to set in a fiery ball in the western sea, that a matron of the establishment came to attend me. In her hands she held a short, black evening dress, backless with a slim halter anchoring the filmy bodice over my barely disguised breasts. Then, obviously by design, I was led along the beach to an isolated cottage among the trees and left at the doorway.
"The Colonel is an important man," the matron informed me. "You're to do whatever he wants. Then, perhaps if you please him enough, he'll choose to keep you," she smiled. So saying, she turned and melted into the night.
Trembling, I knocked, my hands shaking as I rapped my knuckles against the heavy, oak door.
"Enter", rose a deeply assertive voice from inside.
The room was dim, heavy dark paneling lit only by the glow from a fieldstone fireplace. Silently, I closed the door behind me and was immediately engulfed in another world, another life. There was no turning back now…my options had vanished.
The Colonel sat in a great leather chair by the fire, a large man with military bearing and the stern demeanor of one who is used to being obeyed. He paused, his dark gaze giving no quarter until finally he curled his index finger and bade me to approach. Inwardly I cringed. Would I please this strong and forbidding man, I wondered? Could I?
The living hush of the room wrapped itself about my trembling body, quivering like jelly between my thighs. Would he tell me what was expected of me, or was I simply too inexperienced and poorly trained to know? I cringed at the thought. Even now my "sisters-in-bondage" waited in the main dormitory for me to fail, hoping against hope they might be chosen to fill my place.
Finally, the Colonel nodded for me to close the remaining distance between us, capturing me between his rock-hard thighs. His eyes traveled the length of my body, piercingly discarding my silken finery as if I were already naked before him.
A flush crept along my cheeks as he slowly slid his fingers over the filmy halter of my dress, cupping my breasts, assessing their measure. Then his hands, large and demanding, began to caress my soft, pliant flesh, kneading my hardening nipples until moisture began to seep into my panties and a thin, erotic coil began to tighten irresistibly in my belly.
"Take off your clothes", he rasped in unwavering tones. "I want to see you."
I shrank inside, the discordant pounding of my heart throbbing maddeningly in my temples. Would I pass his inspection? Quickly I raised my hands and began to release the neck strap of my halter dress. A tug at the knot, and I felt my breasts escape their confinement, exposed now to his heated examination as he paused impatiently and waited for what was to come.
Hurriedly, I lowered the halter about my waist and reached behind my back to fumble clumsily with the hidden hook that would complete my task. My Master, for that is how I thought of him already, watched in appreciation as my nipples grew and pruned beneath his inspection. Again he reached for me, this time giving a painful tweak in passing as he slid his hand beneath the hem of my short, thigh-length dress.
"Finish it," he demanded, his eyes growing darker as he probed between my thighs. "…and then the thong."
Obediently, I released the final clasp that secured my garment, then watched as it drifted into a silken pool about my feet. "You're wet." He said, his eyes taking in the moist triangle of my lacy panties. "Why? I want to hear you say it."
Shamefaced, I opened my mouth to speak, attempting in vain to explain the suppressed hunger that lay whispering within me. But try as I might, all that came out were the muted whinings of an untried girl, desperate to succeed in an endeavor far beyond her experience.
Impatiently, my Master finally reached out his hand, grasping the moist undergarment. Then, giving a sharp tug, he tore it from my body. "Kneel," he demanded, "here, on the floor between my feet. Then lean back on your heels and open your slit. I want to see how ready you are."
Visibly shaken by then, I did as he had directed, pausing only to brush the clothing from beneath me as I lowered myself before the tight, hard erection that threatened the very fabric of his slacks. Then, fingers trembling, I reached between my legs and parted the lightly stubble-shaded confines of my sex for his inspection.
By now the moisture seeping between my legs had begun to pool and drizzle along my inner thighs, leaving slick, wet trails along my shivering flesh. I reddened, humiliated at my weakness. What must my Master think of me?
"Very wet," he commented, apparently satisfied, "and unbroken. Do you know your craft, Little One?"
My craft? I had only entered this service mere days before. I was "untried", an innocent. What did I know of "craft"? "I-I can learn, Sir," I stammered pleadingly, "…if you'll give me a chance."
Wordlessly he nodded, and then slowly lowering his zipper he eased his engorged member into view. It was huge! Nothing, certainly not the dim memory of the tiny finger-length penis of my little brother, or the shadowy images of my tormentors could have prepared me for this monster!
"Take it into your mouth, Girl," he ordered. "Suck it like your future depends on it…because it does.
Tentatively, I cupped his rigid weapon between my palms, feeling it jerk and quiver like a creature ready to attack. Then, parting my lips, I closed them over his purple knob and began to suck.
If I was amazed at the size of his tool before, I was shocked at the new dimensions that it took on as I drew it into the warm, moist depths of my mouth. Intently he watched as his firm flesh appeared and was again engulfed behind my untutored lips.
"Deeper," he commanded, his fingers twining tightly in my hair. "All of it."
My jaws ached in distress as I attempted to cram his massive organ into my mouth, but found to my dismay it was impossible. He watched in silence for a moment, then holding me fast, he jutted his hips and forced his thick tool deep into my throat.
Tears began to form in my eyes as I tried to contain myself. My throat convulsed spasmodically, and I felt as though I would vomit at any moment. I prayed for the strength to continue…and then it was all over and he withdrew.
"You have a long way to go, Little One," he murmured. "…but you'll learn. Tonight we begin your education."
My erstwhile Master then laid me face down across his lap, my feet dangling above the polished surface of the tiles beneath. "Lovely ass," he commented, running his hands over its smooth surface. Then…
SMACK!
I heard the sound of his hand connecting even before I felt the pain of impact. Then again…
SMACK!
I cringed, my rounded orbs stinging as though they had been set afire.
"You've never been spanked…not even by your father?" the Colonel asked, amazed at the intensity of my reaction. "I enjoy the feel of hot flesh under my palm. Have you a problem with that?"
Slowly, I shook my head. Whatever he wanted, I'd find a way to adjust…as long as I belonged to him. Then, restraining my body with his left hand, be began to probe between my thighs, moistening his fingers between my nether lips as I squirmed atop his knees.
"So, you like that," he commented. "What about this?" In one swift motion, he thrust his thumb into my narrower passage, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.
"Tight…very tight," he observed. "I have implements that can remedy that.
Wide-eyed, I wondered what he was thinking of, and when he would begin their application. Would I account myself in an acceptable manner when the time came? I prayed that I would.
Then, he stood before me and began to remove his clothing. The Colonel had the hard body of a much younger man, taut of muscle with an aggressive stance and a massive organ standing erect and ready. I shivered. This night would be one that I would never forget, I realized… moments that would forever burn themselves into my memory.
Naked now, he carried me to the bathroom and ordered me to splay my thighs over the opened toilet seat. Then, rubbing the bar of soap between his palms, he began to lather my slit with slow and easy motions. Immediately, my juices began to flow, mingling with the lather and dripping wetly into the toilet below. I blushed…I was a hopeless wanton. Already my body craved more than he was offering…what would be next?
I had not long to pause, for immediately he placed a safety razor in my hands and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub to watch. "Shave it again," he commanded. "I want it as bare and as pink as your ass."
Suddenly, he turned, and twisting the handles of the tub, he began a steaming flow that filled the room with the sound of running water. Then, satisfied, he turned his attention back toward me, focusing his eyes between my legs, and waited.
My hand wavered. How was I to go about this? The exact logistics eluded me. Finally, closing the toilet, I raised my right leg atop the wooden seat, spreading my thighs, and began to run the blade over the "vee" of my mound.
Easy enough, I smiled, but the lip area would be tricky. How could I make it pink and smooth without cutting off something vital?
That portion of my body was awash by now with a gooey wetness that was only partially soap, and the handle of the razor became slippery and difficult to manage. I looked questioningly at the Colonel, his eyes bright and intent, with a plea for help ready upon my lips.
My Master was one step ahead of me, however, for now he took the slippery tool from my hand and positioned me on the edge of the tub, my feet dangling in the steaming water below.
"Lay back and spread your thighs," he directed, settling himself into the bubbling caldera. "I'll do the rest."
Immediately I did as he had instructed, raising my heels to either side of my buttocks and parting my knees. Without a pause, the Colonel placed his hands between my legs then, and pressed them further apart, frog-fashion, until all was open and available. Then, sliding his fingers inside of my slippery opening, he held it taut and began to scrape the razor along the quivering edge of my slit.
It was all I could do not to scream my need into the wet, heated atmosphere of the room! The feel of his hands, holding me so intimately, brushing against my swollen clit, was almost more than I could bear! A wet concoction of soap and juice flowed down between the crack of my buttocks, itching like mad and causing me to squirm against his fingers.
"Hold still!" he ordered, smacking the frothy area he had just denuded. "Or else one of us is going to get cut…and it won't be me!"
Immediately I froze, his warm fingers once again probing deep inside as they readied my sex for…what? Finally, all was completed to my Master's satisfaction, and I waited for his next directive.
"Stay there," he said, taking the hand-held shower nozzle from the wall. Then, turning it on full blast, he began to spray the area between my thighs, sending the foam drizzling down into the tub below. He smiled at that point, and setting the flow to "pulse" he opened wide my petals and let the water play within, driving me beyond sanity to a place of his own creation.
I was beside myself! Soft moans, rising in intensity emanated from my lips, and my whole body began to throb. Finally, when I could stand it no longer, he pressed himself between my thighs and positioned his massive weapon at the gates of my virginity. Then, grasping my hips, he gave a mighty lunge and hilted himself within my sex, shattering my cherry and causing freshets of warm scarlet blood to mix with the bubbling froth of the tub.
I bit my lip, but it did no good. He was enormous! He filled me completely, stretching and tearing as he made room for his heated invasion. Finally, when the pain became too great, I cried out, filling the small tiled area with my whimpers of pain and ecstasy.
My Master, hearing nothing that would have stayed his course, plunged onward, battering my tender flesh as I writhed before him. Over and over he thrust, each movement deeper and more powerful than the last, until I felt him erupt inside of me, his boiling fluids laying claim to my intimate channel and gushing downward to pool along the edge of the tub.
Sated, he drew me then down into the swirling waters beside him, his arms enclosing me, giving me sanctuary.
"You enjoyed that." he commented…an observation, not a question. "You're small and tight, but we'll remedy that soon enough. In the meantime, I have something that may open you up a little."
Then, positioning me on my knees, he took a black, rubber plug from the edge of the tub, something shaped like the ace of spades, but about an inch and a half across with a flat base beneath. Then, prying my buttocks apart he began to force its smaller end into my anus.
OH! The pain of my deflowering was nothing compared to this! Whimpering, I stifled my screams as I felt the wider diameter make its way inward, sending spikes of sharp, rending torture through my nether regions. My nails dug into my palms, but I held fast as I'd been ordered. Finally, the instrument of my torture was firmly imbedded deep into my throbbing orifice, and I felt the cool surface of its flat base pressed tightly against my tormented ring of muscle.
"Leave it there until I tell you to take it out!" my Colonel directed. Then, reclining back into the tub I saw that once more he was ready to impale my body with his eager battering ram.
"Come here." He directed, "…and spread your legs over my cock."
Shivering, I did as I'd been told, straddling his hips above his erect prong until it fairly brushed the opening to my beleaguered slit. The plug in my anus throbbed mightily now, giving me the feeling of stuffed agony. Could I accommodate his engorged sex as well? I looked down between my legs and quivered. This invasion alone would be more than I could bear. How could I handle both at once?
My Master folded his hands behind his head now, and nodded for me to begin.
"Ride it," he demanded. "Lower yourself down on it…all the way. I want to feel every inch of me in there…now."
My eyes widened. He wanted me to do this to myself? How could I? My tender flesh still seeped pink from his earlier assault, its raw, torn edges tormented in anticipation. Could I stick this instrument of torture into my own ravaged hole? Pleadingly, I looked into my Master's eyes for a reprieve, but found none.
And so, wrapping my fingers about his thick shaft, I guided his knob against the shattered opening of my sex, and began to impale myself upon its thick, hard length.
The pain…the pain! It shot through me like a thousand needles, stretching my torn flesh anew and tearing agonized whimpers from my lips.
"More," he demanded. "…all the way. Be quick about it!"
Quailing, I lowered myself a few more inches, feeling now the war that raged inside between the black plug and his massive ordinance, each fighting for space in my small, tight body.
My Master's hands now found my breasts, puckered with exertion, and began to pinch my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing them in vice-like grips until they too became a source of unbearable pain. Then, arching his hips, he drove his weapon upward until it forced the shape of the plug aside and hilted itself hard within me.
I screamed! Oh how I screamed! My body was a mass of tortured pain, from nipple to anus. Waves of unabated agony washed over me. My body quailed… my heated whimpers escaping into the still of the room.
Finally, after rutting deep inside for what seemed an eternity, my Master slid his finger into my slit and began to finger my tender nub. That was all it took! Immediately my body, already overcome with erotic stimulation, did the rest and I began to ride his throbbing organ as though my life depended upon it. The pain...oh the pain…it was exquisite! The harder I rutted against him, the more it grew, and the greater my state of excitement became.
Finally, my Master shot his heated load deep inside of me, sending me over the edge once more and draining my last vestige of reserve as slumped against him.
He rested for a moment, his flesh still large within me, and finally reached around to test the position of my "plug". Then rising, he wrapped me in a large, thick towel and carried me in his arms into the bedroom.
"You've done well for your first day, "he whispered against my ear. "You may become an addiction, Little One." And with that he curled his body against me and held me as I drifted off to sleep.
And so I first met the Colonel.
Chapter Two:
I slept that night in the shelter of my Master's arms, the first security I had known in many days. Frequently in the night, I felt his knowing fingers exploring my body as I lay beside him, a reminder that all was well and that I had surrendered my cares into his strong, competent hands. Finally, when the rosy dawn crept over the eastern horizon, I awoke refreshed and eager to begin another day in his service.
Perhaps because he was used to rising at an earlier hour, or perhaps because he other agendas on his mind, the Colonel had already parted from sleep and lay on his side, his eyes taking in my naked form as the morning sun sent its rays through our sleeping chamber.
He awakened me with a kiss on this first dawn together, an intimate exploration of mind and tongue that chased the cobwebs from my thoughts and called my body to immediate attention.
"Last night," he began, when he saw that I was again ready to serve, "…the pain. Did you enjoy it, Little One?"
At first I thought that this must be a trick. Who, in their right mind could say "yes" to such a question? But then, I began to explore the emotions that his touch had elicited, the abject freedom that giving myself, body and soul into his hands had given me…and I found myself nodding.
"Tell me, Noelle, what did it make you feel like when the pain began to fill your mind?" he asked, pressing for my response.
Again I paused, the question whirling discordantly through my consciousness. What had I felt like, I asked myself, conjuring up the words to describe the visceral rush that had overcome me at that moment. How does one describe something that defies description…and then I knew.
"Free," I said simply. "Set apart from the demands of the world and released in a universe without boundaries. It liberated me."
He smiled at that moment, as though I had just described the indescribable. "Then today we continue your education," he responded with satisfaction.
I shivered momentarily, the prospect of the unknown burrowing deep inside.
"Are you frightened, Little One?" he asked, the passion rising in his voice. "Don't be. I won't ever take you beyond your own level of endurance. You have my word on that. As a matter of fact, you need a 'safe word' to use when you have reached your breaking point. You may choose it yourself," he offered. "What is it to be?"
I thought for long moments as my Master stroked intimately between my thighs. Finally, as his hands once again brought me to the edge of sanity, it came to me.
"Asylum," I said. "Would you grant me asylum if I begged for it, Sir?"
At once he laid his naked body atop mine and kissed me deeply. "Always, Little One. On this you have my promise. You have only to say the word, and it's yours. But you should know that unless I hear your safe word, I'll continue until we have both reached out limits. Do you understand?"
Swallowing hard, I nodded, and watched his full lips curl in satisfaction.
"Then let's begin," he whispered.
And so, joining my cuffs together at the wrist, he led me across the room to his great, leather chair once more. There, on the floor, lay my only garment as it had been last night, discarded in passion and ultimately forgotten. With swift assurance, he kicked it aside, then turned to direct my education.
"Bend at the waist, Noelle," he began, "and place your hands on the seat in front of you."
Hesitantly, I turned and placed myself in the required position, my rounded cheeks jutting out behind me. What would be expected of me now, I wondered. Would I prove satisfactory?
"Now," he continued, "I want you to part your legs while I attach a spreader bar to your anklets."
A spreader bar? I'd never heard of such a thing! My Master left me as I was for a moment or two, and then he returned with a bar of perhaps four feet in length, sporting large iron rings on either end.
Briefly, he knelt and began to stretch my stance to accommodate the dimensions of this device. Then, licking his palm, he gave my derriere a resounding smack and proceeded with my training.
It was then I noticed he had brought back more than the spreader bar that now stretched uncomfortably between my splayed ankles. For, as he approached my right side, I saw in his palm a small metal clamp, similar in shape to the tongs used in a kitchen, but designed to lock in position once applied by their user. I shuttered…were those to be mine? What part of my exposed flesh was to feel their cruel bite?
My questioned was answered immediately, to my dismay, for now my Master began to pinch my right nipple, twisting and milking my aureole until it had swollen and stood in distended relief in his hand. Then, stretching it downward, he positioned the clamp about the soft vulnerable halo of my breast and began to tighten its cruel jaws.
At once the pain overcame me, my lips parting in a silent scream as it spread and consumed my body. [Asylum], I thought…but I could not make myself use the only word that would spare me this anguish.
Again, my Master passed behind me, once more applying his palm to my reddened flesh in loud communion. Then, continuing to my left, he repeated the process as before, milking my nipple it as one would the udder of a cow until it had reached humongously distended proportions.
I cringed, anticipating what was to come. Already my right nipple throbbed in unbearable pain, the hard jaws of the clamp painfully cutting off my circulation and mottling the flesh below. Wide-eyed, I bit my lip and watched as my Master prepared my remaining breast.
Then, once more I felt the clamp as it closed about my tender teat, tearing a breathless gasp from the very core of my being. How long could I stand this, I wondered. How long would my Master desire me to remain in this tortured posture?
When the second clamp had been secured to his satisfaction, he circled back once more to my reddened orbs and placed his hand atop my lower vertebrae. Then, pressing hard, he bowed my spine until my back swayed and my gaping slit splayed wide before him.
"Hold!" he commanded as his left hand probed invasively between my shaven lips. His breathing quickened, and taking his index finger, he began an intimate examination of that which he had shattered the night before.
By that point my nipples had begun to throb unmercifully, the pain radiating throughout my body in ever-widening circles as he continued his leisurely inspection. Then, satisfied, he applied his moistened hand to my vulnerable backside once more, pummeling with rising ardor as I stifled my cries of pain.
Close to panic, I felt his left hand once again invade the wet aperture between my quaking thighs. This time, he resumed his probe with not one, but four of his fingers, forcing them into my torn and jagged hole until his thumb followed suit and I felt myself stretched beyond all endurance. Then, making a fist, he began to thrust mightily within my slender passage.
The agony was unbearable, for now I throbbed from one end to the other, my body a tortured mass of pain. It was into this morass of sensation that he began to insinuate the delicate friction of a single finger upon my clitoris. That was all it took…a single finger, for in a heartbeat I exploded around his fist, gushing in uncontrolled profusion about his wrist and down the length of his forearm.
Immediately reaching forward with his right hand, he released the clamps from my nipples and I felt the blood flow in pulsatingly tortured waves back into my mottled flesh. If the pain of application had been torment, it was nothing compared to the pain of removal. For now, combined with the pounding of my Master's fist, this mind-shattering, orgasmic release was more than I could bear and I found myself sinking in dark oblivion upon the floor at his feet.
My Master was not quite finished, however, for now his bursting erection waved stiffly above me. And so, straddling my throat between his knees, he lifted my face and began to stroke himself between my gasping lips, filling my mouth with the early proof of his lust. He continued in this fashion for a few moments longer, until his urgency had grown beyond denial, then quickly withdrawing, he aimed his pulsing rod directly into the center of my face and let fly.
In a heartbeat I felt his warm, thick cream spewing between my brows, flowing into my nostrils and flooding my open mouth. My eyes flew open in shock, and I tried to turn my head away…but he would have none of it. Instead, he clasped his organ by the root and began to pump the final drops in quick spurts and thrusts into my startled visage. Then, his load delivered, he once again placed his softened organ between my lips.
"Lick it clean," he directed, his tone mellowing. And so, releasing my bonds, he settled himself into the leather chair and closed his eyes while I swirled my warm, wet tongue around his depleted organ.
When I had finished, he drew me onto his lap, and carefully began to dab the milky coating from my features. Then gently stroking my hair, he curled his arms protectively about me and held me close, whispering that I had done well.
Finally we regained our stamina, and lifting me in his arms he carried me into the shower. Here, once again he amazed me, for as forceful as he had been, he now proved to be equally as gentle. Had hunger not driven us to seek a meal, I would have gladly stayed beneath the warm spray until the end of my days, my Master's fingers soothing away the cares of the world while time passed from memory.
As it was, we found ourselves ravenous, and as soon as the Colonel had my newly assigned clothing brought from the dormitory, we dressed and foraged onward to the breakfast room in the main building.
It was in that place that I became aware of why the woman of Belle Isle had envied me so, for there I found a different standard of clientele. The men who frequented this erstwhile resort were primarily wealthy businessmen, stout of form and dispassionate to the extreme. They were a dour lot, who treated their consorts like worthless chattel, leaving them to stand and wait while they consumed large portions of savory delights.
The Colonel, on the other hand, paused until I had taken my seat, then joined me and began to comment on the various strengths of the breakfast menu here at Belle Isle. In this, I deferred to his expertise, and soon found myself facing a huge t-bone steak with eggs and mountains of hot griddlecakes.
"We need to keep up your strength," he chuckled, "…and mine as well."
It was then that I noticed "Raven-hair" crossing the room toward my Master. Quietly she drew abreast of our table, and kneeling beside him she placed her cheek against his thigh and began to speak in dulcet tones.
"I've missed you, Colonel. You have no idea how much. I was hurt when you didn't send for me." Then nodding her head in my direction, she continued. "When you've had enough of this clumsy child, just call for me. My experience has only increased since our last encounter, and I know I can please you to a far greater degree than this driveling novice."
Listening to her cruel words, I hung my head in silence. She was right, I was no match for the bold expertise I saw in her eyes. My Master had every reason to alter his choice and continue on with this voluptuous concubine instead.
Brusquely, the Colonel stroked her flowing tresses, then raised the woman back to her feet. "Sometimes a virginal page is more of an inspiration, Elena," he responded. "I don't doubt your experience, but Noelle is more of a treasure than I ever hoped to find. Molding her to my service will be an extreme delight…one that I'd hate to miss."
Then, leaning toward me he lifted my chin and placed a long, intimate kiss on my trembling lips. "Never be ashamed of who you are, Noelle," He began gently. "You're a masterpiece in a world of copies…always remember that. I'm proud to have you by my side, and I want you to be proud as well."
"Elena" turned then and stalked from the room, her long, black hair swaying furiously behind her as she made her escape from the amused stares of her dorm-mates.
The Colonel had championed me! He had given me a degree of self-esteem that I hadn't known existed. In his service I would not be considered a mere receptacle for his nightly evacuations, but a treasured possession to be coveted and cared for, a woman of measure and worth. Had I been one of the women of Belle Isle, I too would have assessed the Colonel's new woman with resentment and envy. As it was, I had only to thank my lucky stars.
Chapter three
We lazed over breakfast, nibbling amid the luxury of time until the waiters began to prepare for the brunch gathering. A Champaign buffet appeared along the atrium wall, complete with ripened fruit and fresh croissants, succulent sausages and an omelet chef.
My Master rose and prepared to leave. In passing, however, he gathered a magnum of chilled Champaign and a basket of fresh fruit for the cottage. Then, his gaze gently stroking my body in anticipation, he guided me from the room and through the maze of tropical trails to our secluded hideaway.
"You're very beautiful, Noelle. Do you realize that?" he asked, opening the door and allowing the bright sunshine to invade the cottage.
I blushed. The lusty leers of men had given me an inkling in that direction, but no one had spelled it out as clearly before.
"You're blushing!" my Master exclaimed in amazement. "No one's ever told you that before, have they! You must have had very bad taste in men!"
Again I flushed, abashed and uncertain how to respond to such praise, but somewhere inside, a spark of pride began to kindle over the knowledge that such a man as this could find value within me. It was a start, a kernel of hope that I might be worthy to remain by his side after his vacation was through.
"My experience with men has been very limited," I began softly. "But, you're right. It was all bad, until now…"
"And now?" he replied.
Slowly, I raised my eyes until I met the bold thrust of his gaze. "I-I didn't know it could be like this," I responded. "You make me feel like a woman…someone sensual…a valued possession. In one short day you've given me a radiance that I never knew existed."
The look in his eyes intensified then, and gently he cupped my breast, running his thumb over my silk-covered nipple. "Value comes from the inside first." he whispered, his lips stroking my throat. "You have to feel it before other people can discover it in you. We'll have to work on that, Little One."
Slowly, I tipped my head back and savored the feel of his lips trailing along my collarbone. Sighing, once more I felt my response begin to pool between my thighs.
"Lets go for a swim." The Colonel directed, his hand caressing my buttock. "Now."
Now, I wondered as he led me from the cottage once more. But I hadn't changed yet! Did my Master want to see the wet silk wrap itself suggestively about my body, or…
Quickly he led me the 50 yards or so that separated the cottage from our secluded stretch of beach, then. untying the neck strap of my sundress he settled onto the sand to watch.
"Take the rest of it off." He ordered. "Slowly. I want to watch."
Blushing furiously, I hesitated. How could I bare myself, here, on the beach! What if someone were to come strolling along? But, my Master had given me my directions, and his desire was clear.
Slowly, I lowered the halter of my dress down to my waist, my nipples puckering in the sunlight. He smiled. Then nodding, be signaled for me to continue.
Fumbling, I released the catch at the back and felt the waistband loosen about me, the warm air caressing the flesh beneath. Once more he smiled his appreciation, and gave me leave to proceed.
Warming to my task, I lifted the skimpy dress above my head, taking care to raise it slowly, exposing each inch in gradual succession until the soft triangle of lace covering my mound came into view.
"Wet again, I see," he commented with satisfaction as his finger trailed along its surface. "Good. Now take them off."
Blushing once more, I slowly began to edge the thin fabric down over my hips and along my upper thighs until the pink flesh of my shaven sex shown nakedly in the summer sun. Finally, kicking off my sandals, I turned and bent low to slip the undergarment from my ankles.
I felt his hand caress me then, slipping in slow, sensuous circles over my pale buttocks, dipping between to nudge the plug he had placed there the night before. Then, sitting upright, he reached between my legs, and began to probe my slit with his fingers.
"Turn around," he ordered huskily, "…and spread your legs."
I cringed! What did he want of me…here…on the beach where anyone could see! What was he going to… And then I knew.
"Open your slit." he directed, "…and come closer. Let's see what you taste like this morning."
My nipples hardened to engorged peaks, and I did as I was told, positioning myself now before his lips as I stood there on the sand. Then, slowly reaching between my legs, I parted my slit and exposed the pink inner lining to his gaze.
The Colonel nodded his approval, then closing the few inches between us I began to feel his tongue slipping in and out of my intimate channel…taking what it would as I stood trembling before him.
Timorously, I watched the beach for signs of life, but to my relief we were alone. My Master's fingers grasped my buttocks now, pressing intently on the plug as though it was the trigger on a dispenser…drawing me tightly against his questing lips.
My knees grew weak, and I feared I would fall. Tension built, an intimate urgency that I couldn't control, and still he continued.
Then, pausing, he said "I want you to play with yourself, Noelle. I want you to rub your clit until you cum."
Shocked, I released my nether lips and shivered for a moment. Then, as he pried my slit open once more with his hands, I slipped my index finger between my thighs and began to stroke myself for him.
By now my knees were quaking visibly, and I feared that when my climax overcame me I would lose my footing…but continue I did, and soon my breath deepened and I felt my release become imminent.
Wet now in the extreme, I once more felt my Master's tongue lapping at my creamy essence as I continued my frantic ministrations before him. So close…so close…
Then it happened. Shaking, I exploded into his mouth, my body rutting primitively as I filled the air with my heated exclamations. Frantically, I twined my fingers into his hair to keep from falling, and still he continued. Over and over I came, his lips milking each and every drop from my body as I writhed above him.
By now, the tide had turned and hungry wavelets began to lick about our straining bodies. Finally, as I dropped to the wet sand in exhaustion, my Master rose and removed his wet clothing, exposing his engorged tool before me. Then, flipping me over, he positioned me on my knees and elbows, opening my thighs as he pressed between them.
Quickly and without warning, he tore the plug from my anus and placed his massive offering against my narrow portal. He waited but a second, and as the next wave swirled about us he gave a massive lunge and hilted himself deep in my body.
Inwardly I screamed! The thick, hard length of him filled me completely, stretching my delicate tissues far greater that any plug could ever have accomplished.
Another wave and I tasted the salt water rushing into my mouth as I gasped in pain. He grabbed my hair then, and tilting my head above the surf, he lunged again…and again.
Now I could hear his heavy groans above the sound of the waves, laboring lustily as he penetrated me from behind. Harder he pressed, deeper as his time neared. Finally, as the fullness of him brought me to yet another peak, we groaned lustily in unison and I felt his moist heat fill my body.
We lay there, among the rising waves until we were forced to reposition or drown. My Master then carried me into the sea and ran his hands over my body, washing away the sticky residue of our passion.
"You bring out things in me, Noelle," he whispered. "I can't look at you without wanting to rip the clothes from your body and have you serve me. Look at this…I'm hard again!" he murmured in amazement.
Then, wrapping my legs about him, he penetrated me once more, the waves rocking our bodies in the deepening surf.
"I want you to leave this place with me, Little One," he said softly, his voice a caress. "I want you to return to my home off base and serve me there as you have here. Do you want that?"
Inwardly, every fiber of my being cried "Yes!", but still I was hesitant. This man, this proud and virile being had opened up a new world for me. My time in his service had created an existence that would be hard to forego, should he ever tire of his new toy. Could I risk it?
It was then I realized that my newly awakened feelings for the Colonel extended far beyond the mere limitations of flesh and blood. I was His. My life would be incomplete without him. To go on would only mean heartache beyond belief in the long run, when the inevitable came to pass and I was ultimately discarded.
Tears seeping through my lashes, I whispered "I can't."
The Colonel scowled at this, his surprise undisguised. Then, his finger beneath my chin, he forced me to meet his gaze.
"Why?"
A single word, nothing more, but suddenly the tears began to course down my cheeks in torrents. I tried to avert my face, but he would have none of it.
"Why?" he repeated once more, this time holding me fast.
Silently I opened my mouth to speak, the salt of the sea mingling with my tears, but only silence raised its ugly head. Finally, in a voice not my own I croaked "Because if I have to lose you someday, I would rather it be now while I can still bear it."
Trembling, I waited for his response, but instead he turned and strode alone through the surf, crossing the beach and vanishing through the trees in the direction of his cottage.
Long minutes I waited, gooseflesh rising on my skin. Then finding my clothing had been claimed by the hungering waves, I followed him, naked, along the path until I entered the cottage once more.
What I found there surprised me more than I could say. My bags had been hastily packed, and my Master sat pensively on the lanai staring out at the blue and troubled sea.
Wordlessly, I retrieved the first garment that came to hand and began to cover my naked body for the trip back to the dormitory. My heart was broken, the shame of failing Him more than I could have imagined.
Finally, as I reached for the door handle, he spoke. "Is that what you think of me?" he questioned abruptly. "Do you think I play with people's lives without considering the consequences? The women here are made available as a service for men like me, nothing more. They're willing bodies provided for a price, like room service. I've never asked one to leave here with me, and I never will again."
He paused once more, and then continued on. "Go, if that's what you want. I won't stop you, although I know that I could. If you want to return to the mainland with me, it has to be your decision. I don't want a whore, I want a woman whose feelings run further than skin deep. Make your decision!"
How long I stood, frozen in place before his steely glare, I have no idea. Finally, as I bent once more to grasp my suitcase once more, my eyes met his…and I knew.
This was not a man to gush girlish profusions of emotion, not one to ask a woman to share his life….but it was there. In his eyes lay the answers I needed, the hidden promises I craved so much. He wouldn't discard me tomorrow, or the next day, or for a thousand days to come. He was as bound to me as I was to him. Our shackles had been forged in this place, but they would endure long after we had left it.
Slowly I crossed the lanai and knelt by his side, my cheek lying softly upon his thigh. His fingers smoothed the wet curls from my brow, and I closed my eyes in contentment.
I was home.
