Breaking Laura (Hollybourne School for Slaves) (4 page)

A soft touch to her cheek made
her bring her arm away from her face.

“You’re hiding something still,
Laura.”

She cringed, wondering if he was
going to beat the rest of her secrets out of her. An odd expression crossed his
face – a mixture of confusion and…affection?

His eyes hardened abruptly and he
stood, straightening out his suit. “You’ll be tired for most of the day. I
recommended having a nap if you can.”

Arms clutched around her, Laura
pulled herself to sitting and gaped as he strode out and shut the door firmly behind
him. That’s it? After everything they just did
?
But then maybe he was
used to pathetic females getting all jittery after he gave them amazing
orgasms.

Laura changed back into her
uniform, wondering what the other girls would think of her red marks. She
envied them, even if she found them weird. Charlotte obviously loved her
boyfriend and Simone was so free about her sexuality. The whole Master/slave
thing was pretty perverted but Charlotte seemed really content.  Maybe her
Master gave her amazing orgasms too.

Shit. Hunter was definitely not
her Master and nor did she want one. Normal sex. Yes, traditional, respectful,
vanilla sex, that was her thing. Even if she never came. But that was her
fault, not her boyfriends who had all been enthusiastic enough. Laura sighed.
She’d long thought she just wasn’t capable of enjoying sex like other people
did. But that didn’t explain how Hunter had given her such an amazing
experience.

Flopping back down on the bed,
she consider her aching pussy and tingling skin. It was only day one. How the
hell was she going to survive another month under his tutelage? And would it be
worth it?

***

Drawing in a sharp breath as she
came to surface, Laura gripped on to the side of the pool and swept the water
from her face. A set of strong male feet came into her vision and she followed
them, tracing the powerful legs up to a pair of black swim trunks where her
gaze lingered for a moment. With a gulp, she continued upwards and a ripped
torso greeted her, covered in a sprinkling of dark hair.

Fuck.

Staring down at her with an
arched brow was Hunter.

Fuck.

She came here to get away from
him. To get away from what he did to her body. After a long nap, filled with images
Mr Hunter and all that he did to her, she needed a distraction. And to burn off
some of her sexual frustration. Her first proper orgasm and she was frustrated!
What the hell was that about?

“Good evening, Laura,” he greeted
her, the deep timbre of his voice making her pussy flinch as she remembered his
barked commands.

“G-good evening, Sir.”

Laura remained frozen as he
stepped around her and dove cleanly into the water. She turned and watched as
he stroked gracefully through the water. Great, now she really was screwed. Her
increasing attraction to him was bad enough but now she’d seen what he looked
like under those suits…

Fuck.

Logically, she knew she would see
him naked eventually but she was kind of hopeful he might just keep the suits
on for the rest of the term. His power over her already frightened her to
death.
It’s wrong
, she thought with a shudder.
It’s so very wrong.
Christ, she’d been so unprepared for any of this. The whole
BDSM
thing
was bad enough but having it inflicted on her by Hunter… that was worst of all.
How could she even be remotely attracted to the grouchy, twisted man?

And
why
did her body
respond to him like that? Orgasms were hard enough to come by as they were.

He pulled several lengths as
Laura watched, seemingly oblivious to her presence. Her heavy legs remained
rooted even as she tried to persuade herself to go.
Just get out, Laura.
Walk away and leave.
Hunter paused at the end of the lane and stared at
her, sending a shiver through her. Cheeks flaming, she dove under and swam
furiously. She didn’t stop until breathless and exhausted. Unfortunately he was
still there and she was still frustrated.

His dark gaze studied her as she
swam over to the edge and gathered her breath. “Why did you do that?”

Blinking away the water, she
scowled. “Do what, Sir?”

“Swim as if you were trying to
escape something. Were you trying to escape me?”

Laura released a spluttered
laugh. “Of course not.” His eyebrow twitched as if he didn’t believe her. Damn
him. “You were doing the same,” she added.

He chuckled, the sound
unexpectedly lifting her heart. “You might be right.”

They stared at each other. Surely
he heard her pulse pounding? When he looked at her like that, she was sure he
could see everything. Did he know the truth? Was that why he’d taken a
disliking to her? Shit. She was such a fool for agreeing to this. No job was
worth this.

Courage sapped by his dark eyes,
she swam over to the steps. On her like a tiger, he swam quickly after her and
she failed to prevent the surprised yelp as she grabbed on to the metal steps
and his arms came around her, gripping the railings. She twisted around to find
him looming over her, the water dripping from his hair onto her face. The
haunted look no longer lingered in his gaze, instead hunger seeped into it and
twisted her stomach.

“You are trying to swim away your
frustration,” he stated.

Laura gaped up at him, her shaky
fingers curling around the stair railings, just beneath his hands. His body
pressed into hers, making the steps dig into her back.

“Are you frustrated, Laura?”

“Are you?” she threw back.

A wry smile quirked on his lips.
“Yes. God help me, I am.”

His mouth came down upon hers,
causing a gasp. She heard his muffled curse as his hands twined under her damp
hair and his tongue pressed into her mouth. Powerless against the onslaught,
she gripped stupidly at the railings as her body responded to his touch.

Arching into him, she kissed him
back. Even as she fought it, her body craved him. One hand released her hair
and worked its way down to the edge of her tankini. Strong fingers invaded
under the stretchy fabric and forced their way up until they clamped around one
taut, aching nipple.

She groaned as his hand held her
hair tight and he plucked at her nipple. Heat pooled in her belly and even in
the cold of the pool, hot arousal seeped from her pussy. His hairy legs brushed
against hers and she bucked into his cock. Fuck, why did she want him so badly?
Was it the way he’d fucked her earlier? Had he broken something inside of her?
If only she hadn’t given in and told him her twisted desires.

Laura masturbated herself against
his cock as shame heated her cheeks. Spikes of pleasure flicked through her bud
as she worked up and down him and his breaths came harder. Suddenly he yanked
on her hair and forced her stare up at him.

Her throat threatened to close
over as his hand left her hair and found her hips, his thumbs pressing under
her tankini bottoms. She couldn’t have looked away if she tried. Hunter peeled away
the swimsuit and Laura gulped, her hands still clutching at the bars as she
lifted her legs and he pulled them from her.

The cool water rushed about her
heated cunt and she whimpered as he flattened his erection against her. Gaze
locked onto hers, he retreated and yanked down his swim shorts. Coarse hands
squeezed at her arse as he fitted himself against her.

“What do you want, Laura?” he
asked roughly.

“You, Sir,” she keened as his teeth
came down on her ear and clamped around her lobe. “Oh God, you.”

Hunter lifted his face and nodded
with satisfaction. He inched his cock in and Laura moaned as his head invaded
her soft flesh, spreading her apart.

“That’s it, take it all, Laura,”
he encouraged. “Take my cock in that sweet little cunt.”

“Fuck,” she breathed as he forced
his way inside her, the head of his dick hitting her cervix.

“You are so hot and tight. Fuck,
you are so fucking tight.” He punctuated his curses with the deep press of his
arousal.

The friction made Laura clamp
instantly around him and she dug her heels into his arse as the water splashed
around them. Hunter’s mouth found the crook of her neck and he bit down on her,
the sharp pain making her scream and her body pulse.

They moved more frantically as
his fingers bit into her bottom and the metal struck her back, but the pleasure
swelling in her made it all seem inconsequential. He released her breasts with
one hand and she sighed at the feeling of his coarse hair brushing across her
nipples.

“I’m going to fill you full of
cum.” His breaths were hot and heavy against her ear. “Do you want to be
filled, Laura? Shall I fill that needy cunt?”

Her needy cunt responded to his
coarse words, clutching hard at his shaft and Laura gripped the railings even
tighter as her body attempted to curl in on itself.

“Yes.”
What is wrong with me?
“Oh
God, fill me.”

She needed it. She needed him.
Her body craved his hot cream and she was powerless. As sick and as twisted as
her craving for him was, all she could do was hold on and take everything he
gave her, gratefully, enthusiastically.

Hips bucking against him, his
small groans make her core twitch and she knew she wasn’t far off. Hunter must
have felt it as he claimed her mouth, muttering some incoherent words of praise
before he did so. The intensity built and built and his cock hardened inside
her, ready to spill his load.

A stab of disappointment broke
through the lusty haze as his body tensed against her. She wasn’t going to
come. Her orgasm earlier must have been a one off.

But then his seed hit the walls
of her pussy and she shattered, convulsing wildly. She finally released the
railings and threw her arms around his neck as he pressed shaky kisses across
her face, rocking into her and drawing out her climax. The tremors of sensation
continued to buzz through her veins, her sex pulsing violently.

He drew back, releasing her
bottom from his grip. The loss of his hands upon her triggered something and
Laura burst into tears, great shuddering sobs wracking her. She dropped her
hands from his neck and tried to turn away but his fingers curled around her
upper arms and pinned her in place.

“Why are you crying?” His voice
sounded harsh and she flinched, unable to look at him as the tears continued to
flow. His rough thumbs swept over eyes. “Laura, tell me now.”

The sharp command snapped her out
of her stupor and she lifted her gaze to his. “I…those orgasms…I’ve never…”

A scowl crossed his face. “You’ve
never come?”

“No…I mean, I have. Just rarely.
And not like that…” Laura sniffed and swiped at her nose.

Jaw ticking, he considered her
and Laura braced herself for whatever came next. She still found him difficult
to read. Tender actions mingled with rough, commanding ones and he baffled her.
If it was part of his training techniques, then they were truly bizarre.

He appeared torn between wanting
to thrust her away or tug her into him. She released a breath as he pulled her
against him, his rough chest soothing her instantly as she burrowed into it. As
wrong as their connection was, Laura couldn’t help but be enticed by the
comfort he offered.

Laura listened to his steadily
slowing breaths and thud of his heart as it ate through her shock. No orgasms
for months and now this…twice! What was it about him that made her body react
like that? Yes, he was gorgeous but she’d slept with gorgeous men before. She
didn’t even like him. And the stuff he did to her…? Ok, so the hair pulling and
the general dominance…deep down it tugged at something inside.

But she didn’t want that…did she?
It teased at some primitive need. A voice – her mother’s voice – edged into her
mind.
Dirty.
Masturbation, sex, it was all wrong.
A coldness
crept into her body.
Her mother had probably never had sex again after
her experience at the hands of her father. Whoever he was.

Her poor mother.

A hard shove against his chest
and she broke free of Hunter’s hold. Aware of her nakedness under the water,
she peered around for the rest of her swim costume. He lifted a finger and held
up her tankini bottoms, his lips twisting.

She snatched them away and
hurriedly slipped them on, refusing to meet his gaze. Those brown eyes of his
already saw too much. She didn’t deserve such pleasure and she certainly didn’t
want it like that, from a man who took and took and yet gave so much. Damn.

In an unexpected move, he backed
away, giving her some greatly needed breathing space. But his gaze remained on
her, reading her every emotion. Or at least she suspected he was. Without
saying anything, she twisted away and climbed the steps, conscious of her
trembling legs.

When she reached the top step, he
called out to her, making her pause. She refused to turn.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow,
Laura.”

She shivered at the deep timbre of
his tone and the dark promises that lay beneath it. Laura hurried across the
poolside and grabbed her towel, glancing briefly over her shoulder. His
powerful body cut through the water once more, leaving an ache in her sex.