Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson (6 page)

“
I envy you,” he admitted. “When we’re creating a sex slave, there’s no question about how the goal’s reached. It’s different when revenge is the motive.”

“
Not quite as clear how far to go?”

“
Exactly.”

Damek finished his beer. “The flip side of something like this is, you’ll get to experiment as you look for the line between broken and merely bent.”

Reno held up his hand to shield his eyes. His subject hadn’t moved since he’d trussed her up. It was possible she’d passed out, but his guess was she was fighting to remain conscious in an attempt to make sense of what was happening. Lots of luck.

“
I don’t get some bitches.” He made sure his words carried. “They think they can walk all over men. They don’t concern themselves with consequences until it’s too late.”

“
Fortunately you’re getting to teach her the error of her ways.”

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Cheri didn’t know how long she’d lain on the ground before Reno came for her. The sun was nearly overhead. If she was home, she’d just be getting up. She had a hair appointment, but would her hairdresser try to get in touch with her? Maybe not since she’d missed more than one appointment in the four or five months she’d been going to the new salon.

Beauty parlors were part of a world that no longer existed for her. At least the dreadful minutes when she felt as if she was being flayed alive were behind her. Along with isolation and the hum of bugs had come a return to reality. New reality. Someone had paid Reno to abuse but not kill her.

Her vaginal muscles had repeatedly caressed the crop handle as if it was a lover instead of what it really was. Reno might turn it back into an instrument of torture, but until then she’d surround herself with as much pleasure as possible.

From where she waited like a dog, she acknowledged the masculine legs a few inches away. Reno taken off his shirt, changed from jeans to shorts, and traded his tennis shoes for sandals. She tried not to acknowledge how easy it would be for him to get naked.

Ignoring her groans, he pushed her shoulder with his sandal until she was again on her back. “I’m not getting paid to let you rest. Damn but you’re a mess.”

Surely he didn’t expect anything different. Sweat coated every inch of her, and debris stuck to her skin. Her hair was a matted mess, her makeup undoubtedly ruined.

“
How does that feel?” He nudged the crop he was raping her with.

“
Go to hell.” The words were out of her before she could stop them.

Kneeling, he grabbed both breasts. “For the record, I don’t believe there’s such a place, but your response pleases me. Would you like to know why?”

Right now all she cared about was why he was doing these awful things to her. During the beating, agony had encompassed her, but it had faded to an almost manageable level. If her mind was refusing to acknowledge how much pain she really was in, she was grateful. That way she could concentrate on the bastard looming over her.

And on the
gift
he’d imbedded in her.

He wrinkled his nose. “You stink. Doesn’t personal hygiene matter to you?”

Damn it, no one had ever said she stank. “You know who I am—and the answer to your stupid question.”

His hold on her nipples tightened. Gasping, she gaped up at him. “So let me get this straight. Not long ago you were blubbering like a terrified brat, but that’s changed. What is it, you think you can take me?”

“
No, Master.”

“
That’s right. So.” He squeezed. “From one to ten how much does that hurt?”

“
It—ten, Master.”

“
Not even close.” He drew her breasts together, then let go. She whined in relief.

She wasn’t sure how she felt when he drew the whip out of her because its presence had kept her sane.

“
That’s a well-used pussy,” he declared as he wiped the glistening base on her cheeks. “I’d call it your weapon of choice. You bring men to their knees simply by offering them access.”

It wasn’t like that!

“
I’m not playing your stupid game,” she said and turned her head away. The moment she did she knew she’d made a mistake. Her survival might depend on watching his every movement.

“
Correction.” He deposited the crop between her breasts and snugged the crotch rope against her labia. “We’ve been playing by my rules from the moment I had you in my sights.”  Reaching for her bound wrists, he untied them. When he unlatched the neck chain, crazy hope surrounded her followed by harsh reality because her legs weren’t free. She fought defeat as he sat her up, drew her arms behind her, and re-secured her wrists in back one over the other.

Alive. You’re still alive. He doesn’t intend to kill you. Never forget that.

“
We’re going inside and you’re getting in the shower. If you behave yourself, I’ll give you more water before the next lesson starts. However, if you displease me—let’s just say I’ve never had a captive die of dehydration because I know how far to take things.”

Acknowledging he was in charge was insanely simple, but she’d worked numerous men to her advantage. Her only task was to study him and learn his weaknesses. Somehow she’d exploit his masculine frailties. Turn the table on him.

He’d kept her upright by bracing his shoulder against her back while working on her arms. When the pressure ended, she started to lose her balance. She had no choice but to lean forward so her breasts dangled. She stared at the rope against her belly and disappearing between her legs as he released her thighs.

He stood, bringing her with him. Her legs nearly went out from under her. She felt lightheaded.

“
Damn you,” she hissed. “God damn you.”

Laughing, he hooked a forefinger through her collar ring to hold her in place and repeatedly struck her breasts. “Damn but you’re going to be fun. Just don’t forget I’m not some parent punishing his child by taking away her cell phone. The stakes are a lot higher.”

Even with the pain in her breasts, she nearly cursed him again. However, he was right. If she wanted to live, she had to learn the rules. The time to exploit them would come.

Somehow.

Chapter Seven

She’d nearly fallen climbing the stairs with her legs hobbled. He’d taken her into the condo unit on the right, and as he’d led her through a sparsely furnished living room, she’d heard a TV playing in the other unit. Was that where the other man and woman were? Would she have a chance to talk to the woman, learn more?

Reno marched her through a spacious master suite to a bathroom that put hers to shame. The floor was high class tile, the counters marble, the shower all glass. The only thing that mattered was she could drink at least a little while in there.

 “
On a scale of one to ten,” he said, “how hungry are you?”

Before she could decide whether to answer, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter. He was still taller than her, his chest solid and shoulders hard. Smiling his predator smile, he ran his thumb over the crotch rope against her mons. “This is just the beginning of what your pussy’s going to be subjected to.”

“
The beginning,” she repeated so she wouldn’t have to listen to her hammering heart, “What about that—“

“
That makeshift dildo I jammed in you? That was impulse. Studied and time-tested methods are another story.” He pushed her back so her shoulders rested on the mirror behind her. Without use of her arms, she couldn’t straighten. He flattened his hand over her breasts.

“
Time to see what all the fuss is about.” He yanked the pussy rope to the side and ran a finger deep into her.

 
Leaning over her, he began moving his finger about. Despite her vow not to acknowledge what he was doing, she started to pant. She adored sex, was addicted to it. Keeping her vulnerability and weakness from the men in her life took effort, but she did it because she didn’t ever want them to think she wasn’t in control.

“
Lubrication’s kicking up,” he announced. “You’re going to wish it wouldn’t.”

There was something ominous about his words warning her not to say anything. Besides, she had all she could do to keep still. The rope dug into her.

“
A woman’s pussy is a remarkably simple organ.” He pushed until his entire finger was inside her. “Too many people get hung up on the mind/body connection when it comes to sex. If the body’s handled properly, the mind doesn’t matter.”

As he started to pull out, her sex muscles clenched around his finger only to lose hold. Before she realized what he had in mind, he’d inserted two fingers in her. Filled her. Her breathing and heart rate kicked up, and she rocked forward.

“
Starting to get the idea are you?” He let up on the pressure against her chest, not that she could take advantage of it. “I have no doubt you’d try to kill me right now given half a chance. The thing is you can’t sell your pussy on the idea.”

After a pause, he began finger-fucking her. He worked her hard and fast so her body shook. His beer-scented breath invaded her nostrils, prompting her to try to turn her head.

“
Not going to work, slut.” Leaning closer, he rested his forearm against her breasts and rammed his fingers so deep she lost the distinction between them. His body seemed to be everywhere, married to hers and yet that was nothing compared to his forceful thrusts. Was this way of telling her he didn’t intend to stop until he’d ruined her?

Heat covered her in waves and sucked her down, down. She bounced on the counter, the back of her head knocking against the glass while her legs flopped and her vaginal muscles repeatedly tightened. Despite her crazed attempt to concentrate on anything other than what he was subjecting her to, her mind kept shorting out.

She embraced, loathed, and feared her demanding pussy. Right before she climaxed, it felt as if she was racing up a mountain. Filled with sex-driven strength, she’d speed over steep slopes crazy eager for the furious downward plunge. She was nearly to the top now, beyond anything except the goal, wheezing and gasping, head thrashing, buttocks lifting.

“
Hell no!” he exclaimed. His lips mashed against hers.

Gone. His fingers no longer in her, the wonderful pummeling a fast-dying memory.

Enraged, she tried to bite him, but he was too quick and knowing.

When he pulled her to her feet only to leave her standing on weakened legs while he turned on the shower, she stared at the closed bathroom door. Why try? He had her. She couldn’t escape. Not wanting to, she looked at herself in the mirror. Numerous bruises covered where he’d beaten her, but she didn’t think he’d broken her flesh. Should she be grateful?

Grateful?
The word built inside her, and she turned her attention to her captor. His fingers had taken her into a dark red world framed by primal desire. Other men had finger-fucked her, but it had never been like this.

She’d never been helpless.

“
I’m not a fan of wet rope,” he said conversationally when he returned to her. “It tends to shrink. Of course sometimes that works with what I’m doing.”

Between trying to comprehend what he’d told her and her still-screaming body, there wasn’t enough left of her to focus as he removed everything except the collar and ropes around her wrists. Reaching into a back pocket, he pulled out a knife and sliced through the G-string’s elastic. When he placed the destroyed garment on the counter, she nearly asked if he intended to do something with it.

How the hell was she going to win this war?

Grasping her hair, he marched her into the shower and positioned her so the spray hit her back. Grateful for the warm water, she briefly closed her eyes only to come to her senses. After kicking off his sandals, he joined her in the too-confining space. She jerked on the bonds.

“
So I haven’t yet beaten the fire out of you. Good to know.” He brushed hair out of her eyes. “Damn but I have a great job.”

“
Yet?”

He clamped a hand over her mouth. “What’d I say about not speaking unless you’re given permission? Hopefully you haven’t forgotten.”

Having no choice, she shook her head.

“
I’m known for a lot of things,” he said as he reached for a bar of soap, “but catering to a woman isn’t one of them. Of course—“ He lathered a white washcloth and ran it over her breasts. “You no longer qualify as a woman.”

“
The hell I don’t.”  

“
Just because you have a cunt that doesn’t mean you qualify for human status. The delusion that you do isn’t going to last much longer.”

Arguing with him wouldn’t serve a purpose and she refused to set herself up for more demeaning comments. Besides, the longer he ran the cloth over her, the more her wounded flesh stung. Much as she didn’t want him to know, she couldn’t stop herself from trying to break free.

Grabbing her hair, he hauled her back. “I love resistance. Trust me, I’ll enjoy it more than you will.”

She indicated the cloth dangling from his fingers. “It hurts.”

“
Of course it does. This ain’t no spa.”

After turning her around so the spray struck her abused breasts, he went back to cleaning her. He spent much longer than he needed to running the cloth over her buttocks. Try as she did, she couldn’t stop from moaning and stamping her feet.

“
Delightful sound. Absolutely delightful.” Planting his hand against the back of her head, he forced her even closer to the shower. Sticking out her tongue, she began lapping. As water blinded her, she took scant comfort in knowing her hair was getting wet. It wasn’t the same as a shampoo, but she’d take what she could. Much more important, she was able to drink—after a fashion. Like an animal.

He pushed the cloth between her legs and against her labia. “Keep it there. Let it drop and you’ll regret it.”