Distorted Hope (11 page)

“Of sex?” He cocked his brow.

I winced. “Kinda. With you.”

“I’m just a man, Kitten. We all have the same biology. Same needs.”

My eyes unconsciously slid down his body to his jutting cock and shook my head. “You won’t fit.”

He chuckled. “A woman’s body has the amazing ability to adjust to whatever sized man she is with. After all, you are meant to bear children, and I assure you, a baby’s head is larger than my dick.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I had about as much experience with babies as I did with men.

Nathan dropped his head down again to take my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and trailing his fingers down to my freshly-shorn pussy. I gasped in astonishment at the sensation of his hand on the extra-sensitive skin. His chest rumbled against my side as he stroked me. He kissed down my stomach and nuzzled my pussy.

I whimpered as he spread me open and darted his tongue out to lick me. “Oh!” I exclaimed when he licked me from my slit to my clit. I could feel the texture of his tongue on my outer lips and I moaned loudly.

My head pressed back into the pillow as he seemed to feast on me, licking with enthusiasm and holding my thighs down when I tried to move. He didn’t say anything but concentrated his attention on my clit.

My legs trembled and I fisted my hands in the sheets as I felt my orgasm building, quicker than I would have expected. “Oh… oooooh!” My back arched and my body trembled as waves of pleasure crashed against me, sending me spiraling into the stars.

He pressed his fingers into my pussy as I floated back down to earth. I opened my eyes and gave him a lazy smile. He looked amused when he thrust in quickly and I gasped.

“I like eating pussy,” he said, wiggling his fingers inside me, making me moan. “You are delicious. I have several clients I
know
will enjoy you.”

My heart tightened at the reminder I was now, apparently, his sex slave. He was just trying me out. Taking ownership of me. He didn’t like me. This wasn’t lovemaking like it had been with Jason. I was here so he could sample me.

“Yes, Patrón,” I acknowledged, looking up at the beamed ceiling.

“Don’t be rude, Kyra,” he said in a warning tone, moving into position above me. He looked down at me with hard eyes. “I am your master now. I
own
you. When you are in my bed, your job is to please me. Looking at the ceiling is rude.”

“I’m sorry, Patrón.” I swallowed back tears and looked at his shoulder. I didn’t want to look him in the eye. I hated the thought that this was just fucking. I had loved making love to Jason the night before. This was so… impersonal. So unlike what happened in my books.

Nathan growled and nudged my knees apart. Positioning himself at my entrance, he pressed into me at a steady pace, not waiting for my body to adjust to his girth.

I stiffened and tried to push him away, whimpering at the pain. He held me in place and gave me a disapproving look. I could barely see him through the tears in my eyes. When he was inside me to the hilt, he paused for a moment and took a breath.

I whimpered and wiggled, trying to escape his invasion, but quickly realized it was a pointless struggle. His forearms rested on either side of my shoulders, keeping the majority of his weight off of me, but there was enough to keep me from moving. I took in a shaky breath to get my tears under control, but when he started moving inside me, they began afresh.

Unlike his previous touch, he wasn’t slow or gentle. He seemed upset. Angry, even. Or maybe this was how an owner had sex with his slave.

He thrust into me with long, firm strokes, invading my body. I pressed my lips together to keep quiet. His thrusts became more insistent and deeper and then he cursed and stiffened above me. I could feel him throbbing inside me and swallowed hard, thankful he was done.

He lay there, breathing heavily for a moment before rolling to his side. With his body heat gone, I shivered from the cool air. I closed my eyes, afraid to look anywhere, and took deep breaths to keep from sobbing.

Nathan growled and stood. I opened my eyes and watched him stride into the bathroom. What had I done to anger him?

Turning onto my side, I curled up into a ball. I was cold, but didn’t know if it was okay to get under the covers. A few minutes later, Nathan emerged, dressed.

“Go to sleep,” he barked. “I’ll be back later.”

“Yes, Patrón,” I whispered as he stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

After a few minutes, I heard loud male voices. They were muffled, so I didn’t know what they were saying, but one sounded like Mark. The other I was pretty sure was Nathan and he sounded angry. Was he angry at Mark for bringing me? Well, Mark should have known better than to bring a stupid, inexperienced girl to a place to be a sex slave.

Nathan hadn’t said whether or not I could get under the blankets, and I was fading fast, so I stayed curled in a ball and fell asleep moments later.

A cool breeze tickled my cheek with my hair and I opened my eyes. I was in a bedroom, but it wasn’t Nathan’s.

The L-shaped corner room had a similar feel to Nathan and Jason’s rooms, so I assumed I was still at the hacienda. It was almost as big as Nathan’s bedroom, but it didn’t have a loft. The floors were dark wood, and the walls were white and lined with windows which displayed a brilliant blue sky. When I sat up, I could see green mountains in the distance.

There was a seating area in the far corner and a writing desk in the middle of the wall of open windows to my right. Directly across from me, a set of double glass doors opened onto a long patio wrapped around the outer two sides of the room.

A pocket door was in the short wall to my left, near the patio door, and I got up and walked through it, hoping it was a bathroom. It was. A picture window sat above a huge garden tub in the corner of the bathroom. A large, tiled shower, stood on one side of the tub and a vanity on the other. Through another pocket door was a large, empty closet.

A white robe hung next to the shower and I put it on, not having anything else to wear.

I went back out into the bedroom and stared out the window, uncertain of what to do. Had I so revolted Nathan the previous night that he didn’t want anything to do with me? Was that a bad thing? What would he do with me if it was true?

My heart ached for Jason. That I had been forced to have sex with another man made it even worse. What had Jason been thinking last night? Or worse, had he used one of the other girls? Those I had seen were very pretty—much prettier than myself. Who could blame him for wanting one of them?

A door opened behind me and I turned to see Mark walk in with a petite Latina behind him; she was holding a tray of food.

“Good morning,” he said. The look he gave me was almost apologetic. Was he regretting he’d brought me? Had he gotten in trouble the night before?

“Good morning,” I answered in a soft voice.

The woman put the tray on the table in the corner and then left the room after giving Mark a small curtsy.

“How did you sleep?” Mark asked.

My brows twitched. “Okay, I guess. I didn’t wake up at all.”

Mark smiled. “You seem to be a sound sleeper. You didn’t make a sound when I brought you in here.”

I looked around. “I’m still at the hacienda?” I asked in confirmation.

He nodded and glanced around the room. “In one of the nicer guest rooms.” He motioned with his hand to the corner. “Eat.”

I went to sit in one of the two armchairs. The table the food was on was knee height, so I picked up the plate of eggs and potatoes and held it while I ate.

“Normally, the girls eat in their dining room, but you slept through breakfast, so Nathan said to have you eat up here.”

“Oh.” As soon as I took a bite, I realized how hungry I was and began to eat quickly.

Mark sat down in the chair next to me. “After you eat, I’ll take you to Pasha and she’ll get you cleaned up. Then Nathan wants to see you.”

I glanced up at him. “What did I do to upset him last night?”

Mark grimaced. “Nothing, really. He didn’t realize how inexperienced you were. Then again, neither did I.”

“You didn’t tell him?”

“We don’t communicate much when I’m out… retrieving.”

“Retrieving?” I looked at him.

Mark shrugged. “Sounds better than kidnapping.”

I frowned and began eating again. “Is he still going to…?” I said after a few minutes. “I mean, if I’m not any good, why am I still here?”

“Skills can be taught.”

“Oh.” My stomach churned at the thought. “Do the girls do anything besides… sex?”

Mark chuckled. “When we have guests, and sometimes even when we don’t, they put on performances. Dancing,” he said in answer to my unasked question. “I suppose it’s a type of belly dancing.”

Dancing didn’t sound so bad, and I’d had a secret interest in belly dancing ever since Stacey started taking classes a few years ago. She’d tried to get me to go with her, but I’d refused.

“As long as they behave, they actually have quite a bit of freedom. They rehearse every day. They have hobbies. The compound is large and there’s a nice garden behind their house.”

A garden sounded nice. “Are the men mean?”

Mark shook his head. “We’re not allowed to abuse the girls, unless they’re being punished. Those with rougher appetites know which girls like that sort of thing and utilize them. Nathan does his best to keep his guests from hurting the girls, but it happens sometimes.”

I shuddered and put my plate down. I’d eaten most of the food and had lost my appetite for any more.

“The girls are nice. Nathan doesn’t tolerate cattiness. Being a bitch will earn you a harsh punishment. They have their own house with living areas, a dance studio, and other things. You’ll have your own room there. Your room is
your
room. No one goes in there, including men, unless you want them to. With the exception of Nathan, of course.”

I imagined Nathan could do anything he wanted to.

“The men can have the girls in their rooms and vice versa. They have their favorites, and as long as guests aren’t here and everyone is doing what they’re supposed to, Nathan doesn’t care who fucks who.

“The girls will help you out with anything you need. The men know to keep their hands off you until Nathan says so.” Mark’s eyes grew intense. “If anyone touches you before then, come tell me. You’ll be told when the restriction is lifted.”

“Does that include Jason?”

“Nathan told Jason he could have you with his permission. I assume that hasn’t changed.” He glanced at my plate. “You done?”

I nodded and stood when Mark did.

“Pasha will have clothes for you to wear,” he said as we left the room.

I noticed the room I’d been in was right next to Jason’s room. My heart began aching for him again.

Mark led me downstairs, through the stone courtyard, and down the small path leading to the women’s house. A cheery living room opened up to the right of the entrance and we found Pasha there. She and Mark spoke in Spanish for a few minutes, and then he told me he would be back later to get me.

“Eventually, you’ll be allowed to wander around alone,” Pasha said, leading me to the room where she’d waxed me the night before.

Pasha proceeded to give me the equivalent to a spa treatment while telling me about living at Nathan’s hacienda.

She was in her late-thirties and had been with El Patrón for ten years. Occasionally she was used for sex, but for the most part, she was more of a matron for the girls: choreographing their performances, making sure they behaved, keeping them well-groomed, and a host of other things.

El Patrón was a good master, she said. He treated everyone fairly but expected prompt obedience.

I had experienced that already.

Pasha was thrilled to learn I had studied dance, but I protested when she called me a dancer. All of the girls did well, but few were excellent dancers.

There were seven girls besides Pasha: Leandra and Yolanda were from Panama, Laurie was from London, Amé was from a small town in France, Hanne was German, and Madison and Julia were American. They were all in their early twenties, with the exception of Laurie and Amé, who were nineteen. They were the newest girls before I had arrived.