Divine Cruelty (11 page)

She resisted the impending orgasm, partly because Master Bernard hadn't given her permission and partly because she didn't think she deserved the release. Her fears for Master Vince - her worries for his business now he was dealing with Pearl - could all be blamed on her single deception. Until she had earned his forgiveness for misleading him, she didn't think she would be able to casually enjoy any torment ever again. Taking solace from the lesson she had learnt, chasing any mental distraction that would help her delay the moment of climax, Rachel silently reasserted her vow that she would never lie to her master again.

'Aren't you licking her properly?' Master Bernard demanded.

If her teeth hadn't been clenched together, and if she had felt capable of anything more than a carnal, animal grunt, Rachel could have told him his slave was doing a marvellous job of licking between her legs. Since the vibrator had been pulled away her clitoris had been expertly sucked and lapped by a woman who knew how to work around the nuisance of a genital piercing. Her labia were sodden with a combination of saliva and copious juices and the effort of resisting her climax was almost proving unbearable.

'You're fighting me, aren't you Rachel?'

The softly spoken question was whispered into her ear.

She hadn't realised he had moved so close but, as soon as she knew he was on the bed beside her she turned her face to meet his. Their mouths met in a glorious exploration, his tongue penetrating her lips as she hungrily tasted him. The slaves continued to work on her; pushing the vibrators deeper; sucking and licking on her clitoris and nipples; and tugging relentlessly on her chains. But it was the passion of the kiss that finally drove her beyond the brink.

Master Bernard placed a hand against her cheek - a subtle gesture that could have been asexual on any other occasion - and the explosion of joy flooded through her. She screamed, writhing maniacally on the bed while loving and loathing the sensations that continued to tear her body.

He barked a handful of instructions in his native tongue and, although Rachel didn't understand a word, she guessed he was telling some of his charges to desist. As he pressed closer she wondered if he was going to mount her. The idea was darkly exciting because, although she had spent a full week with him, he had resisted the temptation to use her properly. She had sucked his cock a dozen times or more, and he had thrashed her and used her anus, but she had yet to feel the supreme pleasure of having his climax pulse into her sex.

Reaching down for his erection she guided him to the heat of her cleft with one shaking hand. He felt eager and hard, already on the verge of his own orgasm, and she refrained from squeezing him for fear that he might come before she could get him inside. As soon as his glans was against her pussy lips she bucked her hips forward and was met by his sudden plunge inside.

His thickness spread her wide.

The vibrators in her anus added to the experience, making her sex tighter and more sensitive. She felt as though she was being ridden by a huge shaft and another orgasm exploded from her hole. Clenching her hands into fists, embracing him as though he was a lover and not a master, she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled herself onto him.

'You greedy little whore,' he grunted.

Rachel could feel him trying to pull away and briefly fought to keep him in her arms. She didn't know if she relented because he was stronger and more powerful, or if a part of her finally remembered that he was her superior and she was supposedly servile. Whatever the cause, it was with genuine reluctance that she allowed him to lever himself away from her chest.

He plunged his shaft deep and, at the same time, he reached down to her bound breasts and squeezed. Shards of sweet pain erupted, spreading from the nipples and continuing until they encompassed her entire body. She opened her eyes and saw him grinning mercilessly as he buried his fingernails into the distended flesh. One pierced nipple jutted from between his index and middle fingers and, as she watched, he pressed it between his knuckles.

Almost sickened by the easy way he was able to wring pleasure from her body, Rachel closed her eyes again. She revelled in the bliss of every torment, squeezed her pussy muscles tightly around him and brought her pelvis up for his final thrust.

His shaft pulsed and the douche of his seed soaked her womb. Each tremor of his length ignited a new flurry of sensations and she screamed and sobbed through a series of shattering explosions. She couldn't understand why the pleasure seemed so profound and wondered if it had anything to do with her personal vow never to lie to a master again. The idea that she might have enjoyed a revelation - a new way of accepting her servility - was almost as warming as the eddies of bliss that rippled through her body.

Master Bernard pulled himself from her sweat-soaked frame and delivered a series of guttural commands. This time she couldn't tell if he was speaking in a language she understood because her thoughts were too fragmented to make sense of anything except the subsiding joy of her release. Opening her eyes she saw the slaves had been dismissed and she and Master Bernard were finally alone.

He lay against her, holding her in his strong embrace.

'Why can't I keep you here all the time?'

She held her breath, trying to decide if he had asked the question, or if she was only listening to a cherished hope of what he might say. 'I'm your brother's favourite,' she said quietly. Normally those words were spoken with pride but this time she could hear a definite note of regret colouring the phrase. 'He's generous enough to lend...'

'I wouldn't be generous with you if you were mine,' he broke in. 'I'd be mean and selfish. I'd keep you chained away from others and you'd only be available for my pleasure and satisfaction.'

Her heart was pounding thunderously as she guessed where he was leading. Her life as Master Vince's favourite was satisfying but she didn't doubt Master Bernard would be more attentive to her needs. The prospect of becoming his favourite was a dream she had harboured after every tarocco reading that he attended and she was amazed to hear him suggest what she had never dared to put into words.

'You'd tire of me,' she said quickly, hoping he wouldn't hear eagerness in her voice.

'I'll be an old man before I grow tired of you,' he grunted.

'I only excite you because this is forbidden,' she tried. His hand was on her lap, the fingers squirming into the sodden wetness of her sex, teasing the lips and coaxing fresh desire from her fetid warmth.

'You excite me because you're you,' he said earnestly. With an impatient gasp he snatched his hand away and turned his back on her. 'I'm wasting my time, aren't I? You have no interest in being my property. You're happier being my brother's favourite.'

The words stung and she wondered if it might be because there was a grain of truth in them. Remembering the personal vow she had just made, struggling to be honest with Master Bernard as she had promised herself she would be honest with Master Vince, she said, 'I'm happy being your brother's favourite. But I think I could be happier if I were yours.'

He turned to her and smiled, 'We must work toward that goal. What a shame we didn't have more time to discuss this but I know my brother's car will be here for you shortly.'

She knew the car was coming - the imminent end to her stay at the albergo had instigated this final, farewell liaison - and she wished they had made this discovery of their mutual desires earlier in the week. Rachel was trying to think what she should say next, searching for the words that would bring them closer to a permanent relationship, when Master Bernard broke the silence.

'I've been thinking about what we should do concerning Pearl.'

She stiffened. 'What do you think we should do?'

He clasped her hand and held it tightly. Shaking his head he said, 'I could have explained my plan if we'd only had a little more time.'

'You have a plan?' she pressed.

'I might have. But, for it to work properly, I'll need you to do a favour for me.'

She almost laughed at the polite way he broached the subject. 'A favour? For you? Of course I'll do you a favour. Just name it and consider it done.'

His smile was triumphant. 'I'll fill you in on the exact details the next time we meet,' he promised. 'But, when you're next reading the tarocco for your master, I'll want you to lie for me. And now I'm going to pass the time until the car comes by beating your tits.'

Rachel squirmed in anticipation as he fetched a crop and flexed it, gazing down fondly at her and sizing up the targets her blood-engorged tits provided.

He began by flicking at the undersides, using the leather keeper to tease and sting her as she squeezed her tits close together for him, thrusting the nipples up in mute appeal for punishment. But he made her wait until she was on the point of begging out loud before he raised the thin shaft above his head and brought it scything down across both nipples simultaneously. Rachel's body arched and her teeth clenched. Lights exploded in her brain and she felt her whole body pulse in sympathy with the agony in her tits. It was some moments before she opened her eyes and saw him still standing over her holding the crop.

'I think we've got time for a couple more, Rachel. Now hold your tits up again.'

Gasping for breath and trying to prepare herself for the next explosions she nevertheless gripped her pounding orbs once more and squeezed them up for the whip.

CHAPTER NINE

Master Bernard's parting words stayed with her on the long limousine journey home. Rachel didn't notice Jason's brooding silence as he drove, or any of the passing scenery. All she could think about was what Master Bernard had asked her to do. '...when you're next reading the tarocco for your master, I'll want you to lie for me.' The concept worried her because, although she had lied to her master once, she had never planned to do it a second time. Even when Helena came rushing to greet her, her usual happy face twisted with a foreboding frown, Rachel didn't acknowledge the warning signs. She simply allowed her aide to collect the luggage and let her struggle with the weight of both cases. Perpetually brooding over the idea of lying for Master Bernard, she didn't notice the sports car parked next to Master Vince's vehicle, or its registration B1TCH, or the thin numbers of house staff working in the corridors.

When they were ensconced in the sanctuary of Rachel's bedroom Helena finally broke the silence and made her realise something was amiss. Without bothering to close the door she dropped the luggage beside the bed and embraced Rachel tightly. 'I'm so glad you're back,' she said. 'I've missed you so badly and so much has changed this last week.'

Rachel stared at her, puzzled by the unsolicited display of affection. 'Helena?' she asked curiously. 'What's wrong?'

Helena raised her face, her eyes wet with the threat of tears. Shaking her head, she said, 'It's terrible, mistress,' she moaned. 'It's truly terrible. The worst thing possible has happened and I think your plans are falling to pieces. It was a mistake for you to lie to...'

Rachel saw movement behind the slave and slapped Helena hard across the mouth, cutting off the words before they could prove damning. She knew she had delivered the blow too sharply, the servant reeled from the blow and fell heavily to the floor, but O'Mara's appearance in the open doorway made the abrupt measure necessary.

'You've been lying, Rachel?' O'Mara smiled sweetly. She was wearing her traditional daytime garb, high heels, fishnet stockings and a black, skimpy maid's uniform. The skirt was cut so short the tops of her stockings could be seen contrasting with the milky white flesh of her upper thighs. The whole outfit was tight on her skinny frame but, rather than making her look sultry and becoming, O'Mara only looked cheap and available. Uninvited, she stepped into the room. 'Who have you been lying to?' she asked with malevolent enthusiasm. 'Surely, you haven't been lying to Master Vince?'

'What do you want, O'Mara?'

'The master requires your presence in his chamber. He said he wanted to see you as soon as you returned.'

Glancing down at Helena, Rachel saw the servant was trying to impart some warning. She surreptitiously shook her head, shaping urgent words behind a hand that was supposedly rubbing her punished jaw, but it was impossible for Rachel to understand the full message. Turning to O'Mara she said, 'Tell the master I'll be along shortly.'

'No,' O'Mara said with quiet authority. 'I'll escort you there now.'

Rachel was tempted to argue but she could see it would be counterproductive. As much as she wanted Helena to explain the meaning behind her warnings, and learn what had been happening in her absence, she was resigned to waiting until Master Vince had finished with her. Briskly walking ahead of O'Mara, not wanting it to seem as though the mousy blonde was leading the way, Rachel tried to convince herself that Helena was fussing about nothing. House slaves were notorious for their flights of fancy, entertaining each other with outlandish gossip, and frightening themselves with stories of impending catastrophe. Admittedly, Helena wasn't usually prone to such shortcomings but Rachel couldn't imagine any situation in the master's household meriting such staunch prophecies of doom.

'Your slut said you'd been lying,' O'Mara told Rachel.

Rachel fixed her with a withering glare. 'Do you listen to other people's conversations because it compensates for no one talking to you?'