Divine Cruelty (4 page)

'Suck him until he's on the point,' Master Vince told her. He was no longer watching the brunette, his attention involved with the other two women. Examining them both with almost clinical dispassion, he tugged and teased their pussy lips while remaining indifferent to their moans of arousal and encouragement. 'Suck him until he's on the point, then hold him there until I give you permission to finish him off. Do you understand?'

Without moving her head from Jason's erection, the brunette nodded.

The master turned to Pearl. 'What's your pitch?' he asked quietly. 'What deal are you trying to swing?'

Pearl looked confident as she settled herself down on one of the pews. She took a pack of cigarettes from her purse and lit one. Smiling at the way events were progressing, she turned to the master and said, 'You've traded in slaves before, haven't you?'

'I'm a trader,' he said evasively. 'It's difficult to remember every type of transaction I've profited from.'

'But, you'd profit from trading these bitches,' Pearl pressed. 'Wouldn't you?'

Master Vince didn't reply and, when Rachel glanced to see why he was hesitating, she was struck by two things. Initially she simply thought the master was extracting sadistic pleasure from teasing the two women but she also realised he was considering what Pearl had said. His face wore the familiar expression of a man calculating profit and working out his own large percentage.

'Where have they come from?'

Pearl shook her head. 'I'll tell you about the source once we've agreed on a partnership deal.'

'How many can you get?'

'Three or four a month on my own. With your backing I think I can guarantee a supply to fulfil any demand.'

Rachel only half-listened, mesmerised by the sight of the brunette giving head. In her own time under Master Vince's domination she had often sucked the burly aide but she had never seen it done with as much relish as the brunette was investing. She savoured every trickle of pre-come and sucked on him as though she was worshipping the length of cock in her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, alternating between greedy suckling and wet, slobbering kisses, a mixture of semen and saliva coated her glistening smile. Her fingers remained in a tight circle around the base of Jason's shaft as she held him steady for her mouth.

'Why are you looking for a partnership deal?' The master held the pussy of one woman and squeezed her engorged clitoris between his finger and thumb. He watched her face with curiosity as she was twisted by spasms of conflicting pleasure and anguish. 'Why are you looking for a partnership deal when you could profit just as well from trading these bitches without my involvement?'

'I'll explain that when we're seriously negotiating,' Pearl told him.

'But, can't you tell me why, when you obviously have the...'

'Master?'

The brunette's hesitant voice broke through their discussion and Master Vince turned on her with a thunderous frown. He saw she was holding Jason's shaft away from her mouth and a cursory glance at his aide told him the burly man was on the verge of climax.

Jason's hands were balled into fists and every muscle on his body was held taut.

'Has she got you to the brink?' Master Vince asked needlessly.

Jason nodded.

The master turned to the brunette and made a circling motion with his index finger. 'Turn around and let Jason ride you,' he said. 'Let's see if your pussy works as good as it looks.'

Untroubled by the request, clearly savouring the chance to obey, the brunette climbed from her knees and turned away from Jason. She retained a hold on his shaft, thrust her buttocks toward him and guided him inside.

Enthralled, Rachel released a sigh of pent-up breath.

She could see Jason was struggling to contain his explosion but it was obviously a battle he was going to lose. The brunette lowered herself onto him, smiling grimly as his thick shaft spread her open. She seemed to do nothing more than accept him - maybe wriggling her hips lightly, Rachel thought, but definitely no more than that - and then Jason was groaning.

The brunette flinched each time his length pulsed into her, a momentary smile fleeting across her lips. Still holding the base of his shaft, standing slightly upright as his seed began to trickle from her sex and dribble down the insides of her thighs, she switched her expectant gaze from Pearl to Master Vince.

'I thought you would have had more staying power,' the master told Jason. He indicated the brunette could move and she extricated herself from the aide's shaft before walking placidly back to Pearl's side. 'I've seen the best of my girls blow you and you've ridden them for hours before shooting,' Master Vince complained. 'What the hell happened to you?'

Jason chewed his lower lip and looked uncharacteristically embarrassed. 'Like Pearl said before,' he grunted, shoving his spent penis back into his pants. 'That bitch's pussy doesn't just look good. It feels divine.'

Watching the master, Rachel could see he was considering the business implications of this explanation. He turned to Pearl and demanded, 'How much are you asking?'

She raised an eyebrow and tossed her cigarette to the floor. Stubbing it into the polished wood with her heel, she said, 'Do I take it you're ready to make a deal?'

His features were stern. Every trace of frivolity was etched away as he transformed himself into a ruthless, efficient businessman. 'Have Jason bring these three to my study,' he decided. 'We can talk business in there.'

CHAPTER THREE

Helena led Rachel back to her bedroom, keeping one arm around her waist to provide support. After the trauma of the reading the redhead still felt drained and weakened. With every other step she worried her knees were going to buckle but, worse than any other symptom, she remained congested with a loathsome, dark arousal.

Helena waited until the bedroom door was closed before asking 'What happened this evening?' The halls of Master Vince's homes were not places for discussing private matters and both women knew better than to talk while there was a danger of being overheard. 'What happened? What did the cards show you?'

Rachel collapsed miserably on the bed.

Of all the torments in Master Vince's home, of all the humiliating roles she could have been chosen to fulfil, she believed her position as his tarocco reader had to rank as the worst. He kept a harem of pliant sex slaves in the east wing - each available for the pleasures of the master or his guests, and all agreeable to any demand regardless of its depravity - and Rachel envied every one of those women. For crueller practices - for those occasions when he was entertaining pony-carters or tournament players - the master maintained a small army of athletic masochists. Their bodies were exercised to a discipline of feminine perfection and they were regularly tested to the thresholds of pain and beyond. Writhing on her bed, caught in the throes of bitter frustration, Rachel also envied each of those women. Torn by fury and unsatisfied need, she buried her face in a pillow and hammered her fists against the mattress. Considering the master's empire, Rachel believed he could have found a thousand alternative roles for her to fulfil, any of which would have been more rewarding than her position as his tarocco reader. Through a veil of tears she bemoaned the misfortune of her unfulfilling role and despised the unsatisfied arousal it always inspired.

'You were on edge all evening,' Helena complained.

She sounded worried and placed a comforting hand on Rachel's bare back. The contact was a frisson of unparalleled delight and a crackle of raw need arced through Rachel's body.

Seemingly oblivious to the responses she evoked, Helena continued haranguing her mistress. 'You said there was going to be suffering ahead and you said you were going to deal with it. What happened, mistress? What happened?'

Still trying to put the events of the evening out of her mind, Rachel didn't reply. Reading the tarocco had left her with needs that demanded satisfaction and, as her arousal continued to swell, she decided she wasn't going to answer any of Helena's questions until her desires had been met. She pulled her face from the pillow, glared at the servant and said, 'Bind my tits.'

Helena looked set to refuse until Rachel glared at her. Knowing better than to argue - seeming to realise that Rachel wouldn't want to hear how Master Vince expressly forbade such practices - she went to the loose floorboard that concealed all their contraband. Fumbling quickly through their secret store, she retrieved the buckled strap Rachel preferred for this torment. The length of leather was long enough to repeatedly circle both breasts and its slender width made the task of binding easier. Anxious to please the redhead, and working carefully to avoid her chains, Helena wrapped the strap excruciatingly tight.

Rachel moaned. Both orbs were painfully restricted and the sensations of bondage and vulnerability promised relief from the knot of frustration that weighed in her stomach. The tight, circling bands left her nipples acutely sensitive and she was elated when Helena traced eager fingers against the areolae. Not wanting to rush the experience, determined to relax and savour every moment, Rachel carelessly pushed the servant's hand away. 'Lick my cunt,' she snapped. 'You can play with my nipples when I tell you. For now I want you to lick my cunt.'

Obediently, Helena fell between her legs.

Her mouth was warm and moist against the burning heat of Rachel's need and she used her tongue deftly to coax blissful sensations. She lapped at each labium, teasing the responsive flesh, before flicking her tongue against the piercing through Rachel's prepuce.

Rachel revelled in the growing warmth as it began to spread from between her legs. Because she was on her back the weight of the chains was only a negligible concern and she wondered if she should tug on them to add to the moment. Deciding it was Helena's task to satisfy her, she wallowed in the ecstasy of nearing satisfaction and turned her mind back to events in the chapel. 'Did you see those slaves Pearl had brought with her?'

Helena raised her head slightly and nodded. Her smile was dewy with Rachel's wetness but the redhead only had time to catch a brief glimpse of the expression before the servant was lowering her face back between her thighs. She pushed her tongue inside and squirmed it as deep as she could manage.

Rachel gasped. She grabbed fistfuls of the bed linen and struggled to stave off the threatened climax. As much as she wanted to orgasm she was determined not to rush the moment. Trying to make her attempts at conversation sound casual, she growled, 'Did you see their pussy lips? Weren't they just the most outrageous thing ever?'

She didn't bother looking for a reply this time, not really caring what Helena thought. Simply remembering the slaves' engorged labia - recalling the excitement the sight generated and revisiting the dark desire to have her own sex look so grotesquely obvious - was almost enough to push her to the brink of orgasm. It was sufficient to relive the memory without worrying about something as unimportant as Helena's opinion on the subject.

Another burst of pleasure flowered from her sex and Rachel grimaced as the tremors shivered through her.

Helena was gifted at cunnilingus, able to time her attention meticulously between languid strokes and deep, satisfying penetration. She knew when Rachel wanted her piercing teased and when she was happier to have the rest of her pussy lovingly pandered. Rachel considered her own skills in reading the tarocco to be something close to psychic but she didn't think her telepathic abilities were anywhere near as finely attuned as Helena's innate knowledge of how to please. The threat of release rushed over her in quickening waves while every nerve ending tingled with the promise of climax. Not wanting to give into the satisfaction so quickly, knowing her body needed to feel fully aroused before she could unfasten the knot of unfulfilled tension from her stomach, Rachel thrashed on the bed as she tried to keep the orgasm at bay.

'Did you see that brunette?' Rachel asked. Her voice was thick with passion and the words were barely discernible but, because she was only speaking to Helena, she knew that didn't matter. 'Did you see that brunette? Wasn't she just the most beautiful creature you've ever seen?'

Helena raised her face briefly. Her smile was a study in shameless adoration and, if Rachel had bothered to look, she might have noticed the servant was staring at her with genuine reverence. 'She was truly exquisite,' Helena admitted. With obvious meaning, she stared at Rachel and said, 'I've only ever seen one woman more beautiful.'

Not understanding the comment, and not really caring what it was supposed to mean, Rachel snapped her fingers for Helena to return to her chore. She allowed the servant to continue licking at her while loving and loathing the pleasure. When the threat of orgasm pressed dangerously close, when she felt sure it would only take another eager kiss at her pussy before she was screaming with euphoria, Rachel called for Helena to stop. 'Don't do that any more,' she insisted, pushing her away. 'Suck my tits instead.'

Obediently, Helena did as she was told.

If Rachel had cared to look she would have seen the servant was in a state of high arousal. Helena wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, frowning lightly as though she didn't want to be rid of the taste of Rachel's pussy, and crawled eagerly up the bed. The thrust of Rachel's nipples was visible through the flimsy silk fabric of her blouse and, when Helena accidentally brushed herself against the redhead's side, the servant shivered as though the contact had given her immeasurable satisfaction.