Madeleine Abducted (20 page)

“Please,
Master, please.” Raspy with need, her voice barely broke free of her throat as
she begged him to push inside her.

Aaron
released her breast only long enough to chuckle wickedly before asking, “So
impatient. What do you need from me,
Maddy
?”

Her
cheeks an inflamed pink, she built up the nerve to tell him what she needed. “Please
push inside me. I … I think I need it … I want to know how it feels.”

Fuck!
He was a bastard, but Aaron couldn’t resist the seductive lilt to her voice,
the way her muscles clenched at his fingers, so greedy for his touch. She
writhed against him, her hips moving along the chair in erotic rotations that
filled his head with images of her moving like that on his lap. Finally losing
his ability to resist her, he pushed a finger into the tight heat of her body,
the slickened skin undulating against his finger as he pushed up and curled
inward to find a spot he was sure would make her scream. If this was the first
time any man had been inside her, the first time she would experience what it
felt like to be taken by a hand other than her own … A thought occurred to him
at that moment, a wicked joke he wanted to play on the woman approaching
ecstasy above him. He stopped suddenly, stopped teasing her breasts with his
hand and tongue, pulled out of her to rest the tip of his finger against her
opening.

Looking
up, he marveled in the lustful expression over her face, her lips, so full,
were parted from her panting breath. Her eyes were hooded over and glossy, her
cheeks flushed from the way he was making her feel. Clearing his throat, he asked,
“Have you ever touched yourself,
Maddy
… ” Pushing
his finger forward, he just barely breached the interior of her core. “ …
here
?”

The
additional blood surging into her cheeks was enough of an answer, but he wanted
to make her say it, to speak the words he knew would not easily roll off her
tongue. Catching her breath, her breast rubbed against his chin, back and forth
as he waited for her to respond. “No … Master,” was her quiet confession
letting him know that she was more innocent than he thought.

“Give
me your hand. Place the other on my head when I kiss you again. I like to feel
the pull of a woman’s hand in my hair while I pleasure her.” Reaching over to
grasp her shaking hand, Aaron growled as he pulled that hand down while the
other wrapped itself into the thickness of his hair. Forcing her hand to cup
herself, he ran one of his fingers, slickened by her arousal, over hers,
pushing her into herself. Pushing inside with her, he kept pressure on her,
navigating her to the spot used to tear a woman apart from the inside, out. A
teasing rhythm, he moved her to play along that spot, his heart racing as her
other hand gripped into his hair, tugged at the skin at the base.

Ecstasy
wrapped in sin,
Maddy
lost herself to the foreign
sensation inflicted inside her body; her breathing so erratic she needed to
remind herself to pull in a breath. He’d instructed her to touch his hair when
he kissed her, but his face did not move from the side of her breast, the warm
heat of his skin rolling along her side, his eyes, the color of jade, blazing
up to watch her expression as he moved with her, inside her. When his mouth
came down over their hands, when his tongue snaked out to circle over the
bundle of hypersensitive nerves, she screamed out her release. A volcano
erupting within her,
Maddy
felt like her body
convulsed as her orgasm hit her like an avalanche. Her ears rang from the
sudden rush of blood through her body, her skin glistening from the fine sheen
of sweat produced by the unbelievable heat Aaron was forcing through her. Just
as she thought she would tear apart from the intensity of the release, she
started to calm, small tremors still traveling along her skin as she came down
from a peak so high, she wasn’t sure how she’d lived so long without experiencing
it.

His
mouth continued its suction until the last of her quakes had subsided. When he
pulled their hands free, when he sat up and away from her, her body went limp
in the chair, her chest heaving … aching from the tight skin of her swollen
breasts.

She
looked down at him, her mind nothing but a jumble of mush as he smiled up at
her, victory and satisfaction written across his expression. As he stood up,
she could see where his pants had become tight against him, it looked painful
even from her perspective. He reached down, taking her hand in his and pulling
her from the chair. “Let’s take a shower, Mouse, we both need to get cleaned
up.”

He
knew he should stop, knew he was skating dangerously close to the edge of that
line he dared not cross … but the temptation was too much. Pulling her behind
him down the corridor, they entered his room to the sounds of the CD as it
neared its end.
Maddy
walked dizzily behind him, her
occasional missed step endearing to a man not used to the inexperienced woman. Leading
her into the adjacent bathroom he struggled to remember that this woman was
being trained. Finally corralling his lust, he let go of her hand to further
instruct her. “Go kneel by the entrance to the shower. Keep your hands in your
lap, your eyes trained to the floor until I instruct differently. Any time that
we are in public, that is the position you will take by my side. It doesn’t
matter whether I’m sitting or standing, when we are not moving, you are to
remain on the floor next to my feet.”

Maddy
complied instantly, slightly
relieved to be off her shaky legs, but also uncomfortable with her knees
against the hard surface of the stone floor. Despite her discomfort, she held
that position as Aaron moved where she could not see him, as she listened to the
sound of a zipper being drawn down, to the sound of the material of his pants
as they fell to the floor.

Aaron
stepped out of his pants and allowed his eyes to trace over the perfect curve
to her body as she knelt on the floor by the shower. Her feet tucked underneath
her, the full shape of her ass was pure enticement, the fleshy slope of her hip
begging for his bite.

With
his hand running along the hard width of his cock, he looked her over, imagined
himself buried in her depths, introducing her to what it feels like to be taken
by a man. Shaking off his thoughts, he stepped back from that dangerous edge,
remembering that she was still held captive, still not a true willing
participant. But his need got the best of him, propelled him forward into the
shower to turn on the water, as she remained kneeling in wait of his next
command. Rinsing the last of the socialite off his body, he waited, allowed
Maddy
to sit in wonder as to what he would do next.

Once
the temperature of the water had caused steam to swirl thickly within the
sunken space, he called her. He could see as her silhouette moved into a
standing position, the supple hourglass curve to her body so lush and
exquisitely feminine, his cock swelled even more; anticipation forcing blood
south in preparation for his conquest.

When
she stepped into the spray of water, the mahogany brown of her hair plastered
itself over her skin, the tips of her breasts peeking out from behind its
curtain. Aaron’s tongue filled his mouth from his desire to pull one of those
peaks into his mouth, to leave a telling mark from the suction. Running his
hands along the water as it cascaded over her form, he noticed how her eyes
looked down, widening to see a naked man for the first time. Aaron laughed to
himself, not sure what to do with a woman who’d never even seen a man at his
hardest.

“Touch
me, slave.” His voice was like gravel, rough with need. When her hand shot
forward tentatively touching, but then fully grasping his width, he almost
released in her hand right then. His head falling back, he ordered, “Stroke
back and forth, Mouse; there’s no need to be shy.” Her hand moved gingerly over
his cock, barely a tickle compared to his grip. He reached down to grasp her
hand, to force it tighter around his width as he showed her the rhythm he
preferred. Her eyes remained trained on their hands, on the intimacy of her
touch.

As
Maddy
was taught how to touch a man, she seemed to marvel
at the feel of the silken skin over the engorged muscle and flesh underneath. Finally,
pulling her eyes from what they were doing, she looked up into his face,
surprise in her eyes to find that he was staring down at her; but when she
peaked up, her breath caught, her hand no longer moving on her own accord, but
only because he continued to push it along.

“Do
you want to know what it means to kiss a man?” This was quickly becoming way
more dangerous than Aaron should have allowed, but there was nothing stopping
him from his desire to know what it felt like to have those luscious lips
wrapped around his width. She blinked in response to his question, small drops
of water dripping from her lashes. “Kneel, slave.”

Maddy
did as instructed, no questions asked, no protest in word or
movement. Once she was firmly planted on her knees before him, guilt wound
through his veins and into his thoughts. Releasing her hand from his cock, he
placed a finger under her chin, pulling her face up to look at him. “Do you
want to do this?”

Her
eyes searched his, an odd light shining behind them. “I don’t know how … but I
can try.”

Those
words, spoken from lips so pure, they broke straight through Aaron’s resolve. “Then
kiss me, Madeleine.”

Her
lips parted as she leaned forward not sure exactly what she was supposed to do.
The tip of her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips as she turned her head
attempting to find an angle with which to proceed. Having found one, she opened
her mouth wider and attempted to take the girth of him into her mouth all at
once. As soon as her lips and tongue met the taut skin of his shaft, he bucked,
anticipation too heavy a thing for him to remain still as she suckled at the
tip. Her teeth grazed his skin from her lack of experience, but he welcomed the
sharp sting of pain, had to try harder to keep himself from exploding into her
mouth. Hesitantly, she shifted forward, the suction of her mouth, not strong,
but enough to work him into a quivering mess.

“Fuck!”
His head fell back again, before he immediately brought it forward so he could
watch as she worked at his cock. The warm heat of her mouth felt like an
inferno on the sensitive skin. He couldn’t last must longer, this woman who
knew nothing of what she did, but somehow surpassed even the most experienced
woman. Was it the best blowjob he’d ever received? Not even close; but it was
the woman who delivered it, the woman who had him wrapped so tightly into a
ball that his breaking point was as short as it was when he was a post
pubescent teen.

“Let
go, Mouse, pull off me now.”

She
moved back just in time for his lust to spill out from the tip of his cock and
down the fullness of her breasts. It was almost painful as he watched his seed
drip casually off of her tits. She looked shocked for a moment, causing him to
smile, once again, at her inexperience. He could have shot off in her mouth,
but he didn’t want to do something like that until she knew what would occur.

“Clean
yourself,
Maddy
. Wash me off your skin.”

Her
hands moved over her breasts as she used the gathered water to wash him off her
body. It was an innocent enough activity, but to him, it was the most sensual
thing he’d ever seen. “Stand.”
Maddy
stood up, her
eyes seeking his as if searching for some sign of approval. “You’re a good
girl, Madeleine. There is no need for you to question what you’ve just done for
me.” Not wanting this to go any further, Aaron kissed her softly on her swollen
mouth before reaching around her to turn off the water.

Aaron
led his slave up the steps of the shower, leaving her at the entrance as he
traversed the room to retrieve a towel. His breath caught in his lungs when he
turned back to find
Maddy
knelt down in the position
he’d instructed her to take before. When he approached her, he bent down to
wrap the towel around her, gripping along the side of her body to pull her up
to her feet. She looked up at him with something
different
in her eyes, the blue so serene it mimicked a long
forgotten mountain lake … a crisp blue, reflective like a mirror.

Once
dried, Aaron walked into his bedroom, Madeleine following closely behind. “Go
kneel by the bed, Mouse.” As
Maddy
complied without
hesitation, Aaron moved into his closet to get dressed. Pulling on a pair of
slate grey dress slacks, a plain leather belt and a black fitted t-shirt, he
finished dressing quickly and stepped out to discover
Xander
standing in his doorway. Dread instantly crawled up Aaron’s spine when he
noticed the look on
Xander’s
face.

“I
have news, Aaron. You’re not going to like it.”
Xander’s
voice held an edge to it that told Aaron his reaction was going to be much
darker than simply not liking what he had to hear. When Aaron didn’t respond,
Xander
quickly took it as a hint to continue. “Your slave
is to be presented to The Estate within the hour. Your father has reneged on
the week of training he’d granted you.”

Silence,
a razor sharp blade slicing through the nerves of every person who stood in
Aaron’s bedroom.
Xander
understood that when Aaron
was silent, he was lethal; but
Maddy
couldn’t
understand why she was suddenly terrified, she just instinctively knew that the
darkness within Aaron had surfaced; that the
assassin
had taken over.

Without
speaking, Aaron moved to his bureau to pull out his guns and to select five
blades. He would be fully armed walking into that ballroom tonight; the fact
that his father had broken their agreement, a clear indication that games were
to be played. While arming himself, Aaron observed
Maddy
in the large mirror. Secretively, she lifted her head at times, attempting to
glance in his direction. Fearing she would fail during her presentation with behavior
such as that, there was no room for mercy in his reaction to her noncompliance.
Quickly spinning in her direction, he grabbed her by her wet hair and pushed
her face to the floor, her lip busting open from the impact with the ground. His
voice was overbearing and cruel as he growled, “You are to remain looking at
the floor, DO NOT steal glances in any other direction when you are out there.”
The sound of her loud cry shot through him like ice. Her voice, smothered in
fear and the shocking pain of his grip was tearing him apart, but there was no
room for error; it was either train her or watch her die. “Stop crying, or so
help me, I will ensure the pain becomes much worse!”

Steeling
herself to the immediate shift in Aaron’s behavior,
Maddy
bit her tongue, attempting to hold back the sobs that shook her to her core. Calming
her breath, she quieted, waited out the agony of what Aaron was doing to her. She
was released only when Aaron was satisfied with her compliance. Even when he
let go of her hair, she did not dare sit up, having quickly learned the truth
to his words from that morning; every action she took, every thought in her
mind could only happen if he had allowed it.

“Good,
Mouse; very smart. You may sit up now.” Aaron’s chest still heaved from his
spurt of rage, and when he looked from
Maddy
to
Xander
, he was met with a concerned stare. Like the sea
churning in a violent storm, the blue of
Xander’s
eyes had darkened to a dangerous black
;
bits of light
bouncing through like waves. Brushing off the obvious concern of his guard,
Aaron ordered, “Follow me, slave.”

When
they reached the living room, Aaron ordered that Madeleine kneel next to the
couch while he continued his path to his office.
Xander
following closely behind, Aaron waited for him to fully enter the room before
shutting the doors. “Why is she being demanded now? What happened to the agreed
five days?”

Xander
turned toward Aaron, took a position with his feet spaced
slightly apart, his hands folded together behind his back. “There was no
explanation given by Vincent when he delivered the directive; only that she was
to be presented within the hour rather than at the end of the week.”

Aaron
ran his hand through his still damp hair. “When did he arrive? How long has it
been since you spoke with him?”

“We
have twenty minutes from now to present her in the ballroom, if that answers
your question. He arrived while the two of you were in the music room. By the
time I stepped back into the apartment from the hall where we spoke, you’d already
moved along to the shower. I couldn’t be sure, but I believed it would be
unwise to interrupt.” The implication in his tone was loud and clear;
Xander
was concerned about how far Aaron had taken his
desire for
Maddy
.

“What
happened between Madeleine and I is nothing when compared to what will be done
to her if she fails in her presentation. Your concern is ill placed at the
moment.”

Xander
nodded, understanding that this particular conversation would
have to wait until after the presentation. “Is there anything we can do within
the few minutes we have left?”

“No.”
Walking back toward the door, his hand gripped the handle as he turned back to
order, “Go retrieve the blindfold I keep in my room. It’s in the third drawer
of the bureau on the left.” Exiting the room, Aaron found Madeleine kneeling by
the couch, her hands folded together in her lap and her head pointed down toward
the floor. Her hair had dried some, but still appeared bunched and matted from
the moisture of the water. “Madeleine, come with me. We need to prepare you.”

Obediently
following behind him,
Maddy’s
body shook as he led
her toward the bathroom in the corridor. When they entered the room, Aaron
immediately pulled a brush and a hairdryer from the cabinets below the sink. Placing
them on the counter, he plugged the hairdryer into an outlet before turning to
her. Her breath caught when she noticed it was panic etched across his face and
not rage.

“Dry
your hair and comb it. Your toothbrush is in the drawer.”

“May
I speak, Master?” She didn’t know why the scent of fear rolled off Aaron and
intermixed with his cold anger, but she did not want to falter and find out
first hand.

Dark
green, muddied eyes looked back at her, a lethal red edge surrounded the rims
of the color. Pain flickered across his expression as he swiftly approached her
and reached up to run his thumb across her bottom lip.
Maddy
saw the pink stain on his thumb from the blood he’d wiped away. Just as swift,
his concern was gone, replaced with a blank mask much like the one he wore the
night he’d unwrapped her. Not looking at her but at his thumb, he answered,
“You may.”

“Does
it matter if I’m beautiful? I am nothing more than a slave.”