Six Masters Island - De Lucia's Slaves (14 page)

“Yes, Master Preston.”
 
Fallon squeezed her eyes closed, and felt her hair shifted over her shoulder until it swayed against her breast.

Preston was already explosively hard as he stared at her long, lean muscles.
 
He stroked her gently.
 
“Count for me, Fallon.”

“Yes, Master.”

Preston walked over to the wardrobe for the whip.
 
The girl was extremely well behaved; he did have to credit Dawson for that.
 
She was not screaming or pleading… things he found exciting with new acquisitions but not desirable in a companion.

Fallon felt something brushing her cheek and opened her eyes.
 
Preston was standing in front of her, and she smelled the leather as it stroked again.
 
Her eyes widened and she fought tears.
 
“Remember to count.”

“Yes, Master Preston.”

He moved behind her and chuckled.
 
“There is nothing I would like to do more than lash across that tightly clenched bottom.
 
I warn you, it will sting much more than if you try to relax.”

“I’m sorry, Master.
 
I don’t think I can,” she muffled into the bedpost.

Preston decided to leave markings, but nothing too harsh.
 
He wanted to judge her tolerance.
 
He hoped Dawson had not exaggerated the girl’s abilities.

Fallon felt a press against her bottom, and then a stinging bite.
 
She jumped in reaction… but more in surprise, than pain.
 
“One, Master.”

Preston was bewildered.
 
He had fully anticipated a scream, either from actual pain, or in an attempt to lighten the blows.
 
The next one was slightly harder against her thighs.

“Ouch… sorry.
 
Two, Master.”
 
This one burned a little, but still it was not too bad, and Fallon was distracted by a churning of fear producing the arousal she had been trained in.
 
She hoped she remembered to count, and tried to concentrate on the whip.

“Spread your legs further apart.”

“Yes, Master.”
 
Fallon shuffled until the balls of her feet left the ground and she was standing stretched on the tips of her toes.

The lash bit the inside of her upper thigh.
 
“Owe… oh, god.
 
Three, Master.”
 
This one really hurt, and she felt a release of cream from her channel.

Preston walked up behind her and trailed his fingers across the raising welt.
 
He had lashed a little harder than he intended, and he studied the dark red mark.
 
While he stroked it, Fallon leaned back and moaned.
 
Preston’s fingers wandered to her slit, and his eyes widened at the copious arousal that slickened them.
 
It was an unexpected response that caused him to toss the whip onto the bed and lower his zipper.

Fallon felt his cock pressing against her.
 
“Yes… oh, yes, please Master.”

He dug his hands into her hips and thrust into her channel, and her pussy gripped so tightly, the muscles practiced and trained from her time with Dawson, he felt like the skin was being peeled from his shaft.
 
He grunted as he pushed even deeper into her heat, and the girl rocked back against him, lifting one leg to push against the footboard to be filled even deeper.

Preston kept one hand on her hip, and the other squeezed her breast mercilessly, pinching and mashing the sensitive tip while she moaned against him.
 
“Oh… oh, please… oh, please, Master.”

Preston felt his sack tighten and wondered whether it was his sack or cock in more agony as the girl moaned in passion, pushing against his groin with her striped bottom, and begging him to fill her.
 
“Oh… oh… aahhhhh,” she wailed, and Preston exploded in tight ripping jerks within her walls.

Fallon hung from the wrist cuffs, more spent than she had ever been.
 
Preston managed to compose himself, seal behind his pants, and unlatch her cuffs.
 
She almost collapsed in his arms as he laid her on the bed.
 
Her eyes finally opened, and she smiled up at him.
 
“Oh my god, Master.”

Preston was ecstatic, and he stroked her cheek.
 
“Oh my god,” he murmured.
 
“There are other things I like that you may not enjoy as well,” he warned.

Fallon smiled.
 
“As long as you whip me again, I’ll be fine, Master.”

“Rest.
 
In the other room, though.
 
I’ll send Sonya with some ointment.”

“Thank you, Master.”
 
Fallon stumbled to the other room, still feeling the draining shock of the incredible climax.
 
She studied the welts in the mirror before she lay down.
 
Even the sight of them made her clench.

Sonya was horrified.
 
“It’s your first day.
 
Why would he do this to you on your first day?
 
Did you make him mad?”

Fallon sighed, “Actually, I think I made him very happy.”

Preston was on the phone in his office, bragging to Chayton.
 
Chayton had given up even trying to get in a word of congratulations.
 
And he thought I overreacted when I found Alyssa.
 
Chayton looked across the room where he had his twins bound, tormenting each other again.
 
It never lasted long, as they gave into their lust.
 
“Preston, I truly am pleased for you.
 
It’s a feeling of completion that just grows stronger.”

“I have to call Camille.”

“I’m not sure she will understand your happiness,” Chayton warned.
 
Preston, the stern, strict sadist on the island, in love.
 
Imagine that!

Fallon was napping when she felt a scraping along the welt on her bottom.
 
Her eyes widened to see Camille, trailing the raised mark with her nail.
 
“How are you?”
 
Fallon trembled and began to rise.
 
“No, lie there.
 
I’m sure you’re in pain.”

“I’m fine, Mistress Camille.”
 
Like Sienna, the woman scared the shit out of her.

“Preston said he whipped you.
 
I had to see for myself.
 
I figured it had to be soft taps when he told me what happened.”
 
Camille stared at her with cold, green eyes.
 
“You… you tell me what happened.”

Fallon sat up, despite Camille’s suggestion.
 
Her fingers found the welt on the inside of her thigh.
 
“I was frightened,” she admitted, staring at the welt.
 
“I was frightened, Mistress, because I’d seen Andrea after Sienna whipped her, and she was covered in red slashes and bruises.
 
It looked so painful.”

“The first one, it barely hurt at all.
 
It made me feel something inside, though.
 
I think he might have kept whipping a little harder, because the last two burned.”
 
Fallon blushed profusely.
 
“By the third one, I had a hard time thinking about it.
 
All I wanted was to feel him up against me, and when his hand touched the welt… I guess I lost it, Mistress.”
 
Fallon looked up, and Camille was surprised to see tears.
 
“I’m sorry if I did something wrong, Mistress.”

Camille wondered if the girl had actually been trained as a pain slut.
 
Her eyes narrowed.
 
“I see.
 
And me… how would you feel if I said I wanted to whip you?”

Fallon shivered.
 
“If Master Preston orders me to, I will, Mistress.”

“I can tell him it’s what I want to do,” Camille stated.

“And if he orders me to, I will, Mistress Camille.”

“What about what you want?
 
Do you want me to whip you?”

“I want what the Master orders, Mistress.”
 
Fallon did not understand the woman’s persistence.
 
She risked adding, “But I don’t think I would like it.”

Camille’s face broke out in a smile.
 
“Well, you’re honest.
 
I like that.
 
Come, dinner is ready.”

Camille had to remind her to put on a shift, and Fallon was still confused by her visit when they walked into the dining room to find Preston pacing.
 
“Well?” he demanded.
 
“Satisfied?”

“Yes, Preston, I’m satisfied,” Camille answered.

Preston was visibly relieved.
 
Fallon sat by Preston’s side through dinner, while he discussed island business and something about acquisition trips, with Camille.
 
At the end of dinner, Sonya brought him a wooden box after she cleared the dessert dishes.
 
Fallon caught her and Tia peeking through an inch gap in the door.

Preston took a key out of his pocket, and told Fallon to put her feet in his lap.
 
She watched wide-eyed as the cuffs that had been on her since she left Ellenton were removed.
 
She gripped the table when the collar was unlocked.
 
“Steady.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

He rubbed his hand over the box.
 
“Do you know what’s in here?”

“I think so, Master.”
 
Fallon’s eyes were filling, and she looked at Camille for rescue.

The woman nodded acceptance and encouragement.
 
“I think you should introduce her to Chayton’s twins.
 
She seems to have a bit in common with Alyssa.”

Preston looked up to answer her, and saw the two spies at the door.
 
“You might as well come in,” he muttered.
 
Even he was surprised when the entire household of slaves shuffled in, and the head trainer from the stables.

The man cleared his throat.
 
“Sorry, Preston.
 
Just stopped by to give you a report on the new mare.”
 
The man turned red at the obvious lie.

“Yes, well, can it wait until morning?” Preston asked.

“Yes.
 
Yes, sir, it can.”

Preston had not counted on an audience, and Camille was enjoying his discomfort.
 
He straightened, and all the proud, masterful bearing filled his features as he looked at Fallon.
 
“You know what is in here?” he repeated.

“Yes, Master.”

“You will follow my orders without question, no matter what I ask of you.”

Everything was said as a demand, but Fallon answered anyway.
 
Her stomach was fluttering, and already her pussy was bereft that he was not inside her.
 
She looked at the new faces, and leaned forward and whispered, “You’ll still get to whip me, right, Master?”

Sonya gasped and relayed Fallon’s question to the others, while Camille laughed softly.

“Yes,” Preston hissed.

“Yes, Master.
 
I’ll always follow your orders without question,” Fallon answered in a quivering voice.

“If I tell you to lie naked on the table and let all the slaves have you, you will do it?”

Fallon paled, but leaned forward and asked, “I don’t know this ceremony.
 
Am I supposed to do that?”

There were chuckles from some of the men, and his head slave arched a brow in expectation.
 
“No, Fallon.
 
I merely need you to acknowledge whether or not you would do it.
 
I think you already answered… though I’m not so sure I’m pleased with your acquiescence,” he added.

“And you agree to wear my mark?”

Fallon was confused.
 
“I’m already wearing three of them, Master.”

The slaves laughed, and she was even more bewildered.
 
She did not know about the brand on their asses they all bore.

“Yes, Fallon?”

“Yes, Master Preston.”

Fallon watched him put a key in the lock, and her brows knit when she saw the second hole.
 
Preston looked down the table.
 
“Camille?”

She was one for dramatic affect, and Sonya was almost biting her nails, wondering if the Mistress was going to agree.
 
Through dinner, they talked about business, and those waiting in the kitchen were frustrated when she could not give them any indication of Camille’s intentions.

“Within the week, you will let me have her for a day.
 
I will not permanently mark her, nor will I damage her mind,” Camille replied.

Preston looked confused.
 
“Why do you want her, then?”

“I want to whip her.”
 
There were gasps and wide eyes from the onlookers.
 
“And, Preston, she’s the closest thing I’ll ever have to a sister.
 
Even I can use some girl talk, once in a while.”

Camille rose and pulled the chain over her head holding the other key.
 
While she knelt to put it in the empty socket in the box, she looked at Fallon.
 
“This is my brother, Fallon.
 
We grew together for nine months.
 
With us, this is the most complete commitment we have.
 
If you ever disobey him, I will come after you with more vengeance than any Master you could ever know.”

Fallon paled at her words and trembled, but then she looked up at Preston’s proud expression.
 
“Mistress Camille, you will never have that opportunity.”
 
She looked back up at Preston, and added in a whisper, “And if you don’t chill out, my Master might not let you baby-sit, either.”