The Slave (38 page)

“
But you’re still a rotten little
no-account jerk,” Robin replied. “You don’t have any authority over
me. Go take a hike.”

Jeff drew himself up and frowned, then
thought it over. He folded his arms. “If you don’t suck my cock,”
he threatened, “I’ll just have Carl make you do it later.”

That was the gamble she had to take. If she
let him get away with it, she’d have five masters in this house.
Robin felt her own lip curling, and thought of the sight of Jeff’s
body being shaken around by the heavy fucking that Jimmy liked so
much. Envisioned the way his ass would turn red and then become
bruised if she had one of Chris’s damn canes.

And that way, she felt her first twinge of
satisfaction in the imagined suffering of another slave.

But she didn’t dwell on it. “You can always
try that,” she said. “You can always try to beg a real man to get
you what you can’t have for yourself. But in the meantime, get your
scrawny ass out of here and get back to emptying the garbage cans
or something.” Her phone rang, which gave her an excellent excuse
to turn away from him and get back to her business.

But there was one other thing she had to do
that day. She had to get to Carl.

Luckily, Jimmy was out that night, and Eric
wanted to amuse himself by letting Jeff lick his feet for an hour
or two, switching off to toe sucking when he got bored. Raul was
busy with the household accounts, and Robin found Carl in the room
that housed the gym equipment. He was working out on the rowing
machine, watching a tape of a flowing river as he rowed. Robin
squatted down next to him.

“
I need to talk,” she said as an
opening.

“
So talk.”

“
You were straight before you were
sold?”

“
That’s not talk, that’s a question.”
Carl slowed down and then pulled to an easy stop. She passed him
the towel and the water bottle and he grunted thanks. “What’s your
point?”

“
I like you,” she said, with some
honesty. “You’re a kind of man that I’d go for on the outside. So I
think we can have more fun if you’re interested in my willing
cooperation instead of my acceptance of the inevitable.”

He smiled. “Good choice of words. I’m still
waiting for the point.”

“
I’m getting tired of the boy. He’s
getting too cocky. He actually came on to me today and threatened
to make you force me to take care of his horniness.” OK, so it
wasn’t exactly what the kid said, but it was close
enough.

It worked like a charm. “That asshole is
getting too full of himself,” Carl growled. “I was doing him a
fucking favor.”

“
So do favors for people who know how
to return them,” Robin suggested.

“
Heh. Cool.” Carl grinned again.
“Besides, it wouldn’t be too cool if the masters discovered the kid
acting up, would it?”

Robin agreed.

“
OK, Robin, you got a deal. Tell you
the truth, it’s better for me. I haven’t had a girl in years. But
Raul, he’s still got dibs.”

“
Raul is cool,” Robin
answered seriously. And then she broke out in
giggles.
I can’t actually start talking like them
, she
thought
. No
one in New York would ever take me seriously again!

* * * *

So, starting that night, Jeff learned to
keep his distance. In fact, after a few casual and comfortable
vanilla fucks, Carl turned a little vindictive. Why, this little
asshole jerk almost cost him a fun sex partner! So he began to use
the kid less often, and save himself for good times with Robin.
Raul saw what was going on and accepted it. He never invited Jeff
to make use of Robin anyway, and remained slightly aloof of the
whole matter.

It was Robin’s first agreement made between
slaves for the purpose of her own situation. Afterward, she was
amazed at how natural it seemed to her, and how satisfying it was.
Raul told her one night, “If things can be done without involving
the masters, we do them. The masters must believe that our greatest
concern is their pleasure, and our entire attention is upon helping
them.”

It was all so delightful. And when Raul went
off to sleep in the masters’ chamber, Robin examined herself and
realized that she didn’t feel as rejected as she once imagined she
would. In fact, nights like that gave her the opportunity to sleep
spoon fashion with Carl, the rumbling warmth of his body a comfort.
They would never do that in front of Raul. Somehow, it would be
improper. And after an initial awkwardness, Robin began to relax
and actually enjoy that almost secret intimacy. It was also a good
way to remind Jeff that he was still low man on the totem pole.

* * * *

More than five months after she had entered
her service, Jimmy was the first of the two masters to use her
sexually.

This time, it was Eric who was away on
business. He had achieved some notoriety as a model in a series of
ads for a men’s cologne; the director had insisted on having him
back for the next series, and he would be on location in Nice for
two weeks. Jimmy took Carl to his bed for a few nights, and kept
Raul busy trying to make up for the more or less constant influence
that Eric had on the house. But at the end of the first week, Robin
noticed that Jimmy was eyeing her in a speculative fashion more
than once, and she felt a combination of wary and excited. But when
Carl came into the small bathroom that the slaves shared and jerked
a thumb down the hall, she was still surprised enough to panic.

“
He’s not so hard to please,” Carl
assured her. His gray eyes danced with amusement. “But your
cocksucking isn’t gonna make him happy.”

“
Oh, thanks,” Robin snapped. “Just
what I needed.”

Carl shrugged. He had been with Jimmy for
years. And Robin cursed herself when she realized that his ease
about her going off to see the master was because Carl didn’t think
that Jimmy would be amused with her for long. There was something
kind of daunting about making her way down the hall. It was like
going to see the professor who never gave top grades. She had the
feeling that however well behaved and interesting and willing she
was, there was still no way she was ever going to be master’s
favorite. And damn it, it was hard to let go of that hope, no
matter how impossible the situation seemed.

Jimmy was waiting for her, cross-legged on
the huge bed that he shared with Eric. He was dressed only in a
light cotton, kimono-style robe, loosely belted at the waist. He
had a sparse cover of brown hair across his chest, trailing down to
a narrow column on his midsection. Sometimes, when he and his lover
were out by the pool, Robin could see them still as prince and
valiant cousin. Apart from Eric, Jimmy was a good-looking guy, a
little flamboyant and a little coarse. But together, they seemed as
natural as any couple, complementing each other and making the
whole more than the sum of its parts.

She knelt in a presenting greeting, bowing
her head gracefully. He seemed pleased with the formality and
snapped his fingers. “C’mere, I want to take another look at you.”
She made sure it was OK, and then crawled onto the bed, crossing it
to reach him. He brought her up onto her knees to examine her,
tapping her thighs and her belly. He brushed her nipples with his
fingers and they instantly sprang erect.

“
I like that,” he said. “It’s a nice
reaction.” Robin smiled, undecided as to whether that was an
observation or a compliment. Either way, Jimmy didn’t seem
interested in any comments from her. He pinched the nipples several
times, until she winced, and then nodded. “OK, let’s see the
back.”

She turned and presented for him, and
blushed because that position always made her blush. Her pubic hair
had grown in again, and under Raul’s direction she kept it trimmed
rather short and in a tight banner that just covered her pussy
lips. Her last beating, just for the hell of it, had actually been
three days ago. Raul was good at keeping everything in order, but
he wasn’t the disciplinarian that Eric was. Eric could find fault
in anything. A three-day absence from some sort of reminder was
almost unheard of.

Jimmy commented on it. “No bruises. And
you’re not even pink. We’re gonna have to correct that. Eric would
be all over me if he got back and found out you guys were just
lolling around all week. Go get me... I know. A hairbrush. Isn’t
that what moms are always spanking their little girls with? Yeah.
There’s one in the bathroom. Do it doggy style; I wanna see how you
look.”

The hardest part was getting off the bed on
her hands and knees. It took a leap of faith that she wouldn’t just
fall off head first and then have a tangle of legs follow. But she
managed to do it, and crawled mutely over to the bathroom, which,
thank goodness, was open and lit. Once out of sight, she sprang up,
looked for and found the wooden backed hairbrush that must be what
Jimmy wanted, and then wedged the handle lengthwise between her
teeth, careful not to get it wet. She looked down at it in
resignation: it was going to hurt like hell.

He took it from her mouth when she got back
and told her to reassume the presenting posture again.

“
I think I’m gonna tell Raul to keep
this up every day while Eric’s away,” he said while he poised the
brush. “I think you need it. What do you think, kiddo?”

“
I think I need it, master,” she said,
sinking her head even lower.

He laughed and delivered one hard spank. She
clenched her teeth together, and drew her hands into fists. It was
as bad as she thought. It felt worse than any paddle, because it
was so hard and unforgiving and so small. In fact, it stung her
almost as much as anything ever had while providing very little of
the impact sensation that was the oh-so-good part about a nice
beating. And Jimmy used it quickly and efficiently, as though
covering her bottom with redness was a goal to be reached with as
little fuss as possible.

When she couldn’t keep still anymore, he
switched from her ass cheeks to her thighs, until she cried
steadily. Then, he flipped her over and used the back of the brush
against the slight swell of her breasts, and then the front of her
thighs.

Robin felt like each new strike point was a
little flash of lightning, and each landing of the brush against an
already struck area was like a cane strike, burning and lingering.
But her body reacted as it usually did, and she could feel her cunt
opening as more and more of her skin became alive with the heat of
the beating. When he spread her legs and began to beat the curls of
flesh that guarded her cunt, she almost screamed. Whether it was
through ignorance or design, he caught the hood of her clit and the
emerging bud several times, making her see stars and actually bite
her own tongue. Finally, she couldn’t keep silent anymore, and
sharp whimpers began to escape.

“
You still can’t take a lot,” Jimmy
observed. He reversed the brush in his hand and rubbed the bristles
against her pubic mound. “What is that like? Good? Or
bad?”

It was better than being hit there. “Good,
sir.”

“
OK. And hitting?”

“
Ah!” The bristles raised her own
short hairs and parted her now swollen lips, brushing steadily
against the tender interior flesh. Robin squirmed, just a little.
“Very bad, sir.”

“
Is it like being hit in the nuts, or
in the cock? Do you have any idea?”

Actually, Chris had told her. “It’s like
being hit on the head of the cock, sir.”

“
No kidding.” Jimmy kept up his
brushing movements. “If I do this for a long time, you’d probably
hate it,” he said finally. “But I want to see you play with
yourself. I never saw a girl jerk off. How do you do it? With a
dildo? Your fingers?”

“
Sometimes,
sir.”
Oh jeez, he wanted to see her jerk off.
And not for his own
titillation, but out of academic curiosity.

“
Yeah? Do you like it when people go
down on you? Do you come like that, too?”

“
I can, sir.”

“
I wanna see that, too. But not
tonight.” He pulled his hand away, and once the steady sensation
assault was absent, she began to feel the pounding ache of the
parts of her body that he had covered with red marks and light
bruises.

“
Turn around and spread your legs and
show me what you do to get off.”

And so she did. It was fairly easy, after
all. She was already hot, and every move and twitch of her body
brought a reminder of each part of that comprehensive beating he
had given her. Before long, her fingers just found the right spot
and the right tempo, and when she told him that she was near
orgasm, he just waved one hand and told her to go ahead and do
it.

Afterwards, he wanted to touch her and
examine her, and seemed delighted to find that she was extra
sensitive. But he was also a little disappointed. “I thought maybe
you’d be one of those ejaculating girls. Girls don’t come as nice
as boys do. There’s nothing much to see, nothing shooting out all
obvious and tangible.”

She could only keep her mouth shut and hope
he took that to be an agreement. She was almost relieved when he
got through looking at her like a science experiment and opened his
robe all the way. “Let’s see what that sweet little mouth is like,”
he said, leaning back into the pillows. “Take it easy and slow.
You’re gonna be there a long time.”

She did, inhaling his flesh and allowing him
to feel her mouth surround him without pressing her lips tightly
against his organ. He was not at full erection, but he was
definitely interested, and he shifted to encourage her to take him
deeper. But when she didn’t move fast enough, he just grabbed a
handful of hair and shoved her face tightly down. She felt his cock
twitching and then filling her mouth, jamming into the tight
confines of her throat, and when she couldn’t bring in another
breath, she pulled back sharply.