Reading Chapter one isn't necessarily required, but it will make more sense and give you a better understanding of the characters.
All characters are OVER the age of 18. I am the sole author of this story.
This story has elements of BDSM, submission and reluctance. If you do not like these themes, please move on to something you do like! Giving a story a bad rating just because you don't like the themes of the story is damaging to the author's rating. Be considerate... and I will do the same for you. Also, this has not been completely edited, so please forgive errors in grammar and spelling. I do my best to fix any mistakes but they slip through at times.
Last thing... this is set in a different planet and different time than ours, so I will occasionally give a little information about the world they are in so that the story will make more sense. Keep in mind as you read that this is NOT earth.
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-Jaded January
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Raven's heart pounded in her chest, and looking her master straight in the eyes, she let go of the dress and heard a quiet whisper of sound as it hit the ground. Under it she was wearing simple cotton panties and bra, both white. It had crossed her mind that she should wear something more appealing when she left for the auction, but she didn't own anything like that... and part of her hoped that he wouldn't like it. This man had done nothing to earn his wealth except be born to a wealthy father, and because of that he felt he had the right to own another person? He didn't just feel that he did... he actually DID have the right to own another person.
She had volunteered for the courtesan auction, so she couldn't really blame him for that... no, the blame fell on her vile stepfather.
She held her chin up high. Whatever would happen, she would not let him break her. Even if she had to act broken at some point, she knew he could never really break her on the inside.
Though, that didn't stop her from being scared. She was terrified. She had never been touched by a man, even seen by a man. Even with her plain cotton undergarments, the look on his face was hungry. The way his eyes went up and down over her body made her want to hide; she started to put her arm over her breasts. It didn't escape her notice that her nipples were hard and so sensitive that even the feel of her cotton bra against them seemed to evoke strange, tingling sensations.
"Put your hands down to your sides. Look at the ground, not at me." His voice was stern, but not cruel. She complied.
He approached her slowly, and her heart beat faster and faster. She wanted to look at him, to see his appraisal of her in his face. She was angry at herself for even caring what he thought, but she found that she did want him to think she was attractive. What is, when all her clothing was gone, he found her lacking? What would that mean for her?
She flinched when she heard the swooshing of a switchblade, and she immediately looked up, ready to bolt-
"Hush now, my little Raven, I'm not going to hurt you. Put your eyes back to the ground. I am simply going to cut away this offensive covering. With one swift cut, her bra fell away. She blushed. He slid the knife back in his pocket, and then reached for her breast.
He took each one in a hand, and massaged them, then ran his thumbs lightly over her nipples. She gasped, and glanced up at him in shock before remembering to look down.
He chuckled. "I know that you are new to this, so I am giving you some leeway today. You need to know, however, than in the future, failing to follow my commands will result in punishment, I will give you a written copy of all my rules this evening, and you will be tested on them tomorrow. For now, I am going to blindfold you-"
She gasped, and trembled a little. He continued- "I will not harm you, I already told you this... I am covering your eyes for your own good. You seem to be unable to keep your eyes down, and this way you won't be tempted to disobey, and I won't be tempted to punish you, do you understand, my little Raven?"
"Yes, master." she replied quietly.
He removed his tie and walked behind her, tying it over her eyes. He came back around, and continued his exploration of her breasts. The sensations that his hands created shocked her, and frightened her a little. He seemed to know how to make her body respond even if she didn't want it to. That was dangerous.
He grabbed both nipples and pinched them lightly, then twisted them back a forth. She gasped at the feeling. Somehow, the tingling sensation shot straight to that place between her legs. She felt her clit aching and throbbing...
The only reason she even knew what a clit was was because of the physical she was required to have before the auction. The Doctor had pulled out pictures very and matter-of-factly pointed out all of the private parts on a man and a woman, explaining what they were and what they did... it had been embarrassing as hell for her, especially when the doctor had to examine her. There was no way to confirm her claim that she was a virgin simply by examining her, he had explained, but a med scan could confirm that she was. (Females of this species start secreting a hormone after the first time they have intercourse. That hormone is only found in the blood after they have had full intercourse, because it is activated by a hormone in the male's sperm and then released after the two hormones come in contact. Because of this, the first few weeks after intercourse, females tend to be emotional as their body is adjusting to and balancing this new hormone. They also tend to have a very high libito during this time.)
"Put your hands behind your head, fingers laced, and spread your legs about a foot and a half apart. Do it now; no hesitation, you do not want to test me." He was direct and firm, but not cruel.
She complied, her hands were trembling as she pulled them behind her head and her knees felt weak; her legs wobbled. She found that this position left her completely vulnerable, with her legs open enough that he could easily grab her in her most private place, and with her hands laced behind her head, her back was arched back and chest jutting out. Her lovely, firm c cups with erect pink nipples moved up and down with her labored breathing. She was trying to take deep breaths to calm herself down, but her heart was pounding hard and fast.
She wondering why he hadn't removed her panties... she was glad, though. They made her feel a little bit safer.
His hand slid over her womanhood, and he began to rub circles over her center. The feelings this evoked were shocking and overwhelming. His other hand slid up and down her side a few times, and then cupped her breast again before resuming the torturous play on her nipple. He pulled lightly and twisted it just a little back and forth, and then leaned down and laved it with his tongue. He then continued the motions with his mouth... pulling lightly with his teeth and then soothing it over with a lick, while his left hand playing with the other nipple and his right hand... well, his right hand was making her crazy. He pulled his mouth away from her nipple and whispered in her ear:
"I love the panties, because they become soaked with your arousal. You can't deny it, honey, you are dripping wet. You wearing these innocent looking underclothes that are soaked with your need for my touch is just so incredibly hot. You are still wearing the evidence of your desire. Your body is an instrument that I can finely tune and play any time I want. You might deny that you want this, but you can't deny the way your body responds to me, my little raven."
