Chapter 4: The Sex Slave Market's Master
Waking up this time was far more painful. The pain in her wrists was far worse than before, mostly because she was upright with her wrists bound above her head and her full weight pulling against them. She was on her knees on a bed, her legs bound apart towards either side of the bed.
"Awake? The fogginess will drift away in a few moments." He was playing with a knife as he lay on the bed between her legs looking up at her. "You look so lovely spread open for me. I will first teach you what real pleasure is and how to pleasure me. Every time you fight me you will receive a punishment. Some pain will heighten your senses, opening you for more of my touch, others can be quite damaging. You will find more enjoyment for yourself if you submit to my touch." He had sat up against her, touching her intimately as he slid his hands up under the dress.
"I'm not afraid of you." She said confidently, picking up where she had left off in breaching his subconscious. As long as he was touching her she could use her abilities against him. As long as she could concentrate she could learn all his secrets.
"No-not yet. But I have only just had you, and you have not yet learned to crave my touch." His hands kneaded her breasts, warming them as he got up on his knees in front of her, the knife lying on the side of the bed within easy reach for him. He was partially gentle but mostly determined, coaxing her body into a response as he kneaded her breasts with a little more force this time around. Heat shot through her, tightening her nipples, which he currently ignored as he watched the silk shift in time with his hands, her cleavage moving within the dress as he rubbed her. She scowled down at him, trying to concentrate now that they were alone in his quarters.
He pulled the loose concave pool of silk around her neckline down and twisted one breast up, revealing it. "I must say I quite like your attire." He said his lips teasing the nipple, his breath heating it as he spoke to her against it. His tongue flashed out, dabbing at it. "Don't fret, I'll cut the dress off you in a few moments, I'll let you see that it's my touch that will bring you to an orgasm." One hand dipped down to her crotch, rubbing against her slit, testing her wetness. He chuckled when she tried to buck her off, only succeeding to rub herself more firmly against him. She fought to hold herself out of her merge so that she could infiltrate his subconscious without revealing her presence within his mind, without leaving her vulnerabilities within his head.
"Let me go and I won't hold this against you." She warned,
"But I'm not hurting you-yet anyways." He said, "You're not quite heating up as I had hoped. Still fighting me, hmm?" He sucked on her nipple as he pushed a long finger inside her. "But I am the only man that has sampled the sweet nectar of your body, felt you blossom under my hands."
With a deft movement he sliced the hem of the gown, shortening the silk to upper thigh length. He easily sliced the back panel, enjoying the view of draping black silk panels held together by slips of silk on either side of her, revealing a good deal of bare skin. From his position he could see the entrance to her sweet kitty as the skirt covered her vision of herself, but not his. She didn't know that he had already had another slave shave her in preparation for him. She would find out soon enough. He smiled as her eyes narrowed in anger. "But you enjoyed my touch so much earlier."
"Rapist." She spat, "Murderer. Criminal." Her eyes challenged fire as he stroked her thighs. His own eyes narrowed in anger and he smacked her on the hood covering her clit. She bucked, pulling at the shackles holding her arms.
She was already using his touch against him, concentrating subconsciously to work on reading his mind while denying him access to hers-it was a very slow process but it would protect her and he would have no idea she was in his head. She needed information and fast, the names of the biggest players in the market, locations, and where he stored information that would lead to his downfall and the eventual downfall of the entire operation. Anything and everything she could get.
"Watch your tongue, slave." He threatened as his hands continued their gentle caress, from her bare feet up to her upper thighs, just teasing the bottom of her outer lips with the backs of his fingers before sliding back down. "If you please me well enough I will be the only man you need touch."
"No man." She said softly, focusing within on her goal, not that she found any comfort in the memories she sorted through.
"What?"
"No real man has touched me. And that includes you-even if you take me ag-" She cried out when he pinched her clit, twisting it. His look was angry and he didn't release the pressure as he suckled at her breast again. He had to hold her still against him as she was trying to writhe in her bonds. The difference between the pain in her clit and the pleasure on her breast confused her body and angered her. Then he bit down on her nipple, somewhat hard. She cried out again, cringing and bucking, completely unable to focus on the mental task at hand. He laughed and let go.
"Keep telling me I'm not a man and I'll prove the point before your ready-and I'll enjoy every scream of pain you make." He threatened. She breathed hard in anger but she was silent, refocusing again. She had a mission and she would not fail. There were too many people who would continue to suffer if she didn't get enough information. She had to begin the bond with him all over again, a slow forceful probing until his subconscious allowed her entrance.
"I thought so. Now maybe we can have a more civil conversation, and get back to your first lesson. Which was supposed to be pleasure without pain. For now anyways." He continued his smooth strokes on her long legs, ever so softly brushing against her outer lips and the hood covering her clit. His subconscious was almost ready to allow her access in again when he suddenly sat up pressing his face under her skirt. She gasped, forgetting her purpose as his fingers opened her outer lips and his lips kissed her inner lips. She felt him smile against her most intimate area as his tongue darted out to trace the edges of her outer lips, his fingers holding her outer lips apart as he massaged the inner crease where her legs joined the outer lips. It was a good thing she was on her knees, she wouldn't have been able to stay standing.
"You are so sensitive." He whispered, warm breathe against even warmer skin. She shivered. "So primed for my every touch. So much passion within you. I will teach you how to embrace it." He licked at the skin just below her clit. She tensed, holding her reaction from her. He only chucked, circling the nub as the hood receded, readying her for him. She tried to concentrate on her mission but found herself unable as his skillful tongue explored her little kitty, eliciting low moans from her as she shifted her hips against him. Blood flowed and with it heat and enhanced sensation. Her outer lips stayed open on their own, allowing his hands to cup her perky butt cheeks, holding her pressed against his mouth.
