Drawn to the Flames - The Trilogy - Volume Three

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4In the morning, Kate awoke in Zeke’s arms. The other two who’d used and abused her most of the night were nowhere to be seen. Zeke gave her a shower and f****d her as he washed her hair, a nice time-saving trick if the female subject is petite and weighs no more than 110 pounds or so, and the male (in this case) bath attendant is very strong and exceptionally facile with his hands. After he dried her he spoke to the room.

“Come, girl,” he said, and in seconds the door opened to reveal a delicious green-eyed naked redhead. Kate noticed immediately she was wearing a leather training collar and a set of wrist and ankle bracelets like her own. “Get her ready, pet,” Zeke commanded. Then bring her downstairs. Both of you naked.” Master Hill might be out of town this week, but Master Jones was very much in the neighborhood.

“Ready” meant drying her hair and applying just a hint of makeup. In the mirror as the girl combed out Kate’s long russet hair, Kate looked up at the invisible cameras and microphones and decided. What the hell. She can only whip me, right?

“May I know your name, sweetheart?”

The girl, who appeared to be about eighteen, shook her head. “It’s not permitted miss.”

“Were you here yesterday morning?”

“I cannot say, miss.”

“Well, may I at least know if that was you loving me last night?”

“You may ask, miss, but I may not answer.” She pretended to see a problem in Kate’s hair and leaned close, lowering her voice. “So, I cannot say how amazing it was to eat you and then have you love me back as they shared us.”

She risked the barest hint of a smile at Kate in the mirror. Then she pretended to drop her comb on the carpeted floor. As she knelt to look for it, she whispered. “Or how proud I was of you when you peed in that old rogue’s filthy mouth Friday morning.”

Kate warmed at the memory, but even more for the nameless girl, who could be severely punished for sharing secrets with a trainee like Kate.

She wanted to ask a dozen more questions, but the girl shook her red curls in warning. She had Kate stand so she could put on her bracelets and collar. She attached her wrists behind her back and then put on her leash. The girl held up a finger. “Required,” she mouthed in the mirror. Then to Kate’s surprise, she pulled a semi-sheer white full-length cloak from a cabinet and put it over Kate’s shoulders. Kate looked at her really quite stunning image in the mirror as the girl touched up her hair. It doesn’t conceal much, she saw. But it doesn’t quite reveal everything, either. And thus, like the very best bordello outfits, promises everything.

As they reached the top of the spiral staircase down to the main floor, she heard sounds of male laughter coming from the cooking area. After descending the first six steps, Kate could peek down into the open kitchen. A large black man was seated on one of the cooking island stools, his back to Kate, talking with Zeke. The man was dressed like Zeke in the standard custom-tailored black suit of the Hill Financial security and support staff.

When the man laughed again, Kate strained to hear his voice, but wasn’t sure if it was the man who’d whispered to her in the back of the car as he used her. But she thought it must be him. At least she’d be able to see him.

The girl led Kate to Zeke, who kissed her. Kate kissed him back, whispering how god-like he looked. He turned to the stranger. Kate nervously followed his glance, taking in a handsome man who seemed to be in his early thirties before she had to look down at the floor. “I believe you two have met,” Zeke said. Both the men laughed softly.

“Remove the pretty’s cloak, little one,” the stranger commanded. The red-haired girl lifted it from Kate’s shoulders. “Beautiful,” the man said. “Come here, girl.” Kate wanted to look back at Zeke for a sign, a nod, a look that would tell her she had to obey the man.

“Do you want to use her before you go?” Zeke asked.

“Very much,” the younger man replied, leering at Kate. He motioned for her to kneel. She knew Zeke was watching, looking for any evidence that Kate was reluctant to do her duty. Not that she was hesitant. She’d sucked off this dashing young man at least twice in the past twelve hours.

Soon she had him fully erect. “Girl, you are a devil witch. I love your mouth, but such an obedient slave deserves a choice. How do you want it?”

Kate froze momentarily, then remembered the “Performing for Your Master” chapter in the second D/s book. “Let him decide.” The book counseled. “Please, Sir, f**k me in any way that pleases you?”

The man grinned, and lifted her up. He sat her on one of the extra sturdy stools by the large cooking island, and had her lean backward, so she could grasp the edge of the island with both her outstretched arms. He lifted her legs and forced them wide, then leaned down to kiss her p***y. She knew she was already wet, had been since standing before the two men naked and waiting to be used. The stranger lapped her juices greedily, before putting her on her feet and turning her to face the island. He leaned to kiss her neck, bent her over the stool, and told her to hold on to the cooking island rim. Stepping up behind her, he spread her legs, and plunged his big c**k inside her cunt.

He leaned down to kiss her again and whisper, “Open your eyes, slut. Look at the captain without closing them. Show him how much you love my d**k in you.” Kate obeyed, and it was one of the most humiliating moments among the many she’d experienced in her explorations of the darker regions of romance. “Show him how you love him watching as another man takes his woman. Make him so jealous that when I’m done f*****g you he’ll need to punish you and then r**e you himself.” Kate almost came from imagining the turmoil in her training master’s gut at that moment, and from anticipating how roughly he’d use her and hurt her. “Beg, slut,” the stranger demanded.

“Please, sir. f**k me hard. I want to feel what it would be like to be your property.”

For his part, Zeke leaned back against the kitchen counter and stared at Kate without blinking. Kate expected to see disdain, even disgust, in his eyes. But instead she felt his gaze penetrate her with love and respect for her courage. Her tormenter forced her down and increased his thrusting. In spite of her resolve, Kate had to close her eyes as he pounded her and fingered her to distraction. She heard the click of male heels on the stone floor, and momentarily panicked. Was Zeke leaving her with this beast?

The man made her come, and only then exploded in her. He pulled her up and kissed her hard. When she opened her eyes, she was staring again into her training master’s eyes. And into the eyes of Les Bates, standing next to him and looking at her trembling body like the cat who failed to get to the canary in time.

The girl was nowhere to be seen. Until Kate happened to peer up to the gallery above to see her looking down dreamy-eyed on the four of them.

The stranger and the mysterious girl left. Zeke had a few private words with Les, then turned to Kate. “I need to go to the city, babygirl. Les will take care of you and keep you company today and then get you ready for your big night with Master Harry.”

Kate swallowed hard, not daring to look directly at the tall younger man. Where does Harry get all these god-like men? she asked herself.

“And remember your owner’s rule, little one. Do I need to remind you?”

“No, Master.”

“Then hand your temporary training master your leash. Les, the pet may need to lie down after breakfast. She didn’t sleep much last night. She’ll need all the rest she can get before she goes to Master Harry this evening. Maybe you could give her a massage and treatment downstairs before you bathe her.”

“Certainly, Master Zeke.”

Bathe her? Did he actually tell Les to give her a bath? She was going to be naked in a hot soapy tub with this stupendously put together young man? As Zeke picked up his travel case and turned for the door to the garage, Les stepped forward and reached for her. She collapsed just as his hands closed on her body and managed to pull her up into his powerful arms. Slumped there, her arms trailing over his as he lifted her up, her eyes closed and her lips parted to reveal the pink tip of her legendary tongue. He was sure she had fainted. Sure she had.