To Tame a Slave Ch. 05

His arm was offered and I took it reluctantly, glaring up at him. My ire was ignored as I was drawn from the dining room and down a hallway. His home was fairly straightforward as far as design, so I was pretty sure I'd be able to find my way around. We paused in front of a solid wood door, and he shot a wicked grin down at me. Before I could respond, the door was open, and I was in awe.

The room was all lovely dark wood furniture, with red and gold decorations. There was a stone fireplace against one wall, logs in it already to prepare for the coolness of nights here. The bed was, in one word, opulent. Four poster, with dark red sheets that even from a distance I could tell were silk, and would feel sinful against my skin.

Wide eyes turned up towards Anthony who had a pleased smile on his face.

"I'm guessing it is to your liking?" he teased, hand sliding from my arm to my lower back. I nodded, unable to speak for a long moment.

"I, uh- Thank you. I don't really know what to say." A blush was starting to spread across my cheeks.

"That would be a first." I glared at him. "But the room comes with a price."

Ah, of course, there was always some sort of catch. "What is it?" I asked warily.

He turned me and pulled me against his hard body, one hand on my lower back, the other curling around the back of my head. "A kiss."

I blinked. Not exactly what I was expecting. "A kiss?" I asked, understandably suspicious.

His hair swayed, brushing against me as he nodded. "One kiss. Freely given."

My mind raced. Everything up till now had been him taking, and me just suffering through it with no control. This was my first true choice since I arrived in this strange world. Do I kiss him and move into this beautiful, luxurious room, or deny him and stay in the horribly girly one? And also, if I kiss him, will I be surrendering? First a kiss, and then more, where does the line get drawn. But...

I was curious. What would it be like, to kiss him under my terms? He was certainly attractive, for all that he owned me. Whenever he was near, whenever he touched me, my body lit up like it contained flames. Do I maintain my sanity and control of myself, or willingly fan the flames, setting myself up to potentially be consumed by them?

My hands were moving before I had consciously made the decision, hesitantly touching his chest and sliding upwards, feeling the contours of his muscles through the finely made shirt. Fingers ghosting across his shoulders and into his hair, the luxurious strands tangling around me, ensaring me. His head was lowered towards me, face pausing an inch from mine. His breath fluttered across my lips, making me shiver. I swallowed nervously, my eyes slipping shut, and stroked my lips across his, the lightest of kisses, skin barely brushing skin. But it was enough. Flames raced from my lips down into my body, and before I could think my lips had met his again, and again.

After a moment, his arms tightened around me, pulling me harder against his body, and he took control of the kiss, tongue invading my mouth and demanding my submission. With a moan, I gave it willingly, melting in his arms, my hands clinging to his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping me from floating away. His hand tightened in my hair, pulling my head back slightly as our kiss broke. Our eyes met, and his widened in shock and wonder.

"Your eyes are glowing. Drell had mentioned that they do that, but I hadn't believed him." His hand slid from my hair to my face, cradling it gently as his eyes searched mine. "Whatever you are, kitten, you certainly aren't human."

And just like that, the spell was broken, I pushed against his chest, head and eyes dropping, ashamed of myself for reacting the way I had. His only reaction was to tighten the arm around my waist, one hand stroking my hair. "Quiet now, Alanna, I'm not done with you quite yet."

My whole body trembled with his words, resisting the urge to simply give in to him. A gasp slipped out as suddenly my world shifted. I clung to his shirt as he scooped me up like I was the kitten he'd called me. The world started to become blurry as he set me carefully on the bed. "W-what are you doing to me?" I asked, words slurring.

His chuckle washed over me, making my body pleasurably warm. "I'm doing nothing little kitten. You're understandably exhausted." I was tucked under the blanket, my eyes drooping shut. There was a sensation across my forehead, not unlike a pair of lips brushing against me, and then I was out like a light.

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"Alanna, don't forget."

I spun in circles, trying to find the source of the voice, but all I saw was inky blackness. "Don't forget what?"

"Don't forget."

"Forget what?! Who are you?" I yelled, but the sound of my voice seemed to be swallowed up my the darkness.

"Don't forget who you are." The voice came from behind me this time, and I spun to see a girl of maybe twelve. Her hair was an almost blinding white, falling in waves down to her waist, and her blue eyes had an almost ghostly quality to them. The rest of her was almost undefined, but I realized after a moment that that was because her skin was nearly as black as the darkness that surrounded us.

"Who am I? For that matter, who are you?" My voice wavered for a moment, before I firmed myself up. No matter how eerie this whole thing was, I wouldn't show weakness.

"I am Fate." She moved towards me, seeming to float like a ghost, her feet not moving. "And I cannot tell you who you are, you must remember." Her hands cupped my face, sending goosebumps across my skin, and she pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Remember."

She disappeared then, leaving me alone in the dark. "Remember what?!" I screamed, throwing my hands up in the air. The blackness started to close in around me, suffocating me. I struggled against it, struggling to breath, fists and feet flailing out.

"Damn it Alanna, stop it." A voice growled in my ear. The voice was familiar, soothing, and it made the darkness recede. I relaxed slowly, breathing normal again, reassured by that voice. It would comfort me, protect me, care for me.

"That's a good girl," it murmured, accompanied by the sensation of a hand stroking my face.

My eyes slowly blinked open, peering sleepily into the bright blue of Anthony's. "Wh-what?" He shifted and I realized that we were pressed against each other, limbs tangled together.

"You were mumbling in your sleep, and then you started whimper and nearly punched me in the eye." His hand continued to stroke my face, thumb brushing across my cheek.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice slurring as I tried to wake myself, struggling weakly against his hold.

The arm around my back only tightened. "Why wouldn't I be here? This is my bed after all."

It took a moment for that to register, but when it did I gasped and struggled harder. "You bastard! You offered me this room without telling me it was yours! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I shoved against his chest, protesting and growling as he turned me in his arms so that my back was pressed to his front.

A sigh brushed across my ear. "What have I told you about swearing at me?" One arm securely around my waist, his free hand trailed across my chest, tweaking my nipples. It was around this time that it occured to me that my dress was missing. I was about to open my mouth and yell again when a piece of fabric was shoved into it. "It's time for you to be quiet now, little kitten."

I screamed in outrage, the sound muffled by the gag, and struggled harder against him. His hand trailed down my body, sliding over and around my hip, and then trailing back up my thigh, fingers drawing little circles on my skin. My thighs squeezed tight together, forcing his hand to stop his upward exploration, and another sigh teased my ear.

"Alanna, you knew that swearing at me was against the rules. Calm down and quietly accept your punishment and I promise it will be easier on you." I snarled through the gag, my eyes widening as he slowly pried my legs apart. One leg was pulled over his legs, and his foot hooked around my ankle, pinning me there with my pussy exposed. Having me physically subdued, he started again with his maddening motions, finging trailing up my thigh.

"Are you wet, kitten? Do you like being at my mercy, unable to move, to protest, only able to lay there and take what I decide to give you?" Those long fingers brushed lightly across my lips, up and down, gathering the moisture that was leaking out. My eyes squeezed shut, starting to burn with tears at my humiliation. How could I be turned on by this?

His breath hissed through his teeth as he inhaled, nose nuzzling my ear. "Your body is ready for me to take you already, and I've barely touched you." His teeth closed around my earlobe and tugged lightly, the sensation making me squirm. Long fingers slid along the lips of my pussy, brushing across my clit and making me jump, spreading the moisture around. "Your punishment is five slaps. I won't make you count them, as your mouth is otherwise occupied." I could hear the smile in his voice, and it made me stiffen. With my ass pressed firmly against his groin, I couldn't help but wonder where he was going to spank me. I didn't wonder for long.

I squealed and squirmed as his hand came down hard between my legs, lights dancing behind my eyes from the pain. He rubbed me slowly, as if to soothe the sting, and then his hand came down again. I struggled, trying to pull my legs together, but only receiving another slap for my efforts. Tears formed in my eyes but I held them back, unwilling to cry because of this man. The pain slowly turned to pleasure, his hand rubbing again, soothing the sting into a dull ache. I wouldn't enjoy this, I couldn't.

That hand came down again, and this time I could feel my fluids splatter across my thighs. The tears started to spill then, both from the pain and from my humiliation. The fabric was removed from my mouth, finally allowing me to close it and making me realize how sore my jaw had become from clenching so hard.

"Beg for me," I heard as his hand slid back down my body, tweaking my nipples and then rubbing across my pussy again. "Beg for me and I'll spare you the last slap." His tongue flicked against my ear, pulling a whimper from my throat.

It took a couple tries, as my mouth was still dry from the gag, but I finally managed to get out a response. "Never."

He sighed and then there was only searing pain as the fifth and hardest slap came down between my legs. I sobbed, my body stiff and trembling, no longer wanting to close my legs for fear of further hurting my abused pussy. It was a couple of minutes before I finally calmed down enough to talk, and when I did my voice trembled. "A-alright, you punished me. Will you let me go now?"

The arm around my waist tightened and I could feel him snuggling against my back. "No. I'm not done with you yet kitten."

I snarled, but my heart wasn't in it. "What, are you going to rape me now?"

His lips slid down my neck, teeth catching and tugging lightly. "I told you before. I only rape the willing."

My breath caught in my throat, heart racing, images flashing through my head of him chasing me, pinning me down, fucking me. I whimpered unwillingly, squirming in his grasp.

"I think you like the idea," he whispered in my ear, fingers trailing across my private parts, rubbing and soothing the ache until the pain once more starts to turn to pleasure.

I shook my head firmly. "N-no!" My voice trembled, making my words sound uncertain, and he responded with a low laugh. Those fingers delved between my lips, continuing to rub without any real pressure, making me bite my lip against a whimper. They slowly increased pressure, one long finger slipping inside of me, rubbing against my walls. Another finger slid in with the first, unerringly finding my g-spot and curling his fingers into it. They teased and rubbed until I was writhing, the teeth in my lip nearly drawing blood as I resisted giving in and begging. His fingers uncurled, and he began to pump them hard and fast, drawing a cry from my lips as I came quickly, my body arching and tense.

His fingers slowed down until they were resting inside of me, and then simply rubbing lightly along my lips, allowing me to gently come down and relax. "Good girl," he whispered in my ear, kissing it and removing his hand, wrapping it around my waist instead. My leg was released and nudged forward so that I could curl up more comfortably, too exhausted to push away. He hummed soothingly, arm drawing me against him so that I was melded into his front, his warmth and voice lulling me into a deep sleep.