I glance at my watch and notice that she only has a couple of minutes left. I practically count the time down, my eyes jumping between my watch and Jack’s face. As the last second finally slips away, I say, “I believe the thirty minutes are up. The slave is mine now.”
“This is ridiculous!” Mrs. Westbrook cries, shooting daggers at me with her eyes. “I’m sure you can wait another ten minutes!”
Oh hell no! The bitch is insane if she thinks I’m letting her have a second more with Jack. “No, I paid for every minute and I intend to enjoy every minute.”
I don’t think and reach out to Jack. Touching his shoulder, I say, “Get up and take that thing off, then follow me.”
Jack darts up, pulls the bands from his cock and then pulls his jeans back up. He slips from the table and Mrs. Westbrook goes to stand right in front of him, blocking his way. “I’ll see you next week, Slave.”
I take Jack’s hand and he looks at me for the first time tonight. Shock flashes over his face.
I look at the old hag and I let my eyes burn over her, not hiding any of the hatred I feel for her. “Not if I have any say. You enjoy your evening now.”
I lead Jack from the room to the designated room assigned to us. I can feel his eyes on me every now and then. He must be wondering what I have planned for him. I wish I could put him at ease but that would blow our cover.
Once we’re in the room I lock the door behind us. Hyper aware of the cameras in the room, I whisper, “Please go take a shower and wash that women’s touch from your body.”
He obeys immediately and it gives me a few minutes to prepare myself for the night.
I’m so tired of this shit. I’m bone weary from all the years of emotional torture of watching people being hurt. But no matter how tired I am, I will never stop. Knowing that I’m saving lives, gives me a certain amount of control. When Father was alive I had no control over what happened to the slaves in our house. I grew up around people being raped, beaten and killed - all for the love of money. Now the roles are reversed. I’m giving away all that money to save people.
~*~
Jack comes out of the bathroom with only a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes take in his bare chest where drops of water are running down his bronze skin.
I walk to him and take hold of his hand. I notice he has a leather band around each of his wrists, a sign that he’s a slave.
“You may look at me.” His eyes snap up to mine and I feel a wave of intensity hit. This man has so much fight in him, I can feel it just standing close to him. I don’t understand why he’s here.
I get ready to play my part. I need to do this for all our sakes. Cameron can’t get suspicious of us.
“I will not require sex.” I see shock flash across Jack’s face. “I’m not into that. I’m a visual person. You may satisfy yourself.”
I’ve watched so many men and women masturbating. I take consolation in the fact that at least they aren’t being raped.
I can see the questions on his face and I don’t know what makes me whisper, “I’m celibate, Jack.” I don’t share that part of me with anyone. The people in my life are on a need to know basis and I feel it’s something they don’t need to know. I don’t date and I don’t fuck. I don’t do relationships unless it’s a platonic friendship, and even those are limited to only Adam, Tristan and Miss Ella.
My entire life I was surrounded by sex. My Father made it a dirty commodity. I had sex twice. The first time was my own choice when I was fourteen, and I gave my virginity to one of the stable boys. It was an act of rebellion against my father. I knew how much he got for a virgin and I was scared that he would sell me too, the way he sold my mother. He only kept my mother around to raise me until I was thirteen, then he sold her. I don’t know to who, or where in the world she is. I don’t even know if she’s still alive! I keep hoping I’ll find her one day.
With my virginity gone it took care of the one fear, but not for long. Father found out and that’s when I had sex for the second time. He forced me to have sex with the stable boy, threatening that the boy would be killed if I didn’t. The boy was still climaxing inside me when Father put a gun to the back of his head and pulled the trigger. That was the day I realized just how evil Father was. That was also the day I promised to make up for all the evil he has done.
Jack frowns lightly, indicating that he’s not understanding me. I quickly explain, “I don’t have sex. I don’t like it.” The words are curt and I almost realize my mistake too late, but I quickly add, “I do however like to watch.” I have to be careful with the cameras on us.
Jack’s features soften a little as he finally grasps what I’m saying. And then I see it in his eyes, empathy. He understands because he feels the same way!
I lift my hand to his face and let my palm rest against his cheek. I don’t know why I’m touching him. I don’t make a habit of touching the people I save, but with Jack it’s different, I just can’t explain it.
I want to touch him. I want to offer him comfort. There is so much I want to tell him. I want to tell him that soon he will be free! I want to tell him that he’ll never be hurt again. But I keep all the words in and try to tell him with my eyes that everything will be okay from now on.
I drop my hand away from his warm skin and I move to take a seat at the table. I make sure my back is to the camera so they can’t see my face.
“Satisfy yourself,” I order.
Jack drops to his knees and as he removes the towel, I let my eyes flit to the window. It’s the only privacy I can offer him.
Minutes pass when I hear a distressed whisper, “Mistress.”
My eyes flit back to Jack. He’s still on his knees, his hand firmly wrapped around his hard cock. When my eyes meet his, I’m shocked at what I find. He is silently begging me to help him. I’ve seen that broken look before but this time it cuts at my heart.
I get up and walk over to him. Kneeling in front of him, I take a deep breath. I lean a little forward and whisper, “Do you want me to help you, Jack?” I will not touch him without his consent.
For a moment I watch the battle play off over his tense features and then he nods. “Please, Mistress.”
~*~
Chapter Three
Jack~
Feelings swamp me. I’ve always been able to shut down. It’s not because Mistress Ryland is nice to me, that’s not it at all. Mistress Claire is also kind and I’ll even go as far as saying that I’ve grown fond of Mistress Claire. This is something else, something I’ve never felt before.
When Mistress Ryland told me she doesn’t like sex I was shocked at first, but then I felt an unfamiliar warmth creep into my chest.
Just maybe she’s like me. Just maybe she’s not bad - I hoped for a split second before the warmth faded and I was reminded that there are no good people. Any person who is willing to do business with Cameron has to be bad!
She brings her hand to my cheek and her touch is silky soft, just like her eyes. The lust filled looks I normally get is nowhere to be seen in her eyes.
She doesn’t want me? I’ve never experienced this before. People always want something from me, either my cock, or my ass and sometimes my blood.
Mistress Ryland’s eyes are so warm I want to crawl into them – I want to find rest there.
She drops her hand to her side and then walks over to the table. I watch her take a seat.
She’s really not going to fuck me?
This whole evening with her is foreign to me.
“Satisfy yourself,” she orders, but there is not bite in her voice.
I drop to my knees and I remove the towel baring myself to her. Her eyes quickly fly to the window and it confuses me. She said she’s a visual person, then why won’t she look at me?
I palm my rock, hard cock. It will be hard for a few hours still. I slowly start to stroke myself, just like Mistress Ryland instructed.