Minutes pass where my cock feels lifeless in my hand. My eyes are glued to Mistress Ryland. She has a sad look on her face and it makes the warm feeling from earlier return. I’m not used to feeling anything but longing and heartache for Momma and worry for David’s safety. I don’t know what this emotion is called that’s tightening my chest to the point where it’s getting hard to breathe.
More time passes, and the feeling becomes so overwhelming that it hurts my chest. I know I won’t come and I can’t stand the emotions any longer. “Mistress,” I say softly, hoping I won’t get in trouble for talking to her without her permission.
I keep my eyes on her, silently asking her to understand what I cannot put into words. I can’t come.
She comes to me, and kneeling in front of me, she makes my heart clench. It almost looks as if she cares for me. I know that’s only my imagination. These people don’t possess the capability of caring for another person.
I watch as her lips part and she sucks in a breath, and then she leans forward. Her sweet scent forms a cloud around me as she whispers, “Do you want me to help you, Jack?”
Again she’s using my name. I’m usually called slave. Only the other slaves use my name. I can only stare at her as her words sink in. She wants to help me? Why would she want to help me? I’m nothing but a slave here for her enjoyment.
Is this a game she’s playing with me?
Is this some kind of trick?
Her soft eyes tell me it’s not, but I could be wrong. A monster can be disguised behind many faces.
I have to remind myself that I’m only a slave and she’s a monster.
I nod, “Please, Mistress.” I say the words that are expected of me. The number one rule for a slave is to always do what a mistress or master wants you to do.
If they ask you whether you want your freedom you answer no, because that is what they want to hear.
If they ask you if you want to be flogged or whipped, you answer yes, because it’s for their satisfaction that you will bleed and scream.
I let my eyes travel over Mistress Ryland’s head and focus on the wall. For a moment I was stupid, I let myself feel something. It won’t happen again.
~*~
Chapter Four
River~
His eyes focus somewhere behind me and the blank look that comes over his face cuts deep into my soul.
He didn’t say yes because it’s something he wanted! He thinks it’s what I want.
I take hold of his arm and getting up I pull him up alongside me.
“Let’s just sleep, Jack. It’s been a long night.” I throw the covers back and looking up at him I order, “get in bed and sleep.”
Jack slips under the covers, his eyes not once meeting mine.
I switch off the bright light and then I strip out of the ridiculous outfit, but I keep on the bra and panty set. I get in next to Jack and then turn my back to him. “Night, Jack,” I whisper.
I can hear his breathing behind me. He’s not moving a muscle, most probably waiting for me to pounce on him.
I turn around and scoot closer to him. I reach under the covers and feel for his hand. Holding his hand in mine, I start to whisper so only he can hear, “I saw you working in the garden earlier, is that something you like to do?”
“Yes,” his answer is clipped with no emotion.
“My favorite flower is a daisy.” I glance up at him, trying to see his reaction in the meager light the moon is offering through the window. “Have you seen a Brown Betty?” He doesn’t respond so I just go on, “The Black-Eyed Susan is the state flower of Maryland. It has thirteen petals. Thirteen is my lucky number.”
My mind races, searching for something else I can tell him. “Do you like water?”
“Yes,” he answers but this time the clipped tone is gone.
“Me too,” I sigh thinking of the plantation. I can’t wait to go home. “I love how it brings life to the surrounding areas.”
Silence engulfs us again but this time it’s not as tense. I close my eyes and keeping hold of Jack’s hand I drift between sleep and consciousness. I’ll never be able to get a good night’s rest in one of these places.
~*~
In the early hours of the morning Jack gets up. I watch as he walks to the bathroom and seconds later he comes out dressed in his jeans.
He walks to the door and he unlocks it, then he turns back to me. His eyes are filled with confusion when he asks, “Will that be all you require of me, Mistress Ryland?”
“Yes, Jack,” I sigh heavily as I too get out of bed. I get dressed in the stupid outfit from the night before and then walk to Jack. I stand on my toes and press a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek. “I’ll see you soon, Jack.”
I watch Jack walk away and then return to the room I share with Adam. When I walk in I find Adam sitting on the bed, his face in his hands.
“Morning,” I say softly so I don’t give him a fright. He hates it when people sneak up on him. I did it once and I landed flat on my back with an angry Adam towering over me.
He looks up, a world of exhaustion clouding his face.
I crawl onto the bed behind him and pull at his arm until he stretches out next to me.
I place my head on his shoulder. “Want to talk about it?”
He shakes his head. Adam is not a talker.
We both just take comfort in the others presence until there is a knock at our door. Adam gets up and opens the door to a girl. She pushes in a trolley and the smell of coffee makes me get up.
I have a cup of coffee while Adam enjoys the bacon and eggs. I usually have a healthy appetite but after a night like the one I just had, food is the farthest thing from my mind.
After coffee I go to shower. When I’m done I go to stand in front of the window, looking out over the estate while Adam freshens up.
The garden is really pretty. I wonder if it’s all Jack’s work. If he really loves gardening then I’ll make sure that he can continue his hobby back at the sanctuary.
~*~
Chapter Five
Jack~
I’m still confused by Mistress Ryland as I make my way to the room where Mistress Claire is waiting in for me. She comes every Friday. Sometimes she’ll visit more than once a week but she’s a busy woman so that’s not often.
I knock once and then I let myself in. I close the door behind me and before I can kneel Mistress Claire comes to me. “Ahh … there you are, my pet.” She kisses both my cheeks. She smiles up at me for a moment, as if I’m a precious possession.
“I want to take you hard today. I’ve had an awful week.”
I step out of my jeans before I start to undress Mistress Claire. I make sure to brush the back of my hands against her skin. She likes that. When we’re both naked I go to the bed and position my body over the length of it. I’m never on top. It’s one of the rules to always remind me that I’m a slave.
Mistress Claire crawls on top of me. She takes hold of my cock, positions it at her opening and then slides over me.
“Oh my, how I’ve missed your cock this week,” she murmurs as she starts to move up and down. She takes my hands and places them on her hips. “You know I love it when you touch me.”
I hold her for a while and then she begs, “Dig your fingers in, my pet. I want to feel your strength on my body!”
I do as she asks, tightening my hold on her. She starts to bounce hard on me, and her breaths rasp over her parted lips. Just as she’s about to come she stops. Her face contorts into a lust filled smirk. “I’ve been a bad … bad girl, my pet.” I scoot to the edge of the bed and she crawls over my lap. “I have to be punished,” she purrs.
I slap her ass and she jerks against my legs. “Harder! Hit me harder!”