Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson by Harper Vonna Page A

about placing a ring there. “So why doesn’t matrimony hold any appeal to you?”
    “ I enjoy being single.”
    “ Those days are behind you.”
    Her throat clogged. “That’s up to you, Master.”
    “ Maybe. So Norman and Ed are possibilities. Anyone else?”
    “ Platt.” She stared at her still-beautiful breasts despite the bruises and whip marks. “He’s extremely wealthy and…”
    She should be used to Master’s slaps, but his hand against her breasts caught her unawares. Gasping, she shuddered.
    “ What about Platt’s wealth?”
    “ He spends it on things that bring him pleasure, like these.” She indicated her breasts.
    “ So he paid for big boobs thinking they’d become part of his playground. Why would he chance his investment being damaged by nipple clamps?”
    “ I don’t know. Master, please, it’s hard for me to think when I’m like this.”
    “ You should be used to it, slave. Back to the matter under discussion. What would make Platt—or someone else—decide you deserved what’s been happening?”
    Her veins turned cold. He’d backed her into the corner he’d been planning from the moment he brought her out here today, if not before. The time with him had sanded away not just her arrogance but her self-respect as well. Master had taught her she was nothing.
    “ I don’t know.”
    “ Oh I think you do. Why would Platt have it in for you?”
    “ I—sometimes got him to buy me things or give me money.”
    “ What did he get for his generosity?”
    “ Sex.”
    “ Good sex or mediocre?”
    “ Great.”
    “ Or not. So why would Platt ask a Carnal operative to deal with you if you were the best lay he’d ever had?”
    “ He wanted me to himself.”
    “ He figured you owed him after the boob job.”
    “ He had no right thinking—he didn’t own me.”
    Master grinned. “You can’t say that anymore can you? What about Norman and Ed? Did they want to put their brands on you?”
    Appalled by the way he’d put it, she nevertheless nodded. “Norman wanted me to be his mistress. He said he had accounts his wife knew nothing about. I wouldn’t have to work. All I had to do was be available but why would I put my life on hold in exchange for a few hours of companionship?”
    “ Which is what you told him. What about good old Ed? He wasn’t interested in trying out a fourth wife.”
    “ Ed is fifty-two. He’s having a mid-life crises. My presence was supposed to be his way out of it.”
    “ Instead, you spent his money.” Master stepped closer. “You led him on, made him think you were in love with him—same as you’d done with Norman and Platt.”
    “ It wasn’t—“
    “ Yes, it was.”
    Grabbing her chin, he held her head immobile as he pressed his mouth against hers in a fierce kiss.
    “ You were a piece of work, slave. Out for number one. How’d your parents handle you?”
    “ They couldn’t,” she whispered. “I kept running away.”
    “ Where’d you go?”
    “ To my aunt and uncle. My aunt let me do everything I wanted to.”
    “ What does she think of how you turned out?”
    “ She’s dead. Cancer.”
    Master released her chin. “I’m not going to ask how her dying affected you. Her being gone meant one less person to have to concern yourself with.”
    “ That’s not true.” But it had been.
    “ Don’t lie to yourself,” he snapped. She readied herself for a blow. Instead, he freed her elbows from the chain but kept the rope around them. “We’re going for a walk. You know your role.”
    In the last two days he’d taught her how to heel. At first he’d used a leash or chain to keep her a step behind him, but after a couple of sessions with a whip on her buttocks, she’d learned to walk where he wanted her to.
    He started down the stairs. Trying to ignore the twin insertions and broad leather against her pussy, she stumbled after him. Instead of taking her back to the tree where he’d left her for the night, he headed toward the path