whore,' he grunted.
Rachel could feel him trying to pull away and briefly fought to keep him in her arms. She didn't know if she relented because he was stronger and more powerful, or if a part of her finally remembered that he was her superior and she was supposedly servile. Whatever the cause, it was with genuine reluctance that she allowed him to lever himself away from her chest.
He plunged his shaft deep and, at the same time, he reached down to her bound breasts and squeezed. Shards of sweet pain erupted, spreading from the nipples and continuing until they encompassed her entire body. She opened her eyes and saw him grinning mercilessly as he buried his fingernails into the distended flesh. One pierced nipple jutted from between his index and middle fingers and, as she watched, he pressed it between his knuckles.
Almost sickened by the easy way he was able to wring pleasure from her body, Rachel closed her eyes again. She revelled in the bliss of every torment, squeezed her pussy muscles tightly around him and brought her pelvis up for his final thrust.
His shaft pulsed and the douche of his seed soaked her womb. Each tremor of his length ignited a new flurry of sensations and she screamed and sobbed through a series of shattering explosions. She couldn't understand why the pleasure seemed so profound and wondered if it had anything to do with her personal vow never to lie to a master again. The idea that she might have enjoyed a revelation - a new way of accepting her servility - was almost as warming as the eddies of bliss that rippled through her body.
Master Bernard pulled himself from her sweat-soaked frame and delivered a series of guttural commands. This time she couldn't tell if he was speaking in a language she understood because her thoughts were too fragmented to make sense of anything except the subsiding joy of her release. Opening her eyes she saw the slaves had been dismissed and she and Master Bernard were finally alone.
He lay against her, holding her in his strong embrace.
'Why can't I keep you here all the time?'
She held her breath, trying to decide if he had asked the question, or if she was only listening to a cherished hope of what he might say. 'I'm your brother's favourite,' she said quietly. Normally those words were spoken with pride but this time she could hear a definite note of regret colouring the phrase. 'He's generous enough to lend...'
'I wouldn't be generous with you if you were mine,' he broke in. 'I'd be mean and selfish. I'd keep you chained away from others and you'd only be available for my pleasure and satisfaction.'
Her heart was pounding thunderously as she guessed where he was leading. Her life as Master Vince's favourite was satisfying but she didn't doubt Master Bernard would be more attentive to her needs. The prospect of becoming his favourite was a dream she had harboured after every tarocco reading that he attended and she was amazed to hear him suggest what she had never dared to put into words.
'You'd tire of me,' she said quickly, hoping he wouldn't hear eagerness in her voice.
'I'll be an old man before I grow tired of you,' he grunted.
'I only excite you because this is forbidden,' she tried. His hand was on her lap, the fingers squirming into the sodden wetness of her sex, teasing the lips and coaxing fresh desire from her fetid warmth.
'You excite me because you're you,' he said earnestly. With an impatient gasp he snatched his hand away and turned his back on her. 'I'm wasting my time, aren't I? You have no interest in being my property. You're happier being my brother's favourite.'
The words stung and she wondered if it might be because there was a grain of truth in them. Remembering the personal vow she had just made, struggling to be honest with Master Bernard as she had promised herself she would be honest with Master Vince, she said, 'I'm happy being your brother's favourite. But I
Rachel could feel him trying to pull away and briefly fought to keep him in her arms. She didn't know if she relented because he was stronger and more powerful, or if a part of her finally remembered that he was her superior and she was supposedly servile. Whatever the cause, it was with genuine reluctance that she allowed him to lever himself away from her chest.
He plunged his shaft deep and, at the same time, he reached down to her bound breasts and squeezed. Shards of sweet pain erupted, spreading from the nipples and continuing until they encompassed her entire body. She opened her eyes and saw him grinning mercilessly as he buried his fingernails into the distended flesh. One pierced nipple jutted from between his index and middle fingers and, as she watched, he pressed it between his knuckles.
Almost sickened by the easy way he was able to wring pleasure from her body, Rachel closed her eyes again. She revelled in the bliss of every torment, squeezed her pussy muscles tightly around him and brought her pelvis up for his final thrust.
His shaft pulsed and the douche of his seed soaked her womb. Each tremor of his length ignited a new flurry of sensations and she screamed and sobbed through a series of shattering explosions. She couldn't understand why the pleasure seemed so profound and wondered if it had anything to do with her personal vow never to lie to a master again. The idea that she might have enjoyed a revelation - a new way of accepting her servility - was almost as warming as the eddies of bliss that rippled through her body.
Master Bernard pulled himself from her sweat-soaked frame and delivered a series of guttural commands. This time she couldn't tell if he was speaking in a language she understood because her thoughts were too fragmented to make sense of anything except the subsiding joy of her release. Opening her eyes she saw the slaves had been dismissed and she and Master Bernard were finally alone.
He lay against her, holding her in his strong embrace.
'Why can't I keep you here all the time?'
She held her breath, trying to decide if he had asked the question, or if she was only listening to a cherished hope of what he might say. 'I'm your brother's favourite,' she said quietly. Normally those words were spoken with pride but this time she could hear a definite note of regret colouring the phrase. 'He's generous enough to lend...'
'I wouldn't be generous with you if you were mine,' he broke in. 'I'd be mean and selfish. I'd keep you chained away from others and you'd only be available for my pleasure and satisfaction.'
Her heart was pounding thunderously as she guessed where he was leading. Her life as Master Vince's favourite was satisfying but she didn't doubt Master Bernard would be more attentive to her needs. The prospect of becoming his favourite was a dream she had harboured after every tarocco reading that he attended and she was amazed to hear him suggest what she had never dared to put into words.
'You'd tire of me,' she said quickly, hoping he wouldn't hear eagerness in her voice.
'I'll be an old man before I grow tired of you,' he grunted.
'I only excite you because this is forbidden,' she tried. His hand was on her lap, the fingers squirming into the sodden wetness of her sex, teasing the lips and coaxing fresh desire from her fetid warmth.
'You excite me because you're you,' he said earnestly. With an impatient gasp he snatched his hand away and turned his back on her. 'I'm wasting my time, aren't I? You have no interest in being my property. You're happier being my brother's favourite.'
The words stung and she wondered if it might be because there was a grain of truth in them. Remembering the personal vow she had just made, struggling to be honest with Master Bernard as she had promised herself she would be honest with Master Vince, she said, 'I'm happy being your brother's favourite. But I
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