“I know they were together for a long time, they lived together, and she left him.”
“There’s more. It’s not a secret or anything. Kate was his slave.”
Sasha felt her body stiffen at the word. “Slave? As in . . . ?”
“Twenty-four/seven. Yes.”
“Wow. That is—” She stopped. She was going to say “completely unexpected” but after only a few seconds of thinking, the statement made sense.
And turned her on.
“Is what?” Abby asked.
“Interesting. That’s interesting,” Sasha said, trying to hide her curiosity and unexpected arousal. Abby raised an eyebrow, so she continued, “Some of the comments he’s made make more sense now.”
“And?”
Sasha leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. “You’re as bad as a Dom. You know that, right?”
Abby laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever been told that, but thanks. Now, tell me what else was going through your head.”
“I think the idea of a Master/slave with Cole is hot.”
The smile left Abby’s face. “Wait. What?”
“When Peter suggested collaring me, he said he wanted to be twenty-four/seven on weekends.” Sasha was pleased to discover she only felt a mild uneasiness talking about Peter. Nothing at all like she’d felt in the past. “I didn’t like the idea, but somehow thinking about being that way with Cole sounds more attractive.”
“Sasha.” Abby’s voice had grown very serious. “You aren’t in a position to serve any Dom like that right now, much less . . .”
She stopped talking and looked down at her lap. Before she could say anything else, Sasha finished her sentence for her.
“Much less one like Cole?”
“I’m sorry, but yes.” Abby took a deep breath. “You’re only seeing a part of the Dom Cole is. He’s holding back a great deal because he’s an excellent trainer, but don’t be mistaken, he would not be an easy Master to serve.”
“I wasn’t even thinking of it that way. I was thinking what it’d be to have his care and protection all day, every day.”
“And all night, every night. As a slave, you give up control of everything. He wants to fuck at two in the morning, you fuck at two in the morning and you like it.”
She knew Abby meant it as a deterrent, but just thinking about it turned her on.
“Sasha, wake up.”
His voice is insistent and even though the bed is warm and sleep tempting, she wants to please him more than she wants either the warm bed or sleep. He’s been working long into the night lately and while she goes to sleep alone, she knows it won’t be too long before he wakes her each night. She loves that he can’t sleep without taking her first.
She rolls over to face him. “Yes, Master?”
He is standing naked by the bed, hands on his hips, his erection jutting upward. He crooks a finger at her. “Come here. Arse to the edge of the bed. And make it fast, I’m hard as hell and need to fuck.”
He doesn’t ask if she’s ready. He doesn’t have to. It’s her place to be ready for his cock at all times. She moves to the edge of the bed and feels the growing wetness between her legs as she does.
He places a hand on each of her knees, keeping her spread for him, and enters her fully with one thrust. “Fuck, yes.”
He presses deeper.
“Hell, you didn’t hear anything I said.”
Sasha snapped back to reality. “I heard the two-in-the-morning-fuck part.”
Abby groaned.
“Look at it this way,” Sasha said. “I’m safe in my fantasies.”
• • •
Three days later, she knelt in Cole’s office and questioned the intelligence in writing her slave fantasy down for him to read. Though her head was down, she could clearly picture how he looked reading her journal. He would be frowning and there would be worry lines between his eyebrows.
It took him a long time to read.
Finally, finally, she heard the chair scrape against the floor. She waited for footsteps, but only more silence followed.
Right when she thought she would be kneeling forever, there was a soft squeak from the seat cushion followed by slow footsteps that came closer and stopped behind her.
His voice was rough. “Interesting reading today, little one.”
Glad I could keep you entertained. But she knew better and didn’t want to start the discussion out on the wrong foot, so instead she said nothing.
“I was unaware you had an interest in being a slave,” he said.
“Before this week, I didn’t know I had an interest, Sir.”
“What triggered that interest?”
“I had a talk with Abby.”
“I see.” He gave a coarse laugh. “And Abby told you Kate was my slave.”
“Yes, Sir. She said you were twenty-four/seven.” She prepared herself for the lecture on how she wasn’t ready and why she was foolish to even contemplate such a thing. Damn it, what was she thinking writing it down for him?
“I can see the appeal,” he said, surprising her. “There’s a certain security involved, at least on some level. And, of course, there’s the mutual commitment. But, Sasha, don’t romanticize the position of an M/s relationship.
“You are owned by your Master. You are his to tease and torment as he pleases. Serving him is your all-consuming passion and pleasing him your only goal. If he wishes to use only your mouth for a month, you will suck his cock and be thankful for the privilege to taste him. If he tells you to sit naked with your pussy displayed for his viewing pleasure, you will sit with your legs spread so he can enjoy the sight of his cunt. Even if he wants you to stay that way for hours and he spends most of that time in a different room. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, but wasn’t sure. She hadn’t gone through every possible scenario.
“There are days you’ll feel your only worth is tied to your arse, your mouth, your pussy, and how often he decides to fuck them. For instance, I would require you to be naked whenever you were at home, command you to kneel and present yourself for my use when we were in the same room. And make no mistake, Sasha, I would use you and use you often.
“In the morning before you left my bed, you would suck me deep into your mouth. I’d order you home for lunch and spread you out on my table, where I’d take my time feasting on your pussy before I fucked it. And after work, I’d keep you naked and spend hours driving you to the brink of orgasm until finally I’d allow you to come, but only with my cock buried deep in your arse.”
He bent down and whispered in her ear, “Is that what you want, Sasha? To be my fuck toy to use when, where, and how I want? You honestly wouldn’t mind if, while you were reading a book, I ordered you to your hands and knees on the floor because I decided my cock’s need to fuck outweighed your need to read?”
She stiffened at his words. There was more to it than that. And no, she wasn’t interested in being used only for sex. It was the whole dynamic of the Master/slave relationship that appealed to her.
“It’s more than that, Sir. It’s not always like that.”
He hadn’t moved from behind her. “I’m well aware of the many facets involved in such a relationship. I did have a collared slave for several years. And if asked, I’m sure she would tell you it was like that enough of the time.”
“Then there was a part of her that needed to be used like that.” She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “The relationship wouldn’t have lasted as long as it did if she wasn’t being satisfied.”
“Think beyond the sexual,” he said, not responding to her statement. “You own a business. What if your Master decides he doesn’t want you working? Would you be prepared to sell your part of the floral shop?”
“Did Kate work, Sir?”
“I allow
ed her to work. Do you honestly think you could live in