Free Mentor (An Impossible Novella) by Julia Sykes Page A

 Since our last clash of wills, I had simply started to accept the pleasure He gave me.  I no longer felt disgust or anger; He had broken me of that, liberated me from it when He had forced me to beg for my orgasm.
    Now I accepted his touches with something between resignation and eagerness.  I called him Master without a thought.  He was in control of my pleasure, and there was no point fighting Him when it came to that.  No matter how I fought Him, no matter how I tried to outsmart Him, he knew.  He always knew.  He was always ten steps ahead of me.
    He was slowly chipping away at everything that made me me.  
    Kathleen Marie White.  Not pet.
    My hatred of my captor had begun to turn in on itself, redirecting towards me.  He didn’t hurt me; He wasn’t torturing me into submission.  Not really.  Lust was making me forget who I was, just as I had always feared it would.
    “You’re smart and driven and beautiful.  You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met.”  
    Charlie had said those words to me.  He had said them when I was denying him in his desire to touch my body.
    That wasn’t an option with my Master.  He kept me restrained.  I couldn’t fight Him off when He touched me, and saying “no” only seemed to further enflame Him.  I noticed how his hard cock throbbed against me while He tormented me.
    He wanted me, and my only power lay in my denial of Him.  So long as I didn’t ask another question, He wouldn’t have sex with me.  I was coming to understand Him well enough to know that.  He was too obsessed with maintaining control.  He wouldn’t ruin his game by breaking the rules.  If He broke the rules, that meant I would have broken Him.
    I had hoped that my waning resistance would goad Him into crossing that line.  Even in my defeat, I still kept a spark of defiance.  My mind still secretly sought ways to circumvent his control.
    Despite everything He had put me through, my mind was still my own.  Mostly.  He might have bent me, but he hadn’t broken me.
    Not yet.   An insidious voice that sounded suspiciously like my Master’s whispered through my mind.
    I slapped it away.  I would never escape Him if I gave in to that voice.  My only power was my mind, and although He had overcome that power with his own formidable mind time and again, I couldn’t just give up.
    It was time for another question.  Only, this one was carefully crafted to force a more useful answer.  I knew He would lie; He had lied before.  I just hadn’t known it then.  And He might not have known it, either.
    I knew the price for my question, but I was willing to pay it.  How different could his cock be from his fingers?  He had already violated every inch of me.
    I settled into my darkness, allowing my mind to float in nothingness until He came for me.  I needed to conserve my mental reserves for when I would challenge Him.
    When He came to me, I said nothing while He cared for me in our usual routine.  It wasn’t unusual for me to remain silent, but something about the tension in my body let Him know that things were different.
    Once He was finished feeding me, He removed my blindfold.  Keeping me cradled in his arms, He tenderly traced the line of my lower lip.
    “What do you want to say to me, pet?”  Anticipation practically vibrated through Him.  He knew what was coming, what He would finally be able to take from me.
    I took a deep breath before uttering the words that would seal my fate.
    “Why are you doing this?”
    He frowned, obviously disappointed in me.  “You’ve already asked that.  I’m doing this because I want to.”
    “No.”  The denial was sharp on my tongue, definitive.  This wasn’t a weak protest.
    His brows rose, and the disappointment etched in his features gave way to curiosity.
    “No?”  I expected his tone to come out low and dangerous in response to my defiance, but if anything it held the warmth of pleasure.
    He’s pleased that my mind hasn’t