Free Bought and Trained by Emily Tilton Page B

and gave her a rough, squeezing
     caress that made her jump back from the counter. But Leo seized her backside with
     his other hand, and for a full thirty seconds, saying nothing, he showed her the extent
     to which her body belonged to him. With his right hand on her clitoris and then thrusting
     deep inside her pussy, he told her about her sex, while with the fingers of his left
     hand he held her bottom arrogantly and, at the same time, penetrated her anus roughly
     and repeatedly. He made her gasp, and moan, and finally cry out, “Master…, oh, Master,
     please… Master…”
    Leo released her. “Perhaps that helped a little, Rose; perhaps not. But we’re going
     to have an extended lesson on exactly that topic now, and then you are going to go,
     in my van, to the Institute. Maybe you will be wearing the red collar when you get
     there, and maybe you won’t be. It depends on how you do in your lesson.”
    Rose whimpered, clearly at the thought of wearing the red collar to the Institute
     and what it might mean. The charming, submissive little sound gave a distinct, unambiguous
     indication that the idea of the Institute, and its program, had become real for her.
     That was when Leo knew that he had broken her. The next two hours, before the ride
     over, would merely serve to put a bit of polish on her submission.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    “Positions, Rose,” Leo said after he had brought her back into the center of the living
     room. He unclipped her ankle cuffs, and clipped her wrist cuffs to her belt. “Positions
     are one of the most important parts of your life as a concubine. Your owner isn’t
     one of the men who have a list of positions to be memorized, you may be glad to know.
     Some of those owners make their girls learn to assume positions according to whistle-signals—it’s
     quite charming, though it takes a long time to learn. At any rate, your owner likes to experiment, and so it’s necessary that you learn to respond instantly
     to his commands and to position your body for his pleasure—his pleasure in looking
     at you, his pleasure in punishing you, and above all his pleasure in using you with
     his cock.”
    Leo began to walk around her. “Eyes downcast, Rose,” he said. “Always downcast, except
     when you are told to look at something other than the floor.”
    He stood in front of her. “We’ll start with that,” he said. He unfastened his jeans
     and dropped them to the floor, then his boxers. “Eyes on Master’s cock, Rose.”
    He saw her eyes dart to his face, before they fell to his crotch. He reached out,
     casually, and slapped her face. “Did I tell you to look me in the eye, Rose?” He watched
     her instinctively try to bring her hand up to her slapped cheek, but then realize
     she couldn’t because her wrists were bound to the belt around her waist.
    “No, sir,” she said.
    He slapped her again, on the other cheek. “Are you going to forget again?” Another
     slap.
    “No, Master!”
    He thrust his right hand between her thighs, and she cried out. Really, the gesture
     was for her, because he knew exactly what he would find.
    “You’re wet, Rose,” he said. “Because I slapped you. Think about that.”
    Without giving her time to respond, or, really, to think (for she would think about
     it later), he put his hand to the back of her head, cupping the base of her skull,
     and pulling gently there. “Down, Rose,” he said, softly.
    Leo knew how to make sure Rose didn’t land painfully on her knees; as he saw her knees
     buckle, he put his other hand around her waist to hold her up as she tried to kneel
     without benefit of the knowledge that, when she couldn’t use her hands, she needed
     to put one knee down first, and then the other. Her deportment master at the Institute
     would teach her that; for now, Leo helped her find her place, supporting her until
     she was on her knees in front of him. The way that, in the process, she had to feel
     his hard,