Free Slave Jade by Claire Thompson Page B

and pressing one inside of her. Involuntarily Lisa shuddered and moved back from him.
    “Move again and you won't eat for a week,” he threatened. He slid the finger slick with her juices across her cheek. Lisa stood still, trembling slightly, letting her eyes close. She was cold and frightened, but at least she was clean.
    Again his fingers invaded her pussy, but she managed to resist the urge to pull away. “Oh Lisa, you are so right for me,” he murmured, his voice loving.
    Lisa was repulsed, again not sure which was worse—his rough treatment or the incongruous sweet words. It was as if, on some level, he really did love her. And yet, how could that be, when he treated her like an animal and abused her like a prisoner of war in some dark land with no laws. Did he think, in his twisted way, that she somehow would reciprocate these feelings?
    He had lectured her about her supposed submissive nature and how, if only she would give in to him completely, she would come to a new and higher plane of existence, where he was the center of her universe.
    His words actually reminded her of Master John's, though not as eloquent. But Master John had meant it in a loving way—not this forced and violent way. Master John would have rescued her from this torment, if only he knew where she was.
    But Master John was somewhere in New Jersey, while she was prisoner in a little bathroom god only knew where, at the mercy of a madman.
    His hands roamed over her, touching her body, squeezing her legs and ass, patting her belly, as if she were an object or an animal. She could feel his desire emanating from him like a force field.
    If only she could find a way to return that bizarre affection. Would it make her life easier? Would it at least allow her more privileges? Like regular food and water, and the chance to be clean and sleep without shackles? Had her life really been reduced to this, in so short a time?
    Finally he said, “Get dry. You have twenty seconds.” He tossed a towel at her and Lisa scrambled to obey. He counted as she hurriedly dried herself. At the count of twenty he said, “Drop it.”
    She stood, dizzy with hunger, longing to lie down. Surprising her, he said, “Lie down. Right there on the bath rug.” And then, not surprisingly, “And spread your legs.” She lay on her back, closing her eyes, barely even wondering what was next. She was startled to feel his tongue, soft and wet, against her pussy.
    She tried to sit up and close her legs, but he barked, “Lie down! I want to taste you. I want to make you come. With a lover's kiss. I am your lover, darling. The sooner you know this, the happier you'll be. Let me claim you now, in this lover's way.”
    She lay back down, feeling his tongue weave its way across her labia, lapping at her, using too much pressure. It was clear he didn't really know what he was doing and probably had never done this before. He wanted her to come, but she knew she wouldn't come like this, with his tongue so insistent, the pressure too marked and focused against her clit.
    And yet she didn't want to anger him. This unexpected turn of events could fit in with her plans of convincing him she was falling under his spell. She shifted, trying to guide him with her movements, but he wasn't sensitive to what she was doing. He just kept lapping away, and rather than arousing her, it was actually irritating the delicate folds.
    Still, she moaned in what she hoped was a sexy way and arched up toward his mouth, pretending to want what he was offering. He responded by lapping even harder against her, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her. She moaned and wriggled, breathing in short staccato breaths meant to imitate impending orgasm.
    After what she hoped was a reasonable interval, she bucked and cried out, grabbing his head. “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” she cried, in a breathless little Marilyn Monroe voice. Eventually she stilled, hoping her act was convincing.
    He sat up and she could see the