Free The Tithe That Binds by Candace Smith Page A

wonderful a tithe would be.”
    “There is still a lot of training ahead of her.”
    “Yes, but so far it’s everything I hoped it would be.”
    “We still need to gauge the tithe’s passion. She must perform and be aroused when you demand it,” Eli reminded her.
    Debra shuffled to the seating area and she knelt by her Mistress’s side without the snap of her fingers. She was numbed and tired by all that was happening. Even the thought of escape or rescue seemed to be too much trouble.
    Gabrielle rose and sat on one end of the small sofa. “Come, Mara. Lay on the couch and put your head in my lap.”
    Debra… no, Mara … stood and whispered, “Yes, Mistress.” She lay on the soft cushions and wanted to turn her head into the soft cotton dress and cry. She stiffened when the devil rose and sat on the other end of the couch, lifting her legs and placing them across his lap. Another of the hidden straps, this one attached to the leg of the sofa, hooked onto the chain connecting her ankles. Debra… no, Mara … contained her frightened sob.
    When the man’s fingers began to caress her thighs, she squeezed her eyes closed. They traveled up, brushing the inside of her sensitive skin until he reached her pussy. Mara’s eyes flew open in alarm, and she gasped and looked into Gabrielle’s face. She was smiling, and a hand brushed across Mara’s forehead while another moved gently towards her breasts.
    Mara kept from pleading out loud, but she begged with her eyes. “Hush, Mara. You have had a long day and performed adequately. You are being rewarded for your effort. There are only two experiences for you now: reward and punishment.” Gabrielle smiled. “I assure you. Reward is much more pleasant for you.”
    When Elijah’s fingers separated her pussy, she panicked and quivered against the cushions. “Hush,” Gabrielle soothed. Her hand massaged a firm breast and her fingers brushed across a tightening nipple. Despite her fear, Mara felt her pussy begin to dampen. She was horrified and cried quietly. “Hush,” Gabrielle continued to murmur, and Mara found herself looking into the woman’s eyes and begging her to stop this humiliation. She was already forcing herself not to respond to the seductive hand stroking her pussy. She cried when a finger entered her clasping channel and another brushed her clit.
    “Please, Mistress,” Mara begged.
    “Hush, Mara. Enjoy your reward.” Gabrielle glanced over at Elijah’s intense gaze on the tithe’s slit. “She’s wet?”
    “Wet and gripping,” Elijah affirmed.
    Gabrielle looked down into the frightened blue stare. If the girl truly had only one experience, it was doubtful she orgasmed. Still, she knew what to do with her Mistress’s pussy so she must have pleasured herself. “You will come for your Mistress, Mara. Relax and do as I order.”
    Mara quivered, crying, “Yes, Mistress.” This is too terrible. How can these people do this to me? Mara felt the fluttering contractions in her channel and she knew the devil was going to make her climax. It happened so quickly, and her thighs slammed together around his hand as she pushed up and shrieked. Her hips kept pushing into his hand and her pussy rubbed against him, squeezing as much out of the orgasm as her exhausted body could manage.
    Thankfully, it was the last torment she was put through for the day. The couple led her to the bedroom and latched her wrists behind her again. Her collar was chained to the footboard and Mara curled up by their feet. Gabrielle covered her with a light blanket, and she fell asleep to the sound of their passionate exchange… and wondering where Debra had gone.
    In the morning, she woke up to a hand caressing down her back. She snuggled under her light blanket, enjoying the sensation as she slowly woke up. When her eyes half-opened in the dim pre-dawn light and she saw the unfamiliar surroundings, she froze. A small part of her mind had her convinced that she would awaken back