Free Carnal Slave by Vonna Harper

breasts shook, and now she was trying to move her buttocks away.
    When Master Damek wiggled his forefinger in front of her, Willow forgot about the others.
    “Actually,” he said and wiggled his forefinger again, “this is my favorite training tool. I like the intimacy that’s inherent in its use. However, most of the time I keep a degree of physical distance between myself and my trainee. I won’t spell out the reasons for that. Figure it out for yourself.”
    Only one thing came to mind—Master Damek didn’t want to connect with her on a personal level. To him she was a job, not a human being.
    “Turning her back on freedom is the hardest thing a slave does,” he said. “Surrendering ownership of your body—what a foreign and distasteful concept. However, it’s a necessary one as you’ll soon understand. Fortunately there are perks as your fellow trainee is demonstrating.
    Think about what’s happening to her. She can’t move, and every inch of her body is available to her master. She knows he can do anything he wants to her. There’s nothing she can do or say that’ll stop him.”
    He had to quit talking like that! She couldn’t handle it if he didn’t.
    “Fortunately as I just mentioned, it isn’t all bad. Let me demonstrate.”
    Insane as the thought was, she wished he’d left her gagged. That way she wouldn’t have to communicate with him. Every inch of her body hurt from the cruel and protracted beating.
    With freedom out of her reach, she was left with one option—doing whatever it took to keep pain and fear from overwhelming her.
    Master Damek pushed her thighs so far apart she had to arch her back to keep the position. She could see him but not what he was doing. What did it matter that she’d stopped shaving her pussy after Mitch broke up with her? Surely he had a clear view of her sex.
    “Here’s what I’m getting about,” he said, “when I speak of you losing ownership of your body.”
    She knew what he had in mind but that didn’t stop her from jumping and trying to close her legs when he touched her clit.
    “No!” He slapped the inside of her right thigh with his other hand. “You don’t want me to tie your legs in place, do you?”
    “No, Master.” Her voice shook. “I don’t.”
    “That’s what I thought. You want freedom as much as the next person.”
    Freedom? What a cruel joke that was. He hadn’t said anything about whipping her again, but she had no doubt he would if she did anything to displease him—and maybe even if she didn’t. Holding her breath, she willed herself not to move.
    “Here’s what it’s all about.” He again touched her clit. “Ropes, chains, and whips serve their purpose, but when we get right down to it, this is what controls you.”
    She didn’t remember relaxing, certainly had no intention of doing so. Just the same, she sagged in her bonds and closed her eyes to little more than slits as he lightly rubbed his finger over her sexual trigger. He touched other places, even briefly dove into her vaginal opening, but those things paled next to his experienced finger on the most sensitive part of her body.
    Pain from her abused and trapped breasts lapped at her senses and fire licked at her stretched arms. Somehow it all came together, swirling around until her body became a flowing, helpless whole. She hurt and yet Master Damek’s knowing finger kept the pain from becoming more than she could handle.
    “You’re a sexual being, slave.” His voice had a sing-song quality. “Naïve when it comes to what your body’s capable of. You haven’t tapped into the full-range of that experience, but the process has begun. Under my guidance and mastery, you’ll go deep inside yourself to where the primitive creature lives.”
    Much as she needed to understand what he was saying, she couldn’t give the words her full attention. After so much harsh treatment from him, she could barely comprehend that he was capable of the opposite. His gaze