Free Trust by Terry Towers Page B

inspection he rose back up. I could see his frustration building. A part of me wished I could just tell him to hold me and make it better. But that was just stupidity talking. Besides I didn’t deserve the mercy and I didn’t deserve compassion, not when Brandon and my parents were hurting.
    “Just do what you have to and take me back to my cell, Master.”
    His body tensed, becoming a giant coil. A low growl came from him as his eyes darkened.
    “Why? Why are you acting like this, Gwen?”
    “It’s your job to prepare me for my buyer , Master.”
    “Goddammit! Are you losing your mind already?” Lance turned his back to me and paced back and forth in front of me for a couple of minutes. I could see the stress of his confliction vibrating through him. I needed him to hurt me; I needed him to show me he was the monster he was supposed to be. I needed a reason to truly and completely hate him. I didn’t deserve the light.
    “Fine. If you’re not Master enough to train me then maybe Connor will!” A part of me screamed to stop this and that maybe I was going bat-shit crazy. I should apologize. I should open up to him, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.  I turned to leave, not sure if I was serious about going to find Connor or not.  His hand shot out and grasped my wrist. His grip was so tight I cried out, but he refused to loosen it. Instead he pulled me toward him and roughly threw me backwards onto the bed.
    “This is what you want?” he growled through clenched teeth, pulling his shirt up and over his head and tossing it to the floor, then proceeding to undo his belt. “This what you fucking want, Gwen?”
    I cringe d and lowered my head, not able to stand the anger and frustration in his eyes as he looked down at me. Yesterday he’d looked at me with kindness and affection, today it was pure rage.
    “Look at me , slave.”
    I lift ed my gaze and watched as he finished undoing his pants. I watched as he pulled out his semi-hard member. It grew to its full potential as he stroked himself; it was much bigger than I’d encountered before, in my limited experience. Once he was rock solid he finished undressing and kicked his clothing to the side.
    He was so damned beautiful. I hated myself for wanting him.
    Despite the anger I c ould see the anxiety in his expression. His free hand slipped behind my head and he fisted my hair, giving it a tug and forcing me to focus on his face. “Don’t mistake my kindness with weakness, slave. If you attempt to fight, to bite or escape you will be punished, severely. Are we clear? You want a true master? You want to be trained like everyone else, then make no mistake I’ll give you what you want.”
    Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded. “Yes, Master.”
    His body pause d when he saw my tears. Damned tears. He released his cock and it bobbed in front of my eyes. “Take me in your hand and stroke me.”
    I gather ed up my courage. I can do this . Just get it over with and I can go back to my cage and be left alone . Without a word I took him in hand and began to stroke him. He moaned softly, his hand fisting my hair tightening, becoming painfully tight. “Good, very good.” He was big, scary big. What if the person who bought me wanted me ready for anal? How in the hell could I handle his dick fucking my ass?
    He slipped his free hand down my side and over the curve of my hips. My breath ca ught in my throat as his hand traveled between my legs, cupping my mound. My hand froze on his cock and a tremor of terror rushed through me.
    “Tell me you don’t want this.”
    I refused to tell him no.
    He sighed, the anger draining from him. “It’s easier if you just give in, Gwen.” For some reason the use of my real name helped to relax me and tested my decision. I forced myself to relax as he massaged my mound, stroking me with two fingers along my slit from my anus to focus on my clit.
    Closing my eyes I attempted to forget where I was and tried to let go. Just