Price of Betrayal 1 - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 1

... eyes closed and were crying softly, but one was surreptitiously staring at me with undisguised lust in her eyes. Zipping up my fly, I stood in front of her. She was shackled to a St. Andrew's Cross, and her eyes dropped as I reached her. I studied her closely. She was pretty without being gorgeous. Her dark hair fell around her face, and I took her chin in my fingers and raised her face to mine. Her eyes stayed down, though. "Good girl," I said softly. "What is your name?" "Tanya, Sir," she whispered hoarsely. "And how long have been here at Mistress Ella's, Tanya?" "Almost two months, Sir." "And did you like what you just saw, Tanya?" "I..." she faltered. "Ella, dear," I said, not moving. "Yes, Andrew?" "What is rule number six?" "Honesty is everything. Without honesty there is no trust, and without trust there is no safety." "Good girl," I said softly. "Now, Tanya, answer my question. And look at me when you do." Her eyes came up slowly to mine. "I can always tell when someone is lying by the look in their eyes." "I liked it, Sir." "I see. And what were you thinking as you watched?" "I was wishing that it was me strapped to the bench, Sir." "Are you a masochist, Tanya?" "Yes, Sir," she breathed. "You enjoy pain?" "Yes, Sir." "Good, because I'm a sadist, and I enjoy inflicting pain. Physical pain, mind you, none of that emotional shit. If you want to be humiliated, you'll have to find someone else." I dropped her chin, and she dropped her ...

... eyes. I stepped close to her and ran one finger down between her breasts, over her navel, and down to her cunt. She was wet but not dripping, and that boded well. I slid the finger into her and noticed how tight she was. "Do you want me to hurt you, Tanya?" "Oh, yes, Sir, please." Begging annoyed me, and it made me want to whip her until she cried, but she wasn't mine. Yet. At the moment, she was Ella's. I took my finger from her, and she moaned in disappointment. That pissed me off even more. I spun quickly and walked to Ella, who had also redressed. "How long?" "For you? Two weeks." "One. Just long enough to get the rules down." "Andrew, darling, I can't get her ready for you in a week." "I don't want her ready, Ella. I want to train her myself. Is she what I want?" "Oh, most definitely. Especially if you want to do the training yourself. I'll have her at your place in a week, contract signed." "Thank you, love," I said, kissing her briefly. "You never fail me." "Truer words were never spoken," she laughed, and I went upstairs. Thomas held my coat as I slipped my arms into the sleeves. "Feeling better, sir," he said with a chuckle. "Oh, Thomas," I said, turning around and shaking his hand. "You have no idea." And with a grin, I walked out to my car. TO BE CONTINUED... ******* If you like this story, please consider buying my novel "Crossing the Border" from Amazon. It is a true erotic romance, not an S&M story. Thanks. --Genevieve Lynne