Their Tangled Lust by Catherine Tramell
Allyson
Kelly leads me to the drying room at the back of her flower shop. The smells of the old flowers getting dried fill the air, making the atmosphere sweet and romantic. But my heart could not stop pounding in fear. What will Kelly do to me?
I only had two sessions with my Master, and he has only shown me the best and the worst about being a slave. He didn't get to teach me about knowing the pleasure and the harm of pain. Delilah told me that Kelly is an experienced dominant, and she will train me while using me.
Train. I don't need any of it. I only have to survive these months and would never return to this life. I will build my own flower shop as Ronda suggested and leave everything in the past – including the search and the memories of my son's father.
“On all fours,” Kelly suddenly orders when we reach a secret door in the drying room. I look at her blankly. She squeezes my cheeks so hard that my lips twisted. “I prefer my slaves crawling like pets. Now, on all fours.”
Kelly pushes me to the floor. Nicholas. For a moment, I saw my abusive ex-husband on her face. She grabs the top of my hair and returns my glare with a frown.
“A slave should never glare at her master. She should not even look her in the eyes,” Kelly declares before opening the door.
My stance weakens when I see a staircase leading to another basement. Kelly laughs wickedly and snaps her fingers, signaling that I should follow her. Anger rushes through my head, but I release it through a heavy breath.
My tears begin to form, and my sighs quake while I crawl down the stairs like an animal. Animal! I want to call Kelly that while she enjoys humiliating me. She walks to a closet and strips before my eyes.
I gulp at the sight of her body. Why would Elijah want me when he can have all that? Kelly is in her thirties, but her body is still exquisite. Her curves are more defined. Her skin is silky smooth with a few dashes of reddish freckles.
Kelly places some clothes on the table and beckons me like I'm a dog. I crawl closer to her while stopping my urge to bite her. "Dress me," she orders. "Stand up and dress me, stupid!" She yells when her first order confuses me.
I stand and take the corset. Kelly stretches her arms, so I can wrap the corset around her. The scent of her expensive perfume tickles my nose, taunting me into jealousy. I could never spray myself with perfume as expensive as that. Her corset is made of high-quality soft leather that is probably worth more than yearly rent. I gulp when I take the matching thong of her corset. The belt has gems and crystals, which are probably genuine and expensive. The string that pulls the crotch to the back is made of shiny black pearls.
“Done,” I whisper while admiring the smoothness of her skin.
Kelly takes a stick flogger and whips my thighs, eliciting a loud cry from me. The sting penetrates my pants and into my skin.
“Done, Mistress. You’re a slave, Allyson,” she chuckles when I glare at her. “You want to get out of this agreement?” she asks while hitting me with the flogger.
Kelly hit the same spot; the pain cuts into my skin deeper. Every sting reminds me of Nicholas and how he abused me. Kelly grabs my collar, but I instinctively hold her hand to defend myself. My action shocks and annoys her. She whips my legs again. This time, it's harder – enough to make me let go of her and hold on to my legs.
“Take off everything,” Kelly orders. I shot her with a glare. Another whip lands on my thigh.
My fingers curl in anger. I want to grab Kelly's hair and scratch her pretty Malibu Barbie face. I'm wrong. I thought I could handle being abused because nothing could be worse than Nicholas's abuses. But no one can stand any abuse, regardless of its form.
“Want out of this, slave? Want your son out of your life, too?”
I cringe from the terror brought by Kelly's warning. Delilah has warned me, too. The deal isn't explicit, but my son became the collateral from the moment I accepted the deal with Kelly. Stupid, Allyson. I jumped into a pit of vicious beasts. Instead of finding ways to keep my son safe, I have dragged him into a more dangerous situation.
“Strip, slave,” Kelly orders while sitting on a fancy chair.
Three months. I can endure the pain, but I don’t know how I can withstand the abuse. I’m running away from Nicholas because he endangered my son. Kelly throws the flogger towards me when I give her a sharp look. I shield my body from being hit. I won’t care if this woman hurts me, but if she threatens my son, I won’t think twice of cutting her off – like what I did to Nicholas.
“Are you defying my orders?” Kelly demands.
I bow my head before shaking my head as a reply. Kelly snorts when I remove my shirt. Her smile grows wider as my skin gets more exposed. I close my eyes and take off my lace bikini, the last piece remaining. The conditioning system in the basement blows a lightly cold wind that increases my body heat.
Kelly's lips twitch a bit while she follows my curves with her eyes. My body is inferior to hers in height and size. Some might call me curvy, but others may say I'm chubby. I have a level of belly fat that I have not gotten rid of since I gave birth. My breasts are healthier because of my milk. But despite her age, Kelly's tits are still higher than mine.
"Lie down there," Kelly points at a small table with a ceramic top. The edges of the surface have hooks and chains hanging. She grabs a longer whip and swings it to the floor. I walk and lie on the bed.
The cold top hits my back, and I tremble. The quivering travels to my thighs and my hot folds. I take a deep breath. I watched videos about bondage, so I'm aware of what the table is for.
"Mistress," my voice shakes when Kelly lifts my hands and ties them to one corner of the table. She pulls my legs and spreads them across the table. I quiver from the wind blowing between my thighs.
“You are nothing but some worthless toy. Did your training master tell you that?” Kelly asks while running her palms on my thighs. I shake my head. Master called me a property. Kelly cups my pussy with her hand and squeezes it. My hips arch from the pain and the tickling sensation. “This is nothing but my toy.”
Kelly squeezes my cheek with her other hand to open my mouth. She leans down and pushes her mouth into mine. I find it repulsive. Never in my life had I thought of kissing another woman. I cry into Kelly’s mouth when she suddenly crushes one of my boobs.
"You have no right to resist me. Do you get it?" I cry harder when she lets go of my boob. "When I kiss you, kiss back. But never think of enjoying the pleasure from what I will do to you. Or I will make you pay for it."
Kelly opens my mouth and kisses me deeper, pushing her tongue against mine and forcing me to suck it. I want to bite it off her mouth like I used to do against Nicholas, but this woman has more power over me than Nicholas ever did. I close my eyes and suck her tongue as she wants.
I scrunch my stomach while Kelly takes my mouth like she owns it. She sucks my tongue to keep me from pulling away when she slides her fingers on my spread folds. “Stay still, Allyson. Your mistress is trying to play.”
A tear rolls down to the side of my eyes as disgust drowns me. I'm not only disgusted with Kelly but also myself. Never think of enjoying the pleasure? I will never enjoy her touch. A gasp counters my vow when Kelly's fingers find their way into my opening. I bite my tongue to resist feeling any pleasure from her actions.
“Trying hard not to be a slut, huh?” Kelly whispers while thrusting her fingers deeper inside my walls. I want her to stop as a different sensation begins to boil inside me. No. I don't want to be a whore to another woman. But Kelly's experience is pulling me in that direction. "Tell me. Who are you thinking of?"
Her question puts Elijah inside my head. That’s it, Allyson. I might be under Kelly’s rule, but she cannot control my thoughts and my feelings. I close my eyes and think of Elijah. It’s his hands that hold me. And with Kelly’s fingers thrusting inside me, I imagine that it’s Elijah taking me as his woman for the first time.
I sing a long moan when the pleasure inside my pussy intensifies. My walls were fooled, and they grab on to Kelly's fingers like they are Elijah's cock. My hips shake hard as I move closer to the edge of my climax.
Kelly suddenly pulls out her fingers and smacks her wet fingers on my face. “You’re thinking of another master, aren’t you?”
I couldn't answer her because of my shock. Kelly takes a thin stick with a single leather flogger at the end. "Stop!" I cry when she slaps my pussy with it. The leather strip smacks right into my clit, making me quiver from the pain and the pleasure.
“You still like it?” Kelly laughs wickedly at me. “Let’s punish this horny pussy,” she says with an excited laugh.
Another whip lands on my folds, stinging and tickling my nerves at the same time. I want Kelly to stop, but the aftereffect of the pain intrigues me so much that I wish she'd hit me again. Kelly keeps on hitting me until the pleasure disappears, and only the pain remains. I beg her to stop, but she ignores my plea. Instead, she swears to make my cunt swell, so I will only remember her.
Elijah! The pain makes me desperate for someone to save me.
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