6 comments/ 22392 views/ 7 favorites Learning to Deal By: From_One_to_Another Hey:) This is my first story to ever write:) So enjoy and let me know if there should be a Chapter 2! Forever Yours, From_One_to_Another :* * * * * * * * * Chapter 1 * * * * * * * * 'This is it,' Ella thought. 'This is the day that I will have to share my best friend with another woman for the rest of our lives because of some stupid arranged marriage.' She was deep in thought of the unknown future ahead of her. Ella's naturally beautiful face was slightly made up and her long, dark locks were braided and pinned neatly behind her head. The girls usually pale face was slightly scrunched up at the thoughts invading her mind. She was biting her lip and playing with a loose strand of her wavy hair when she heard his deep voice and haughty laughter. "Jeez El, don't look so nervous. I'm the one getting married in a few remember?" Daniel smiled at his lifelong friend with a slight wink. "Shut up Danny I'm just thinking," she said with her 'I'm not annoyed but I want you to think I am' look. "Is something wrong?" Daniel asked, "I didn't think that me marrying Mayve would be that big of a deal to you." "It's a big deal because I have to share you now," Ella giggled to her best friend. "You know I don't share well." "All too well my dear," he playfully responded. "I'm just kidding, Daniel, I'm sure she will make a great wife." "Yea," he said, his voice trailing off in thought. Ella had thought about the result of her dear friend's marriage since the announcement, but voicing her opinion on it was a completely different story. Before the silence could get too awkward, Ella's father burst through the doors buzzing with joy. "It's time," Mauro nearly shouted in excitement. The joy of the moment nearly lost by the longing of Daniel wishing his parents could be there to witness his marriage. * * * * * * * * "But I want to go with you!" cried 12 year old Daniel, as his parents were preparing to leave for the weekend. "It's alright honey you're going to be staying with Ella and her parents just for two days, then we will be back." His mother Dina always had a knack for making him feel better with her sweet smile drawn across her delicate tan face. "That sounds like fun to me!" David, Daniel's father, said in hopes of making his young son feel better. Even crouching down to somewhat eye level he had the tendency to be a bit more intimidating than comforting with his large stature and well toned features. "Alright, as long as Ella's there I suppose," Daniel sighed, giving in to the hope of being with his best friend for an entire weekend. After arriving at the Harpers' house, they were met somewhere between 'goodbye' and 'see you soon' with tears as the Ashtons were off. They were headed to the military base thirty miles south to aid in the medical tents, as they were both doctors. Since the war began there was a shortage of medical professionals willing to heal soldiers of the invading country. That is until they were sent a lengthy letter, summoning them to 'serve their country' and 'do what is best for their son' After they had left, all that was known about their voyage was the horrific scene that was discovered three and a half days later by a trucker with a flat tire. With the local military presence so high in the recently captured nation of Balton, it's a wonder it took so long for the murder victims and their belongings to be found. The details and knowledge of the incident were never released. "Can he stay here daddy?" a very distraught 11 year old Ella pleaded with her father. "Please, I will do anything! I'll keep my room clean and feed Charlie, and-" "Shhh sweetie it's okay you don't have to do any of that he can stay here as long as he wishes to." "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" little Ella, overjoyed and saddened all at once. "Thank you." * * * * * * * * "Thank you, Mr. Harper, for everything you've done for me," Daniel spoke with a shaky voice, evidence of the tragedy that occurred just a decade ago. "I would not be where I am were it not for the kindness and generosity that you didn't have to show me." "Nonsense my boy! You are family. Now lets go get you married, shall we?" Mauro ushered them both to the reception hall, beaming with pride. The ceremony was beautiful with colors of gold, purple, and white everywhere. Once the reception was over they were sitting in the Great Hall just off the foyer in the Harpers' large manse. Daniel sat at the head of the table with Ella on his left and his new bride on his right. "Pssst," Ella said to Daniel. "What?" he whispered back. "One word of advice," she fought to laugh out loud. "Alright what is it El?" "Go get some tonight and tell me all about it!" Ella burst into laughter at this point. Their running joke was, since both Daniel and Mayve were virgins, that Mayve was actually a man and Daniel was awful in bed. "Shut up Ella! That's not funny!" he was struggling to maintain composure through stifled laughing. "She will hear you," he warned his friend, almost falling off his chair. "But seriously, Danny, details," she winked at the effortlessly handsome man beside her. "Always so naughty, little Miss Ella," he teased. After the commotion had slowed and the guests had gone, the young couple headed off to their new house not fifteen minutes away. Mauro and his wife Laney went upstairs to bed as the maids were finishing the cleaning, leaving Ella and her thoughts alone in the downstairs study. She was sitting on the chaise enjoying a glass of wine, because the four she had that evening clearly weren't enough, when she heard movement in the background. "Charlie? Is that you? Here boy," Ella whispered, convinced it was her old dog. "Charlie? Char-" she was cut off by a rag on her face and the sweet smell of chloroform covering it. "Shhh. Relax. That's it," said a gruff voice she vaguely recognized. Before she could be curious about the voice, panic set in. Then all too soon, her world turned black. * * * * * * * * "You were excellent sweetheart," Daniel smiled at his new wife between ragged breathing and shaking vocal cords. "I should be saying the same to you, love," Mayve giggled to him. "You're sure you've never done that before?" Daniel laughed and said, "Yea I'm pretty sure I would remember if I did." "Wow." she breathed, at a slight loss for words. "Enough speaking Mrs. Ashton. Come here," he pulled her to himself and they lay together in a sweaty, awestricken heap of desire. "I never want to leave, Danny. Never." They cuddled together as their bodies molded with each other, bliss overriding the world's how, where, and when. * * * * * * * * When Ella awoke the panic had subsided and it took her a minute to figure out that she was not home in the study. Stretching her aching limbs she found her limbs immoveable with leather cuffs binding her to her chair. She began panicking yet again and after realizing her lack of clothing her heart rate sped up greatly. "Wh-Where am I?" she asked the 6'4" man staring back at her. "Who are you?" she began thrashing about more profusely and pulled further on her restraints. "Where am I?!" Ella screeched at the intimidating man's face. "English? Do you speak English? Please let me go!" the helpless girl pleaded with him. "Welcome home my dear," the man finally spoke. "Please take me to my home, I don't live here," she tried. "My parents will miss me and come looking for me. Please you have to listen! My name is-" "Ella Marie Harper," he calmly stated, arching an eyebrow with an evil grin sweeping across his handsome features. "I know everything about you pet." "What? How do you know me? Pet? What are you talking about? I don't know you how could you possibly-" her voice lost its volume as she took in her surroundings. The deep gray of the cold, stone walls, ceiling, and floor of his were dungeon leaving her speechless. Her head was spinning as she took in her vulgar surroundings. Once the helpless girl calmed a bit she began to notice objects that were foreign to her. She saw the deep red velvet-covered furnishings consisting of a couch in the middle, a large chair near by, and plenty of pillows scattered on each. There were no windows anywhere in sight and various torture devices lining one of the larger walls. Her eyes grew wide as she noticed the tail whip dangling at the man's side. "My name is Evan to my equals, however, you will now refer to me only as 'Sir' or 'Master', am I understood?" "What?-" and before she could let the word escape her trembling lips she felt the sharp sting on her left breast. She let out a strangled yelp before he spoke to her again. Once she had settled slightly, he calmly stated, "I will not tolerate disrespect pet, don't make me ask again." "I am not your pet" Ella spat out of anger at the notion of being someone else's inferior. "Owww!!" she cried again as the leather kissed her soft, pale skin, leaving behind thin red lines in their wake. "Once more pet, I will tolerate nothing further. This is your final warning." "I. Belong. To. No one." she forced out through stifled tears. He sighed in slight annoyance, yet never breaking his cool demeanor. "I was hoping you would cooperate little one, but I like the hard way all the same." He grabbed her cuffs and unlatched them from the chair. "No! Get off of me you sick Bastard!" she yelled. Not breaking a sweat or seeming to mind her fighting and cursing, he dragged her along to the wooden 'X' standing tall against the rough stone. Evan attached the leather cuffs that were on her wrists and ankles to the metal rings permanently bound to the wood. Once she was secured tightly he left her struggling in her bonds. "I'll be back slave, I suggest you find your respect," and without a single glance back he disappeared through the heavy metal door. * * * * * * * * "Alyss, have you seen Ella? She was not in her room or either study," her mother, Laney, asked the young maid. "No ma'am," the young lady responded. "She was in the downstairs study just last night, but I have not seen her since she dismissed me to my room around 12:30 in the evening." Alyss fidgeted with her apron as if something were eating away at her soul. Her deep brown eyes looked guilty and worried as she nervously chewed on her short blonde locks. "Alyss, dear what is the matter?" Laney said, laying a hand on the fretting girl's shoulder. Struggling for words, she finally spoke, "Well, I heard the front door shut pretty loud last night around one this morning. Wh-What-" her voice caught in her throat as a single tear fell. "What if she is gone ma'am? Am I at fault for letting her dismiss me before she went to sleep?" The kind woman smiled softly in empathy, "No, dear, it is not your fault. She must be around here somewhere." And with that she was off to search the large house for her only daughter. 'What if she really was taken?' Laney asked herself. 'No don't think like that she will turn up.' * * * * * * * * Learning to Deal Ch. 02 This is a continuation of Learning to Deal! Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Comment and rate and blah blah blah:) I love feedback and your predictions are always welcome! Yours truly, From_One_to_Another * * * * * * * * It was pitch black in the newest place Ella found herself in. The cold, dampness in the room was chilling her naked form to the bone. While she had been tied up against the 'X' on the wall hours ago the poor girl didn't think it could get much worse. She was quickly proven wrong. An unfortunate mixture of her new reality and imagined insanity was quickly closing in on her. 'He is going to have to come back for me eventually.... right?' Ella thought to herself. 'Oh my gosh what if he leaves me here to starve, or worse, comes back and.... and... how could this happen to me?' Another voice began in her mind. 'Calm yourself! He obviously wants you here for a reason just hold off until you find what that reason is.' Her whimpers and shouts for help began. "Help me please!!!" Ella hollered as loud as her weakening voice could. "Please somebody!" she said, crying softly. "Please." Her cries for help fell on deaf ears. Nobody was around to hear the bound girl beg from her new Master's dungeon. When her pleas went unheard she opted for a more 'alternative' route. "Get your ass back down here and face me! I'm not fucking through with you! Untie me prick!" Again her 'heartfelt' shouts went ignored. At least for now. * * * * * * * * "Good morning Mrs. Harper, is Ella awake yet?" asked Daniel cheerfully, before noticing the redness of the woman's eyes and tear stains streaking her otherwise beautiful face. "She's gone," Laney managed to croak out, her voice hoarse from a night spend shedding tears. "Gone? What do you mean 'gone'? As in left or-?" "I, I don't know. She hasn't been seen or heard from since last night. Alyss said-" she choked back a sob. "Alyss said she heard the door slam late last night and, and, I just don't know! She wouldn't purposely leave us, would she? This can't be happening." The distraught mother broke out into a hysterical fit of crying. "Shhh, it's okay she will be back soon, I promise," Daniel attempted to console her. "I will find her." "You-you what?" Laney hiccupped out. "You can't possibly even kn-know where to st-start." "Shhh yes I can, I will find her. But I need you to breathe, that's it, it's alright." He held her tight and rocked her until she calmed. "What is going on? Where is my baby girl?" Mauro burst through the double doors and into the study. "She's gone Sir, we are going to look for her as soon as we can gather our resources," a young man no older than nineteen answered from behind him. " 'We' are doing no such thing Aaron," Daniel replied. "I am going to find Ella. You are staying here and guarding Laney and the women in the house." "With all due respect, there are others to stay. The more looking, the sooner we will find her," the boy argued back. "Enough!" Mauro hollered over the argument. "Aaron you are staying here, Daniel we are leaving. Alyss!" "Yes Sir?" the poor girl squeaked out through poorly hidden tears. "Go make some food for Daniel and myself, we are leaving to find Ella. Please hurry," he added and suddenly felt sick to his core. His face paling, the man of nearly fifty barely made it to the chaise his daughter was snatched from hours ago, just in time to faint over it. "Oh!" Laney yelled and begun another fit of harsh sobbing. "Aaron come, we're going to find her," Daniel ordered. With that, they were off to find his best friend, the joy of yesterday's events slowly fading into a distant memory. * * * * * * * * "LET ME OUT!" Ella screamed into the blinding darkness surrounding her. "Get your ass in here and face me, coward!" The 'refined' lady was certainly no stranger to profanity and chose to let it show. Vulnerability was definitely not her strong-suit. Just then the heavy door creaked open. Although there was still no light in the room, she could sense his presence. Ella could feel him stalking through the room toward her and she raised her chin even higher, waiting for the lights and his dark eyes to burn into her bare skin yet again. "Hello pet," his deep, coarse voice growled, inches away from her ear. Not expecting him to be so close so quickly she jumped at the sudden sound. "Why so afraid Little One?" he chuckled darkly. "What happened to you wanting me to face you little girl? You yourself asked me to come down here, now here I am. Are you prepared for what comes next?" His voice was calm and gentle, yet full of warning. 'Oh shit I did tell him to come down here. But I did say to untie me,' she thought to herself. "I-I said come down here an-and untie me... If you're so good at listening, Evan, then-then untie me..." she argued weakly hoping he would comply. "Now, now, pet. Where would the fun in that be?" he breathed in her ear, using his pointer finger to trailing down the side of her face and down the side of her neck. "Tell me, why would I do that?" he asked, tracing her collar bone and down the side of her breast, making he nipples harden instantly against her will. "Because you know the consequences of your actions," Ella stated more confidently than she felt. "You know that somebody will come looking for me and you will be in-" she gasped as he grabbed her ass hard. "Stop touching me!" she said panicking at the effect his skilled touch was having on her. "No," Evan simply stated, continuing his delicious assault. "You're mine. I'd suggest you get used to it. The sooner you grow accustomed to your new role, it will make things easier." He punctuated his sentence with another firm grasp of her vulnerable skin. With that he turned to leave. To leave her alone. In the dark. 'No, this can't be. He's not going to win. He can't.' She began panicking inwardly at the thought of being kept here alone yet again. 'Pick your battles, Ella, pick your battles. Stay strong,' she thought to herself. "Please, please don't leave me here," she whimpered softly, half afraid for him to hear her. Evan stopped at the door and without turning around asked with an evil sneer, "What was that, My sweet Ella?" "I-I don't want to be left here... Alone... Please don't make me stay down here," Ella quietly replied. He stood for a second in silence before saying, "You've yet to address me properly, pet, I don't know that I should reward such behavior." He turned to face her allowing her to drink in the sight of him in the dimly lit room. His fitted gray t-shirt and perfectly tailored, dark wash jeans hugging his lower half in all the right places took her breath away. Her body was beginning to turn on her once more. 'Stop thinking about him like that he's repulsive.' 'You're right. He's tormenting me. Another pretty face does not excuse this.' "I'm waiting," Mr. Edmonds tapped his foot, displaying his impatience. "I don't understand," she said meekly. He stalked over to the wall that displayed all of his kinky torture devices. Deciding on a medium sized cane, he picked it up and walked back over to her. As the ruggedly handsome man traced her every line and curve with the tip of the cane he spoke slowly and softly to her. "Now then. I think we ought to help you remember then, shall we?" Without further warning she heard the swish and felt a slight sting on her right side. 'That wasn't so bad,' she thought. Before she could finish thinking it, the burning sensation flared hotly in a long red line. "Ahhhhh!" Ella yelled at the sudden pain coursing through her skin. "I see that got your attention didn't it baby?" he chuckled at her as she squirmed and pulled on her bindings. "Please, stop," she asked him. *Thwack* The cane connected with her soft, white skin not an inch below the first. "Nooo!" Tears began flowing freely down her face and neck. "Say it Ella," he all to sweetly said to her. "Say what? I truly don't know I promise. Please," she lowered her head trembling and awaiting the next blow. When it didn't come she opened her eyes and peered up at him through her long eye lashes. What she saw next stunned her, he was staring at her confused. 'How can she not remember? I just told her not even 2 hours ago. Most women naturally say 'Yes Sir' why not Ella?' he thought to himself. "Once again, I am 'Sir' or 'Master' nothing else. Am I understood little girl?" he said to her. "Yes...." she said. *Thwack* came the stinging burn yet again. "Oww oh fuck ye-yes sssir." She stammered. "Good girl," he soothed her with a smile, reaching out to wipe the tears and black mascara streaking her beautiful face. "There's a good girl. Are you hungry?" Evan asked as he untied her legs. He massaged out each kink and sore muscle with unnerving care. Once her arms were undone she collapsed into him; half from exhaustion and half from the almost awkward position she'd been in for quite some time. "Oh yes," she said. Her eyes shot up as she realized her mistake. "Yes Sir I meant. I-I'm sorry please don't hurt me again," she said as she began crying again. "Shhh baby. Don't worry. Next time you will be punished but I'll forgive this one." He carried her across the dimly lit room to the large bed residing in the corner. Setting her down and covering up her naked, shaking form he told her, "I'll be back, sweetheart. Rest for a minute. You're going to need your strength." With that he handcuffed her to one of the posts and left to get her breakfast. Show message history * * * * * * * * When Mauro awoke and realized he had been left behind after his overwhelming collapse. "Damnit!" he yelled remembering the gravity of his mistake. Rushing off to his private study, he stormed in and locked himself in. Rustling through his papers he searched for a specific document dating back several years. 'Is it time already?' the disgruntled man questioned. Finding his paper he called the number written on the back. Calling it he prayed there was some mistake. "Hello?" a deep masculine voice answered. "May I speak to Evan Edmonds please?" Mauro asked nervously. "Speaking," he replied with more interest. "Evan, it's Mauro. We need to talk about our agreement." "Now is not a good time. Meet me on the corner of Dane and Courtyard Drive. Goodbye, Mauro." *Click* Just like that, it was over. * * * * * * * * "Jenna!" Evan yelled. "JENNA!" he hollered impatiently. "Damnit Jenna get your ass in here! Please!" he once again yelled from the kitchen pantry. "Where is all the food I ordered," he mumbled to himself. Turning around to track down Jenna, his maid and cook, he ran into the breathless figure. "Shit, Jenna, don't scare me like that. Where have you been?" the tall man asked as he helped her to her feet again. Jenna was a meek woman, not older than twenty four. She was brushing her platinum blonde hair back behind her ear as she slowly stood, too stunned to speak. "Ummh, uh I'm sorry Sir please forgive me I was umm I-" the fair-skinned, freckle-faced lady stammered. "Never mind, I don't care. Where is all the food I ordered for..... ya know...." he whispered the last part. Her face lit up in recognition. "Ohh okay yes Sir I put it in a special place for safe keeping and maximum freshness," she beamed. "Please, follow me," Jenna almost sounded giddy. "Alright just hurry," her employer said. "Ella has not eaten since she arrived here and well I'm worried." "Yes, of course Sir," Jenna led him away to the private pantry that housed all of the captive's favorite foods. "Would you like me to fix the lady something Sir?" she asked, twirling a lock of hair innocently behind her ear. "No, Jenna that will be all." Clearly stunned by his answer she managed to answer, "Oh uh alright well if you change your mind, Mr. Edmonds, I will be cleaning in the main kitchen." With a small curtsy she scurried off to her other duties. "Food, food, food," he whispered picking up some peanut butter cereal, a bowl, and left over bacon from that morning. "What does she find so appealing about dry cereal?" he asked himself as he headed back to the dungeon to win over his hostage. "I hope this works." * * * * * * * * Ella woke up in a large four poster bed on the edge of a dark room. After a moment of confusion she realized that her nightmare was her new reality. She began shivering from the cold sweat and fear. 'Why am I here?' she wondered. 'What does he want from me? I don't belong here.' The innocent girl began to cry again, 'I'm never going to get home.' Just then the door began to slowly creak open. "Hello?" she asked softly. "Hello pet, are you hungry?" his sweet husky voice asked her, sending a new wave of shivers through her exhausted body. "Umm yes," she replied, not sure of what was to come. "Yes what?" he asked, his voice full of warning yet calm at the same time. "Oh um yes, Sir," Ella quickly corrected herself, afraid of the consequences of pushing her captor too far. "Very good, little one," he smiled genuinely at her progress. When he saw her looking at the bowl in his large hands he said "Your favorite." Distrust flashed across her simple elegant features, reddened from crying. "It's peanut butter, no milk, and bacon, with ice water and lemon," he told her softly, a tone she was not sure he was even capable of. When she still didn't believe him he lifted a bite to his mouth and ate it. "See? There is nothing wrong with it," he tried. With that, she tried to lift her hands to take the tray from him he shook his head. "No, I can't have you unrestrained," he laughed. "Then how am I supposed to eat?" she asked him, honestly confused. Rather than answer her he lifted a piece of bacon to her mouth. "Bite," he simply stated. She was half tempted to turn her head and give him a lecture when her stomach growled fiercely. "Um-Alright..." she said defeated. "Good, now open," her new Master said with a tone that meant no argument. She opened her mouth slowly and closed her eyes. She couldn't stand to look into his eyes while he hand fed her. When no food came she opened her eyes again and saw him staring at her. "There is no easy way out of this one, keep them open," he warned her. Not finding her voice she opened her mouth as he fed her breakfast. 'This is humiliating,' Ella thought. 'Why are you letting him do this to you?' 'Well, I'm hungry...' 'No you're giving up!' 'No I'm not I just need food and time to think!' 'Are you enjoying this?!?!' She was at war with herself on the subject. Noticing a change in her he asked, "Is the food alright?" "Y-Yes, Sir," she said, worried he'd find out about her secret. Evan smiled in relief. "Good." When she was finished she backed up to the opposite corner of the bed to get away from him. He laughed at that and stood up and walked around to her. "Where ya goin'?" he asked her, laughing slightly. His whole demeanor had changed. He went from caring to hungry; hungry for her. "I-I don't know I'm- Uhm," she began to explain. Tilting his head he asked with an awfully handsome smirk, "Why so afraid little girl?" "Stay away," she said scooting away from him again. "Why? You have no idea what I'm coming over here for," he said in feigned innocence. "I know but, I just, it's," ugh she hated how she was at a total loss for words in his commanding presence. "Just go away!" she yelled. "No, and you're going to be quiet. Yes?" he said. "No!" She said trying to get him away. "I was going to unlock your binds, however, I'm now considering a new lesson in trust." "Yes but what are you going to do once I'm unlocked?" she asked unsure. "Well, I guess you'll have to trust me, won't you dear?" he laughed. "Stop calling me names! I don't belong here," she tried. "You belong wherever I am. Now be a good girl," he said trying to unlock her and when she wouldn't let him he turned and said "Alright well since you apparently don't need to use the bathroom I'm going to leave you." And with that he left. "No! No I do! Come back please!" she said realizing she had to pee really bad. "Please come back..." * * * * * * * * "So, where are we going, exactly?" Aaron asked, not wanting to further anger Daniel. "We are headed West. We will start by going to the outer border, near Talen Lake shore," the leader replied. He didn't bother look back at his companion's stunned and frightened look, he already knew it was there. Aaron, meanwhile, had stopped dead in his tracks. "Sir, you can't possibly be serious! You know what's out there. We won't even make it to the inner ring of the borderlands without being stopped by rival soldiers and beaten within an inch of our lives," afraid of finding out which fate awaited him. "First of all, that's why we're headed for the stables and not the garages. The less we see of people, the safer we'll be. Second, I know a guy. Trust me kid. Keep your eyes open, and your mouth shut." Saddling his large painted horse he and Ella found and broke, Ariat, they prepared for the dangerous journey in a stiff silence. Well until Aaron pressed further for more and more details. Even Ariat seemed irritated with the talkative tagalong. Once he got no answers, the boy relented and did as he was told; kept his mouth shut. Suddenly, he heard a sniffle, then another, and they seemed to be coming from his fearless leader. Meekly, Aaron asked his superior, "Um Sir? Is everything alright?" Daniel let out a long sigh. "Ya know Aaron, it's really not. My best friend is gone. And stop with the "Sir" shit, I'm not that much older than you and I don't deserve a title. She's gone... Ella is gone... I leave her for one night. ONE NIGHT! The one time I can't hold her when she has a nightmare, or hear her singing across the hall. The one time, and this happens." "Well S- I mean, Daniel, I'm so sorry. I know what she meant to you. We will find her," he assured his employer. "That we will." Finally Daniel began to cry and got down from Ariat. He knelt in the damp grass of the forest that led around the city. He beat his fists on the ground until he gave up and leaned against a tree. "Daniel, let's go find this son of a bitch and get Ella back," Aaron said strongly as he reached a hand out to help up the distraught man. As they set off again, Daniel kept thinking he was forgetting something. "Oh no. Aaron, do you trust me?" he asked in a panic. "Yes, of course. Why?" Aaron asked, confused "So you'd do anything I'd say?" he inquired. "Yes! Now what is it?" the younger man asked. "Go back and protect Mayve. They might come back for her. If they do, capture them. I will contact you when I can understood?" His orders were direct and left little room for debate. "But-" he started. "No Aaron! No 'but's. You said you trust me so prove it. I need you. Mayve needs you. Go, hurry!" With that, Daniel was alone again. "I will find you Ella," Daniel mumbled to himself, "I'm coming, hold on." Learning to Deal Ch. 03 Hello my beautiful readers:) this is chapter 3! Please vote and comment and let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy it Yours truly, From_One_to_Another * Ella woke up feeling, not afraid and cold as she knew she should, but safe and warm. Instinctively, she snuggled into the warmth that surrounded her, content, at least until her wits returned. Gasping, she sat straight up, trying to flee from the man that held her captive. It was then that she realized her rough leather cuffs were locked together, and bound to the headboard. 'Damn why does he always have to tie me to something?' she thought. It was then that she discovered she was no longer in the cold, damp basement but in a large, warm bedroom that smelled of cinnamon and pine. While she was looking about and trying to figure out where she was, Ella heard his too sexy bedroom voice. "Good morning, sweetheart," Evan virtually growled, chuckling at the look on her face after realizing her new location. His bedroom. "Yes," he laughed, "I moved you from the playroom this morning while you were asleep. Welcome to my master suite," he said as he motioned his arm around the room. 'Playroom?' she thought. 'Playroom my ass, that was virtually purgatory. "You mean your fucking dungeon?" she asked, unnerved at the thought that anyone would associate her latest experience with something enjoyable. He lifted himself onto an elbow and arched an eyebrow at her as if he were waiting for something. She then realized what it was, rolled her eyes, and ever so sarcastically added "Sir," to her previous question. "I'd advise against that kind of response, little girl. I took you from the basement, or dungeon as you've called it, out of my own kindness. Remember your place pet , because I will enjoy teaching you that lesson far too much. " To make his point, he grabbed her bound wrists and pounced on top of her naked body, effectively pinning her to the massive king sized bed. Making matters worse, his body weight pressed down and threatened to release her already full bladder. The only thing separating his hard, toned body and even harder manhood from her was his black dress shirt and now too tight jeans. "I control you now, I suggest you get used to it and learn to love it." He punctuated each word by grinding is bulging crotch into her mound, making her body visibly shudder and her breath catch. "Am I understood?" Evan asked, his pressing body daring her to speak against him. Instead of replying with her usual sass, she clamped her mouth shut, bit her lip as hard as she could, and turned her face away from his deep stare. 'Pick your battles Ell,' she reminded herself. 'Just learn to deal, it'll be over soon,' she hoped. "Good girl," he affectionately praised, stroking her reddening face lightly. He stood up and walked toward a dark mahogany door across from the large bed which was made from the same wood. "Where are you going?" Ella asked quietly. "Umm, Sir," she added remembering 'her place' as he'd called it. He turned around smiling, however, not arrogantly as she'd imagined. It was more genuine as if he were honestly pleased with her. "I'm going to take a shower," he calmly answered. "Was there something you were wanting?" Evan asked in false ignorance, knowing fully that she needed the bathroom. "Umm well, I need to use the bathroom, Sir," she meekly stated, not daring to look him in the face. "That's nice," he said and turned to leave. 'Just ask him right so you don't piss yourself,' she told herself. 'Then you can rebel all you want.' "Wait!" she said, more strongly than she'd intended. He stopped and without turning to face her asked, "Yes pet?" Ella could hear his smile in the way he spoke, even with his strong back to her. "Well, I-I umh," she began, losing either her thought or her courage in the process. Turning back to face his beautiful, speechless captive, he leaned against the heavy door. "I'm waiting," he said, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows at her. Summoning all of her remaining fortitude she asked, "May I please use the bathroom, Sir?" She was proud that she'd managed it without rolling her eyes. Without providing her an answer he strode toward her. Suddenly, her resolve was gone and she became self-conscious of her lack of clothing and attempted to cover up. "Don't you think that it's a little bit late for that?" he laughed at her sudden show of modesty. As he reached out to her she just scooted as far as she could in her restraints, obviously questioning his intentions given his lack of response. "Come here Ella, I'm not going to hurt you. You were still wanting to use my bathroom weren't you?" Without hesitation she nodded. "Well then come here," he ordered. Reluctantly, she complied and he detached her from his sturdy bed. He left her wrists bound together in from of her and separated her ankle cuffs from the other so she could walk. "Oh, while I'm at it, I'm thinking about removing 'Sir' from my list of titles. So, from now on it's 'Master' only. Or of course there is punishment. Am I understood, pet?" He smiled as he watched her swallow her smart ass remark and reply with a surprisingly controlled, "Yes, Master." Evan helped her to her feet and led her across the large room and through the heavy door. When she stepped inside, he watched her face to gauge her reaction. 'Oh, wow,' she thought. 'I thought that we were rich. What does he even do for a living to afford this?' she wondered. Her face must've portrayed her surprise because she heard him laughing at her again. The floors and counters were made of a dark granite and there was a large claw foot tub to the left of the entrance. The tub itself could probably fit two or three people with ease. Adjacent to it was a large glass shower which could fit three people at the very least with several shower heads and fancy features. Across from all of this was a huge vanity of the expensive granite and- her favorite- the toilet. "He leaned over and told her, "Better hurry, your two minutes starts now." With that she sauntered off to her much needed destination. When she turned around, he was standing there against the doorframe, watching her. "Umm, do you mind, *Master*?" she sarcastically asked. "No, not at all," he smiled to her. "How about you try that again," he said, his voice full of warning. Ella took a deep breath and asked in sweet, feigned innocence, "Please, may I have some privacy Master?" That word. Master. It burned coming off of her tongue. It was one thing for her to say it facetiously, yet an entirely different feeling to say it out of necessity. "No," Evan replied, still smiling, "but you asked that beautifully. You better hurry up now, you've wasted a minute already." He chuckled as she almost protested but bit her lip-and the bullet for that matter. As she relieved herself, with him watching, she felt her face burn into a deep shade of red. Once she had finished she looked up to see him undressing for his shower. Evan already had his shirt off as he walked to the large glass shower and turned it on. While the steam rose she watched as he took of his perfectly fitted dark jeans, exposing his toned thighs and long legs. He wasn't overly muscular but she could tell he worked for it. Clearly caught appreciating the architecture, he used her earlier words against her. "Do you mind?" he mocked and held his hands to his chest in false modesty. 'Why does he have to be so damn charming,' she wondered as she rolled her eyes. "Oh so now you're modest?" she questioned. "No it's just more fun to make fun of you," he said striding over to her. "Would you care to join me?" he asked, with his hand out toward her. Ella was hardly paying attention to his words because of his cock at full attention, bobbing in front of her. "I- umh, well," she stammered, her eyes darting from his manhood to the side and back. "It's a dick, Ella, come on do you want a shower or not?" he said. When she didn't answer he added "I'll take off your cuffs," he persuaded. 'You'll feel better after a shower,' she rationalized with herself. Taking his hand and nodding she replied, "Yes, M-Master," she managed as his hard rod twitched at that word. Master. He smiled at her and produced two slightly small boxes and a set of keys. Evan used the keys to unlock one leather cuff and replace it with a silver one he slid from the box. He repeated this process with her right wrist, then took off both of her ankle cuffs without replacement. That left one box unopened. After a questioning glance from her he replied, "That's for later. Much later, but only if your good," he added with a wink. She stared at Evan with distrust. When he noticed he told her "It's a good surprise. You might actually like it." The silver cuffs were lighter and more comfortable than the rough leather. They were loose enough to not chafe but tight enough that the had very little leeway. "Are you coming or what?" he asked with a smile She shrugged and stared at the ground. Ella had never seen this side of him before. It was weird. But she kind of liked it. There were five shower heads. The main one was detachable and the other four were set into the wall. Ella was beyond impressed at all of the steel fixtures that complimented the beautiful glass and granite the resided in. Evan noticed her impression and smiled arrogantly. Although it was a very nice shower she was more than apprehensive about showering in front of a man, much less with one. She was scared, and he could tell. "Why are you so nervous about a shower?" he asked the slightly trembling girl. "Well it's not the shower... It's umm... you... I mean you seeing me like this," she managed to say, glancing down at her nakedness and blushing. "You have a problem with other people seeing you naked?" he asked her, staring into her beautiful eyes, slightly amused at her modesty. Her face turned pink from his inquiry before she looked away and admitted, "Yes." "Why?" he kept on. "Nobody has ever seen me... like this..." she meekly replied, turning away from him. Evan rolled his eyes at her, "Well now I have so lets go, get in there." With that he gave her bare bottom a light smack to get her moving, to which she looked mortified that he would do such a thing. Stepping into the large, steaming shower, her muscles ached in sweet relief as the hot water soaked deep into her bones. Ella walked into the corner and hid as much as she could from his hard gaze. That is until she felt herself being spun around and her back pressed into the corner. "Stop being so afraid," he told her as he tangled his long fingers into her already wet hair. She could feel his cock pressing against her naked flesh as he stepped closer, effectively closing all remaining distance between them. He lowered his lips to her ear and nipped at her skin as he said, "You are beautiful little one, and you are mine. I like my things to be taken care of understood?" Ella whimpered slightly as she nodded quickly, unable to speak at the new sensations buzzing around her and lighting up her core. His lips trailed lower, leaving kisses along her collar bone. He bit and licked his way down to her small, pert breasts. "Stop please," she asked softly, already panting lightly. "Stop what?" he responded in feigned innocence as she tried to wiggle away. "Touching me," she gasped as the heat of his mouth closed around one of her soft, pink nipples. "I've only hardly begun sweetheart. This is going to be your punishment," he informed her. Her eyes widened in fear of that word. Punishment. Acknowledging her fears, Evan sternly asked, "What was rule number one?" Ella cursed under her breath as the truth behind his answer dawned on her. "Ah, so you do know, you just decided to ignore me?" he questioned before his teeth clamped down on the sensitive nub. Ella yelped and squirmed as she apologized, "I'm-I'm sorry M-Master! Please, ohh please stop!" Evan released her sore bud and began soothing her skin with light strokes of his tongue. Her light moan brought a smile to his lips before he knelt in front of her and began to nibble lower and lower. "This is only the beginning," he warned. 'What is he doing?' she wondered before his tongue dipped into her naval and another whimper escaped her lightly parted lips. Damn she was so beautiful. Panting and confused as he was kneeling in front of her. She was helpless and they both knew it. "What are you doing?" she asked as his experienced tongue stroked lower and lower still. "Punishing you in the best way possible," was all he said before he pushed her legs apart. Struggling against him she shook her head, unsure of what he was going to do and how bad it would hurt. "If you resist me I will make it worse," Evan warned. Slowly, she complied, hanging onto the wall behind her with all she had. Ella had calmed down enough to breath normally until he landed a long, slow stroke of his tongue along her wet slit. Surprised and disgusted she screamed and squirmed. "Stop that! That is disgusting!" she yelled at him. Smiling, Evan replied, "Actually dear, you are quite tasty." To prove his point, his tongue darted out and he tasted her sweet essence yet again, this time drawing a low moan from her lips. "Please, please no more," she whined, more afraid of enjoy his ministrations than anything else. "Alright you leave me no choice," he said before he gracefully stood and swooped her up over his shoulder and walked out of the shower and into his bedroom. Ella squealed in protest but remained powerless. Dropping her on the bed, he attached her wrists to the bed swiftly. Not being able to move, Ella tugged on her wrists and tried to get out of her current situation -wet and naked on her captor's bed- as best she could. Clearly failing, she lay still and waited for his next move. His eyes devoured her and she instantly felt so small in comparison. She wiggled under his intense stare and prayed he would get whatever he was going to do over with. Kneeling on the bed in front of her, her pushed her knees apart. Evan just stared at her glistening pussy while she attempted to close her legs. Ella felt her face burning with humiliation at the lewd display of her body and hoped he wouldn't harm her... again. Slowly, he lowered his face to her hot mound and began kissing the soft flesh that surrounded it. Inching closer and closer, Evan teased her untrained body until she felt she would explode from his teasing. Suddenly his tongue was on her again and he licked his way up her hot slit the way he had before, over and over again. Spurred on by the sweet noises she was making, his tongue slipped into her soft folds as he drank in her unique essence. He played with her slowly and softly for what felt like an eternity until his lips surrounded center of her pleasure. Evan stroked her sensitive button at the top of her sex until she was writhing beneath him with unfulfilled need. Ella felt like she was going to burst. She had never felt something so odd, so good, so strong before in her life. She didn't know what was going to come next. The pressure built inside her and coiled tighter and tighter until she came for the first time. She let out a high pitched scream as he stroked her through her orgasm while her body came unglued beneath him. It went on for so long the deep pleasure turned into pain. When Evan didn't quit the agonizing pleasure with his tongue, she felt her core pulsing again with the need of release. "Please... Sir, n-no more, no more," she breathed between gasps and screams. "Oh yes, one more sweetheart," he said all too sweetly before delving into her depths once again. Hot tears began to flow across her delicate face. She didn't think she could do it again. Evan suckled her clit and pulled it into his mouth as he licked and stroked her soft pink lips until he had her coming for him a third time. Once Ella came down from her high, he got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. As soon as the door shut she fell into an exhausted sleep from the intense pleasure she just experienced. * * * * * * * * As Daniels was riding along, he thought about his life with his best friend. One thing she was known for was her stubbornness and love for adventure. It took a while to convince her to go places they weren't supposed to but when he succeeded, Ella always had so much fun. 'I should have gotten her out riding more often,' he scorned himself. 'What if something really is wrong?' he wondered. 'But what if it's not? I'm sure she's fine... I hope...' A sound of rustling in the bushes nearby drug him from his thoughts. With his pistol aimed and Ariat steadied, he waited until the rustling ceased. Once it ended, Daniel got off of his horse and said, "Show yourself or I shoot!" After a moment, a small rabbit scurried from behind the brush. "Oh, hi there," he said with a laugh as he holstered his gun. Another noise came from the bush and he turned back and shot twice. A deep thud sounded before he was attacked from behind by a large burly man. The man began to fiercely strangle Daniel from behind when in an attempt to startle him with the power associated with that home he announced "Daniel Ashton, please join us to DeLeone Manse." Struggling to free himself from the cruel man's grasp, Daniel gripped his gun and shot him in the side and leapt on top of Ariat and sped off toward home. 'DeLeone Manse, that's where I'll start.' * * * * * * * * A loud knock startles Mayve from her daydream. "Yes?" she said as she opened the door. Before Aaron could say anything Mayve wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh! Aaron! Thank God," she said. "Where's Daniel? He's been gone all day. He even missed our lunch date and it's already six," she rambled to him. "Umm, Mrs. Ashton, Daniel is out searching for Ella. She was taken late last night. He sent me here to protect you from a similar fate. May I come in ma'am?" he spoke quickly. "Yes, yes, of course," Mayve said, ushering him into her new home. "Please tell me what happened," she asked. "Alright," he said and began telling her distressed form every detail to his knowledge. * * * * * * * * "Where are you going?" Laney asked her husband as he pulled his jacket on. "I am going to look for Ella. Don't worry love, I won't be gone long. Say around seven," Mauro explained to his wife as calmly as possible. His emotions were currently out of control and that was dangerous. 'Remember what you've always taught Ella and Daniel, learn to deal. You can sort this out,' he thought in an attempt to soothe his frayed nerves. As he approached the meeting place on foot, a sleek black car was already there waiting for him. As Mauro approached the back window slid down, revealing his debtor. Evan spoke smoothly and calmly as if he were discussing things of leisure and not his new pet's future. "Make this quick Mauro," he warned. "I have a previous situation I need to... *handle*" he told the older man. "I want my daughter back Mr. Edmonds," he said, his voice lacking any hint of courage. "I will have your money as soon as I can, please bring her back. I guarantee you I can get it within the year," Mauro pleaded. "Actually, I think not," the younger man responded. "I am quite fond of the girl now. Also, I do believe you are forgetting interest so there is no possible way you will have it that soon. Once you have all of my money, we will talk again." He began to roll the window up but stopped and added, "Oh, by the way. Tell your ward, Daniel, to back off. You know as well as I that she is my legal property. I can and will take valuable things from him, starting with his precious little bride if his independent search continues." Learning to Deal Ch. 03 With that he brought the window up and the driver sped off without another word. Learning to Deal Ch. 04 Hello readers of the interwebs! I have been quite busy so this installment took a bit longer than expected... No need to worry however, it did get here. Everyone in this story is 18+. It is entirely fictional and exists only in a fictional setting. Please let me know what you think! Votes, comments, and E-mails are much appreciated and I promise to respond:) Without further adieu, Chapter 4! Yours, From_One_to_Another * * * * * * * * The large mahogany door of the dark master suite inched open, allowing light to flood onto the bed. Evan got his first glimpse of the night of his sleepy little captive. Flinching in an attempt to hide from the towering figure that approached her, Ella asked, "H-Hello?" Chuckling slightly and leaning against the doorframe, he replied, "Hello, pet." In only a few long strides, the large man was in front of her. She felt so small beneath him, chained to his bed. Reaching down, Evan lifted her chin with his long, calloused finger until his sadistic smile came into her view. Tilting his head slightly he asked, "Are you ready to continue your punishment little one?" The hungry look in his eyes told her to answer quickly or things would get much worse. She, however, decided against all reason. Defiantly, she stared into his green eyes, darkened with lust, and nodded strongly. Laughing at her false courage he replied, "I see you have had no change of heart. Now tell me, will you be going the easy way- walking obediently beside me- or my way- I drag you out kicking and screaming." Sitting there patiently Evan awaited her response. Ella's answer was to jerk her head away from his touch and glare daggers into the plush mattress. "Okay then. Just remember, this was of your doing." With that he clasped her hands behind her back and unchained her from the headboard. When she took off for the open door, Evan was not surprised in the least. In one swift motion he grabbed her arm and flung her over his broad shoulder. "You honestly didn't think I would make it that easy, did you little one?" He chuckled at her piteous form dangling from his shoulder, still kicking and struggling to free herself. "Ella be still or this could get a lot worse," he warned her. Although Ella could here the seriousness in her new Master's voice, her fighting never ceased and his words only added fuel to her fire. With a disapproving sigh, Evan dropped her on the bed- momentarily knocking the wind out of her. Out of his pocket he pulled something Ella had never seen until now. Before she could question the large rubber ball was stuffed into her mouth and secured quite tightly behind her head. All she could manage were incomprehensible squeaks and sounds. The sounds weren't all that loud until Evan flipped her over and marked her creamy white ass with five large handprints. That drew several more, but much louder noises and one small moan that Ella prayed he didn't hear. Devilishly smiling at her reluctant enjoyment of her circumstances, Evan graced her reaction with five more spanks with his large hand. Tears sparked in the poor captives eyes after the first five smacks but the next five allowed her tears to surface and flow with her whimpers and muffled pleas. Easily scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder once more he began to carry her out of his room. By the time she had calmed down enough to register his shoulder digging into her stomach and she had somewhat calmed her crying, they had reached the basement. Evan opened the door and carried her in before dropping her. She flinched and expected to land on concrete but instead hit the cushion of a couch. It wasn't long until she heard the scraping of metal and the thud of the deadbolt while simultaneously confirming her fears. She was trapped. "Listen up little girl," came his deep voice, snapping her out of her thoughts. "You are going to sit on that bench over there," he told her. Ella shook her head furiously when she saw the bench Evan was referring to. It was waist high and covered in padded leather with straps around the middle and at the base of each leg. "Yes, you are. Best part is I'm not going to have to force you," her Master said. Still shaking her head, Ella's eyes grew wider as she struggled to get up. Evan reached down and stood her effortlessly on her feet. Tears threatened to spill over her long eyelashes as she thought of his words. "Ella go. Now." His deep voice commanded and warned his frightened little captive. "Alright, have it your way. That's one," he simply replied. She cocked her head a bit to the side in curiosity. "Would you like me to keep adding to your punishment?" Evan asked, folding his arms across his strong chest. Ella searched frantically for an escape but there was no where. No where to go but the bench. "That's two, care to go for three?" he asked her trembling form. 'Don't do it, he's only going to hurt you more,' she thought to herself. 'But it will get worse if you don't go soon,' she reminded herself. "Ella," he said, stepping closer to her. "Please don't make this worse. Go," he said all too sympathetically. 'Please?? Monsters don't say please,' she wondered to herself before softly nodding looking away. "Good girl," Evan praised as she walked slowly to the bench. "Wait, on second thought, go to the cross. I seem to remember that I now have two new favors I owe you now." His sly smile unsettled her churning stomach even more. Heading over to the cross, her resolve eventually dissipated. Her tears were staining her soft cheeks, turning pink with an innocent blush. Once she saw the large X he left her on the night before, Ella's movements ceased entirely. "Ella," Evan said, far too kindly. "Ella, I won't leave you again. I promise," he explained. Turning to face her captor she wondered, 'What is he thinking? That I'm going to go willingly? Not today. Not ever.' And with that she backed herself into the corner opposite the wooden contraption. Evan's lips curled into his signature sadistic smile as he raised one eyebrow. Fear coursed through Ella's veins with that one look. That one smile. Oh fuck what was she thinking? "Oh pet, I've tried to be nice but you've left me no choice. I can stand here and do this as long as you'd like. It will only get worse- well for you that is," he added with a deep chuckle. Her eyes widened, yet she still kept her head high and her back straight, despite her nakedness and his dark eyes drinking in every inch of exposed skin. "You, my dear, have earned yourself another surprise," Evan said as his face relaxed into a different kind of smile. An almost... almost honest smile Ella thought. The still smiling Master of the house reached into his pocket and pulled out a small remote with only a few buttons and pressed one of them before sliding it back where it came from. Ella looked around as if expecting something to come out and bite her. When it didn't she tilted her head and stared warily at the man before her. The haughty stance she so easily donned moments before slowly fading, the girl began to wish the floor would open up and devour her before Evan got the chance to. Just then there was a tapping at the door. Four to be exact. Evan raised his eyebrows in amusement and said, "Ah let the fun begin." Winking at his new pet, he turned and unbolted the door. Ella couldn't see much of the figure who delivered the dark briefcase until he stepped through the door. With another woman. He was not quite as tall as Evan but built stronger with broader shoulders. The woman he led on a thin silver leash was much shorter than Ella, and blonde. She had slightly larger breasts and a much fuller ass. Her tanned complexion brought out the icy blue in her eyes and Ella was immediately entranced. "Sadie," the new man began, "go say hello," he said with a wicked grin dancing across his clean-cut features. Slightly bowing, the naked slave approached Ella with her head down. Turning to Evan, Sadie asked meekly, "Master, may I take her gag out? Please?" Looking at Evan, he said, "I don't see why not. Evan, that okay with you?" Smiling broadly, Evan replied, "Sure Dawson, I'm warning you though Sadie she's a feisty one." Chuckling at the comment the two men nodded at the slave girl to continue. Practically leaping with enthusiasm, Sadie said, "Thank you Sir," before turning to Ella. Smiling at her sweetly, Sadie reached up and softly undid the gag and pulled it from her aching jaw. When the shorter girl reached forward to help soothe the girl's sore mouth, Ella jerked her head away and stared warily at the other woman. She seemed no older than herself and that startled Ella, along with the woman's obedience. Asserting herself more than expected, Sadie stepped forward and kissed Ella smoothly on the lips, letting her tongue dance across her sore lips. When Sadie's silver nipple rings brushed across Ella's stomach, she could feel her own pink buds tightening. That was enough to snap her out of her sensual reverie. The taller girl reared back and struck the poor blonde in the face. Half expecting Sadie to cower back to her Master, Ella stood tall in triumph. That is until she stared back at her, smiling, with a red mark on her cheek and a bit of blood on her tongue. 'Why is she smiling?' The thought barely came to her before the blonde leapt forward and secured her hands in her own. Clipping the wrist cuffs behind Ella on the wall, effectively immobilizing them in the corner, Sadie bent down and took the taller girl's soft nipple into her hot mouth. Wiggling to get free, Ella felt the girl's tongue dancing across her sensitive skin, causing a deep moan to escape her lips. "Don't fight it, I only want to make you feel good," Sadie said softly, looking up through her long eyelashes. In a whisper she added, "Play along and you'll get on their good side, and mine. Trust me." With that she dropped to her knees and lapped at Ella's soft cunt, making her squeak in surprise. Finding her voice, she finally said, "No! Stop that you're not supposed to do that!" Squirming in place, Ella could do nothing to stop the sweet torment Sadie's soft tongue was providing. Her tongue skillfully played with Ella's pussy, teasing and tempting the more innocent woman. Coming closer and closer to the sweet bliss she recently discovered follows such actions, Sadie used her right hand to stroke her new friend's soft outer lips. Slowly poking her finger through Ella's tight entrance, Sadie stopped all of her ministrations and stood. She hurriedly walked toward Evan and knelt down into her submissive pose she stuttered out, "Forgive me Sir, I did not know she was a virgin. I- I promise I would not have touched her i-if I had known." Looking slightly more than confused Evan chuckled, "She's not a virgin. She can't be." He looked over at his bound little captive still standing in the corner, her face burning crimson. Striding over to her he gingerly slid his finger into her hot, wet channel, causing her to softly mewl at the sensation before understanding flashed across his face. "You are," was all he said before taking her arm and hooking her ankle bindings to the wall behind her. Evan's wicked smile returned and he turned to his guests. "Come Dawson, we have much to discuss." The men left and Sadie scurried along behind them before the door shut, locked, and left Ella alone with her thoughts. * * * * * * * * "How could you not know Evan?" his best friend asked as they entered Evan's private study. "I don't know, I got her yesterday. I was going easy on her, she's my first to officially own. The old man that owes me money promised his entire livestock and staff about four years ago if he couldn't pay his debts." He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration while pouring them both a drink. Speaking about his beautiful Ella as if she were a possession was making his heart ache, but he knew his friend's opinions and needed advice. Fast. "I told him it was not enough," Evan continued. "I said it was his daughter I wanted. I guess I assumed she was not all that innocent seeing as she practically lived across the hall from another man. I didn't bother to check. I was going to fuck her after her punishment just to add to it, but I had not gotten to it yet." Drinking most of the amber liquid in a single gulp, Evan sat the glass on his large mahogany desk. "How could I not know?" "You're new to this kid, I get it. These things are important. You're sure you will be keeping her? Without a shadow of a doubt?" Dawson inquired. "Yea, pretty sure. There's no way Mauro can pay me back, even with the standard six month collection period. And even if he did, the contract states I get a three month ownership period of her for not paying on time. Plus he has no possible way of getting out of that contract without full payment or the court's involvement. Legally, she's mine," he said as he sat down in his tall leather chair. "If you are sure you are going to keep her," Dawson began, "make it final, get her trained. It only takes three weeks for her to develop habits, centered around you no less. Revolve her life around you. She will learn to love your every whim soon enough. Isn't that right pet?" he asked Sadie, kneeling calmly at his feet. "Yes Master," she said with a smile and sweet giggle as she leaned in to her Master's touch. "She seems worth it," Evan's guest added. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the kitchens to get some ice for Sadie's lips. She'll need them in good shape later. Come along girl." Dawson left the room with Sadie in tow, leaving Evan alone with his thoughts. * * * * * * * * "Good morning Mrs. Ashton," Aaron said rather cheerily. "Morning," Mayve said quietly. She had come out of her bedroom to find her new 'guard' making breakfast and decided now was as good of a time as any to wake up and face the day ahead. "I've made breakfast ma'am I hope you don't mind," he stated, filling her a plate with eggs and bacon and toast. "If you don't like this I can make something else," Aaron told her. "No, no this is fine," she said groggily. "And Aaron," she added. "Yes, Mrs. Ashton?" he said, his bright eyes staring into her own. "Please stop calling me that," Mayve chuckled. "Oh, yes ma'am I'm sorry," Aaron stuttered. "Please just call me Mayve," she said as she took a bite of breakfast. "And this is really good, where did you learn to cook like this?" Mayve inquired. "My mother was a cook for Master Naughton's household several years before her passing. She taught me everything I know," he said with a sad smile. "I'm so sorry I didn't know," she said as she looked down at the plate of food in front of her. "It's fine. Enough about my sorry life! What do you have planned for today?" Aaron said with a boyish smile. Smiling back at him Mayve said, "Well none so far, why?" "We are going to stay inside, so whatever you wish to do inside I will be the best of help I can." Mayve giggled, "Alright then! First we're going to eat. Then I believe some cleaning is in order." * * * * * * * * "Is this my fault ma'am?" Alyss asked Laney as she sat alone for dinner. "Oh Alyss, no dear not at all," the kind, older woman consoled. "It's just, I went to my quarters before Miss Harper and I was supposed to stay. She wished for alone time. I was not sure what to do," she said as another tear fell on her apron, dirtied from the day's activities. Sighing gently at the distraught girl's apparent sadness over the ordeal Laney laid her hand on her shoulder. "You did as you were told sweetheart. You did nothing wrong. Now, retire early. You need a good night's rest," she said with a weak smile. The younger woman looked at her employer, "But ma'am, I must finish my responsibilities first." "Donna will finish up, now go," Laney sent her off with a warm hug- far more affection than she has shown any of the staff her entire life at the residence. "Yes ma'am," Alyss said softly. * * * * * * * * Alyss walked through the halls one final time before bed, paranoid of the dangers that could be lurking in the shadows. Suddenly, the door to the staff entrance opened and a dark figure entered. "Hello?" she managed to say through trembling lips. "Aaron? Donna? Mr. Ashton?" "Shhh," the deep voice said. She knew that voice. She'd heard it many times in the dark after cleaning Mr. and Mrs. Harper's room while Mrs. Harper was away. She'd heard it in the staff hallways in early mornings when she was alone. She'd heard that voice promising not to harm her as he took the entirety of her innocence. She knew that figure. "Mr. Harper?" Alyss timidly questioned, backing away slightly. "Wh-What are you doing at the staff entrance Sir? Mrs. Harper has been waiting for you and-and," her voice trailed off as he drew closer to her. "Shhh," he said again. "You're not going to tell Mrs. Harper though, are you dear?" Mauro persuaded. "N-No Sir, I will not," she whimpered as he kept stepping closer and closer to her much smaller form. "There's a good girl. You remember what happened last time you were not a good girl, don't you?" he questioned while simultaneously backing her against the wall. "Yes Sir, I'll not let you down," Alyss promised, lowering her head from his intense gaze. "Good, because this time I will not be going so easy on you," Mauro told her as his large hands gripped her ass and pushed her against the wall. She was so much smaller than him, feeling almost child like in comparison. Instinctively, Alyss let out a whimper before quickly replying, "Yes Master, I promise I will be good." She dared a glance up at him and saw the fierce hunger that darkened his gaze significantly. Kissing her hard, he backed away and said, "There's my good girl." With a wink, he was gone, along with her breath and yet another piece of her heart. * * * * * * * * Learning to Deepthroat I have used craigslist to find guys that I can suck off. I think I have sucked cock for about 30 guys. I state in my ad that I want to swallow their load. Most shoot their cum into my mouth while I suck them. I swallow their cum and keep sucking their hard cock. Sometimes a guy will pull his cock out of my mouth and shoot his load on my face. Then he uses his cock to push his warm cum into my mouth. Most guys are a little shy. There is usually a little small talk and he asks me where I want him to sit. But one guy was more dominant and he took control of the situation. I opened the door for him and he moved into my house quickly. He was in his 40s and a very handsome latino guy. Before I closed the door, he was already undoing his pants and his cock was out. There was a sexy guy in my house with his cock in his hands and we had not spoken a word. He walked to me and put his hand on my shoulder. As he pushed me down on my knees, he slipped out of his pants. This was happening so fast and it made me so excited. I noticed he was uncut and I thought I could tease him for a while by licking and sucking his foreskin. Instead, he planted his big balls on my face and made me lick and suck them. He tasted so good. I wanted to suck his balls all day. He pulled back and started to slap my face with his cock. His cock was so big and hard now. I think he was 8" long. He put his cock to my lips and slid his cock into my mouth. He said, "suck" and and I sucked making my wet mouth tight around his cock. I could hear him breathe deeper as he put his hands around my head. He started to fuck my mouth slowly. I thought I was going to use my skills to give him a fantastic blowjob but instead he was going to use my mouth the way he wanted. I just needed to keep up with him. He pulled his cock out of my mouth again. He rubbed his cockhead on my wet lips. I licked his cockhead and his foreskin. Then he slid his hard cock between my lips. This time he did not fuck my mouth. He pushed his cock deep in my mouth and held it there. He pulled back a little and went deep again. His cock was so far in my mouth now. "Take a breath," he said. I took a breath and he held my head tightly and slid his long cock deeper. I felt him in the back of my throat for a moment. Then he went further. His cock was going into my throat. I've never done this before. I was worried I would gag but he went so slowly. It was really an amazing sensation to have his cock in my throat. He was teaching me to deep throat and we had not exchanged words. He pulled back and again told me to take a breath. I took a deep breath and felt his cock go deep in my throat again. He slid his cock in and out of my throat. My throat gripped his cock without my intention. I was amazed by this. He knew how to use my body in a way I didn't know about. Again he pulled back a little. His hard was resting on my tongue. Now I knew what to do. He waited a moment while I took a deep breath. Then he slide his cock deep in my throat. He used my throat for his pleasure and I couldn't keep my throat muscles from squeezing his delicious cock. It was a secret that he knew so well and I was just learning. I was really enjoying the new sensation of having a cock in my throat and understanding the pleasure he was feeling. He pulled back and kept his cockhead between my lips. He let out a single load moan. I know my neighbors heard him. He started shooting cum into my mouth. His cum was so hot I couldn't believe it. He kept his cock in my mouth to make sure I swallowed his cum. The taste of his cum was so strong. I loved how it was so warm but it was so hard to swallow. My mouth remained coated with his cum for hours and the taste lingered forever. He held his cock in front of my lips and stroked. He squeezed his cock and produced a pearl of cum for me. I leaned down and sucked his cum into my mouth and licked his peehole. I was ready to have him use my throat again. He came to me for 4 months and I began to love the strong taste of his cum. I think I am really good at deep throat now.