His to Save (Mastering Melody Book 3) Page 6

  Tears streaked down my cheeks as I cried soundlessly, closing my eyes for a brief second only to jerk them open at his rough grasp of my chin. “You will look at me until I tell you otherwise, understood?”

  At my nod, I forced myself to listen and not react so I didn’t miss anything as he continued. “From this moment forward I expect full obedience. You are not my equal, just as you were not Rohan’s equivalent. Although you will give birth to my children, you will never have rights over them, nor did you have any over Tiaan. You will care for and love our children as their mother, but anything beyond that is my decision, and what becomes of them when they reach adulthood is no concern of yours.

  “Until you no longer speak out of turn or say things you shouldn’t, you will remain gagged except at meal times. If you use that time to run your mouth, you will not eat again until the next meal. To minimize the chances of that, you will prepare your meals after the others are done eating and eat yours alone unless otherwise instructed. The only appropriate answers are, ‘Yes Master’ and ‘No Master’ and if you don’t understand something, you are allowed to say, ‘Please clarify, Master.’

  “The other slaves have been informed of your punishment and were instructed not to speak to you outside of my requests. When you aren’t performing your chores, you’re to get a book and spend time in your bedroom alone. You will play with, and feed Demarco under my supervision and Layla will take over his care at all other times, along with at night since you will be in my room thanks to your inability to follow directions and not roam the house.”

  He pointed toward the corner where there was a small pallet and a tiny pillow. “You will sleep there starting tonight. I have no doubt you will be begging for pregnancy to relieve you of your place there because I am not a monster who would make a pregnant woman sleep on the floor. And now,” he said with a step back as he raised the belt to show me. “It is time for your punishment. I will not break your skin, but I will wallop you enough you will be reminded every time for a while when you move of how much you've displeased me and hopefully you will not repeat that mistake again.”

  As he walked around me, I did my best not to tense up, my tears and drool from my mouth dripping to the floor from everything he said and all the emotions his speech evoked. He didn’t have to beat me because he would use other tactics instead — humiliation in front of the other slaves and marginalization of my role as a mother. Out of everything he said, the idea of only letting me spend time with Demarco under his supervision hurt the most.

  And when the first slap of the belt hit right in the middle of my back, I couldn’t withhold the muffled howl behind the gag and the jerk of my body. The next hit way lower, along the underside of my bare ass cheeks, and this time, my body danced in response to the sting.

  Every strike landed in a different spot, each earning a reaction from me in the way of a cry or my body trying to get away from it. After twenty times I lost count, my eyes slamming shut and my back throbbing from the treatment it received.

  Grateful the moment he stopped, I fell into his warm hold when he released my wrists from the cuffs and didn’t move when he placed me on the bed on my stomach.

  He cleaned me up and took care of me, and when I couldn’t manage to keep my eyes open any longer, he removed the gag and told me to rest.

  I didn’t dare say anything other than, “Yes Master,” and do as he said.

  Being unable to speak was awful.

  When Marius let me spend time with Demarco later that evening, he touched the gag and prattled in his baby nonsense, and I hated how my own actions had denied him the chance to hear his mother’s voice.

  He smacked his lips together and cuddled up to my chest, his mouth finding my nipple the moment I undid my wrap, and I held him close to me while he ate. We sat on the bed while Marius sat across the room in a chair facing a window and other than spending a few moments with Demarco when he arrived, he had ignored us since.

  I tried not to want him to come closer and sit with us, and even with the stinging reminder of my punishment this morning on my back, I couldn’t stop wishing for a more normal life.

  What I hated most of all was how I hadn’t had sex since a month before Demarco’s birth and the desire for Marius to fuck me grew every day. Even knowing I chanced getting pregnant every time he stuck his cock in me, I didn’t care any longer.

  I wanted him to give me pleasure because there truly was so little of it in this life. And even if the pleasure came with some pain, it didn’t matter at this point. I just wanted him to touch me and make me feel less lonely, even if only for a few moments.

  Demarco fell asleep while eating, and at thirty minutes on the dot, Layla returned to take him from the room. She kept her eyes lowered the same as earlier but showed how much she cared by taking my hand and giving it a squeeze before leaving the room as quietly as she had arrived. I wondered how much she knew about what happened; she seemed aware of everything that went on in this house.

  Marius didn’t move from his seat or give me any instructions, and for a while, I sat on the bed waiting for him to say something.

  He hadn’t told me I had to stay on the bed, so eventually, I slid off it and took a few hesitant steps in his direction before deciding I should approach him as a slave would. He might be less likely to get upset with me that way.

  Dropping to my knees, I made sure to look at the floor while crawling toward him on all fours, and once my body was positioned in front of his chair, I leaned forward until my head touched the floor.

  Remaining in that position took its toll on me, but I didn’t dare attempt to leave after offering myself this way, and soon he rewarded me for my effort with a soft command. “Get up on your knees.”

  I did, keeping my hands behind my back, and my gaze lowered to the floor.

  My whole body quivered at the sound of him unbuckling the belt used to punish me earlier, and when his hands moved to remove the gag a minute later, there was no question in my mind about what he desired from me.

  The instant he took it off, his hand moved to the back of my head, and he drew me toward his lap. Pushing my head down, he held his cock with his other hand and pushed the head past my lips with a low groan.

  He smelled like musk and a little bit of whatever scent he wore, and I released a small moan of my own while taking him deeper.

  Then both his hands were in my hair, grasping it tight and holding it in place, pushing down occasionally to briefly shove his dick further down my throat before letting up.

  I ached to slip my hand between my legs and pleasure myself too because I loved his groans of appreciation and wanted him to make those sounds while sinking his cock into my pussy. But if he wouldn’t, an orgasm by my own hand would have to do as it had these past months.

  Amazing, how this was the first time since my arrival where he put his cock in my mouth, and it didn’t take long for my mouth to hurt from the way his sizes stretched it out.

  “Use your hands,” he demanded roughly, his hands gripping my hair even tighter and pushing down on my head a little enough to make it hurt a bit more. “Demonstrate how sorry you are for misbehaving.”

  He must have read my thoughts, and I wanted to grumble at being denied the ability to touch myself. Lifting my hands to his lap, I slid them along his legs and inside his loosened pants, one of my hands grabbing his cock near the based, and the other massaging his balls in the way any man I’ve ever been with liked.

  I swirled my tongue around him the best I could, alternating between that and sucking and stroking him until he gripped my hair so tight I thought he would pull out my hair. Just when he plunged deep into my throat, and I thought he was going to come, he pulled me off him.

  He didn’t let go of my hair as he stood up, dragging me to my feet, and bent me over the arm over the chair he left seconds ago.

  When I felt him lift my wrap to spread my cheeks and wet the area, I bit my lip to keep from begging him not to fuck me in my ass because
it would hurt and I didn’t like it. But the idea of being gagged even longer because I couldn’t do as a slave should do kept me from opening my mouth.

  I held onto the other arm of the chair, my hands digging into the wood as he pushed his tip against me, his nails digging into my hips as he moved slowly to avoid hurting me. I found the gentle invasion even worse than the way Frans had taken me in the shower that day and when my body finally gave way to the pressure, a rough sob broke free.

  One of his hands left my hip and slid around the front of my body between my legs, his thumb teasing my clit while he slipped two fingers inside my pussy. Close as I was to orgasming, all it took was for him to pinch my clit to send me over the edge.

  He had used it as a distraction because the moment I began coming, his hand returned to gripping my hip and sank his cock all the way in. My orgasm didn’t detract from the pain however, and I gasped at each thrust inside me, tears streaming down my cheeks as he kept up a punishing pace.

  All the sudden he pulled out and said, “On your knees.”

  I stood up and turned around, lowering myself into position, which wasn’t easy to do considering how much my back hurt, and now my ass had joined in.

  “Look at me.” When I raised my eyes to his face, his pleasure with me, and his desire for me was all I could see. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

  I did at he said, my gaze never leaving his face while he stroked his cock, eventually shooting his release at my mouth with a groan as his eyes slammed shut.

  When I lifted my hand to wipe him from where I hadn’t managed to catch him in my mouth, he gave a harsh laugh. “Leave it.”

  Minutes later, he made me stand up and replaced the gag before placing me in the corner to sleep on the floor like a dog, his dried cum remaining on my face to remind me of exactly who my owner was.

  I shivered the whole night even with the supplied blanket and swore I would do whatever it took to end this misery I had brought on myself.

  11

  My punishment with the gag lasted a whole month even though I behaved as the perfect slave should.

  Marius kept to his word. I never received the chance to speak outside of meals and because of breastfeeding my son, I didn’t dare mess up being able to eat. My milk wouldn’t nourish him properly if I didn’t take care of myself.

  Of course, he ate table food now, so his feedings were a bit less, but he wasn’t anywhere near ready to wean.

  Outside of feedings, he did supervise my visits with Demarco at the beginning. However, after the first week, he let Layla take over, which meant we spent more time together. I didn’t understand why he felt the need to have someone watch me with my son and even if I could question it, by two weeks in I had honestly learned my lesson about giving voice to whatever thought popped into my head.

  Although the women weren’t allowed to talk to me, they did show their support by helping with Demarco and giving me brief shows of affection when they were nearby during chore time.

  Otherwise, I spent my days in my room reading as well as crying, although that lessened as the weeks passed. All that time alone also meant I slept more and being well-rested improved my mood a bit, too, even though I hated how useless I continued to feel.

  Marius kept me in his room at night, sleeping on that damn pallet in the corner after he had his way with me, which had involved nothing more than blowjobs and anal sex the entire time. I understood he made it as enjoyable as he could so he wouldn’t hurt me while still making it a penalty for my behavior, but I still cried every time because it never stopped hurting completely.

  I recognized he didn’t fuck me vaginally to teach me a lesson, as well prevent getting me pregnant so my punishment of sleeping in the corner wasn’t interrupted or cut short.

  He was a man who wouldn’t put up with my shit any longer, and I began to fear him as was only appropriate. And that had been what I missed seeing in the ladies upon my arrival — they might love him, but they feared him too, on pure instinct and having grown up in the world which instilled that fear deep inside their hearts.

  I ignored the warnings and the lessons; not only at the first man’s house but at Rohan’s too. I convinced myself it wouldn’t last forever, and even when brought here, believed I would eventually be freed when they saw the error of their ways.

  The lies I fed my head and heart were no longer found in either since this was their world and their ways, and in the eyes of the ‘real’ world where I had willing gotten into that vehicle, I no longer existed. Declared dead with nobody to care about what happened to me.

  Not only had I learned my place, but I embraced my role as his slave just as he wanted.

  When I kneeled before him on that final night as he removed the gag, that’s when I realized he had waited to end his chosen course of discipline when it was clear I’d been broken down completely.

  I open and closed my mouth as he had instructed me to do upon every removal of the gag, and even though my mouth and jaw ached a little every time, there hadn’t been any problems otherwise. His cock stretching my mouth hadn’t exactly helped either since that was much larger to accommodate on a daily basis, even for twenty minutes.

  My gaze stayed locked on the ground while he walked around the room. I heard him disrobe and kept my head bowed when he stopped in front of me, asking, “Are you in pain?”

  “No, Master.” It was strange to hear myself speak after a month, yet I had no trouble doing so.

  “Is there anything you wish to say to me?”

  He tested me with that question, and there wasn’t any way I would fall for his tricks. “No, Master.”

  “Have you learned your lesson?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Did you find the punishment too harsh for your actions?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Good girl.” His hand appeared in front of my face, palm up. “Rise.”

  Taking his hand, he led the way over to the bed once I was on my feet, and made me stand at the end of it. I waited for his next command with my eyes on the ground and hands behind my back.

  He pushed the wrap off my shoulders, and it fell into a pool at the bottom of my feet as he said, “Get on the bed, keeping your ass on the edge, and put your arms above your head.”

  Once my hands were bound and useless, his own roamed freely. Not even before my punishment had he spent time exploring my body this way.

  Parting my legs, he stepped between them, hovering above my body as he cupped my breasts, circling my nipples with his thumbs and occasionally flicking over them. Then his tongue replaced his hands, which floated down my form, one slipping between my thighs while the other lifted my right leg in the air.

  I cried out as he inserted two fingers inside me and curled them to stroke my g-spot. It had been so long since he touched me and my body came alive beneath his hands.

  Even if there was no affection between us, and I wasn’t anything more than his slave, our connection through sex was something I never wanted to go without again.

  My pussy clenched around his fingers as I came within minutes, and he made me watch while he licked my wetness off his fingers after pulling them free.

  Then he lifted my other leg and lined his cock up to my entrance, slamming himself into my body and finally giving me what I craved for nearly a year now. There wasn’t any pain as he fucked me hard and fast, yet managed to wrench screams from my throat with the savage intensity of his thrusts and his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of my legs.

  When he finished, releasing himself deep into my body where I knew he hoped another baby would soon grow, it didn’t take long before he was ready to go again.

  And for the first time since my arrival, I hoped for the night to last longer.

  The next morning, my routine went back to normal.

  I walked into the kitchen, sore and with a smile on my gag free face, and the ladies all picked up as if they hadn’t gone a month without speaking to me.


  Upon spotting me from where he sat perched on Layla’s hip, Demarco’s little arms opened wide and reached out for me as he squealed, “Mama!”

  He wrapped them around my neck when I gathered him in my arms and nuzzled into my chest, putting his thumb in his mouth to suck on it. When I went to place him in his highchair, he cried and refused to let go, at which point the women laughed and assured me they didn’t need any help with preparing breakfast this morning.

  I appreciated their thoughtfulness and was glad to finally have unlimited time with my son, enjoying the sweet, happy sounds as I held him.

  And as the women finished cooking, I focused on each of them for a moment before I raised my voice a bit to say, “Thank you.”

  Layla waved a hand in the air as she put the scrambled eggs into a bowl. “No problem. He’s such a sweetie and easy to please.”

  “Think the next one will be the same?” The speed at which all of their eyes landed on me almost made me laugh as if I announced another pregnancy instead of referring to the potential of one, and clarified, “I’m not pregnant yet, just wondering if all the babies will be this easy.”

  “Maybe.” Lira shrugged as she grabbed the rolls from the counter and smiled in remembrance. “My siblings and I weren’t anything alike at all, so you never know. Everyone is different, but it would be easier if a baby were happy more than crying all the time.”

  Mira joined in with a sweet laugh. “Agreed! I don’t like when babies cry, it makes me sad too.”

  With that, they brought the food to the table, and we enjoyed breakfast together like the family we had become should.

  It would have to be enough to last me a lifetime.