Six Masters Island - De Lucia's Slaves (13 page)

Fallon was getting more comfortable with the openness of being outside, and she looked towards the water at the sunset mauves and oranges coloring the sky.
 
She had not realized she had leaned against Preston’s leg for grounding, until she felt his hand stroke her head.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Master Preston,” Fallon replied, and when she tried to straighten, he held her against his leg.

“Take your time getting used to being out from under all that rock, Fallon.
 
It will still seem overwhelming.”

“Yes, Master Preston.”
 
Fallon thought the new Master was being very considerate of her fears.
 
Preston just did not want her shutting down over the changes and prolonging his chance to work with her.

After dinner drinks were finished, he brought her back to the small bedroom.
 
Instead of stopping her, he led her through a connecting door to a large suite decorated in dark colors, but still opening up to the ocean.
 
“Take off the shift and climb into bed.”

Fallon did as he asked, but she trembled under the covers.
 
She wished for Dawson, because it seemed too strange to be with another man, even if he had been nice to her.
 
Preston knew that Dawson had not shared her when the De Lucia’s decided not to trade.
 
He pulled the trembling girl against him, and she felt his hands begin exploring in the darkness.

Hands cupped her breasts and massaged them, brushing over her nipples until they tightened, and she felt her pussy moisten.
 
His cock was pushed against her bottom, and she felt it lengthen and become hard against her cheeks.
 
He nudged a leg between hers to separate her thighs, and Fallon felt a long finger begin to stroke her crevice.

Her arousal heightened as he continued to manipulate her clit and her nipple, until she had the urge to clench and squirm.
 
“You will not cum until I give you permission, Fallon.”

She was embarrassed that he knew she was trying to control herself.
 
“Yes, Master Preston.”

The finger began to rub quickly over her clit, and she felt herself on the brink of erupting.
 
She tried to shift away so she would not disobey him.
 
He pushed his shaft between her thighs, and she went crazy with the thought of him plunging into her and allowing her release.
 
Instead, he rubbed through her cream, enticing her further.

His hand left her breast, and her arousal faltered when she felt him spread her bottom.
 
Even as the finger pinched and fluttered her button, she clenched her bottom tightly against his fingers.
 
One wet digit traced over her puckered star and she whimpered, trying to press into the hand on her pussy.

“Be still and relax, Fallon.”

She was programmed to immediately follow his order, and she stilled as best she could, and spasmodically relaxed against him.
 
“Yes, Master.”
 
Her reply was almost a whimper.

His finger entered to the first knuckle, and Fallon felt a different kind of erotic sensation.
 
As she forced herself to relax, it was not too painful, and the combination with his manipulations of her clit had her panting again.
 
Soon, it was the thick, slick head of his crown pushing into her, and when it popped in passed the ridge, she gasped.

Preston continued to work her pussy, but he did not push any further until he was certain his fingers had distracted her again.
 
He longed for her pain, but he wanted her to willingly learn to submit rather than subject herself to his desire due to fear.
 
He had other slaves for that, and what he desired from Fallon was a willing companion, such as Chayton had found with Alyssa.

Inch by inch, he moved inside her until Fallon realized he was completely entombed and her muscles clenched with a pain that was an erotic addition to the hand demanding her passion.
 
Soon, she was rocking into his hand, and causing the rod to plunge in and out the depths of her bottom.
 
She was so close… he had to let her soon.

“You may cum, slave.”

Fallon pushed forward and squeezed, and then rocked back hard against him as her bottom gripped tightly and her channel spasmed.
 
She gasped and at some point her hands had grabbed the arm crossing over her belly, disappearing between her legs.
 
Preston rammed deep into her bowels as he erupted, and the two lay shuddering for long moments.

Just before she drifted to sleep, Fallon murmured, “Thank you, Master,” still gripping his arm.

In the morning, she awoke alone.
 
She was afraid to move, because he had not told her she could leave the bed.
 
A girl peeked in through the doorway to the adjoining room and smiled.
 
“Good, you’re awake.
 
The Master said to let you sleep as long as you needed to, because you had a long trip to get here.”

Fallon noticed the girl did not approach her.
 
“Come, he wants me to help you wash.
 
He says it’s what you were used to before.”
 
She looked down shyly.
 
“I’m not allowed in the Master’s chambers.”

Fallon climbed out of bed and walked into the other room where the girl had a bath filled for her.
 
“I’m Sonya, and I usually work in the kitchen and clean, so it’s going to be nice taking care of you for a while.”

“Taking care of me?”
 
Fallon felt the small hands begin to suds her hair.

“Yes.
 
Master Preston usually scares me when he calls for me, but he asked me if I would wash you and make sure you got breakfast.
 
I’m supposed to find him while you’re eating, to let him know you’re up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.
 
I’m Fallon.”

“Yes, I know.
 
Everyone knows.
 
We’re so excited.”

Fallon looked up with alarm.
 
“You’re excited?
 
Because I’m here?”

“Of course.”
 
The girl looked confused.
 
“Never mind, I don’t think I’m supposed to say anything.”
 
A panic filled her eyes.
 
“Please don’t tell the Master.”

“I can’t tell him.
 
I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
 
Fallon wanted to press her, but it was obvious she was terrified that she had already said too much.
 
Sonya reminded her two more times while she dried and brushed her hair and helped her into the shift.
 
It still felt funny to be wearing clothes again.

Sonya led her to the kitchen, and Fallon caught sight of some scantily clad men and women peeking at her from around walls and doors.
 
“I didn’t notice all these people yesterday.”

“Anyone not needed in the kitchen was told to stay in their rooms.”

Fallon walked into a completely modern kitchen, and a woman turned and smiled at her.
 
“Welcome to Six Masters Island, Fallon.
 
I’m Tia.
 
Master Preston says to have you eat in here until you’re more comfortable with the distances outside.
 
It must have been strange, living in a mountain.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The woman laughed.
 
“I’m not a Mistress, Fallon.
 
I’m a slave, so Tia will be fine.
 
Now, I want you to write any foods you’re allergic to on that sheet… or things you don’t like.
 
I try to work around things, if I can.”

“I’m not allergic to anything, and we had a large family so I’m not picky.
 
It was pretty much a fight for whatever bowl was closest to you.”
 
Fallon found herself relaxing around the two women, and it felt strange to be in surroundings that resembled the time before.

She was almost finished with her meal, which for the first time in almost a year was something other than gruel, when Preston walked into the kitchen.
 
“You slept well?”

Fallon blushed.
 
“Yes, Master Preston.
 
I’m sorry I didn’t hear you get up.”

“I had to finish my business with Dawson, and see them to the plane.
 
There was no sense in making you go through another exhausting day.”
 
He turned to Sonya.
 
“Bring us some tea by the gazebo in an hour.”

“Yes, Master Preston.”

“Come, I’m going to take you down to that beach that makes you so nervous.”

Fallon rose and followed him out the open glass door.
 
“Is the weather always like this, Master Preston?”
 
It felt good to feel the warm ocean breeze instead of the dank chilled air of the mountain.

“It’s slightly cooler in winter, but rarely drops below seventy, even at night.
 
It’s one of the things that brought us to the island.”

Preston led her out onto powdery white sand that was cool on her feet.
 
He walked her down to the warm water and she looked out on the blue waves in amazement.
 
“You look like you’ve never seen a beach before.”

“I haven’t,” she admitted.
 
“We had some small lakes at home, but you could see across to the houses on the other side.
 
This is so… so big.”

“And isolated; another reason we chose it.”

They walked down the sand, and Fallon noticed people peeking from behind trees at them.
 
“How many, um, I’ve seen a lot of…”

“I currently have seven house slaves, and six in the stables.
 
When I need extra help, either Camille lends me someone or I get someone from the hub.
 
I’ll show you that another day.
 
For now, I think the house and beach are enough.”

“Yes, Master Preston.”
 
She followed him up to an open gazebo, already supplied with a sweating pitcher of iced tea and two glasses.
 
While she sipped, she looked over at him.
 
“You don’t treat me like Master Dawson, so I’m not sure if I’m behaving correctly.”

“You’re behaving just fine, Fallon.
 
Just obey as you’ve been trained.”

“Yes, Master.”
 
It still felt surreal.
 
She was wearing clothes, looking out on the beach, and drinking iced tea.
 
Just the fact that she was sitting on a bench, felt odd.

“I will have demands of you, and you will not refuse me.
 
You are not one of the house slaves, however.”

“I’m not sure I understand the difference, Master Preston.”

“Sonya is a house slave.
 
She does chores and keeps my male slaves sexually satisfied.
 
You will only do chores I order you to do, and you will only sexually serve me and the people I directly order you to satisfy.”

“Oh… yes, Master Preston.”
 
Fallon felt like she was certainly getting the better end of that deal.

“I am like Dawson, in that I find painful submission stimulating.
 
I am like Sienna, because I enjoy whips.”
 
He watched her predictable shudder.

“Yes, Master Preston,” she murmured.
 
Fallon knew it had to be too good to be true.

He held her chin and looked into her green gaze.
 
“But I want to train you, to teach you to find the arousal in this.”

“I’m not sure I can, Master.”
 
Fallon tried to keep from crying.

“Ah… but I’m a Master, Fallon.
 
I can teach you.
 
Last night you were scared, and you moved beyond the pain.”

Fallon turned scarlet, remembering her explosive climax.
 
“Yes, Master.”
 
Her bottom inadvertently squirmed on the bench, and she was alarmed to find herself getting wet.

Preston chuckled.
 
“You’re getting aroused remembering, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master Preston,” she admitted, uncomfortably.

“It can be the same with the whip, Fallon.”

She looked disbelieving.
 
“I will do what you want, regardless, Master.”

“What I want is for you to learn to enjoy my desires.”

Preston walked her back to the house, and they had a light lunch by the pool.
 
It must have been some kind of sign, because slaves crawled out of the woodwork for excuses to meet her.
 
“They seem so comfortable.”

“They know what I expect.
 
Slaves need predictability.
 
Remember how scared you were when you were first separated from Dawson.”

Fallon nodded.
 
Preston showed her through rooms until they got to a door in the kitchen.
 
“That leads to the dungeons.”

“Is that where you’re going to whip me, Master?”

“Come,” he led her towards the bedroom.

“Did I say something wrong, Master Preston?”

“No.
 
I’ve decided to whip you, to get it off of your mind.
 
In the bedroom, this time.”

“It’s not really on my mind, Master.”
 
Fallon scrambled for a way out of it.

“You will obey me.”

“Yes, Master.”
 
Fallon almost had to run to keep up with him.

He ordered her out of the shift, and pulled her towards the bed.
 
Preston decided her back would do for a start, and lifted her arms and secured her wrists so that she was on her toes.
 
His hand trailed down her taut muscles.
 
“Being on your toes helps to distract you.
 
The tightened muscles make the lashing more arousing for me.”