The Slave (62 page)

“
Ahhhh,” the man sighed. “Good boy.
That’s some nice long-tongue action there. See, he’s not that bad.
Hit him again, Carl. He likes it.”

Carl’s heavy hands whacked her ass cheeks
steadily, one heavy swat to each cheek in a steady rhythm as the
guest continued to slowly fuck her face and throat. Robin didn’t
know what to do with her hands―when she raised them to reach for
the man’s legs, Carl jerked them back and folded her wrists up
behind her back.

That only made things better. The combined
feeling of being denied that much contact with her face-fucking
master-of-the-moment and the discipline of keeping her arms behind
her were two terribly wonderful spices to add to this sexual
mélange. She kept sucking and swiping her tongue, worked at keeping
her throat open or at least receptive. When that failed and she
misjudged a thrust, her chokes amused the man, and kept him
going.

In the distance the party continued, hard
thumping beats of the music vibrating the floor under her knees,
sharp thwacking sounds of paddles and whips echoing, someone far
away screaming, and through it all, that deep masculine laughter.
The cock she was sucking smelled like sweat and salt underneath the
cloying mango condom, and the man was wearing some kind of leather
pants or shorts or chaps―she could smell those, too. And under all
of that, the faintest scent of pine.

“
Ahh, fuck, take that cock, you
cocksucking bootslut, take me nice and deep, like you licked my
fucking boots...” the man crooned to her as he ground his cock deep
enough to make her gentle choke into a stomach-lurching
gag.

“
Yeah, fuck his throat, master,” Carl
encouraged, his slaps pounding against her ass. “Let him feel
it!”

The man grunted and used her head, her face,
and her throat, to grind his cock close to orgasm. Then, he jerked
out and stripped the condom off and fisted his cock. Robin couldn’t
help but gasp, and knew it sounded hungry and desperate. She could
hear the moist slapping sounds and knew when he was doing and
wanted so terribly to be able to taste it, to drink him down. But
he did obey the rules as far as that went, and his come splattered
into her hair, a few droplets snaking down her forehead and over
the blindfold. Without the backyard distractions like sun and wind
and all the bootblacking supplies, it was like being anointed with
warm oil, the slight smell of bleach tingling in her nose.

“
Heh,” the man sighed, milking the
rest of the come out of his dick and wiping himself off in her
hair. “Worth the risk. Get him out of here before you get into
trouble, Carl.”

“
Sure thing, master. Glad to be of
service!”

* * * *

Carl folded his arms and grinned at her
while she scrubbed her hair again―for the fourth time today? Fifth?
She had lost count.

“
Are you going to be in trouble?’ she
asked him, as she rubbed herself down with a towel.

“
Fuck no, Rob. Think I’d really do that
without permission? Eric said I could work the forbidden fruit
angle on that guy, he’s such a horndog for chicken.” He chuckled.
“You made him come faster than Muscledog did!”

Robin laughed and then coughed. Her throat
was sore from dryness and that abrasive fucking. “I am exhausted,”
she admitted, sinking down onto the toilet seat. “And I am so
horny!”

“
Well, then I guess you won’t mind
that you’re off duty until breakfast! Eric says we’d be pushing it
to let you out there at night when things get a little, um...
rough.”

Robin looked up at him, amazed. “Rougher
than today?”

“
Yeah, well, you know... it gets late,
guys get sloppy. You get some sleep, be up at five to help with the
coffee and breakfast service, OK?” He patted her shoulder and
adjusted his kilt. Then he flashed her another grin. “And by the
way? You’ll be blacking again for the guys about to leave. Expect
about ten pairs of boots tomorrow morning. Then, the Masters say if
any of us can still get it up when they’re all gone, you’re the one
who has to take care of it. All dressed in your fag boy
suit.”

Robin sighed and rubbed her throat in
expectation. If indeed the three guys could get some cocks up, she
had no doubt they’d be eager. Then, she grinned and looked up
again.

“
That’s harsh,” she whispered, saving
her tender throat.

Laura Antoniou has become well
known in the erotically alternative community as the creator of the
Marketplace series (
The Marketplace, The Slave, The Trainer, The Academy
and
The
Reunion
),
the first three volumes of which were originally published under
the name Sara Adamson. One Marketplace character also appears in
her first book,
The Catalyst
, but she leaves the reader to figure that out. The only
independently written Marketplace short story, “Brian on the Farm,”
appears in Lawrence Schimel and Carol Queen’s ground-breaking
anthology,
Switch Hitters: Lesbians Write Gay Male Erotica, and Gay
Men Write Lesbian Erotica
(Cleis), which has been published in English and
in German.

Antoniou has also had great
success as an editor, creating the
Leatherwomen
anthologies which highlighted new
erotic work,
By Her Subdued
, a collection of stories about dominant women,
and
No Other
Tribute
,
which features submissive women. Her nonfiction anthologies
include
Some
Women
and an
homage to author John Preston entitled
Looking for Mr.
Preston
.
Antoniou’s work has been published in the United States, Germany,
Japan, Israel and Korea, to international acclaim.

Antoniou’s short stories also
appear in other anthologies, most recently in
SM Classics
, edited by Susan
Wright;
Things Invisible To See: Gay and Lesbian Tales of Magic
Realism
,
edited by Lawrence Schimel;
The Second Coming
, edited by Pat Califia and Robin
Sweeney;
Once Upon a Time: Erotic Fairy Tales for
Women
,
edited by Mike Ford;
Ritual Sex
, edited by Tristan Taormino and David Aaron
Clark; and
Best Lesbian Erotica 1997
, edited by Tristan Taormino. Antoniou was
also a columnist for
Girlfriends
magazine from 1995-1997, the submissions editor
for
Badboy
and
Bi-Curious
magazines from 1995-96, a regular contributor to The
SandMUtopia
Guardian
,
and a short-lived columnist for Alt.com. She is a highly demanded
speaker at schools, leather/SM and sexuality conferences, and has
become well known for her rants, thinly disguised as keynote
speeches.

Antoniou is currently finishing
the sixth book in the Marketplace series, entitled
The
Inheritor
.
She has no intention to stop there.

Now Published by Circlet Press’s Luster
Editions

Circlet Press is proud to be returning the
entire Marketplace series by Laura Antoniou to print, as well as
launching all-new ebook editions. These books are the first in our
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KNEEL TO ME edited by Lauren P. Burka

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TELEPATHS DON’T NEED SAFEWORDS

by Cecilia Tan

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After being out of print for years, the
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You’ve read Telepaths Don’t Need
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boundaries between pain and pleasure, love and loyalty, and
dominance and submission.

THE VELDERET by Cecilia Tan

$14.95 print book, $7.49 ebook

Available in print or as an ebook from
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roommates on a utopian world that has recently made contact with
the Kylar. On their world, “inequality” is taboo... and therefore
an erotic turn-on for some people hiding underground. What happens
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and submission as the basis of everything they do? The Kylaran
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