Alana again started to protest, but as his words apparently sank in, she quieted. “Please, Sir,” she began, “It’s not that I don’t like it. I’m—I’m just not very good at it.”
He lifted his eyebrows, but pretended to accept the half-truth. “Well then,” he said with a sudden, cruel grin. “I’ll just have to help you get better at it. For the next week, I’ll come in your mouth before each meal. If I suspect you’re not showing the proper submissive enthusiasm, then that will be your meal.”
They started the next morning. Because Alana couldn’t kneel comfortably on her haunches with the brand still healing, Mark lay on the bed and had her crouch over him. His cock grew hard and large as she licked and kissed it. He allowed her to do most of the work, resisting his own impulse to fuck her face the way he usually did. She would have to earn this one. He allowed her to use her hands, one cupped sweetly around his balls, the other gripping the base as she guided his cock into her mouth.
Her lips closed in a red ring around his hard shaft. It felt so heavenly that Mark began to arch into her, thrusting slightly forward, despite his own promise to himself to let her do it all.
As he was nearing a fever pitch of pleasure, he completely abandoned any effort at self-control and grabbed her by the hair, forcing his cock deep into her throat. Alana apparently hadn’t been prepared for this sudden action. As he shot his load, she jerked back, coughing and spluttering like a novice.
Quickly, she tried to recover herself, sucking his now spent but still erect cock back into her mouth, into her throat. But the damage was done. She had failed the first test. There was no question about it.
~*~
Alana lay under the kitchen table on her stomach while the Master ate his breakfast, food he’d had her prepare, but forbidden her to eat. Tears pricked her eyes as her mouth watered. She was so hungry. But there was only the acrid aftertaste of semen on her tongue.
“Excuse me, Sir? Permission to speak?” she dared.
“Hmm?” Mark’s mouth was full.
“I’m very thirsty, Sir. Perhaps some water?”
“No. Nothing but semen till you learn to love it.”
Alana suppressed the sigh that rose to her lips. Cradling her head in her arms, she tried to block out the heavenly smell of syrup, sausage and hot coffee. She would just have to try harder.
After breakfast, Mark went to work in his office, leaving Alana loosely chained on the bed. It was silly to feel so hungry from missing just one meal, but there it was. She hoped he would give her another chance before lunch.
The brand throbbed painfully, and she reached back gingerly to touch the gauze padding that covered the wound. She couldn’t wait to see the brand. Would it look like the loops on her bracelets? Would it heal properly? She was truly marked now—she was property, branded like chattel.
The image shifted as she gazed inward. She saw herself dressed in the fine silk scarves of her harem dreams. The brand was visible beneath her sheer flowing skirts as she danced through a palace with mosaic ceilings and soft light, clasping hands with the other girls as they whirled.
Alana opened her eyes, aware she must have dozed off. She lay on her stomach. Mark was standing over her, gently pulling away the bandage on her ass. “It’s looking really good,” he assured her.
“Can I see?” she asked.
“No. I’ll show you when I’m ready.”
Chastened, Alana bit her lower lip. Her stomach gurgled, reminding her she was hungry.
As if reading her mind, Mark said, “Ready for lesson number two? I’m not really in the mood, so you’ll have to get me there. You have permission to open my pants and do whatever it takes to make me hard.” He stood impassively, his arms folded across his chest.
Alana shifted on the bed, still in the loose chains. It would be harder to please him in this position, with him standing beside the bed, but she would do her best. She unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, which was only semi-erect. She soon had him erect, his cock like silken steel in her hands.
Just as she opened her mouth to take in his length, Mark curled his fingers into her hair and yanked her head back suddenly. Alana gasped from the unexpected pain while still trying to focus her attention on his cock. She tried to pull her head forward to reach his shaft. He kept tight hold of her hair. “Go on,” he said. “Suck my dick.”
The only way she could reach his cock was to pull against his hard grip. She felt like her hair was being yanked out by the roots, but she managed to strain far enough forward to take him partially into her mouth.