Selena gave a helpless little sob as she writhed in the bed. God, it hurt so much! How much more of this would she have to stand?
She had no idea. As the pain worsened, tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed helplessly.
30
Valen sighed deeply as he let himself into his town house. He was home early—the deposition had been cancelled because his client’s rich father—a Ma’shorkan nobleman—had decided to simply pay the exorbitant fine that had been levied against his son, rather than letting the case go to trial.
It was actually a good thing the deposition had been cancelled, Valen thought grimly. Because, for the first time in his entire legal career, he had not been prepared.
Oh, he had gone into his office that evening with every intention of studying the details of the case. But when he had reached into his bag, he had somehow pulled out the book Selena had been reading, instead of his notes.
Telling himself that he would simply flip through the pages for a moment, Valen had soon found himself absorbed in the strange love story that unfolded before him.
The female heroine in the book—her name was “Jillian”—had found herself in a great deal of trouble when her father gambled away the deed to their domicile. She had gone to the man her father had lost their home to, and begged for mercy. She had no money, she explained, but she would be willing to work for the man as his maid for as long as it took to pay the debt.
The male in question—with the rather improbable name of “Sebastian”—had declined this arrangement, but he offered a different deal instead. He was very taken with Jillian, he explained, and thought she would make an excellent submissive. He would wave the debt if she would agree to stay with him in his mansion and allow him to train her in the ways of erotic submission for a number of months.
At first, the premise of the book shocked and offended Valen. It was wrong to take sexual advantage of a female against her will—wrong and reprehensible!
He almost threw the book against the wall, but curiosity kept him reading. Selena had said this was a “love story”—what kind of love could she possibly see in a book with such a ruthless bastard as the hero?
He read on, becoming immersed in this strange human book. At first, Jillian was frightened—as well she should be, Valen thought indignantly. Her new “Master” forced her to take off all her clothing and hold still while he touched her body intimately, as he put new, revealing clothing on her, that showed off her breasts and pussy.
You mean the way you made Selena hold still while you sucked her nipples and fingered her pussy so that the harness would fit her? whispered a little voice in his head.
Valen had stopped reading for a moment, struck by the similarities between the plot of the book and the day that he’d just spent with the curvy little Elite. Goddess, he had treated Selena the same way Sebastian had treated Jillian! Selena had seemed not to mind—he had even thought that she liked his treatment of her—but he hadn’t been sure. What if she had felt the same trepidation that Jillian felt, when Sebastian put the nipple clamps on her and made her wear the crotchless panties?
Anxiously, he had read on. To his surprise—and relief—it seemed that, while she was nervous at first, Jillian found that she liked being treated in this way—liked being dominated. Giving herself so completely to Sebastian had sexually stimulated her in ways she had never been stimulated before. She was still nervous, but the more her new “Master” pushed her limits, the more deeply she felt for him.
Could this be what Selena had been feeling, Valen asked himself? Could it be that she enjoyed his mastery of her—enjoyed submitting to him? He couldn’t help remembering the soft little moans she’d made when he touched her so intimately, the way she’d reacted when he called her his “good girl.” She had, after all, been reading this book for entertainment—and perhaps for titillation.
Valen knew he certainly found himself titillated—and surprised. Maybe there was a difference between being a Broken One—a male who got pleasure from a female’s pain—and a Master—a male who derived sexual stimulation from dominating a female in a firm but sensual way.
He read on—much longer than he should have—gaining new insight into this strange new world of sexual pleasure that he had never dreamed existed. He had always thought the way Ma’shorkan males treated their females was disgusting and misogynistic. And to be honest, he still felt that way. But he could see now, that perhaps if such treatment was consensual and both the male and the female wanted to play the roles of Dom and sub, it might fulfill a sexual fantasy for them both.