The sound of the whip snapping across the shoulders of the naked girl strapped to the St. Andrew’s Cross and her resulting scream were exhilarating. She was one of three current trainees, and she was destined for Andrew. The boy was only eighteen, but he knew what he wanted, and I was more than willing to give him what he wanted. He was gorgeous, well-built, and brutally sadistic. This girl would be his third slave since I had met him at Club Agalon four years earlier, and he had gotten all three from me. The first, Sabrina, had fucked up with him. She had stolen from him and had run away. When he found her in that warehouse, doped out of her mind, I thought he would kill her, especially since she had used his money to buy whatever she shot into her veins, but he didn’t. He came close, and when he called me afterward, his voice shaking, I went to him as quickly as I could. He was standing in the doorway, his entire body trembling, and he had blood covering his hands, arms, face, bare chest, and black jeans. I never thought I would see it, but I thought he was going to cry.
“Help me, Ella,” he stammered. “I’m out of control. Please help me.”
I moved to him to wrap my arms around him, but before I reached him, he dropped to his knees with a sob and buried his face in his hands as he did start to cry.
“Baby,” I whispered as I joined him on the ground, “tell me what happened.”
He did, and I caught my breath when I looked past him to the bloodied body hanging from the chain in the center of the warehouse.
“Andrew, you didn’t kill her, did you?”
“No,” he whispered, his voice catching, “but I wanted to, Ella. I really, really wanted to.”
I held him tightly even as I pulled out my phone and dialed Thomas. My bodyguard and lover answered immediately and said he’d be right there. When he arrived, nothing needed to be said as he moved past us to remove Sabrina from the chain and carry her to his car.
“Elmhurst,” he said in his sexy, deep voice. “Don’t worry, Master Andrew, she’ll live.”
I jerked up in bed with a gasp, and Thomas mumbled something unintelligible next to me as he rolled over and draped his hand over my naked hip. I put my hand on his arm and tried to regulate my breathing. I must have failed because Thomas raised himself up on one elbow and stared at me.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked, gently running his hand down my sweaty back. “Another nightmare?”
“What was it about this time? Your uncle?”
“No,” I said breathlessly as he gathered me to himself. “It was about Sabrina.”
“Ah,” he said, holding me close to his massive chest. “That night.” I nodded against him, and he kissed my hair. “Why would you dream about that night? It was a long time ago.”
“I don’t have any idea." I burrowed into his warm body and shivered. “I am so tired of nightmares, Thomas. I want to sleep through the night without remembering my past.” I kissed his chest, and he caught his breath. “I’m thirty-one years old and my bastard uncle still rules my dreams. And now Andrew does, too!”
His hands hadn’t stopped moving on my back, and now they slowly made their way down to my ass. He cupped my cheeks tightly and pulled me into his rapidly growing cock. “Let me help you forget, Ella,” he whispered, and then his thick finger slipped into my dripping wet cunt. I cried out as he rolled on top of me and took a nipple in between his teeth.
"Fuck, yes, Thomas!" I gasped, and he bit down, hard enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin. "Please hurt me, baby," I whispered, and he obliged. He got off me and flipped me onto my stomach before spanking my ass hard. He pulled my hips up until I was on my knees, and he spanked me again and again. Finally, when I let out a yelp, he lined up his cock with my pussy and shoved. His cock was as big as the rest of him, and my pussy stretched around it. "Fuck me hard, Thomas, please, baby. Make me forget."
"Gladly, love," he said as he pulled out and hammered his way back into me. He kept up a brutal pace, applying his hand to my ass occasionally, until I felt my climax approaching. He had to have felt it, too, for he reached around me and pinched my clit hard. I screamed out as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me, and he gripped my hip with one hand as the other continued to manipulate my clit. Another climax rolled through my body before he bottomed out in me and released a deep growl from his throat as he filled me with his cum. He rolled onto his side, still buried inside of me, and pulled me back into his chest.
"Feel better, Ella?" he asked softly.
I slid off his cock and turned to face him. "Much, baby. Thank you."
"Do you think you'll be able to go back to sleep?" I shrugged a shoulder, and he leaned down to kiss it. "Try, okay? You don't sleep enough." His concern touched me deeply, and I kissed him softly.
"I love you, Thomas," I whispered, and he smiled at me.
"I know you do," he answered. "And I love you."
He closed his eyes and was quickly asleep, but mine stayed open for hours as I studied the only man I had ever loved. I had plenty of lovers, but Thomas was the only one I could say those three words to. Other men fucked me from time to time, and I knew that deep down it bothered Thomas, but he never said anything. He knew what it was like for me, and he did his best to keep out of that part of my life. It was one of the things I loved most about him.