Surviving Demands, page 12
Caitlyn returned from the other room, and Chase was down to his jeans. She studied him with more of a discerning eye… away from the fear. Somewhat surprised, she decided that Chase was quite a handsome man. He had a mat of black curls covering a broad chest and he was extremely fit and muscular, and she had noted his tight leanness by the way he had filled out his jeans.
Caitlyn stood by the cage, waiting to have her wrists secured before being locked in for the night. Instead, Chase lowered his pants and said, “Up on the bed, Caitlyn.”
She blinked wide eyes at him, glanced at the covers, and then at the cage. “I think it might be better to let me stay in the…”
“Up on the bed, Caitlyn,” he interrupted in a deep authoritative manner that brooked no argument. Caitlyn drew the covers back and climbed up onto the bed. She pulled the comforter up to her chin, but still shook beneath the blankets. Chase dimmed the light on the nightstand to a soft glow, and turned to see her eyes squeezed tightly closed and tears wetting her lashes. She was literally petrified, and he knew she was trying to will herself away from the situation. It was amusing the way she could look so strong and demanding on one hand, and little girl frightened when she could not control her world. He smiled and reached into the drawer beside him.
Caitlyn felt his hands brush near her face as he laid a blindfold over her eyes and lifted her head to secure it. She began to panic and opened her mouth to complain, when she felt a single finger press her lips to silence her. He caressed an arm gently and pulled it out from under the warmth of the covers, stroking and massaging the trembling limb until Caitlyn realized he had secured it to the headboard.
He had to pull a little to maneuver the other one into position, and she was visibly shivering when the blanket was lowered. Her legs were pressed tightly together as if they had been glued, and Chase pried them apart to secure her ankles. All the while she began shaking harder, and bit her lip to keep from protesting.
This is the cost… the cost to stay safe and fed… and my payment is due. For some reason, the thought did not scare her as much as she had believed it would. All day, a part of her had accepted it would come to this, and she had rationalized that staying in this safety, to be subject to only one provider, was worth it. She was not experiencing the tightening in her stomach of revulsion that she often felt when shopping in Mantonville and payment was due. There was a definite tingling going on in her lower regions, but it was not her belly that was spasmodically constricting in anticipation.
Caitlyn found herself secured spread-eagle and blindfolded, with confusing sensations assaulting her body. Chase brushed the side of his hand down her breast and she gasped. “I…” his finger pressed on her lips as soon as she tried to speak, and she sensed him leaning towards the side of the bed.
When he moved his finger, she opened her lips to protest again, and felt a sponge pushed into her mouth. Chase stretched out beside her and returned to his light brushing on her breast, working his way to the tightening nipple and whispering “Hush, Caitlyn, you’re safe.” When he strummed her nipple, her mind flashed onto Tommy Shapiro and her body stiffened. Chase was determined not to let her retreat on him. “Caitlyn, stay with me. Stay at the ranch with me.”
Caitlyn inhaled deeply, and smelled the leather mixed with his scent, not the musky cologne that invaded her nightmares… leather and Chase, leather and Chase, she thought, and finally his deep blue eyes filled her thoughts, and Chase felt her relax a little. “Good girl. Stay with me.”
Caitlyn could not remember ever being so scared, as the man collected payment by forcing her body to clench and shudder, her nipples to almost ache with stiffness, and her sex to weep moisture, bereft in its emptiness. Her feeble, awkward attempts the few times she had tried pleasuring herself had often been thwarted, as the visions of the many men in Mantonville who had supplied her provisions would swim through her head and cause the queasy roll of her stomach to deny her fulfillment. This time, when the men’s faces threatened to invade her mind, the deep blue eyes overshadowed them, pushing them back into blackness.
Her bottom clenched, and she strained her thighs as the other hand moved across her stomach and stroked the light curls on her lips. She squealed behind the gag when his finger slipped along her wetness, and the fingers on her nipple pinched harder, confusing her with divided attention to the dual caresses and assaults.
His hand abandoned her breast, and a few moments later she felt both hands spreading her pussy wide. She pictured him kneeling between her spread thighs and staring at her private world. No man had ever studied her like this, and she shook her head in protest. A thumb passed over her clit, a place she had only discovered by accident a few times, and caused an electrifying jolt.
Her hips strained upwards, and he listened to her frightened wails as he lowered his head. Caitlyn felt something soft and liquid swipe her slit and she realized it was his tongue. It was not supposed to be this way. She was supposed to pay him… to please him in some manner. She had no reference for payment that brought forth these heated feelings from her. Caitlyn was ashamed that her body wantonly leaked obvious desire from his attentions. The loss of control was terrifying, even as she allowed herself to calm the panic by thinking of Chase and his smell of leather and promise of safety.
A finger pressed inside of her, plunging in time to the stroking tongue and causing a grip within her, trying to keep the invasion in place. It continued its rhythmic plunge, joined by a second digit, stretching her slightly and reaching deeper into the emptiness craving to be filled. Her senses were heightened in passion, escalating to shallow breaths that alarmed her, and without warning her channel convulsed, squeezing against the fingers… demanding they not retreat. A torrent of juices leaked out beside them, and Caitlyn realized that this was the feeling of an orgasm she had heard other women talk about. It was both frightening and wonderful.
The hands pulled her wide while her pussy continued residual throbbing, and she felt the soft head of his shaft at her hole, slowly pushing into her, into the space she needed to have filled. Pushing… pushing… until she felt a small lancing tear and he stilled, gently stroking her trembling stomach until he sensed she had adjusted, and then continuing to enter deeper.
When Chase was fully inside her tight liquid warmth, he leaned back and released her ankles. Her legs curled on top of his, wrapping around his ass, not fighting or kicking, but seeming to pull him deeper, holding him within her. He stretched on top of her and released her wrists, and her arms circled his back, her nails pressing into his shoulder blades.
When he removed the gag and blindfold, the frightened green eyes looked up in wonder at him, and the only sounds she made were her rapid, wispy breaths. He lowered his head and kissed her, and Caitlyn felt his tongue seductively explore her mouth, plunging in time to the rod deep inside of her. The dual arousing sensations caused her body to cramp again, and she found herself racing towards the climatic ecstasy once more. Her nails dug deep as she stiffened, and then she wrapped her long legs around him, causing him to stay deep inside her while she felt him jerking against her pulsing muscles.
She was breathless when he rolled to her side and pulled her onto his chest, and she was confused that the act she had avoided, had even protected herself from for so long, could feel so completely satisfying. Her fingers curled chest hairs around them while her trembling lessened, and she felt his lips kiss through her hair. “Sleep now, Caitlyn. You are safe.”
Several times he sensed her beginning to speak and closing her lips when the confused words would not come. He was satisfied with his decision to make her first time as comfortable and fulfilling for her as he was able to. He did not want to risk her falling into the fright she retreated to, when his sexual demands in the future required arousing activities he wanted her to share with him.
Caitlyn felt his regular breathing and heard the soft snoring whispering through her hair. Her scrambled thoughts were settling, and she realized he had carefully seduced her pleasure to guide her through the most terrifying event she could imagine. All the men she had been with had demanded and expected her unresisting compliance, and in a sense that was what Chase had done. It felt so different, though, because his demand was that she not be afraid to experience her own enjoyment of the act, and the most surprising result was that she felt gratitude for his thoughtfulness.
Her attempts at expressing her feelings had failed, she thought as she silently lay on his chest. There was one thing she could do, something she had learned to be adept at to repay him. It was the one thing that she had allowed herself to do, to make payment for services and supplies in the past. Caitlyn slid down his belly, and a few moments later she felt him stiffen and gasp as her mouth found his cock. His hand stroked her head while she worked, curling her hands gently around his sack and licking and sucking the unusual taste of the mixed juices on his shaft.
She smiled when she felt him tighten, beginning to spill yet trying to hold back and prolong her attentions. The warm, wet cavern of her mouth won the contest, as his fluid released and he groaned. Caitlyn moved back up his chest, and she felt his lips kiss through her hair. She was the one to dissolve into sleep first, this time, as Chase was left with confused thoughts that kept him awake for a long while.
In the morning, he felt her finally stretch awake. She was still dealing with the exhaustion of her long trek and fearful months. “Good morning, Caitlyn. Your bath is ready.”
Caitlyn leaned up, and her hair curtained the sides of her face while the green eyes smiled down at him. Once again, her survival method of accepting her circumstances guided her, and throughout the night her fear of the man and her situation had dissolved. “Thank you, Chase. Thank you for not scaring me.”
“Oh, I may scare you in the future, girl,” he warned.
Caitlyn thought for a moment, and said, “Okay, but thanks for not doing it last night.” She bounced off the bed, and he watched her hair sweep along her back as she walked towards the bathroom.
As Caitlyn sank into the delightfully warm water, she realized she was happy. The feeling was so foreign that she had almost missed it, and the last time she had this feeling was before the collapse. She sank beneath the water, smiling at her private revelation, and when she rose, Chase was climbing into the opposite side of the tub.
“Turn. I want to wash your hair.”
Caitlyn handed him the shampoo and scooted back between his thighs. While he scrubbed, he said, “Another rule… one you were forgetting, yesterday. The men are referred to as Master, and some prefer last names over first. You can call me, Cody, Roger and Zeke by our first names, such as Master Cody.”
“Why?”
Chase sighed. “Because I am your Master, Caitlyn, and it helps you remember who keeps you safe and provided for.”
“I don’t like the thought of being a slave. I mean, I know you think that’s what I was back in Mantonville, but they never called us that.”
“Maybe not to your face,” he chuckled. “I assure you, they did behind the doors of their businesses. If they had been man enough to bring you to town and properly care for you, I think you would have heard the term. Would you rather be considered a pet? That works for me, too.”
Caitlyn thought of dogs and cats, and realized she had not seen many since the change. People could barely feed themselves, and she wondered if they had resorted to eating them, or killing them before they turned wild with hunger. “No, I don’t think I want to be a pet. Just try not to call me a slave too much, if that’s okay.”
“Aaah, Caitlyn. Rinse.” He really needed to work on her attitude.
When they went down to breakfast, Caitlyn was looking at the pillow as she knelt, and missed Chase’s nod to Cody and Verna. Both smiled with understanding, and were relieved that their friend had finally found someone. They noticed Caitlyn’s eyes were different; the edge of dooming fear was gone. The wind whistled outside, and she said, “I guess you were right about the storm, Master Cody.”
“Roger was by an hour ago, before it got too bad. Julie suggested they tie a rope between the stable and the ranch house for people to follow if it reached white out… which it pretty much has. Trudy has the girls finishing breakfast, and I sent her home while she could still see.”
Chase asked, “Did the herders all make it in?”
“Yes, Roger and the sentries collected them before he came to see me.”
They spent the rest of the day with Cody and Chase working out plans or reading, and the women reading or playing cards as they knelt on their pillows. While Caitlyn followed Verna to the library, she looked at her brand and asked, “Did it hurt a lot?”
“I don’t really remember. I’m sure it must have, but now it just makes me feel more secure with my place here. I mean, I guess the leathers can be removed, but not the mark reminding me that I’m safe with them.” Verna chewed her lip and asked, “How was it last night?”
Caitlyn blushed. “He was… considerate… very considerate of my feelings. I didn’t expect him to be like that. He’s not anything like I thought he would be.”
“Chase cares for you, I can see it in his eyes. You didn’t know him before, but he was always the strict one, scowling and issuing orders. The two of you are good together. He needed a strong woman, not one of the simpering slaves who jump at his commands.”
“I told him I didn’t want to be a slave, but I lost that argument. It’s weird though, because he makes me walk around naked with these cuffs, kneel by his side and do what he says, but I still don’t feel like one. There’s much more freedom here than there was in Mantonville, and so far none of the requests seem too demanding to follow… not considering the rewards of the ranch.”
“Well, it doesn’t hurt that he’s drop-dead gorgeous, either. You might feel differently if you’d been sent to Zeke,” Verna laughed.
“He is a handsome devil, isn’t he? That’s another thing I really didn’t notice until last night. I find myself calming when I think of his eyes, like when Mantonville tries to drag me back.”
Verna nodded. “I know what you mean. When I have nightmares about the last night at my ranch, I can practically hear the guns and the screams, and Cody holds me and whispers until all I see is his face and the kind gray eyes that made me safe. We’re pretty lucky, Caitlyn, considering what others have to go through out there.”
After lunch, they returned to the living room. An hour later, Cody announced, “I’m bored, Verna. Shall we go upstairs and see what trouble I can get you into?”
Verna marked her page and closed her book. “Perhaps it will be the trouble you find yourself in, Master Cody.”
“Such a tease,” Cody chuckled, and pulled her to a stand.
After they left, Chase brushed a hand down Caitlyn’s hair. “I’m afraid I can’t concentrate. I’ve re-read the same paragraph three times and still don’t know what the damn thing says. All I see is you, wrapped in some passionate expression.”
Caitlyn looked up into the aroused stare. “Verna mentioned that your wardrobe opens to another room.” The thought of the equipment seemed more intriguing than frightening, when Caitlyn thought of Verna’s obvious excitement with it. Caitlyn trusted that Chase would not rush her, or allow her to be hurt.
Chase cocked an eyebrow. “I figured I would have to entice you towards my proclivities.”
Caitlyn looked down at his boots. “The scary part’s over, and now I want to experience what Verna seems to be so enthralled with,” she admitted.
“You are a perplexing creature, Caitlyn. It’s like one step back and two steps forward with you.” He held down his hand as he stood. “Come, let’s move some clothes out of the way.”
Caitlyn’s eyes scanned the room. Verna was right. The equipment seemed much more exotic than Cody’s selection, and she felt her bravado wavering. Chase walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, and she leaned back into him. “Second thoughts?”
“No,” she quivered. “Just a little nervous.”
“Hmmm, over here, I think.”
Caitlyn followed him to a smooth post, and he stretched her arms high and secured her wrists. He spread her legs and hooked her ankles, forcing her up onto her toes to reach. She felt his hand stroke down her back and bottom, causing that nice clenching feeling to pulse as he swept her hair over her shoulder. He walked to the wall and returned to stand in front of her, holding a thin cane in his hand. “Maybe this isn’t a good place to start,” she said nervously.
“Oh, but how I want to stripe that bottom, Caitlyn,” he chuckled.
“I’m not too sure…”
“Hush. Concentrate on counting out my strikes.”
All of a sudden there was a press on her butt that began to heat and sear into her. “Owe… ouch… I don’t like this,” she blurted.
“One, Master. Count for me, Caitlyn,” he ordered.
“One, Master,” she gasped. “How many times are you going to whip me?”
“As many times as I want to,” he replied. “Now, hush and just count.” Secretly, Chase was pleased that she had not demanded he stop, or shown any signs of tumbling to her abyss.
A second swipe crossed her ass and she hissed, “Two, Master.” Chase walked up and ran his hand gently over the raising red mark. Caitlyn tried to back into the caress, and felt moisture coat her pussy. She was already wondering if he planned to push himself into her when he was through.
The third strike was along the top of her thighs, and she hissed when the burn hit. “Three, Master.” Her pussy was spasming, and practically dripped when he caressed the stripe. God, she needed him inside of her, and she moaned when he retreated again. The fourth strike crossed her cheeks again, and she gave a little sob. “Four, Master.”
“Enough?” he questioned as he caressed the mark.
