“Yes,” his answer is clipped with no emotion.

“My favorite flower is a daisy.” I glance up at him, trying to see his reaction in the meager light the moon is offering through the window. “Have you seen a Brown Betty?” He doesn’t respond so I just go on, “The Black-Eyed Susan is the state flower of Maryland. It has thirteen petals. Thirteen is my lucky number.”

My mind races, searching for something else I can tell him. “Do you like water?”

“Yes,” he answers but this time the clipped tone is gone.

“Me too,” I sigh thinking of the plantation. I can’t wait to go home. “I love how it brings life to the surrounding areas.”

Silence engulfs us again but this time it’s not as tense. I close my eyes and keeping hold of Jack’s hand I drift between sleep and consciousness. I’ll never be able to get a good night’s rest in one of these places.

~*~

In the early hours of the morning Jack gets up. I watch as he walks to the bathroom and seconds later he comes out dressed in his jeans.

He walks to the door and he unlocks it, then he turns back to me. His eyes are filled with confusion when he asks, “Will that be all you require of me, Mistress Ryland?”

“Yes, Jack,” I sigh heavily as I too get out of bed. I get dressed in the stupid outfit from the night before and then walk to Jack. I stand on my toes and press a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek. “I’ll see you soon, Jack.”

I watch Jack walk away and then return to the room I share with Adam. When I walk in I find Adam sitting on the bed, his face in his hands.

“Morning,” I say softly so I don’t give him a fright. He hates it when people sneak up on him. I did it once and I landed flat on my back with an angry Adam towering over me.

He looks up, a world of exhaustion clouding his face.

I crawl onto the bed behind him and pull at his arm until he stretches out next to me.

I place my head on his shoulder. “Want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head. Adam is not a talker.

We both just take comfort in the others presence until there is a knock at our door. Adam gets up and opens the door to a girl. She pushes in a trolley and the smell of coffee makes me get up.

I have a cup of coffee while Adam enjoys the bacon and eggs. I usually have a healthy appetite but after a night like the one I just had, food is the farthest thing from my mind.

After coffee I go to shower. When I’m done I go to stand in front of the window, looking out over the estate while Adam freshens up.

The garden is really pretty. I wonder if it’s all Jack’s work. If he really loves gardening then I’ll make sure that he can continue his hobby back at the sanctuary.

~*~

Chapter Five

Jack~

I’m still confused by Mistress Ryland as I make my way to the room where Mistress Claire is waiting in for me. She comes every Friday. Sometimes she’ll visit more than once a week but she’s a busy woman so that’s not often.

I knock once and then I let myself in. I close the door behind me and before I can kneel Mistress Claire comes to me. “Ahh … there you are, my pet.” She kisses both my cheeks. She smiles up at me for a moment, as if I’m a precious possession.

“I want to take you hard today. I’ve had an awful week.”

I step out of my jeans before I start to undress Mistress Claire. I make sure to brush the back of my hands against her skin. She likes that. When we’re both naked I go to the bed and position my body over the length of it. I’m never on top. It’s one of the rules to always remind me that I’m a slave.

Mistress Claire crawls on top of me. She takes hold of my cock, positions it at her opening and then slides over me.

“Oh my, how I’ve missed your cock this week,” she murmurs as she starts to move up and down. She takes my hands and places them on her hips. “You know I love it when you touch me.”

I hold her for a while and then she begs, “Dig your fingers in, my pet. I want to feel your strength on my body!”

I do as she asks, tightening my hold on her. She starts to bounce hard on me, and her breaths rasp over her parted lips. Just as she’s about to come she stops. Her face contorts into a lust filled smirk. “I’ve been a bad … bad girl, my pet.” I scoot to the edge of the bed and she crawls over my lap. “I have to be punished,” she purrs.

I slap her ass and she jerks against my legs. “Harder! Hit me harder!”

I slap her harder and harder as she commands, until her ass is red and my palm is stinging.

She gets up and then sits on my lap with her back to me. She takes my cock in all the way and then starts to move faster again.

Taking my hands she brings my arms around her, and then she shoves one of my hands down between her legs, until I can feel her pussy. I can feel as my cock slides in and out of her.

“Pinch me hard!” I find her nub and then pinch hard. She starts to convulse on top of me and then she moans deeply with pleasure.

When she’s done orgasming she gets up and goes to the bathroom.

I stay seated on the bed. Sometimes she wants to come more than once.

When she comes out she goes to where her clothes are on the floor. “That will be all today, my pet.”

Her face is always sad after an appointment with me. I don’t understand her. But then, it’s not my job to understand her. It’s my job to make her come any way she wants to.

~*~

Friday passes just like any other day. I wake up early on Saturday morning. Cameron always has an appointment for me on a Saturday night. Sometimes it’s a private party I have to attend and sometimes it’s a one on one fuck.

I spend the day outside clearing weeds and just making sure the gardens are all tidy.

Late afternoon I go back to my room. I eat the food that was left in my room at lunch time before I go to get ready for the appointment.

Dressed in jeans and the leather bands, I leave to go to the room that is always assigned for the clients coming to see me. Most of the slaves are kept in a building separate from the main house. Sophia and I are kept in the house, on the first floor where the guards’ rooms are. The visitors’ rooms are all on the ground floor. The third floor is reserved for Cameron. Everything has its place here, exactly how Cameron wants it.

I knock once and open the door. With my eyes on the floor, I enter. I close the door behind me with a soft click. I go down into my kneeling position and wait for the orders to come.

I feel a soft pat on my head and icy chills race down my spine. “You may rise, Slave,” Mistress Westbrook purrs. It’s seldom that she’ll book an appointment with me outside of a party. But when she does … heaviness fills my chest as I rise to my full length.

“I’m disappointed that we didn’t get to finish the other night. You know what happens when I’m disappointed?”

I keep perfectly still. There is no need to answer her.

“Take off the jeans!” she snaps.

I do as I’m told. Once I’m bare Mistress Westbrook takes hold of my cock. I can’t stop the shiver of repulsion from spreading through my body. I hate this woman so much! Sometimes I fantasize about killing her. She works roughly with me as she places the same straps from Thursday night around the base and at the head of my cock.

“Go kneel on the bed.”

I walk over to the bed and get on top of the covers. I kneel down the same way Sophia does, with my cheek pressed against the covers, my knees open wide, and my ass in the air.

“Fuck him!” Mistress Westbrook barks at Master Westbrook. He seldom talks and lets Mistress Westbrook have full control over every meeting.

I feel Master Westbrook’s cock press against my ass and then a burning sensation fills me as he pushes in.

I feel the electric pulse sizzle up my cock. My hips jerk just as Master Westbrook shoves back in for a second time. He groans loudly, and starts to thrust harder into me.