How to Break Your Slave ((Axwell x LoveMe))

[Axwell]

“Just train her for a little bit, Adam. I'm too old to be breaking in new, rebellious flesh.”

It's not every day that a proposition to gain a human slave pops up, all expenses paid. The thought was immediately disturbing to Adam Jonathan Sparser when his boss brought it up, gazing at him over the hardwood desk. His head was cocked and Adam fought hard not to flinch under the unbroken stare.

“A joke, sir?” he tried.

Mr. Lindel, his boss, scoffed and sat his doughy mass of a body back in the armchair. “No joke at all, boy. Haven't you been listening for the past fifteen minutes?”

Yeah, Adam had been listening, but he thought it was all a bunch of bullshit. It was almost unthinkable to know that a half an hour ago he had just bought in the breakfast with the boss's coffee, shot crap about random things before it somehow fell on his decaying sex life (porn wasn't even enough to get it up anymore), only to come to this...

“You have a slave, a human girl, you want me to 'break' in.” he paused, sucked in a breath. Dear God, this is actually true? “Is that right?”

Lindel nodded and his tongue poked around in his mouth, probably on a search to out wedged morsels in his teeth. “Unless you're not man enough to. I can always ask someone else...”

The threat was clear; there didn't need be a hint thrown around. Boss was reaching the age of retirement, probably would make the decision in the next month or so, he'd be a fool to turn anything down.

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Time: 9:00PM
Location: Living room, Adam Sparser's property, Maine

So he was man enough, right? He had a girl, slightly dirty and clothed in torn rags, with a chain around her neck like some lowly mutt, kneeling before him on the carpet. How the fuck did the world come to this? Adam swallowed hard and shook his head before collapsing back on the couch. Hell, fucking hell.

He felt like he was going to hell just for having her in his house.

A deep inhale, he ran a hand through his light brown hair. “What's your name?” he asked.

 

[Loveme]

She had thought the exact same thing the first day Mr. Lindel had purchased her at the underground slave auction. The girl could barely remember anything about the day, nor how she had even became a slave. Only twenty-one, she was looking forward to experiencing her life; but look where that ended up going. Mr. Lindel was older in age, she could tell that from how he had everyone else tend to her when he purchased her. Up until the present day, she had been locked inside the basement, left in the torn rags the slave house had put her in. She had barely eaten, her skin was dirty from the basement floor and her long black hair was braided and tied back.

It was the first time she had been allowed outside of the room, but she was terrified to learn that she would be staying with one of Mr. Lindel's employes. The chain was wrapped around her neck and locked in place. It had all went by in a frenzy, but now the girl was kneeling in front of a man. One of nice looks, very handsome indeed.

She hadn't been taught much in the slavery world except one thing, always kneel in front of your master or any other master. Which was exactly what she was doing at the exact moment. She was kneeled on the floor, her hands resting in her lap limply, her braided hair draped over her right shoulder, the chair wrapped around her neck hung down the center of her back. As she heard the man deeply inhale and ask her name, she looked up at him with her blue eyes. "Sophia Kelley..."

 

[Axwell]

The property was on a an acre of deserted land but Adam looked toward the window anyway. Nothing out there but meadow. After feeling reassured, the paranoia made him sigh again and he looked back at his guest...well, slave. That was what came with guilt he supposed, every amateur criminal must feel like the world has their eyes on them once they take that first step out of line.

Blue met green when her eyes rose to meet his. So she did have a real name. And that sparked a million questions for him about where she came from and how she got to be under the slavery of Mr. Lindel. Was there a club for this kind of thing, an underground life? The questions grew and pressed against the inside of his skull and threatened to make his head explode so he decided to leave them for another time. He didn't think he could take it right now.

“Well, Sophia,” he started. “Would you... like a bath and a change of clothes?”

It wasn't a question that she needed one or the other. Just to have something to do, he rose from his chair and collected a towel from the laundry room. He knew he didn't have anything she would fit in (he made a mental note to go out and buy some the day after) so he brought the smallest sizes of his own clothes that he could find: a t-shirt and shorts.

Adam had meant to leave her in the bathroom so that she could bathe herself, but she seemed so cowed that he helped her remove her clothes without thought. Without looking at her for more than a second, he rolled up his sleeves and set to filling the tub with warm water. When it was nearly at the edge, he gestured with a hand for her to get in.

In the manner that he would have cleaned a child, he kept his face neutral as he squeezed shampoo onto his palms and rubbed them together. His finger worked the soap over her hair gently. But there was no denying she was far from a child. Her body was very much that of a grown woman's: full breasts, rounded hips, and slender thighs. To dislodge the lump in his throat, he tried talking, “How long have you been a slave?”

 

[Loveme]

When his eyes met hers, Sophia could see the millions of questions running through his mind at that moment. Hell, any normal person would do the same thing. The slavery buisness was one that she had never known of, until the day she was kidnapped. But that story would be for another day and time, when the man in front of her wanted to know. Sophia was surprised when he asked if she would like a bath and a change of clothes. Nodding to him, she spoke gently. "Yes, I would love that. Thank you..." Letting her voice trail off. She watched the man vet up and leave. Standing herself, she felt the chain pulling against her neck. A few moments passed and the man returned with a towel and a pair of his clothes for her to wear.

Sophia followed the man into the bathroom, allowed him to assist with taking her clothes off and to draw the bath. When the tub was filled, she stepped in and sunk down into the hot water. Boy, did it feel good hitting her skin. Taking a moment for herself, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Only to be stirred by the man washing her hair. She wasn't about to complain, it was more attention then she had had in the past days then anything. As he washed her hair, Sophia set about washing her body. Lathering the sponge up, she gently pulled it across her skin. Taking her time, she washed the soap away and then washed the soap out of her hair.

She was a beautiful woman with clean hair and skin. Now that she was clean, she felt herself sliding further into the water. "A half a year... Mr. Lindel only purchased me a week ago." She could feel her stomach lurch at the thought of being purchased. "How long have you been a master...? Your nicer then the others." As she finished her words, she climbed from the bath water and began to dry herself off with the towel. Once she was dry, she slid into the clothes that he had brought for her. The shorts were a little to big, but she rolled them up to make them fit. The shirt hung off one of her shoulders, but that was alright. Shaking her head as she peered into the mirror, she sighed. The chain was still around her neck, as she feared it always would be. "You wouldn't happen to have the key for this would you?" She asked as she fumbled with the chain.

 

[Axwell]

The warm water eased the dirt from her skin until she was scrubbed pink and when she stepped out, he moved quickly to undo the stopper. Adam's eyes remained on the water. He watched it swirling down the drain, but he could tell she was changing in his peripheral vision. He was surprised at her lack of inhibition; her apathy when it came to nakedness.

Against his will, a warm flush rose to his cheeks. He was above buying a slave, but he was still a man and her body still made a part of him twinge in anticipation. Adam closed his eyes and tried to block out the flutter of fabric. His lips parted to draw in a slow breath before responding, “This is my first time being one.”

Master.

The word was jarring to his thoughts; it made him uneasy to be called that, but that was what he was. And a part of him was still curious. He diverted his thoughts then, focused them instead on what he learned. At some point in the past week his boss had walked around (in some filthy forgotten hole in the city no doubt) and picked out this young woman.

Lindel was a nut of a man- his body was narrow at the top before rounding out in the midsection and tapering at his hips- and it was disturbing to think he strolled through an alley of cages to peer at possible slaves. Adam couldn't imagine it, even now when the evidence was looking straight into his eyes.

That was why when she mentioned the key, he almost ran into his car to get it. He had stowed it in a compartment above the glove box when he first brought her back here. But Lindel made it clear- he had to keep an eye on her: she could easily run away if he didn't. Then he'd be in major trouble.

“I'm sorry, I can't do that,” Adam replied quietly, his voice soft in regret. He didn't elaborate because it seemed self explanatory when he glanced toward the bathroom door that stood ajar.

Night had fallen and as a normal day of work usually exhausted him, his newest arrival was too much of a load for his mind to bear now. Things would be easier for him to deal with after a good night's rest. That was his routine in life. But now he realized he had to find a place for her to sleep.

He stood and wiped his hands on a towel. “You can sleep in my bed tonight,” he said and his tone made it clear that it wasn't a request. “I'll take the couch until I figure out a better arrangement for you.”

Then Adam left to grab a pillow and blanket from his room, wondering how the hell he was going to "break" her in when he could barely bring himself to look at her.

 

[Loveme]

Sophia really was shy when it came to stripping and dressing in front of men, but she had learned to accept it over the last few weeks and let it slide when she was with him in that moment. Quite truthfully, she had welcomed the idea of being naked. It meant she would be clean, which was exactly how she was at the moment. Fully dressed and watching the man closely. He couldn't even look at her, more the less train her. Atleast that's why she figured she was here.

When he said he couldn't unlock the chain, Sophia frowned and could feel her body language change into something sad. Part of her had welcomed the idea of being free of the chain, but of course the other side knew it wasn't going to happen. Her eyes watched his as they darted towards the open door. Which is when Sophia figured out the reason why he couldn't undo the chain. Frowning once more, she shook her head and let her hands drop to her sides.

As the man told her she could sleep in his bedroom, she shook her head. He wasn't suppose to be this nice, he wasn't suppose to let her sleep in his bed. The tone of his voice made it clear to her that she wasn't suppose to argue back, but she shook her head once more. Following the man out and into his bedroom, she crossed her arms loosely and watched as he grabbed the pillow and blankets. "I'll sleep on the couch, it's suppose to be my place after all isn't it?" She hissed momentarily, then shook her head. The man had been kind to her and she was being rude to him. "I'm sorry, this is just all.... New. Believe it or not." Letting her voice trail off, she swallowed.

"I'm here to be trained, aren't I?" Sophia whispered softly as she set on the edge of the bed. Pulling a pillow into her lap as she hugged it tightly. "You won't always be this nice will you? Once your mind processes all that has happened, you will step into the role. I maybe a slave, but I can see the thought is curious to you..." As she finished, she found herself climbing under the covers of his bed. Her eyes closing softly. "You don't have to sleep on the couch, I will stay at the edge of the bed. It's big enough for both of us..."

 

[Axwell]

Her body eagerly slid under the covers even when she mentioned taking his place on the couch; it was obvious that she used to floors, or at least similar surfaces when it came to sleep. Adam sat down gently on the opposite side the bed. His weight shifted the mattress beneath him. He felt alien even though it was his own house and his own bedroom.

She really did look small in bed, it was king sized after all.

He could lie down and roll over and not even touch her. Or he could touch her- those loose shorts could be easily torn away, the shirt lifted up over her breasts and over her head so that he could take a soft mound into his mouth. Put her on top and fuck her, see her bare body arch up against his thrusts-

Adam shook his head to clear it. “Fucking Lindel,” he muttered softly. His boss knew he had a dry spell for the last three of his thirty years. There was no denying the temptation when he was at this point.

Sophia was already asleep when he rose from the bed and left to have restless night on the sofa.

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Time: 8:30 AM
Location: Lindel Tech, Portland ME

“Fucked her yet?”

“Jesus, Mr. Lindel.” He dropped his boss's lunch -a wrinkled brown Marc's Deli bag of coffee and a bagel (always topped with sesame seed, toasted, with lox). “The day just started.”

And it had. Right when he walked into the door, their lobby receptionist Jena sent him in with news that it was urgent. One look at her face and Adam wondered what the hell she would think of her boss owning a girl that was around her age.

Adam automatically looked over his shoulder and sighed in relief: the door was closed. But he wished Lindel would keep it down. What would his coworkers think or something like this?

His boss sat back with an iron cast frown and the rolling chair beneath him creaked. “You're a pussy,” he announced after a second of silence.

The insult hit him and his blue eyes hardened. “Excuse me, sir?”

“You, Adam, are a pussy.” He jabbed a fat finger at the level of his face. “Hmm, So how long's it been since you've licked one? Probably not since the last drunk college whore who was too wasted to tell the difference between your dick and her dildo.”

“Sorry, sir,” he snapped, “But it just seems a little fucked up to own a slave.”

“These are new times, son. If you can't conform, you can't succeed. If you can't succeed, you can't possibly be a man.” Lindel tore at the bag now and exhumed the bagel. He stuffed half into his mouth and bit down, asking thickly, “So what does that make you, Adam? A pussy, that's what I tell you.”
He couldn't think of anything to say. Cursing him out, throwing a punch, all of these things would lose him his job. Before he could excuse himself, Lindel dismissed him. “Break her in, or I'll find someone else in this company who will and I think they'd be perfect in your position.”

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Time: 8:00PM
Location: Adam's Property, Maine

Even though he tried to forget it, the threat of unemployment remained in his head the whole day. It was a low blow for Lindel to insult his masculinity and it was on the level of some school yard bull shit. Adam was so preoccupied that he didn't even notice the odd looks the cashier gave him when she rung up what was in his basket at the local mart: women's summer dresses, skirts, four bras, and and a large pack of thongs.

An hour later, the tension in his shoulders made them feel as if they were carved from granite and he pulled into his driveway with a storm over his head. He marched through the front door and dropped the bag onto the kitchen counter, walking right past Sophia as he went.

“Those are for you,” he said plainly. His eyes didn't follow to her and he fell into a chair at the kitchen table. He rested his forehead on the heel of a hand and stared at the table top. “Take off my clothes and put something on.”

Adam was being rude to her, he knew, but he didn't have any other outlet for his anger. He wanted her to leave but there was no way that would happen. Today had just gotten progressively worse since he had left Lindel's office – a priority shipment had come in late, customers were complaining left and right, his coworkers were starting to shirk him because they thought he was receiving special benefits from the boss...

But if they only knew what the hell those “benefits” were.

 

[Loveme]

When the morning came, Sophia had been left alone at the mans home. Knowing that there was no way of escaping, she let the thought move out of her mind. She didn't exactly know what to do during the day because she hadn't been given any orders. Most of the day she lounged about, getting up to fix something to eat when she became hungry. Something she had looked forward to if she was honest.

Taking the time to clean her mess from the kitchen, she heard the door open and then shut slowly behind. Looking up from her chair, she noticed Adam strolling into the kitchen with a bag of clothes. He hadn't event looked at her and he as dropping the bag of clothes on the kitchen table. Sophia winced as she heard him say the clothes were for her. Immediately, she could tell that it had been a bad day and something had made it even worse. Nodding, she watched as he dropped into a kitchen chair.

As his next words come, she could feel her heart dropping. Now the time was coming for him to break her, to treat her like a slave. Sighing, she shook her head; deciding then that she would continue on until he actually did begin to break her. "Yes sir," sliding the clothes out of the bag, Sophia smiled softly and slide his clothes off. Sliding on a pair of underwear and a dress, something that would atleast be comfortable to lie around in. Scooping the other clothes off the ground, she spoke gently. "Bad day at work....?"

 

[Axwell]

'Boy', why would he call him boy? He was nearly thirty. Granted Lindel was probably in his seventies, but if Hugh Hefner could still get it up at near ninety, anything was possible.

What annoyed Adam the most was the knowledge that he was still agonizing over what had happened that morning while Lindel was probably stuffing his face, wiping fried chicken grease off his fingers on the front of his shirt, before getting sloppy head by one of his trained (and undeniably underage) slaves. The thought of it was despicable, but a part of him was slightly aroused, and he hated himself for it. But the thought of a girl unwillingly pushed to her knees, whimpering and resisting, made him hard. His thoughts immediately turned to Sophia and wondering what she would look like if she was kneeling in front of him.

That was enough. Taking a breath, Adam rose so sharply from where he sat that his chair screeched in protest. He walked into the kitchen and continued to ignore her as if she was hallway lamp, though a part of him noticed how the dress seem to flatter her. But...

But it was too flimsy, too easy to tear off and crumple into a ball on the floor-

The door on the refrigerator flew open so hard that it cracked hard on the adjacent wall. “Damn hinges,” he muttered indistinctly. Adam's gaze fell to his feet then to Sophia's general direction as he clutched the door and brought it back forward. A mark remained, the paint slightly splintered with hairline cracks.

Broken. Like in the way he should break her.

But he couldn't.

You're a pussy, Lindel's voice murmured.

But he couldn't touch her, could he. His eyes flit to her then caught onto a small bundle of his clothes, unwashed, still sat in a hamper by his bedroom. Adam felt suddenly annoyed. What had she been doing all day?

You're a pussy, Adam. Punish her.

Now that he thought about it, there were still leftovers on the top and middle shelf of the fridge. Some were plastic wrapped and moldy, definitely past their consumable time. If she had eaten at all today, she should have noticed them and thrown them out. “Sophia,” he asked quietly, the tone a deadly calm. “what did you do today?”

 

[Loveme]

When he arose from the chair, the screeching and adruptness startled Sophia. He was clearly in a bad mood and Sophia didn't want to cross him. He was ignoring her as he walked right past her and into the kitchen. Just like she was a piece of furniture. At the thought, Sophia felt her stomach turning, as if something was going to happen. The slave remained quite as she dropped his clothes off into the dirty clothes hamper, which still had clothes in it.

As she returned, she could feel his gaze on her dress, the way it flattered her skin. It was perfect for her body type, how he had managed to pick something out like that, Sophia didn't know. But she was soon brought back to reality as she heard the fridge door slamming open and his grumbling right after it. When she felt his gaze on her, she turned away slowly. Hearing him bringing the door back, she gazed towards him and could see the paint chipped on the door.

Sophia hadn't done anything that day, she hadn't known what to do. Being a slave, having no orders? It wasn't something she was use to. Normally if she had no orders and went to snoop around, she was punished. Shaking her head softly as she noticed him gaze towards the laundry room, then his gaze trailed back towards the fridge. Left overs still there, Sophia could feel the pit in her stomach start to turn. Then his question came, the one she had been scared of.

"No...nothing...." Unknowingly, she was fiddling with the hem of her dress. Her nerves starting to get the best of her. She could see that he was irrupted, maybe not angry; not yet anyway. "I... I fixed something to eat and that was all. I didn't know what to do... Mr. Lindel always punished me if I done stuff without being told to do it..." Whimpering softly, she could feel her body tensing. Preparing itself for punishment. His voice was calm, but she knew all to well a calm vice could be just as bad as a loud one. "I didnt know...." Sophia let her voice trail off as she gazed up at him and quickly looked away.

 

[Axwell]

Punishment.

Adam was no stranger to it. His childhood was marked with the bite of belt buckles, white burns from slaps across his cheek whenever his mouth felt like being fresh. But punishment-- the word was unheard of to him...at least until now. He was past puberty, past the days where a raised hand meant a threat and submission. It seemed so displaced to do these things to a grown adult.

But the way he stared at her now wasn't how he had stared at her this morning. Then, he had left her sleeping. Her body was curled into a fetal position, vulnerable as a resting fawn, and he had let her be when (in another universe) Lindel would have woken her up with a shower of curses and kicked her to the floor for even daring to rest her hide on something so comfortable as a mattress.

The soft angles of her body sharpened under his eyes. Her muscles were tensing out of anxiety, out of fear. In parallel, a new, unfamiliar feeling began to build in his body, starting from the pit of his stomach and making its way up: numb euphoria. It came in waves that made him heady, rolling one after another that he couldn't stop. Nor did he want them to.

“I am not Mr. Lindel, and my house will be run my way.” He stepped closer to her, chasing away the gap of safety. “When I come home, every surface will be spotless, the laundry will be done everyday, and the kitchen will be immaculate.”

But he wasn't finished. No, not yet.“Come here,” Adam ordered, his voice retaining its stalemate calm but still managing to make anyone's blood run cold. I need to punish you.

It was unfair but he didn't give a fuck. He would punish her. If that fat bastard could do it, God help him, so could he.

If Sophia was obeying, she wasn't moving fast enough for him. Adam closed his fingers around her shoulder so tightly he made her skin blush. The table gave a weak shudder and a glass clattered to the floor as he suddenly forced her down, pressing her face against the counter and pushing her ass into the air. The light blue lace at the bottom of her dress peeled back from her skin, exposed.

Her ass was something out of a A-list porno, firm and round, soft skin unblemished and smooth. The folds of her sex were barely hidden behind the thong's sheer fabric. For a moment he was at a loss for what to do. But his hand moved on its own, raised, flying high above his head before he brought it down. The crack echoed off the walls.

 

[Loveme]

Sophia could feel her heart beating faster and faster, the pit in her stomach becoming more and more noticeable. He was angry, he was irritated, he was going to be the Master. It was true, he had left her there to sleep that morning, peacefully sleeping. That wasn't her fault, how could it be? He hadn't given her any orders, it was his fault.

Shaking her head, she whimpered softly. Her once smooth angles and edges of her curves were now tense. Any right minded human being would be able to tell that she was tense, her whole entire body was frozen in fear of what was to come. Punishment, no food, no water? The slave didn't know, but she could feel the longing gaze of Adam's eyes on her body. He to had noticed the tensity in her body.

Punishment.

Of course, young children expected it and come to know punishment if they were to misbehave. Every child had had a punishment, it was only how bad it was that only they knew. Sophia had been spanked, but that was as far as it had ever went when she was a child. But now that she was an adult, she came to know the feeling all over again; except this time it was worse. No adult should be punished like slaves were, but it's how it was. Sophia had been spanked with bare hands, whips, paddles, she had been locked in a basement, been given no food nor water. The feeling was horrible, one that no one should ever experience. One that made her feel lonely and not wanted.

"Yes sir, I understand sir... I didn't know..." Her mind instantly started to go back into submission. The words flowing from her mouth. When he stepped closer to her, she felt herself stepping back. But she was only able to take one step, her back now against the table; no where to run to. Her breathing was heavy and fast as she spoke. "I understand, it will all be done..." Sophia was use to loud and hurtful voices, but Adam's was a calm voice. But even though it was calm, she could hear the meaning and control behind it. The coolness sent shivers down her spine, sending her blood cold.

Sophia had been obeying, but apparently she was taking to long. Before she knew it, his hand was tightly around her shoulder, causing the heat to rise in her body. When the table shuttered from the force, she whimpered as she heard the glass shattering to the floor. But soon all whimpers were silenced as he pushed her face first into the counter top, lifting her ass high in the air. Her dress pulling up to reveal her ass, hidden by nothing but a thong.

Sophia knew what to expect, her body tried to lessen the tenseness. But knew it wasn't going to happen. It wasnt a minute later and she felt his hard slap against her ass. The smack echoed throughout the kitchen, maybe even the whole house. She could feel the tears forming at the edge of her eyes, even though it was one smack, she knew way better then to expect just one slap. More would come; rather they were close together or far apart.

 

[Axwell]

A fraction of his strength had been put into the slap, but he still felt the hot warmth fusing from her bare ass into his palm. Adam took a small breath, cool air filling his nostrils and warming in his lungs. He lifted his hand again, and again, putting more strength into each spank as he got bolder. Her whimpers grew louder. Squeaking, the table legs scraped the linoleum every single time his hand met her pinkening flesh. A fire, internal and electrifying, seemed to surge within him at the sound and his cock hardened at the calamity of noises and sights.

The past times he attempted to spank someone were met with a look of disgust (an ex-girlfriend) or instant, screaming refusal (a summer fling with some crazy, hippie chick with pierced nipples during college). Since then, he'd had little practice.

But this time there was nothing to stop him. Adam would stop only when he wanted to, and no sooner. Sweat began to dot his forehead from the combined adrenaline and effort.

The twelfth time he brought his palm down, Sophia gave a weak shout, breaking the chain of barely audible whimpers. It was a wounded sound; a small wail dotted with vulnerability and misery. His hand stopped --as if on a mechanism-- and he realized this was what he wanted: to hear her pain, willing and unsuppressed.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, the edge on his voice softening and almost sounding normal again.

Adam's fingers traced the red imprints of his hand on her bare cheek before drifting inward, wandering to the thin fabric wrinkled over her sex. The bases of his fingertips stroked up and down along the soft folds. He lifted his hand up and saw the tips were damp, shining from the overhead light. “Are you wet Sophia?” His fingers to her sex, stroking her through the cloth, slowly- deliberately.

“Answer me,” he ordered.

 

[Loveme]

Some part of her knew that the first slap wasn't nearly all the strength that he had. He was a grown man, sure; he hadn't had hardly any experience in training a slave. But this slave knew that it would only get worse and she had been right. Each time, he lifted his hand he brought it down harder and harder on her bare ass. The stinging was becoming a present thing, no longer was it leaving after his hand had left her body.

It was hot in the room, the anxiety, the fear, the pain. It was all causing her body to become heated, causing the room to seem like it was on fire. But the matter was that it wasn't, the only thing that was hot in the room was her ass. She had began to loose count after the tenth slap, but a few more brought a weak shout to her lips. Causing her body to relax against the table, the very table that had moved several inches from the force behind his slap.

Sophia could hear his voice ringing out, her mind elsewhere. Her face was wet from tears, her hair stuck to her cheeks, as she turned to look the other way. His voice was softened, back to normal like it was when she had first met the man. The slave whimpered loudly as Adam ran his fingers over his own imprints, soon after trailing his fingers down her sex. The tips of his fingers tracing over her folds as she took a deep breath in. Holding it until she finally felt his hands moving away from her folds. When she heard his next question, she wanted so badly to ignore it.

Whimpering softly, she thought back to her days with Mr. Lindell. She was forced to like the roughness, forced to react to a mans touch. She had learned it was easier that way, to not try and hide the fact that some of it did turn her on. Spankings, was one of those things. Surely, her new master was about to find that out. She was brought back out of her day dream as she heard his voice, more stern then it had been before.

"Yes.... Yes.... It hurts and yes... I am wet...."