02. Attraction

His hand slid over the length, caressing it softly as he dipped into his own world. The contact ran up and down his hard cock, pleasuring him as he closed his eyes and let the satisfaction control his body. Before long he was panting as the speed picked up. This was what she would do. She would caress his manhood with soft hands and pleasure him with expert precision. She would know to breathe lightly in his ear and give him the sound of her fake orgasm. He would know it was fake, but the games made it all the sweeter. He would try to speak, but as soon as his mouth was open she would slide her tongue inside, silencing him. As she presses her naked body against his own, she grinds her perfect tits and erect nipples over his own, sweating body.

'Oh, Lawrence,' she would fake, sighing out in pleasure and letting groans of attempts of sexual control escape her. 'Harder,' she whispers as she picks up the pace. 'Deeper,' she moans as she clenches a tighter grip.

He moans, his eyebrows furrowing in aching pleasure and his breath turning uneven. She knows just what he wants from her. She hoists her leg over his own and grinds her wet cunt over his leg. A reminder of her satisfaction, the way he's pleasured her body to perfection every time. Her other hand takes his and guides it up to her breast. He squeezes, enjoying the way she's begging for his touch. Twisting an erect nipple in his fingertips, she cries out. This one isn't fake. It hurts, but he knows that she loves it.

'Cum,' she whispers and takes his body off guard. She speeds up and makes her breathing harder. Moaning in his ear, she pleasures him harder until he can't take it anymore.

'Ungh... Keye!' He cries out before it all ends.

Opening his eyes he notices the mess he has made. Sure, masturbating over thoughts of his father's slave wasn't right, but it was simply exquisite. Three days earlier he had been told she was to be his very own slave, and this was the fourth time he'd cummed over her since. It was simply too good to feel real. Six years she had served his father and in that time he had seen her only six times, every Christmas. He awaited the day every year, just to see her tight ass move as she walked. He would imagine fucking her a million times on that day, imagine her pleading to him to let her cum or picture her writhing as he pounds her slight of a body. She was the perfect sexual vehicle, something he was looking forward to riding.

But of course, his father has to destroy all of the fantasies. He would complain about her, but back up her long service with an excuse of good cleaning. Apparently, she did everything wrong.

Lawrence lay back on the bed, the effect of the fucking Keye, wearing off. To feel such a tight cunt around his cock was heavenly. His father's warning then thunderered through his ears. He ignored such thoughts and replayed the entire thing in his head. Despite her pathetic attempts to kill him and the way she would constantly fight him to simply annoy him, she was one hell of a good fuck. Her attempts to fight the pleasure she couldn't help and the concept of her first time pleased him. She was annoying, bratty, rude and sarcastic, but it was all worth the pleasure. And he knew, that wasn't the only time he was going to fuck her. He could have her whenever he wanted, do her wherever he pleased and would easily get away with abusing her along the way. In fact, it was as though she was constantly asking for it.

Of course, that was his favourite part about it, the pain she suffered. He liked to see her flinch in pain and bleed in silence. He knew his father before him took the advantage of her ability to take a beating. Lawrence smiled at the thought. The image of the knife slowly slicing through her skin, marking a deep gorge in her arm and painting her skin with blood. The feel of her skin dug in with nails, so soft, so smooth, so breakable. And biting into her shoulder, feeling her muscles tense and her heart race. Pain was a wonderful thing when you weren't feeling it.

Then he thought of her body's aching desire to explode with pleasure. She'd shuddered as he entered her; her entire body stilling and relaxing. She probably couldn't understand that an orgasm was something her body felt, and it was simply her own body's reaction to him. Lawrence imagined she felt sick, guilty and dirty for loving it so much, a thought that made him smile.

His heavenly thoughts were interrupted with a phone ringing. He let it ring for a few moments before rolling his eyes and grabbing the reciever.

'Yes?' He muttered, irritated.

'Lawrence, I'm staying in Portugal for a bit longer than I had earlier thought. The project has been extended and I have to stay on board. There is a lot of money in this for me.'

'You said you were only going to be a week.'

'It's a month now.'

Lawrence smiled, almost laughing to himself but holding back.

'Very well, father,' he replied, a huge smirk curling over his lips. 'I can work here, if you let me use your study.'

'I don't know, Lawrence, she...' he stopped, thinking. 'You can use the study, son, but keep her out of there.'

'Of course, father.'

He hung up, and instantly his mind was on fucking Keye in the study. He would crush her against the wall, sliding an erection into her. He would fuck her everywhere imaginable in the study. On the desk, against the bookshelves, on the floor and out on the balcony. Yes, that was his favourite image. He would fuck her as the skin on her naked back and ass would grind against the concrete, tearing as she moved.

Another interruption to his thoughts as there was a polite knock on the door.

'What is it?' He asked as Keye stepped in. She was fully clothed again, wearing dark jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. He was really going to have to restock her wardrobe if he were to stay for a month. 'You realise that someone in your line of work is supposed to stay out of sight and out of mind unless I want you?'

Of course, the latter she could not do anything about. 'I realise that, master, I was simply wondering if you desired the same diet as your father.'

'No,' he answered. 'I do not want you to provide me with food three nights of the week, which I will tell you of the day before. Tomorrow I am leaving to get some ingredients and new clothes. Today I will have my father's usual but other days I will want a roast on a Sunday along with a fish dish, a pasta dish and a rice dish every other day. I want either a coke or a vodka lemonade other days. I will let you decide when. Got it? Good. Now leave.'

'Yes, master,' she said, bowing slightly before leaving the room. Lawrence instantly caught sight of her ass as she left the room and smirked. She truly was his.

An hour later Lawrence left the bedroom, making his way towards the study. Outside, Keye walked past and he turned to her. 'Do not interrupt me,' he said. She replied with her usual, 'yes, master' before turning the corner. He stepped into the room and glanced around; he had been in here before. Bookcases covering the walls, a fax machine, telephone and printer sitting in the corner to the right of the entrance. The large desk sat at the other end of the long room, the leather bound seat with it's back to the large balcony. He unlocked the french sliding doors and walked out into the fresh air. The balcony was bordered with a stone fence of a sort, pillars holding up a waist tall banister. Down below ensured certain death despite it only being the second floor. The balcony overlooked a thick forest, with only nature in sight. This was the back of the very large building and it was one of many in the neighbourhood.

Lucian worked as one of the leading men in running the McDonalds franchise, though Lawrence had personally hated the place all his life. He, himself worked as a web designer. He considered it to be an easy job which handed him large paycheques and a lot of free time. Despite his father living in the most secluded area of Poole, Lawrence lived to the east, in London. He didn't have a slave of his own at home, he found no need as he lived in a small apartment that needed little care and only really fit one person.

He thought of what to do. All of his work was completed and he could smell the food from the kitchen. He exited the study, locking the door behind him as he toured the house. He remembered most of it, but had forgotten of the pool at the back of the building. The media room on the third floor. The bathroom on the second floor housing a jacuzzi and mini sauna. The huge garage with three BMWs and a mini cooper. The gym in the basement with technology of the highest quality. He was starting to dread the end of his holiday here. Everything was perfect.

By now he had guessed that the food was ready and made his way into the dining room. As soon as he stepped in, Keye entered, placing a plate of homemade lasagne with a side of potato wedges and a variety of vegetables.

'You are not to eat tonight,' he said as he began to devour the food before him. 'Or any other night for that matter. Not until you lose two inches from your waist. I have organised a hairdresser to trim your hair and some products for your skin and eyes. You shall look a lot better next week.'

'Yes, master,' she answered, nodding. He could tell she was hungry and smirked at her lack of argument. He presumed his father had destroyed her self image early on and doubted she would protest to any cracks about her looks.

'Just a reminder,' Lawrence muttered. 'I've fucked plenty of girls in the street, girls with other owners and even girls who made it into filming. So don't ever think of yourself as someone significant. You're just another female I can fuck, only this time it will be again and again.'

She nodded, barely damaged by the hit.

It was now an hour before midnight and Lawrence had been up all night watching television. He knew that he couldn't carry on this lack of activity for a whole month and knew he would have to do something to get out of the house. He flicked through the channels, extremly bored when he saw a girl with brunette hair, reminding him of Keye. He switched off the television and stood, heading for the basement. He found Keye getting changed by the benches and approached her when she had just finished dressing. He sat down in front of her before pointing his finger down to gesture her position. She obidiently knelt before him as he brought out his shaft. He pulled her closer as she placed both of her hands either side of him, onto the bench. She seemed to completely understand him, and was almost waiting for this. Her body was sweaty from the workout and the clothes clung to her body.

Lawrence released her hair before grabbing her head and forcing her mouth around his cock. She took the full length, caressing with her toungue, suckling lightly and running her lips over the entirety. 'Ah...' he sighed, feeling the release of her perfect lips. He clenched a tighter grip on her hair and pulled her closer. He placed his other hand over hers, digging in with his nails as she slid her tongue over the head of his cock. He couldn't help but thrust his hips, almost fucking her mouth. She really was amazing with her mouth. As she sped the pleasure built, causing a tighter grip as he forced his member down her throat. He noticed the lack of struggling and was pleased to realise she had no gag reflex. That was reason enough to keep a girl for six years.

He bit his lip, writhing, before telling her to slow down. She dipped into a slow, repetative motion, calming the blowjob. 'Oh, shit...' he breathed, realising he couldn't put off the climax any longer. He told her to speed again as he felt it build. He had to fight the urge to cry out her name as he cummed, his load shooting into her mouth. He let a long sigh release him as he leant back and closed his eyes for a moment. He then looked down at Keye, awaiting instructions.

'Swallow,' he ordered and she gulped down the contents of her mouth, standing to her feet. 'I can see why my father kept you for so long.'

'Thank you, master,' she answered, knowing the right response to everything. 'I am glad I could... satisfy your needs.'

'Glad to hear it,' he smirked, knowing that she didn't mean a word of it. He laughed to himself before leaving the basement and heading off to bed.

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