Voluntary Surrender of Rights Ch. 06

"You will need to buy me..." Cecilia said weakly.

"I already did. That bookie who wanted you to pay for not throwing a race is out. That stable you raced for is done too." Greg answered.

"How long?"

"Thirty six hours, you're damn tough."

"I don't want that again."

"Good. You'll get it again though, every time you give me shit."

Cecilia nodded. She knew he would.

"Do I call you master?"

"Gregory is fine, my lord if you like, definitely my lord in Britain. My uncle likes you. He showed you my bothy. Turn over."

Cecilia struggled but did. She was lying in the middle of the bed and Greg slipped onto it following her. He was naked, Cecilia liked what she saw. The scars included, he had been through a lot and she knew she was not going to be able to get away with anything with Greg in charge. She was surprised as Greg started massaging from her feet.

"You don't need to bother with foreplay."

"I'm not. You were quite clear about what you want and need while you were out. Some interesting details... No, I'm tending my property."

She lay still feeling her feet being massaged and then the massage moving up her legs. She had not known shins could be massaged but they felt fantastic when Greg moved up.

"Your one big worry, the money, not your problem. What is your problem is that you are my most valuable property. That means I will watch you and watch over you very carefully."

She wondered what she had said while delirious. She had vague memories of Greg and talking in dimmer light than they had now. This while Greg massaged up her thighs and then her mons. It was a shock for her to realize that Greg had shaved her pubic hair while she had been out.

"Did you?"

"Take you? No. I want you to be awake for that, and you will feel it for longer than you were out."

"You know?"

"Yes, no you did not tell me, I knew before, when I was thinking about getting you into an uncover job. I kept tabs on you."

"That asshole said he wanted experience then went at my sister."

"I don't." Greg said getting to her breasts.

Cecilia was a little ashamed of them, she wore an A cup bra, barely. She wondered what Greg would think but was afraid to ask. Small breasts were part of what had made her a competitive jockey though, less weight and better balance on a horse.

"Small breasts are fantastic, you have the same number of nerves as big ones but they are closer together so your feelings are more intense." He said as he massaged.

She had never had a full frontal massage before and this was just fantastic. She closed her eyes and bit her lip at the pleasure coursing through her as she felt he nipples erect and emotions release at the attention. Then Greg moved on massaging neck, face, and ears. Cecilia was on the verge of sleep when she snapped awake.

"Spread your legs Slave, now!" Greg ordered.

Cecilia opened her legs without protest, she was staring up at Greg; he was all she could see. Her stomach was doing flip flops as she watched him take position and realized that she was about to be deflowered. Thoughts rushed through her mind as she felt his penis rubbing up and down her slit. Her thoughts were around why she was nearly twenty and still a virgin.

She had not stayed a virgin by being retiring and reclusive. She had known she was full of crap since she was twelve and had known that she would need a master to break her in as her feral nature came out on horses when she started riding. She had actively gone to look for such a man when she left home at sixteen to start racing professionally. The man who got his dick stapled to his trousers had come close to being her master. Greg had shown no interest in her when he was looking to recruit her to work undercover in England. Bu when she saw him riding in those steeple chases she knew he was her master. That he had been involved with Veronica had been a help, but he had been devoted to her. This meant he would be a good master to her. She had proved Greg was her master to herself in the dungeon when she stood and willingly took his whipping. She hoped he would be hard, even brutal, when he took her, she wanted no doubt that she was taken and mastered. Then she felt her hymen tearing and screamed out in fulfilled, ecstatic agony.

Greg was not gentle as he took Cecilia. He drew back as soon as he reached full depth and thrust as hard as he could. Cecilia's first scream had been music to his ears, her second breathless whimper was even better. He paused then to let her know she was now in the hands of her master. When she open her eyes he drew back and thrust again. She yelled out a joyous laugh and wrapped her arms around him. Having an orgasm was not important to her, satisfying him was.

She did satisfy her master but not before she felt a mind bending orgasm. As her muscles tightened around Gregory her mind flew back to Scotland. In Gregory's uncle's castle was a private wing where the old man stayed. Among the trophies taken from vanquished enemies through history was his greatest work. A salute to the most recent vanquished enemy in the clan's history, a woman. Her master had caught something of the woman's nature in the piece as he showed her through all her ages. Cecilia had gone to speak to the woman, also a feral woman who had come hunting the heirlooms Gregory guarded. He had destroyed her career as an academic, an expert in ancient languages and historian, and she loved him passionately for it. She understood as her second orgasm hit that Gregory loved wild things, and he had seen his mistake in Veronica. Veronica was tough but not feral.

Cecilia lay still on her back after Gregory exploded semen into her and held him on top of her while he rested. She felt all her pains and was aware of how alive she felt. She knew something else too from her racing and she needed to tell him. As Gregory started moving she whispered into his ear.

"My lord, own me or let me go; please."

Greg looked down at Cecilia and saw her need. She had been shunted from family member to family member since her mother died when a customer was unhappy and beat her to death. He understood that she loved the same way she raced, all in or not at all. She needed the same.

"I will never let you go little one. I have taken you as my slave and my wife. Forget something though, you will never get a holiday from me."