Their pace quickened and he stroked her clit in time to the wet smacking of their penetrating moves.
Copper fisted her hands into the mattress as she felt her explosive climax overtake her senses.
“Aaagh..” Diablo hissed, and she could feel his sperm jetting deep into her as her own orgasm caused tight clenching grabs at his pulsing cock.
After-shock shudders quivered through them both, he lay down beside her and Copper looked at him with tears of gratitude.
He kissed her cheek and rose.
She whimpered in dismay, and Diablo ran a hand through his unruly curls.
“We have a long day tomorrow, Copper.
You need to rest.”
She watched his lean, bronze back as he left her stall.
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CHAPTER X.
DISPLAYING THE TWINS
Alyssa woke up alone in Chayton’s bed and could see by the tropical colors filtering in through the open blinds, the sun was setting.
Her fingers traveled with trepidation towards the rings pierced through her pussy lips, and even the light touch was painful.
There was an unpleasant sting towards the top of her folds, but her labia were too sore to consider separating them to investigate.
She quietly rose, walked to the mirror and studied her reflection.
The rings through her nipples were pulsing in a dull pain that she could manage, and she found them intriguingly pretty.
An almost bemused look crossed her face as she realized that as a slave, she was wearing more valuable jewelry than she had ever imagined being able to afford in her old life.
The Master had not ordered her to stay in bed when she woke up, so she cautiously walked to the door joining the Master’s room with Ayden’s.
It seemed she only bathed, dressed and trained in the other room and she had a hard time considering it hers.
Quietly easing the door open, she peaked in to see Ayden curled up next to Chayton, softly snoring.
The Indian was smiling down at him and twirling a blonde lock of hair around his finger.
He looked up when the door opened and motioned her over to his side of the bed, gently pulling her down next to him.
“Are you feeling a little better?” he whispered.
She was surprised at his concern.
“Yes, Master.
I’m sore, but I’ll be all right,” she whispered back.
Alyssa inhaled his scent, interwoven with the smell of passion and sex.
“My poor Ayden was as traumatized as you were, I think.
He always sleeps when he’s upset and wants to escape.”
Chayton smiled at the man.
Alyssa could sense his deep feelings for Ayden, and a twinge of jealousy unexpectedly surfaced.
“As I recall, Master, he seemed to be distracted.”
Amused by her sarcastic tone, Chayton quietly chuckled, “Yes, well, you can distract me later.”
Alyssa closed her lips.
That is so not what I meant,
she thought.
Lying back on the pillow, she counted the ceiling tiles, lost in thought.
What was happening to her?
She had been kidnapped, whipped and assaulted by this man, and yet she was beginning to feel jealousy towards his relationship with Ayden.
The problem was, she liked Ayden as well and she wondered if what Chayton had said was true.
Was Ayden really upset about what she had gone through?
How could he stand knowing the Master whipped her?
Ayden told her it was because Chayton said she secretly enjoyed it.
That’s a load of bull,
she thought.
Then why am I getting wet thinking about it?
she wondered dismally.
Ayden stirred, and as his sleepy eyes opened he noticed her on the other side of Chayton.
The look of concern was clear on his face, and she realized he really was upset.
She felt her heart lighten.
“Come, my twins.
Let’s get cleaned up and get something to eat.”
Chayton sat up, smiling at his favorite slaves.
Ayden and Alyssa scrambled to their feet and disappeared into the bathroom.
Chayton went into his room and came back a few minutes later.
Once again, they were sitting on the window seat.
Alyssa was in a lilac slave dress and was looking out over the pool while Ayden brushed her hair.
With the tropical sunset in the background, it was a lovely picture.
They heard Chayton return and stood.
Alyssa followed Ayden’s example and got into position.
“That color is pretty on you, Alyssa.”
Chayton rubbed the material between his fingers.
“Ayden picked it out, Master.
He always chooses for me.”
Alyssa noticed Ayden had straightened a little at the Master’s compliment and it made her feel good she had given him credit.
His coddling of her sometimes drove her crazy, but she was beginning to understand how important these mundane chores were to him and she decided it was not that much of a sacrifice to make him happy.
The cook had been instructed to leave sandwiches this evening.
Chayton did not know how Alyssa and Rene would be feeling, so he decided to cancel their more formal dinner.
Ayden and Alyssa followed behind their Master to the kitchen, and they each grabbed a sandwich before heading to the recreation room.
Brazil and Ramone were playing pool, Terrant was reading and Helo, with Rene kneeling on the floor beside him, was watching a movie.
Rene still had traces of tears on her face.
When Chayton walked in, all the slaves stood in position and Helo roughly pulled Rene up.
“Go back to what you were doing, boys.”
Chayton led Ayden and Alyssa to an oversized leather chair.
Alyssa knelt down and placed her hands behind her back.
“Relax time, Alyssa.
You may break position.”
She was unsure of what that meant and looked at Ayden.
He had crossed his legs and was using his hands to eat so she copied him.
Chayton smiled as he watched her follow Ayden’s lead.
Helo left the room with Rene.
Alyssa watched the pool game while she ate, thinking about her teammates.
Where were they?
The only one she had seen was Sandi.
She glanced up at Terrant and noticed he had returned to his book, but there was anger in his eyes.
Alyssa vowed never to forgive him for his part in her kidnapping.
“Brazil, how are things going with Helo and Rene?” Chayton saw the unease cross the men’s faces.
“Is there something I should know about?”
He had noticed Terrant’s reaction when Helo had left the room earlier.
Terrant tried to sink back into his book as Brazil answered, “You should discuss it with Helo, Master.
We’re not exactly sure what’s going on.”
Chayton caught Brazil’s quick glance at Terrant and knew he could have pressed for more information, but decided against it as he had just promoted Helo and it would make things uncomfortable for his subordinates to be discussing him.
He would talk to him later.
Chayton stood, and Ayden and Alyssa fell in behind him.
When they reached the bedroom door, Chayton told them to prepare for bed.
“What do you think’s going on?” Alyssa asked as soon as the door closed.
“Terrant waited a little too long to make his move, is my guess,” Ayden supplied.
“I thought Helo liked Sandi, um, Rene,” she corrected herself.
“I think he liked the ‘thought’ of Rene.
He didn’t put claiming rings on her today.
Chayton noticed it, too.
Helo has always preferred men, and I don’t see Rene making him happy.
I think he was lonely.
Terrant was playing stupid games to get his attention, but Helo’s direct and never figured out Terrant was interested in him.
I think he was going to approach Helo when they got back from Vegas, but he was already given Rene,” Ayden explained.
“What do you think is going to happen?” Alyssa asked.
“It depends how attached Helo is to her, but my guess is he’ll end up with Terrant.
I don’t know where that will leave Rene, probably the auction coming up.”
Ayden could see the distress in Alyssa’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, Alyssa, but it wouldn’t be right to lie to you about it.”
Ayden walked over and hugged her.
“I hate this place.
It’s so unfair,” she wailed.
“Life’s unfair anywhere, not just this place.
There’s a balance here and none of us know when we’re going to tip the scales.”
He was holding her when Chayton walked back into the room.
Alyssa’s back was to the door and she did not see him shake his head at Ayden.
Rene would be leaving.
“Alyssa, did you use the antiseptic?” Chayton asked.
She turned around.
“Yes Master.
It burns,” she muttered.
“Then it’s working,” he chuckled.
“Into my room.”
Ayden and Alyssa went into the big room and Ayden took her hand, pulling her to kneel by the bed while they waited for Chayton.
“Will you ask him?
Please.”
“Shh.
No.
Let things take their course and don’t get involved,” Ayden quickly whispered.
Chayton returned and got into bed, patting the space on either side of him.
Ayden and Alyssa climbed in beside him and he gave a brief kiss to both of them and said, “Sleep.
It’s been a long day.”
Alyssa rolled onto her side away from him.
Sometime during the night she had turned back in her sleep and lay facing Ayden, both with their heads on Chayton’s chest and his strong arms around them.
They slept with Ayden’s hands hidden beneath the covers and Alyssa’s little fists curled up on Chayton’s chest.
Some of his long black hair had wound around one of her hands.
When Chayton woke up, he looked down on his sleeping twins.
His hands started trailing through their hair and Ayden looked up sleepily, smiling at him.
His hand lightly stroked his Master’s velvet cock into hardness and Chayton closed his eyes and sighed.
Alyssa pouted, shuffling with their movement and climbed further onto Chayton’s warm chest.
Ayden leaned over and kissed her gently, and sucked her pouting lower lip into his mouth.
She began waking up in protest, pushing away from her resting place on Chayton’s chest.
“Are we a little cranky this morning?’’ Chayton said softly.
Alyssa froze, remembering her surroundings, and she opened her eyes to see Ayden inches away.
“I’m tired,” she announced nervously and started to roll over.
Chayton tightened his arm around her.
“You’ve had plenty of rest,” he stated calmly, and he felt her heart rate increase.
“Time to ‘distract’ me, Alyssa.”
The shock of the past few days had dimmed with her first restful night.
The frightening events finally registered in anger as much as fear, and Alyssa struggled in earnest to get away from them.
“Stop that, Alyssa.”
“Let me go.”
She tried to extricate herself from the strong arm holding her, and her hands worked at prying his fingers off her waist.
Chayton was amused as he watched her little fingers try to remove his grip, and she frowned up at him angrily.
Ayden lay back on Chayton’s chest, looking on in silence knowing better than to interfere.
“Alyssa, stop that,” Chayton he repeated.
“I said, let me go,” Alyssa said defiantly.
“I don’t want to be on your stupid island.”
The piercings were throbbing again and she wanted to be left alone.
She kicked out at Chayton’s thigh and he rolled towards her.
Ayden sat up, watching as Chayton grabbed her hands.
He pulled them behind her and locked the links together.
Alyssa was furious.
Chayton now had her pinned beneath one of his muscular legs and her arms secured behind her back.
She struggled a few seconds more, and then lay still.
“I can’t do this.
Let me go,” she demanded.
Her resolve was crumbling with her futile resistance.
“Bad girl, Alyssa,” Chayton murmured in her ear.
Alyssa could feel traitorous dampness leaking from her channel at his threatening deep voice.
Her arousal at being bound and helpless confused her, and as much as she wanted to deny it, she already felt the slight shudder of anticipated spasms.
Worse, she knew the Master could feel her response against the muscled thigh thrown across her bare mound.
“Why do you fight so?”
He reached a tapered finger down her moist folds and smiled at the evidence of her desire, and with deliberate strokes, he continued to spread her juices.
As his finger rolled over her clit, she gasped and fought to move away.
He took her chin, turning her head so he could watch her eyes filling with angry tears.
“You still deny your need?”
Alyssa could not think, not with his penetrating dark eyes studying her shame so closely, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
The heat between her legs was becoming more demanding, and she squirmed against him as he continued to stroke her.
The fear and anger were melting and her face began to relax, her breath quickening.
At some point, she had stopped pressing her thighs together and started moving her hips, trying to get his fingers to fill her empty, clenching channel.
Chayton leaned down, and she felt his warm full lips press against her slightly open, panting mouth.
His tongue plunged in time to her quivering breaths as he continued to move along her sex.
His hand released her jaw and wrapped around the top of her head, softly brushing her hair as she answered his kiss.