Two Worlds Collide (An Erotic Spanking Book) (8 page)

He
loved me. I saw it in his eyes while he held as we waited for us to
be magically dry.

When
we were, he reached back, grabbed my hairbrush and started in
grooming me. He had to move to stand behind me. I moment later he
moved me in front of the mirror so I was facing it. I got the
impression that he wanted to see my breasts while he did that. I
blushed a little and watched him. A happier man had never lived. I
wished he was my husband. I wanted to keep him forever.

He
laid the brush down. I ran my hand through my thick brown hair. It
was so much healthier and softer than it had ever been. Even I liked
to touch it. I picked up a lock and held its softness to my cheek. I
had probably made a very satisfactory pillow for him last night.

He
took my hand and pulled me out to the bedroom. I watched him get
dressed. He spoke with his intercom as he did this. I was just
disappointed that he was covering himself up, hiding his beautiful
body.

The
doors of our room opened and a slave woman walked in. I jumped
surprised that that could happen. She was carrying leather skins.
Aide, as I was calling him in my head, took them from her. That name
made sense to me. I sounded like the word – aid; to help, perhaps
even rescue. The name fit him. He said something and the doors
closed. The naked woman was still in here with us.

He
brought the leather skins to me. First he looked at the skins and
then at me. He talked to the woman and it sounded like she was giving
him instructions. He dived the skins into two. I realized what they
were. They were clothes. One was a floor length skirt and the other
was a bodice. He put the skirt on me first. He held it out so I could
step into it. The material was softer than silk. He tied it up with
laces in the back. Next came the bodice. He was having lots of
trouble with that. The woman explained and explained until I gently
laid my hand on his arm.

He
looked in my eyes and smiled. I put my arm in and turned so he could
help me with the other arm. He did up the laces in the front. I had
to lift up my breasts so it would close. It was very tight and soft.
It gave me a feeling like he was cupping my breasts. I got a feeling
like he should remove my clothes and kick the woman out so we could
play in bed some more.

Once I
was dressed he took my hand and we left the room. The naked woman
stayed behind. He walked me proudly down halls. I was the only woman
who was dressed. I hadn't seen any yesterday and none today. Maybe
the other women from yesterday would be dressed today too. We went
into the dining hall. All the others were there already. One of the
women was missing. It was the one who sat next to me. Her man was
there but she wasn't. I wondered what to make of that.

The
men seemed to be congratulating my Aide. He beamed with pride as he
looked at me. I smiled back lovingly. He sat on his chair and I
automatically sat down on his lap. He gave me my goblet and I drank.
When it was empty he took it so it could be refilled. He set it down
and picked up a bowl and stuck his finger in it and held it up to me.

I
looked deeply into his eyes and then sucked his finger clean. I felt
a bulge growing under me. He quickly got me more to eat. He didn't
smile at me instead he looked at me very seriously. I decided to be
good. I couldn't help him relieve his bulging penis at the moment so
I should try not to make him uncomfortable. The problem was that this
dress was having an aphrodisiac effect on me. It was so tight on my
breasts. I looked down and saw that my nipples had formed hard peeks.
I longed to undo the laces and take out a breast and offer it to him
so suck on.

He saw
where my eyes were looking and followed my gaze. His bulge grew under
me. He gave me more food. I could hear that the others were all
eating too. I only had eyes for him. He didn't talk to the others
either. Instead he fed us until I pointed for my water. He quickly
grabbed it and brought it to my lips. He tenderly held my goblet so I
could drink. I felt the others stare at us. I looked around and
notice that the others didn't have anything to drink not even Aide. I
tucked that information away to ponder on in the future.

He was
waiting with my next finger full of food. I sucked it greedily from
his finger. His serious look returned and his bulge must be painful
for him. I wanted to apologize but before I could he snapped his
finger and someone cleared away our dishes. Once they were gone he
picked me up and laid me down on the table on my back. He was opening
his pants. Was he was going to have me right in front of everyone at
the table? He lifted up my skirt and folded it over my stomach. I was
scared. I stuck a finger inside of me and pulled it out wet. He
smiled and said something to everyone. The men laughed.

I was
horrified that he was doing this to me. His penis filled me. I was
too shocked to do anything, even to move. He grabbed my hips and
pulled me back and forth on his penis while he stood straight with
his head thrown back a little like he had in the bathtub. He moved
his hand so his thumb was on that juncture in between my legs,
undoing me. My hands flew to his wrists. I moaned in pleasure and
forgot the others in the room watching us. Our bodies loved each
other with a need that made us forget everything around us, just
concentrating on each other. He was even bucking wildly into me. I
was moaning and enjoying it, taking what he was giving me. I called
out his name again as I came. He followed right behind me. I wrapped
my arms around him protectively. He whispered into my ear and
answered him. “I love you, too,” I whispered into his ear.

A
serving woman appeared with a bowl and a green and blue sponge. He
took it from her still inside of me. He set the bowl down and slowly
pulled out of me. I reached for him in protest. I was red faced with
embarrassment but still it saddened me to lose our closeness.

He
washed himself. I closed my knees at an attempt of modesty. Aide
shook his head and I slowly reopened my legs for him. He cleaned me
up very lovingly, pulled my skirt down and pulled me up to standing.
He sat down and I went to his lap without being told. I buried my
face in his chest until I heard heavy breathing. I looked and saw two
others couples also making love. I looked up at him, smiled and
blushed. We had set off an orgy. He turned me so I could watch. He
watched too. Everyone was. I looked at the women faces and noticed
that they weren't making love as we had. The men were having sex with
them. Their was a big difference. The women weren't enjoying this
like I had once I had forgotten that others were there. They couldn't
forget it. They looked around the room with frightened eyes to see
who was watching them this way. I had only looked in his eyes. I was
filled with a sadness for them. I leaned into Aide. He held me tight.
I once again had a feeling that he could understand me. I raised my
right hand up to cup his face. He turned his head so he could kiss
the palm of my hand. He took my hand in his and he cuddled against
it.

The
men almost seemed to be in a contest with each other. One of the
women was crying as he worked over her. Her man had his eyes on the
other woman and not on his wife's as he should. I knew that Aide had
kept his eyes on me because I had kept mine on his.

I was
glad when the show was over. I relaxed a little. But then the woman
who had cried got turned over her man's knees after he had cleaned
her. He spanked her brutally. She screamed out how much she hated him
and everything about him. She bit, scratched and pounded her fists at
him. He took it as if he couldn't feel it at all.

I
believed her that she hated him. I buried my head again and Aide
didn't make me watch. I guess he figured I didn't need to learn her
lesson. With the others he had wanted me to learn not to do what the
other women had done, thus saving me a spanking.

Finally
breakfast was over. He stood me up and my hand reached out to him. He
took it and he led me out of the room.

We
were going someplace new. He went into a huge room with another
throne in it. He sat and I sat on his knees. His arm wrapped around
my waist and pulled me closer. I laid my arms around his neck. A line
of people had already started building up. They were going to their
leader with their problems. Men as well as naked women were lined up
waiting for his attention.

The
first one came forward, trying not to stare at me but not being able
to take his eyes off of me. I had to wonder if it was because of my
mere presence or was it because of the clothes that I was wearing. He
spoke and Aide listened and asked questions. The line behind this man
was long but Aide took his time.

My
mind wondered back to the women who had been raped at breakfast. One
couldn't call it anything else. Had I been raped too? I didn't fight
him. If I had then it would have been rape. Would he have stopped if
I had fought him? He had always been very careful not to hurt me when
he took me. Only the deflowering had truly hurt me. I didn't think he
would have hurt me that way. He would have readied me to take him,
making me mindless with need.

The
others weren't as close to their men as I was. They had been picked
out of a lineup, not very romantic. I had been saved from certain
death. Did that have something to do with it? Was I suffering from
Stockholm syndrome? Did it matter if it made me happy? Should I have
put up a better fight? Would I regret what had happened?

I
snuggled in closer to him and laid my head on his chest. Thinking
about fighting him and being away from him had made me feel sad. If I
honestly did have Stockholm syndrome then I was happy, so what did it
matter? I felt safe with him. I let my eyes close. We hadn't slept
much last night.

I woke
up in my bed alone. I looked around for him. “Aide,” I called out
to him. My eyes darted over to the wall that held the bathroom behind
it. It was closed and it was always open when we were in it. I got up
and looked around for him. He wasn't in the living room either.

I had
to go to the bathroom. I went and stood in front of the door. I
figured the intercom person was listening maybe I could get lucky. I
tried to say what he always did to no avail.

“Open
sesame.” Nothing. I was getting desperate.

“I
have to go to the bathroom, please open up.” The door opened. It
took me a moment to believe what had happened. I went in and went to
the bathroom. I enjoyed the privacy.

Great
now onto the next problem. How was I going to flush?

“Flush,
please.” I called out. It did. They had programmed the things in
here to listen to me too. I liked that. It could only mean that I was
going to be here awhile.

I
washed my hands and brushed my hair. A smile began to grow on my
face. I could finish it in under a minute but Aide would need at
least five.

I went
out and sat on the sofa, arranging my skirt so it fell prettily
around me. I wanted to look nice for him when he came in. Perhaps the
intercom would call him, telling him I was awake. He didn't show up
and I wasn't used to not doing anything so I grabbed my laptop and
turned some music on and sang along with it. It felt good to
understand what was being said or in this case sung. I listened to
sad songs because I felt a little lonely without him.

I
decided to start a journal. I probably wasn't allowed to write on my
computer but he wouldn't know what I was up to. I typed in everything
that had happened to me and how I felt about it and how I was feeling
at the moment.

I sang
and typed, feeling pretty happy even though I was separated from
Aide. I finished and looked around. He was laying on the bed. I
closed my computer and the music stopped. He sat up and looked at me.

He was
here. That was why I wasn't so sad anymore. I quickly went to him and
sat down next to him, laughing at my own belief that his presence
alone had the power to control my moods. How silly was I going to
get?

He
said something. I shook my head and raised my shoulders. Trying to
show him that I didn't understand.

He got
up and went to my computer. He brought it back to me.

I
guessed he wanted to hear more music. I started it and looked for
something romantic. I didn't have that much romantic music, having
been single up until now. That made me smile. I wasn't single
anymore. I started the same music as before and smiled at him. The
music filled the air.

He
looked at me so intently. He had wanted something else. His
fingertips slowly reached for my throat. Like when we had practiced
each other's names. He wanted me to sing along.

Oh,
this could get embarrassing. I wasn't that bad of a singer but also
not that great. But he had already heard me singing, when I hadn't
realized that he was here.

Here
goes nothing, I thought. I sang and he listened and smiled. He still
had his fingertips on my throat. I sang him a couple of songs. Then I
closed my laptop.

He
looked a little mad. I pet my throat to show him that it would hurt
me to go on singing. I put my fingertips on his throat, wanting to
hear him sing too. I smiled at him encouragingly.

He
shook his head.

My
head tilted to the side. I was disappointed. I had sung for him. I
wouldn't understand what he was singing anyway. Couldn't he sing?

He
grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him again. I got more stares in
the hallway. I almost had a feeling the people were bowing at both of
us and not just him.

I
smiled to myself, thinking clothes made the man, or in my case the
woman. I was the only woman dressed here. I wouldn't have believed it
yesterday but today I felt silly this way. I didn't like sticking out
like this. I hoped some of the other women would also have clothes
soon. I wondered what I had done to earn them or had I gotten them
because he was the leader, captain or whatever of this ship?