Decision Time: Master or Slave?

Scarlet continued reading, giving a soft moan as he played with her pussy. She could feel her arse glowing from his paddle, and she canted her hips into his hand, rubbing her wetness all over his fingers.
 
Peter Masterson

"Well, Mistress, I shall be very faithful indeed, and learning that You will be so, too, is a pleasant surprise. It makes me have hope that You truly have feelings for me, which would be something that I had one day hoped to see happen. I hope that isn't too sentimental of me, but I can't help but think of how much I admired You from afar, enjoyed how you reveled in country life, how You interacted with the family, even if You and Simon didn't always get on. He still liked You, just for the record. Just not as much as I did. He has always been the dominant, aggressive one. I have always been the romantic," Peter confessed.

"And, I do feel rescued. Thank You for that. Even knowing that You wanted to claim a Masterson, whether Simon or me, that touches me to know that You truly cared about our family, weren't just there for the income. I am curious about the 'first' part. Is that solely a mark of status or is there some hidden significance to it?" he added.
 
Simon Masterson

I could tell just how wet sweet Scarlet was and I grinned to myself as I toyed with her for a bit before smacking her bottom hard yet again. I still kept up the cunny play as I smacked her, however. I wanted to feel the actual change to being even wetter as it happened.
 
As much as she wanted to stop reading, she couldn't. So she kept on reading, stopping for a moan or a gasp, but always finding her place quickly and continued to read.
 
Simon Masterson

I continued to smack and fondle, smack and fondle, even as I listened to Scarlet's words, thinking, my God, she is truly a vision to please a man....such beauty, all in a cute, spunky package eager to satisfy and seduce me with her voice, too.
 
Scarlet kept up the reading, the moaning, and the gasping, her body getting overloaded with pain and pleasure. Yet, she kept on reading. She loved this, it was sexy and unique. Who else would get off on her reading Dumas?
 
Simon Masterson

"You're doing magnificently, love. Just keep reading to Daddy, love," I instructed you, now fingering you vigorously as I spank your bottom, deliberately confusing pain and pleasure for you even more in your mind.
 
Victoria smiled when Peter mentions the country. Living so freely always made her smile fondly.

"Those days are long past, dear heart." Victoria whispers. "However romantic is a wonderful quality."

Victoria debated about revealing the complete truth about Ambrose being told about the Masterson being sought after. Ambrose wanted to sodomize his wife's childhood sweetheart. And since she never specifically mentioned one over the other, that both of the Masterson brothers had fucked Victoria which explains her shyness in bed.

"The first is just as it is. You are my first of many aspects. First slave.. first sole purchase... first bed partner.... first lover.... first man to show the true joy of ownership.." Victoria left out first fuck..
 
Scarlet moaned and kept reading, even though it was significantly more difficult than before. But her Irish lilt kept on telling the story of poor Edmond Dantes.
 
Simon Masterson

I continued to spank your sweet, lovely bum, even while fingering your cunny and occasionally holding my fingers to my nose to inhale your scent....all the while, Scarlet kept reading to her Daddy in her lovely Irish accent.

"Damn, love, only you could turn Daddy on by reading a classic aloud!" I informed you.
 
She blushed and continued reading, after murmuring "thank you, Daddy." She no longer gasped, instead giving long, breathy moans.
 
Peter Masterson

"I had wondered how well You recalled me, Mistress. All that I knew was that You were much more than what my parents thought of You. There was a quality to You that made my heart throb every time that we met....and yes, I remember our first time. To me, it was very special, because it was my first time, too," Peter confessed.

"Yes, Mistress, You were my first as well," he blushed a little, "no one since has even compared to You."

He wasn't lying. No one else had quite the chance. He had other women in the intervening years, yes, but they weren't Her. They weren't his first love, with whom he fell in love at that early age. He kept trying to find what he had lost and finally concluded that he wouldn't have it again without her. That was a huge factor in taking that final risk and yielding himself to slavery. He had somehow known on some level that she would choose to be Mistress, not slave....but even if she had been a slave, he would have loved to serve beside her.
 
Simon Masterson

"Think that you can keep it much longer, Scarlet? Think that you can keep it up while being fucked?" I teased you, eager to hear your response.
 
"I could try," she said, moaning. She continued to read, her hips bucking eagerly into his hand and his paddle. She was horny, and damn, she needed to be fucked. "I'll do my best, Daddy," she added when she drew a breath to continue reading.
 
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Victoria chuckled. "I recall your mother calling me a heathenistic whore from gutters alley."

"First love is a far cry from the firsts we experience now. I certainly believe Simon was thrilled to interrupt us from the petting we were doing. I have no doubt my kinkers would have been tossed off the roof." Victoria chided more herself then Peter.

Her hand caresses his cheek as she gazes deeply into his eyes. "No one can stop what I intend to do this eve."
 
Peter Masterson

"Certainly not, Mistress. If You want me, I am right here for You. Whatever You wish from me, I will do it. I can't always promise to like it, but I will do it....though I get a feeling that I'm going to like this."

"And yes, I do remember that. Mother was blind. So was Simon, I think. Or rather, I think that he wanted You, but he wanted You on his terms. Not on Yours. Simon was never cut out to serve. He likes to be served instead. Oh, he isn't cold. We both know that. He's as loving as can be, but he wants to be in charge. That's just his way."

Peter then thought back to that one time...when he really learned of Simon's true nature, and shuddered. The day that he learned that his brother was bisexual. The day that Peter took Simon's cock up his arse. It had never happened again, but it had felt so good...yet so wrong. Peter felt sick at doing it and so had Simon. They both swore never to speak of it or do it again. Ever. It was a pact sworn in blood, but what if Via ever found it....
 
Simon Masterson

I slid my cock inside you, loving how you gasped as I took you and kept smacking your arse while I fucked your cunny.

"Keep reading, pet. Daddy wants to hear your sexy voice as he fucks you."
 
Scarlet kept reading, making Dantes' imprisonment a lot more sexy than it was meant to be, with her breathy moans and her occasional sigh, with the "Oh, Daddy" at the end of every other sentence.
 
Simon Masterson

I reveled in fucking you as you read to me, loving how you reacted to each stroke and each swat while you read aloud.....it was very sexy to hear your voice and the words interrupted now and then by your gasps, sighs, and moans.
 
The Count of Monte Cristo was always a very quick read for Scarlet, but this time, it pretty much flew by. She was already to the point of Dantes's escape from the Chateau d'If, urged on by her Daddy fucking her and smacking her bum.
 
Victoria grinned and thought oh you will love it and beg for it..

Victoria was about to suggest dinner when the phone rang. Victoria answers it and quickly learns of one of the businesses her husband started with Victoria's inheritance had sold and the funds were sent to her personal account. "Yes, that is fine. Finder's fee forty thousand pounds... yes... I'm selling all four of the bentleys. No I'm keeping the gold and the Italian sports car. I understand.. thank you, Your Grace."

Victoria took Peter's arm and they walked into the dining room. "The evening meal is served at a quarter to seven. Tonight you may sit at the table with the rest of the staff and converse. You will sit at my left when sitting at the table but with guests you will kneel on my right."

Dinner was a small smorgasboard. Victoria enjoyed these meals as she does a picnic. Four different meats, six veggies, three types of bread, pudding, fruits, and one large cake with purple roses.

"Welcome home Mistress " they cheered as Victoria took her seat.
 
Simon Masterson

I pounded and struck Scarlet a bit longer, giving her time to reach the end of Dantes' classic work before cumming...or before letting her cum.....

"Do not cum yet, little one. Wait for your climax until the end of the reading. Then, and only then, may you cum. That is Daddy's wish," I told her gently, but firmly.
 
Peter Masterson

Peter was truly awed by how far his Mistress had come in life, but he was also happy for her, and thrilled that she was willing to share this life with him. He just hoped that he didn't ever have to share her. It would break his heart if he had to, he was sure of it.

"Yes, Mistress," he smiled, taking exactly the spot that she required of him with pleasure.

Any place that she chose for him, he would see it as an honour, as she had thought of it for him.
 
Scarlet moaned her assent. "Yes, Daddy," she acquiesced, and continued reading about the revenge plot of the newly made Count of Monte Cristo, and the new love story that had arisen during Dantes's absence.

It took her awhile- The Count of Monte Cristo was by no means a short book, even for the time, and she was getting rather eager for that orgasm. For hers and his.
 
Simon Masterson

It was indeed a considerably long wait for the release to come, but it was worthwhile for both of us, I believed. I had pampered Scarlet as a good Daddy Dom, but at times, it was useful to remind any slave, even a baby girl one like Scarlet in her place...remind her of patience and her Daddy's power....

"Not so far until you cum, love. Your patience will be rewarded, dear," I assured her.
 
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