Kara's Request

“What’s next?” He joked. “The cuffs?”

“Maybe…” Kara seemed thoughtful. “Richard… I have a favour to ask.”

“A favour?”

“Um, yes. Well, a theory really.”

She was flushed, her face was red and she stammered as she spoke. She plunged ahead, the words nearly tumbling over each other in their haste to reach her mouth.

“I want you to be my master.”

“What?” he looked at her as if she’d gone crazy. “Look miss, I’m not anyone’s master. Never was, never will be. That’s not me.”

“Don’t you want me?”

She ran one hand across her chest, caressing her breasts, her fingers curling about her nipples in a way that made him catch his breath.

“More than you know,” he admitted. “And if you want to sleep together, we can. Believe me, I’d like nothing better right now. But I’m not your master. I’m not gonna be your master.”

“I need one…” She said, The tone of her voice was wistful, and it sparked a certain curiosity.

“What do you mean? The conditioning?”

Kara nodded.

“I think I might have figured out a way around it. At least a little bit. I need a master for now. I can’t avoid that. But it doesn't have to be the same one. Because you interrupted me before, my training was complete. The final imprinting of my owner wasn’t done yet. If you finish my training, I could imprint on you instead. And then you’d be able to tell me what to do.”

Heat spread through his body, lust and arousal surging like a god. Part of him wanted it so much. Having a girl like Kara at his command? Able to do anything he wanted? What guy wouldn’t be tempted?

But Richard clung on. He knew the difference between fantasy and reality. Mercenary, sellsword, troublemaker. Yeah, he’d cop to those. But he wasn’t a slaver.

“If you don’t,” Kara said slowly. “My original master will still have control of me. If they see me, or I can hear them, I’ll have to obey their orders no matter what they are. I…I don’t want to go back, Richard. I don’t want to be their toy. I…I like you. I like you a lot. You’re nice and you’re strong and you look like you could help me and keep me safe. I know it’s not fair to ask. Believe me, if I could figure out any other way, I would! But I need you right now. Please, please, please be my master.”

Silence lingered in the wake of her words. A thousand and one thoughts flooded his head. Could he do it? Was he willing? If he did, what did he open the door to? What did he become?

But if he didn’t, what was he making Kara face? He was leaving her in the power of whoever had put her in the box in the first place.

He cursed, first to himself and then out loud.

“Damnit! I never could ignore a lady in trouble. Fine. I’ll be your master. But only until you find a way out properly, do you hear me? Not a minute longer.”

Kara smiled, a brightness coming over her face as she nodded.

“Of course, of course! So here is how it works. I was being trained in the box. Imprinted with my commands. But I don’t think the training is officially complete until I graduate. That’s when the final imprint is taken and set. If I graduate with you and not my original master…”

“Then that’s who your conditioning says should be in charge of you,” Richard nodded. “How do you graduate?”

“Um, well, there are two things that we need to do. The first is that I need those piercings.”

“The ones for-”

“M-my nipples, yeah. I need to be wearing them. They complete the set and start the graduation. The next part is….”

Her voice trailed off, her face growing even more red.

“I need you to use me.”

“You wanna say that again?”

“Um, it doesn’t have to go all the way! But we need to do something sexual together. To trigger the final imprint.”

“Of course,” Richard sighed. But the thought did make him excited. All day now, he’d been with Kara, this naked girl. Drop dead gorgeous, and all the talk of masters and obedience had turned him on for sure. As long as she was for it too, why not?

But first, the piercing.

“You sure about that?”

“It’s the only way. I need you to do it.”

“It’s gonna hurt.”

“Maybe not as much as you think. Um, the conditioning again. But you should restrain me just to be safe.”

“Just to be safe?” He raised an eyebrow at that. “And no other reason at all?”

“I can’t possibly think of one, can you?”

“A reason that a guy might like to have a girl all tied up and helpless right in front of him? You know, I can’t think of any reason I’d want that either.”

Richard was smiling now. He couldn’t resist. Kara’s joy was infectious, and part of him wanted to laugh. Was this really happening? It felt like a dream!

But he reminded himself it was deadly serious.

Kara spun, crossing her wrists behind her back.

“Okay, use the cuffs.”

Richard didn’t ask if she was sure. He stepped forward again, feeling her body so close. His hand caressed her thigh, fingers skittering up the nylon covering. Kara gave a small moan. His other hand brushed against her breast again. This time, there was no way to even pretend it was accidental.

Her nipple felt hard. It was pink, a nice, soft colour. His finger twined around it, rubbing and caressing it until she was shivering.

He grabbed the cuffs, locking them around her wrists, and binding her arms behind her back. He spun her then. His eyes drinking in the sight of her body. The corset, the nylon tights, the ginger curls of her hair and her emerald eyes.

Her hands locked behind her back.

His cock was so hard. He wanted her so much. But not yet. Not yet. He still had a job to do. Richard took hold of each of the nipple piercings. They were ornate, each one carved carefully to match her choker.

He sat on the ground next to the machine and gestured for her to sit on his lap.

“Take a seat,” he said. “I’m gonna want you close for this.”

“On your lap?”

“Why not? Never done that with a guy before?”