Breaking Laura (Hollybourne School for Slaves) Read Online Free Page B

Cum dripped down her legs
and her body still trembled. Vulnerable and sore, her mind was a swirl of
thoughts. She’d never even had a man spill his load inside her before, she
realised. It was kind of hot. And fucked up, she reminded herself. The
whole scenario was beyond wrong. All the health and medical checks should have
prepared her these things but she really had stumbled into this so blindly.
    Something warm touched her pussy
and she flinched, barely smothering a startled cry.
    “Shhhh,” Hunter soothed.
    A washcloth. Laura would have
laughed at herself it she wasn’t so emotionally fraught. He was cleaning her
up.
    “Roll over,” he commanded quietly.
    She did, avoiding his gaze as she
lay naked in front of him. The washcloth gone, he spread something cool over
her skin and she lifted her head to see what he was doing.
    “It’s just for your skin.” He
massaged whatever the concoction was onto the inside of her thighs where the
flogger had reached, his strong hands astonishingly gentle and tender. His
fingers worked nimbly at her sore, bare pussy before moving up across her
breasts. Whether he intended it or not, her nipples peaked under his touch and
lust trickled through her once more.
    She threw her head back and flung
an arm over her face. What was wrong with her? This was not normal - lust for a
man so vicious and taciturn. Her cheeks flamed as she recalled her bumbled
confession. For years, and to her shame, the thought of being pinned down and
fucked had fuelled those few moments when she gave into her needs and brought
herself to climax. Only imaginings like that seemed to do it for her, no matter
how much she fought against it.
    A soft touch to her cheek made
her bring her arm away from her face.
    “You’re hiding something still,
Laura.”
    She cringed, wondering if he was
going to beat the rest of her secrets out of her. An odd expression crossed his
face – a mixture of confusion and…affection?
    His eyes hardened abruptly and he
stood, straightening out his suit. “You’ll be tired for most of the day. I
recommended having a nap if you can.”
    Arms clutched around her, Laura
pulled herself to sitting and gaped as he strode out and shut the door firmly behind
him. That’s it? After everything they just did ? But then maybe he was
used to pathetic females getting all jittery after he gave them amazing
orgasms.
    Laura changed back into her
uniform, wondering what the other girls would think of her red marks. She
envied them, even if she found them weird. Charlotte obviously loved her
boyfriend and Simone was so free about her sexuality. The whole Master/slave
thing was pretty perverted but Charlotte seemed really content.  Maybe her
Master gave her amazing orgasms too.
    Shit. Hunter was definitely not
her Master and nor did she want one. Normal sex. Yes, traditional, respectful,
vanilla sex, that was her thing. Even if she never came. But that was her
fault, not her boyfriends who had all been enthusiastic enough. Laura sighed.
She’d long thought she just wasn’t capable of enjoying sex like other people
did. But that didn’t explain how Hunter had given her such an amazing
experience.
    Flopping back down on the bed,
she consider her aching pussy and tingling skin. It was only day one. How the
hell was she going to survive another month under his tutelage? And would it be
worth it?
    ***
    Drawing in a sharp breath as she
came to surface, Laura gripped on to the side of the pool and swept the water
from her face. A set of strong male feet came into her vision and she followed
them, tracing the powerful legs up to a pair of black swim trunks where her
gaze lingered for a moment. With a gulp, she continued upwards and a ripped
torso greeted her, covered in a sprinkling of dark hair.
    Fuck.
    Staring down at her with an
arched brow was Hunter.
    Fuck.
    She came here to get away from
him. To get away from what he did to her body. After a long nap, filled with images
Mr Hunter and all that he did