Sins of the Father

Only after I had calmed down enough to think that Athena hadn't been able to breathe in a while, did she finally relent. I groaned as her lips stayed tight to my cock, right to the tip, where she released with a soft 'pop.' I was still glassy eyed and numb from the waist up as she retook her seat with a small, but victorious, smile.

Taking a deep breath, I picked up my lunch and started eating. I knew for a fact Athena was staring at me, waiting for me to say something. I knew how this game was played. She broke the rules. No matter how I enjoyed it when she did. But as I finished up the last of my sandwich, I smiled as Athena quickly finished her own, before taking my plate. The moment her back was turned I stood, leaning over to see her chair. And with a grin I had an idea.

"Athena?" I called.

It was barely a moment before she appeared before me. Sitting on her knees, legs spread wide... Still dripping my seed on the floor. God I just wanted to fuck her all over again...

"Your seat is dirty," I said evenly. "Clean it, now." I watched as she quickly scrambled into action. Rushing back to the cupboard under the sink, she retrieved some cleaning spray and a wipe. Dashing back toward me, I stopped her. Plucking the items from her hands, I smiled. "Without these," I said softly, kissing her cheek.

I watched as realisation dawned on her features. But her only reaction was a slight moan as she bit her lip, before turning away. The sight of her perfect red ass as she licked out combined juices off the chair was hell to turn away. But like a good master, aftercare was important. Grabbing the lotion I poured a small amount on my hands. With all the care I could muster, I gently rubbed the cream into her skin. By the time I finished, her eyes were glassy as she absentmindedly licked the varnished wood. But a soft kiss on her cheek snapped her back to reality. Her smile told me everything, but her mouth still said...

"I love you, Master James."

... Chapter Nine... 29600 words

It had been three days since we'd been home. The police interview had been held the day prior. The police had withdrawn their charges against me for kidnapping and assault, well in advance of everything happening. But they had now launched an internal investigation into Gary's contacts. I was waiting to see how long it would take for someone to come back and ask if Athena was a slave. I honestly didn't have a clue what details he would have kept about her, if any.

Athena for that matter, had settled right in. If she wasn't cooking, cleaning or sucking my dick, she was bent over some random item of furniture, begging for me to use her 'slutty little holes.' I hadn't touched her ass yet. Even though I get the feeling she wanted me too. It was one of the things I was going to sort today. I was bringing Athena into the office. We needed to dig into her past a bit. Hopefully, it would lead to answers to the whereabouts of my sister. I was also going to take five minutes to go buy some proper lube. Anal wasn't somethingn to take lightly and I wanted her first experience with me to be a pleasant one.

So... That's what led to this moment.

"Yeah, I'm not going to tell him. Not yet at least," I sighed.

Pauline just nodded and rocked back on her chair. "Probably for the best. If you'd told him you found her only to retract it..."

I just nodded. It wasn't about the money dealing with my father's job. It was the principal. I'd hate to give the wrong information to ANYONE. But the idea that bastard would have a moment to gloat in my failure, even on his deathbed. Just wasn't something I was willing to do. But that was hardly the issue right now.

"Where's Athena anyway?" Pauline asked, frowning. "I haven't seen her in a while."

Frowning, I nodded, "I sent her to get coffee. Maybe you could see what's caught her up?" I asked.

"You're acting weird," Pauline said, cocking her eyebrow at me.

I just rolled my eyes at her. "I'm suddenly living with a beautiful woman who wants my children, and you're wondering if maybe I'm acting a little different?"

Pauling just eyed me for a moment, before grinning. "She's under the desk isn't she?"

"Mmmmhmmm," Athena moaned, without removing my cock from her mouth.

I just flinched slightly, tring to keep a straight face. She'd offered to relax me, only for Pauline to walk in half way through. So far, she'd had my cock buried in the back of her throat, on and off for the last twenty minutes.

"Is she good?" Pauline asked, a cheeky glint in her eye.

I knew what she was doing. But I had a trump card. Picking up the phone, I dialled the front desk. The moment it answered I spoke.

"Your wife needs you in the filing room," I hung up before I could hear a reply.

Pauline just stared at me for a moment before grinning. "That's a win win," she said, standing and heading straight out the door. The moment it closed, I pushed back from the desk, faster than Athena could crawl on her knees.

"Get on my cock you little slut!" I growled.

Athena stood straight away and lifted the pencil skirt she wore.

"No underwear? You really are a slut," I growled as she took my cock and lined it up with her entry.

"Yes, Master James. I'm your slut, forever your personal, cock hungry little slut."

I didn't even bother replying as I felt her warm tunnel envelop my cock. I kept a neutral expression, denying her the satisfaction of knowing how much I loved this feeling. She deserved to be punished after all. Not for the blow job under the desk. But for continuing as Pauline came into the room.

"Faster slut," I growled.

Athena just beamed, "yes, Master James."

I blinked heavily as she started bouncing faster. The walls of her tight, wet tunnel were driving me crazy. She stared at me, biting her lip as she struggled to stave off her own climax. Beneath the bored expression on my face, I was little better. The honest expression on her face was beautiful agony. She certainly wasn't shy in expressing how much she wanted to be used and abused. I couldn't help the twitch of my eye as she started rolling her hips with each bounce.

"M-master James, may this worthless slut disgrace herself by coming on your cock?" She murmured.

I just glared at her as the pleasure rolled off her features. The slick, wet sound of our coupling was the only thing I could hear above my own heartbeat. And as she looked down at me, begging with her eyes, something inside me snapped...

Surging upright, I hooked my arms under her legs. Athena's shocked expression didn't stop her from grabbing on for dear life as I spun her around. Slamming her into the nearest wall, I pushed my entire length into her willing body, pinning her in place.

"Master James!" She squealed.

I just grinned and kissed her, sawing my cock in and out of her wet little hole. I grinned as her nails dug into the skin of my shoulders as I pounded her into a state of ecstasy.

"Master James, PLEASE!" she cried, her entire body going stiff as she fought back her body's demands for release.

Even her eyes were screwed up tight as she fought against her training. Any other woman would have fallen out of the orgasm tree and hit every branch on the way down... But not her... She was so absolutely determined to follow her training. She really was the perfect little slut.

"PLEASE!" She cried as tears began to form.

"Come for me," I said softly.

And like a switch, her eyes shot open, before her back arched like a cat. Her entire being throbbed with the power of her tremors. Her tunnel clenched over my cock, milking the last of my resolve away. As I erupted inside her, I leaned forward and clamped my teeth into the soft skin on the side of her neck. The moment she felt the bite, three things happened all at once. Firstly, white lines of pain shot across my shoulders as her nails tore my skin. The second, was a large volume of liquid gushed from between us, soaking my pants down to my knees. The third, was the earth shattering scream as Athena slammed right through the first and into a second orgasm. The whole time I continued to saw my length in and out of her body.

As the final pulses of my own orgasm receded, I released my jaw. Athena fell limply against me, murmuring something softly. Turning, I carried her back to my chair and took a seat. Here she shifted slightly in my arms, but I could hear her clearly now...

"Yours. I'm yours. You own me. I love you. I'm yours. Yours Master James. Yours," she muttered softly into my shoulder.

I couldn't help but hold her tighter. The tightening of my grip only serving to increase the amount of 'I love yous' in her adorable delirium. It was also a good time to stop for lunch. Not that lunch would be any time soon, judging by the soft snores now escaping her lips.

***

Lunch had been an entertaining experience. After my nap, Master James had taken Susan, Pauline and myself out to a nice restaurant. I was a little worried about falling asleep on Master james, but whenever I tried to apologise, he just kissed me. He really is the strangest master I've ever had. And I wanted nothing more than to be with him, mind, body and soul. If he wanted me to strip naked and walk on a leash in public, I'd do it glistening wet, all for him. But that was before the sex...

The way he takes me... It's otherworldly. It's like his dick hit's a switch inside me, that makes me burn for him, while demanding I submit. It's a constant war to throw myself at him, while wanting to cower and submit. So like earlier, when he demanded I ride him... I got to show him pleasure. I felt his want. I could see it in his eyes how much he loved what I was doing. His blank expression meant nothing, it was just part of our game. A game he won, by slamming me into the wall... Although... I'm not sure how I lost, if that's what is considered losing...

The power of his arms holding me in place already had my on edge. But as he drove his cock into me, it rubbed the edge of my clit with every thrust. My entire world became a repetition of thrusts. The brief pause after his pelvis met my own, was the only moment I had to remember to breathe... Before long I was begging him to let me come, but as the master, he denied me and as the slave, I felt agonising joy at following his directions.

Ah... I really needed to stop. I wasn't wearing panties and I was dripping down my leg. If I had to sit any time soon, it would show on my skirt. And while that was okay, a good slave shouldn't be a mewling whore in heat, just thinking about the last time she was fucked into oblivion...

"Are you okay?" Master James asked as we continued walking.

I glanced up at his expression and blushed as I looked away. Nodding, I begged that he'd leave the question unanswered.

"I asked a question," his low voice grumbled through my core.

"Yes M-Master James. I'm fine."

His eyes narrowed, "fine," he said softly.

I risked another glance and saw the emotionless expression on his face. Faltering in step, he caught my arm and kept me walking. Oh god I was so wet...

As Susan unlocked the front door, she darted in to answer a ringing phone. Master James just headed for the office.

"Athena, could you make me a coffee, please?" He asked.

"Yes, Master James," I smiled, darting into the kitchenette.

I was just getting the machine ready, when footsteps came in behind me. "You do know, you don't need to call him 'Master' right?" Pauline said.

Turning around, I shot the woman a smile. "Of course... I... I actually think he tried telling me that from the start. I called him master and he corrected me and said James. I didn't even think of not calling him master and blended the two."

Pauline just nodded, "so why still do it?"

I turned back to the machine to hide my smile. Hitting the button for flat-white I got two sachets of sugar ready. "I still call him Master, because that's exactly what I want from him."

Pauline came and leaned on the bench beside me as I watched the brown liquid fill Master Jame's mug. "Why do you want that?"

Turning, I faced her. She was tall, slim and exceptionally beautiful. Being with women, was one of the few pleasurable memories I'd made over the years. While the men would use and abuse me how they saw fit, when I was paired with another slave we were to put on a show. That allowed us to explore one another. And while I wasn't attracted to women like I was attracted to Master James, I couldn't help but admire Pauline's physique. She was a beautiful woman.

"When I... Ran away... I got lost in that park. I didn't think Master James would want me anymore. I didn't even think he'd come looking. I just stopped. Without a master, I can't even think straight. All I knew is he probably hated me and I didn't have ID." I sighed, stirring in the sugar and adding a little milk. "Another man found me. I tried to run, but he grabbed me and... He was going to rape me. I was pinned, he was on top of me and I was helpless." I stopped stirring and turned to face her. "And then he came for me, again. One moment I was scared and in pain, the next he was there. I... I can't explain how that feels. He took me away from not-master when I was hurting and scared. He nearly died keeping me safe and then rescued me all over again from someone else entirely." I sniffed as a few tears escaped my eyes at the memory. "And all he wants from me, is love and children... He doesn't hurt me. He doesn't make me feel bad. He doesn't make me do things I don't want to. But he gives me gentle directions. Instructions and when I'm bad, he gives me orders," I giggled. "And then he takes me home, and he fucks me until I melt into a slutty little puddle." I smiled up at her, seeing understanding in her eyes. "I love him. I love my Master and I just hope he never sends me away."

Pauline just nodded, before pulling me into a gentle hug. "He'll be good to you. He's been alone a very long time, waiting to find someone he can love. Just understand he's been hurt. He'll need help sometimes and don't be afraid to call me and ask for help."

I just nodded and leaned into her embrace, "thank you."

***

I was reading the information Susan had forwarded me via email when Athena walked in. She smiled, carrying the mug of life preserving coffee towards me.

"What about yours?" I asked with a frown.

"I didn't want to spill it. You don't have any trays or I could make one for everyone," she smiled.

I watched her expression for a moment, before deciding she wasn't misleading me like she did earlier. I had a pretty good hunch what she was thinking about, but I was still going to punish her for not coming clean. As she turned and scampered from the room, probably to make her own coffee, I turned back to the email.

It was rather straightforward. Master Graham, as Athena mentioned, seemed to be a retired, Sergeant Graham Moore. 79 years old. He Lived in a retirement village a few hours drive from here. It was also odd, that he had been the ticketing officer for multiple small offences, to a Mary Smith. The same Mary Smith had placed multiple complaints against him. One of those complaints mentioned her daughter, Athena. But any complaints that had been raised, had been promptly swept under the rug. Seemed it was a small town they came from and nobody really took them seriously. He was otherwise an outstanding member of the police force.

Except he had something to do with the creation and training of a sex slave. Not to mention, whatever he'd done with my sister... Getting this mess sorted out on the legal side was going to be messy... I'd have to get two whole new ID's made up. I just wondered who Claire really was in the end. There were no missing persons for girls her age, in the same county Graham worked for. I suppose I was going to have to pay him a visit. Checking the clock, I decided it would be tomorrow. And as Athena came back in with her coffee, I let a small smile grace my features.

"We found your first master," I said softly.

Athena seemed to pause, before taking a sip. "Are we going to kill him?"

I snorted out the sip of coffee I'd just taken, only for Athena to quickly hand me some tissues to clean my desk. Turning to look at her, she had a guilty expression on her face, but that was probably for the mess. "Is... Is that something you want?" I asked carefully.

Athena looked up at me and frowned. "I... I don't know, Master James. He was my first master, I didn't like him very much, but... He was a lot nicer than some of my other masters..."

I just nodded, "well to answer your question. No, we're not going to kill him. But I do need to go ask him questions." I saw the slight flinch at the word 'go.' "Would you like to com-"

"Yes!" Athena spat, before remembering her place and lowering herself to the floor and presented.

I understood exactly where she came from. She'd been my sexy, cock hungry, domestic goddess, shadow ever since I got home from the hospital. Obviously the idea of me leaving her behind wasn't something she'd be happy with. "Stand up," I said softly.

She slowly climbed to her feet, but still wouldn't look up at me. "Master James, I'm so-"

I cut her off with a soft kiss. And like always, she melted into me with a soft moan of pleasure. Honestly, the power dynamic of our relationship was a huge turn on. I'd seen how it wasn't supposed to be, between my parents. I'd also seen how it WAS supposed to be through experience with others and seeing their relationships. Unlike my father, I had to actually push myself to punish her. But other than the occasional spanking that would usually lead to sex, most of the time I just kissed away her concerns. She'd had enough pain to last a lifetime, and while I knew that it could heighten pleasure. Pain for the sake of pain was meaningless and I showed her that every day.

"Let's go home. We'll order take out, watch a movie and I have a surprise for you afterward."

I ignored her questioning glance with a small grin.

***

Honestly, I made a better chicken korma than what Master James had had delivered. It was good, but not enough spice and too much coconut cream. I wouldn't tell him though, I'd just make it for him and see if he prefers it. The movie we watched was a nice one. It was a love story about two young people. And at the end, it was the husband reading his wife's journal and she finally remembered who he was. I cried at the end when they died in their sleep together, but I honestly hoped Master James and I went together like that. After that, we cuddled for a while and ate ice cream. It was as I scraped the bottom of my bowl, I felt Master Jame's lips on my neck.

"I need to do dishes," I giggled, trying to sit up. But he grabbed me and pulled me back against him.

"Do them tomorrow," he growled in my ear.

And like that I felt myself grow wet. "Yes, Master James," I said softly.

By the time he stood and took my hand, I already had goosebumps and my nipples could cut glass. He led me to the master bedroom without looking back. God, I was so wet already I could feel it soaking through my panties... As we came into the room, he pulled me around to face him, with the bed behind me. Reaching down, I grabbed his belt, only for his hands to give me a gentle shove back. I landed square in the middle of the bed, slightly confused. He'd never stopped me from sucking his cock before. This must be the surprise... He's doing something.

"Maste James?" I started, but he silenced me with a stern look. I know it was supposed to be menacing, but it just made my cunt throb in anticipation.

"Lay back," he ordered softly.

So being the good little fuck slave that I am, I laid back. The moment my shoulders hit the bed, his hands lifted my legs onto his shoulders. God, I shuddered just thinking about it. I loved when he fucked me like this. His cock went so deep I felt like I was dying with each thrust. I giggled as his hands touched my ass and pushed me further onto the bed. I outright groaned as his hands took the edges of my panties and slid them up and off my legs. The warm touch of his hands was heavenly and my skin prickled at the feeling.