Sydney's Dogs Ch. 01

Talon, on the other hand, finally had a spark of hope for this mistress. When she had first talked of humanity and rights, he had been afraid—selfishly and against all his training—that his desire for domination would go unfulfilled because she was so pure of heart. A foolish wish, really, as his life was dedicated to her happiness one way or another, but if she owned property and stocks, perhaps he could convince her to own him.

They finally reached the house around 8 o'clock. Sydney was exhausted and conflicted. Still, she proceeded as if nothing was wrong and led all three men carrying Target bags into her large house overlooking the coast of Monterrey Bay. The furnishings were old and mostly upholstered wood, the floors polished dark walnut. The inside of the house had an air of disuse, which Sydney ignored out of habit.

"We have the kitchen, dining room, parlor and living room on the ground floor. There's not much in the fridge, but you're welcome to whatever is there. There's also a solarium out back. Second floor will be your floor—pick any room you like, we'll put locks on all of them from the inside for privacy. There are fresh towels in the bathroom and soap in the bags your carrying. My room is on the third floor along with the library. The basement used to be a rec-room, but I haven't been down there in ages, so I'm not sure what still works. Just make yourselves at home, guys, and I'll see you in the morning." With that, Sydney raced upstairs, taking them two at a time and disappeared into her 3rd floor bedroom.

Zaide turned to Talon and Brant. He nodded to Talon. "You take care of her, I'll deal with Brant."

Talon nodded his agreement and slowly followed Sydney up the stairs.

"Now, me buck-o," Zaide addressed Brant amiably as he threw his arm around Brant's shoulders. "We're going to have a little chat. See, Talon and I don't much care for how you snub Miss Sydney at every turn. Your silence just makes me sick. Why she tries help you, I'll never understand. You are broken. You failed the training; you're not good enough to lick her feet. You should have been put out of your misery, but Miss Sydney found some strange attraction in you and rescued you. So I'll put this simply for your broken little mind: Put one toe out of line, and I'll finish the agency's work with you."

Brant looked away, uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, bub. I'll make sure she won't even miss you," Zaide promised with a cruel smile.

Behind the safety of her door, with her head firmly tucked under a pillow, Sydney finally let her true emotions surface. Despair and anxiety warred with each other, while guilt gnawed at her insides. It wasn't even just about the "buying human flesh" thing. She was slowly coming to terms with that. She may have enabled the slave ring more by giving them money, but she'd rescued two men from service and one from certain death. Not bad for a day's unethical work.

The problem now was that Sydney normally loved her solitude. Sure, she liked to have a guy around once in a while for a romp in the hay, but her usual silent house was now filled with men. She'd never be left alone again. She would go insane. And there was nothing she could do about it without risking all their lives.

A light tap came from the door. Sydney ignored it.

"Miss Sydney?" Talon's voice called.

"Go away. I'm tired," she lied. She was wide awake from her nap in the car, but she was physically too stressed to deal with anyone.

"Please, Miss Sydney, I need to speak with you," Talon insisted.

With a frustrated sigh, she jerked the door open. "What?" she snapped. Then she inhaled her breath sharply. Talon was only wearing a pair of the black pajama pants. His bare chest was unbelievably sexy in the golden light spilling from Sydney's room. His hands were behind his back, his shoulders square, his gaze level with hers.

"I realize that this is very inappropriate," he started.

"The hell it is," she muttered angrily.

Talon closed his eyes to savor the heat in those words before he continued. "Please, may I come in?"

"No," she growled.

"If I could be so bold as to make some observations about our purchase—"

"This can't wait until morning?" she sighed.

"No," he replied. "I only meant to say that you need not be so...put out over our comfort. We are quite satisfied with the bare minimum."

"Maybe that's what they told you to expect, but I wouldn't trust them with a dog I didn't like," she retorted. "And I'm certainly not stooping to their standards in my own home. So just go to bed and forget about it."

"I cannot do that, Mistress," Talon said, deliberately emphasizing the forbidden title.

"I told you not to call me that," she snarled angrily.

"Yes, Mistress," Talon said, enjoying her fury.

"Stop it!" she snapped.

"Yes, Mistress," Talon repeated.

Sydney slapped him across the face. She didn't realize what she had done until she felt her own palm stinging. Talon licked his lips as if he could taste the pain beautifully blooming on the left side of his face. She was stronger than he had expected.

"Sorry," she muttered, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment at her lack of control. "Just don't call me that, ok?"

Talon knelt in front of her. "I am yours to command, Mistress."

She took his face between her hands and looked deep into his dark eyes. "Do you want me to slap you again?"

"Yes," he breathed.

Shock registered in her eyes and she snatched her hands away from him as if she'd been burned. "Why? Are you a masochist or something?"

Talon bowed his head. "I want to belong to you," he said simply.

"Belonging and getting abused are two totally different things," she cried.

Talon shook his head. "I want to absorb every negative emotion you have. I want to drink in your anger, your wrath. Every time you hurt, I want to feel it. Every time you shed a tear, I want to shed blood. This is who I am."

Sydney's mouth gaped. "Talon—you—you're worth so much more than just a whipping boy! Don't let their brainwashing rob you of your basic human dignity."

He smiled and shook his head again. "I know the value of a human life, both inside and outside the agency. I have read the works of all the great philosophers. I know the details of all the bloody battles for freedom. It seems to me that every time someone becomes free, they give themselves over to something else. Drugs, money, foreign trade, power—all a person gains by fighting for freedom is the right to choose their next master. I do not need to fight to choose you...Mistress." It was a unlikely that the forbidden name would have any effect on her, now that she had so many more shocking revelations to take in, but he loved using that word, loved the way her eyes flashed when she heard it.

Sydney felt as if the world had somehow fallen out from under her. She was not a sadist by nature. A bitch, perhaps, when the occasion called for it, but she didn't get her jollies from intentionally causing pain. Then again, if that was true, why did heat pool in her stomach every time she looked at the red hand mark on Talon's face?

"I think you should go," she finally whispered hoarsely.

"I cannot," Talon replied, looking up at her earnestly. "You are troubled—distressed. I want to help you. I need to."

Sydney was backing away from him now, looking disgusted and angry and a little fearful. He couldn't bear her displeasure with him. Her anger, yes, but she was looking at him like he was insane, foaming at the mouth, a rabid dog she couldn't touch. He craved her harsh touch. Talon crawled after her.

"Please, mistress. Do not turn me away," he begged. "You know I will do anything for you."

"Does anything include leaving me alone right now?" she whispered.

Talon stopped crawling and bowed his head to he floor. "If it is what you command of me, but I beg you, give me this one chance to prove myself."

"What do you want?" she finally asked.

"Collar me. Claim me. Let me follow your every footstep and worship you with my body," he said, looking up imploringly.

She knew she was already out on a limb, entertaining the idea of giving Talon what he so obviously craved. Would she be totally off the deep end if she did? Sex used to be a social exchange; he cums, she cums, roll over, take a shower and move on. Now, it was a succulent offering and she was having trouble resisting. The longer she looked at Talon's sculpted physique, the more she wanted to touch it, explore it. She felt her logical, rational reasons for denying him slipping away as he gazed hungrily at her.

"I don't even have a pair of handcuffs," she warned.

Talon drew out a thick cotton band from his pocket. It was the sash of one of the robes she'd bought. "I brought this."

She gave a little sigh and walked forward to take it. Deftly, she fashioned a slip-knot in one end and dropped it around his head. With a quick jerk, she tightened the knot so that it was snug around his throat. He swallowed convulsively against thick knot pressing against his windpipe.

"You really want this?" she demanded between clenched teeth.

"Yes, Mistress," he whispered.

She backhanded him with all her strength. He was caught off guard and fell to the side. "I told you never to call me that."

Talon was seeing stars, his face numb. Then the pain seeped in, sweet and achy.

"What do you call me?" She demanded, poking his shoulder contemptuously with her toe.

"Miss Sydney," he gasped.

She jerked on the makeshift collar and leash, drawing his face to her feet. "I can't hear you."

"Miss Sydney," he said louder. He grabbed her ankle like a drowning man grabs a life raft and kissed each of her feet reverently.

"What is my name?" she demanded, pulling on the leash so that he would look up at her.

"Miss Sydney!" he cried.

"See that you don't forget again," she snapped. "Now, undress me."

Talon obliged. He knelt and reached up for her pants, undoing the buttons and zipper while looking up at Sydney. Her features had hardened with resolve. She stood while he pealed the pants from her legs and then her underwear. She stepped out of the discarded clothes and walked briskly over to the bed. She sat on the edge and leaned back, proping herself up on one arm, the other holding the leash outstretched as Talon caught up to her.

"Eat me," she ordered.

Eagerly, he obliged. He licked her sweet lips, already moist with her desire to dominate him. He lapped at her, intent on pleasing her. Sydney threw back her head in the sheer pleasure of his tongue. While his tongue wasn't as long as Zaide's, it was just as skilled.

"Fingers too," she demanded huskily with a tug on the leash.

Talon sank two fingers between her feminine folds. She let out a moan and her hips thrust towards him involuntarily. He added a third finger, stretching her as his tongue lavished attention on her clit. Sydney groaned as she tried not to show Talon how much pleasure she really was experiencing. She inserted a knee between them and pushed him back.

"Good boy," she said condescendingly. "You've earned the privilege to be in my bed. Up."

Talon climbed into the bed and followed Sydney as she looped the leash through the woodwork of her headboard. He lay on his back as she tied his wrists together, so that if he tugged, he would put pressure on his own throat. It wasn't a perfect knot. Talon could have escaped if he wanted to, but he didn't want to.

After securing his hands, Sydney leaned down and caught his earlobe between her teeth. She tugged on it once, twice, before letting it go to kiss and nip her way down his neck and over his chest. She loved his muscles, all hard and soft at the same time. Her clawed fingers pulled down his pants, unleashing him. His engorged cock slapped against her still-clothed breasts as her tongue explored his chiseled abs before venturing further down his body to kiss the tip of his swollen member.

She heard him gasp and with a wicked smile, she took the head between her teeth to scape the sensitive skin gently. Her manicured nails traced sharp, erotic patterns over his hips as she teased him even more with her tongue.

"Miss Sydney-" he called softly.

To silence him, she slid her mouth over as much of him as would fit while digging her nails into the toned muscle of his gluts. He let out a strangled cry of surprise and pleasure. She couldn't help but smile. It was oddly gratifying to have an attendant—who was trained for sex—crying out from her administrations.

She let him slide from her lips and slowly crawled up his body. She settled with her knees on either side of his hips, leaning forward with her fists on either side of his ribcage. She positioned herself directly over his throbbing penis. Slowly, she eased back onto him, taking him in inch by inch. His exquisite girth stretched her as nothing ever had before—and he was incredibly long. When he was fully sheathed inside her, she sat up straight and unbuttoned her blouse slowly, watching his face carefully.

Talon was in sweet agony. His mistress was taking him to heights he had never dreamed of. Somehow her callous strikes combined with her tender touch and sharp teeth inflamed him more than any fantasy. He had been prepared for a life of more pain than pleasure, but she was turning pleasure into pain and tormented him without mercy. Now she slipped out of her clothes, and he saw her for the first time completely naked. He thanked whatever god had put his life in her hands with a heart weeping for joy. She was beautiful, her face intense, her body supple, her will implacable.

She reached forward and unbound his hands. Using the leash, she gently pulled his head to her full breast. Without more encouragement, he took her nipple in his mouth. He teased it with his tongue and teeth, suckling as if he was a child. She arched her back in pleasure, pushing her breasts closer to his face while her hips started to thrust on his hips. One of his hands caught the small of her back to keep her close to him while the other kneaded the breast he wasn't ravishing with his tongue. He gradually sat up as he followed that perfect breast.

Sydney was now in his lap, her legs wrapping around him to keep them together. One arm propped her up so she could keep her breasts near Talon's wonderful mouth. The other hand held the leash, keeping her control tight.

She felt the orgasm coming, the pressure building all through her body as every muscle tensed. Then it crashed over her and she cried out, her hips breaking their rhythmic humping and just bucking wildly as pleasure rolled through her. The arm holding her up gave out and she fell backwards. Talon followed her, now kneeling between her legs, taking up the quick rhythm without breaking his attention on her breasts. His speed increased as he neared his own limits. Her orgasm continued ripping her body apart until she desperately clawed at his back, looking for something solid in the storm of pure physical elation. With a muffled grunt against her cleavage, he finally spilled his seed deep inside her.

Talon had ejaculated countless times in his life, but Sydney seemed to draw every drop of semen from him. His orgasm was impossibly long, impossibly powerful. When his muscles finally relaxed, he didn't have the strength to move. He just collapsed on top of her.

"Oof," she whispered.

"I'm...sorry, Mist—Miss Sydney," he panted, barely stopping himself from calling her Mistress.

"I wasn't oof-ing you," she said softly, her voice husky with afterglow. She ran her fingers lovingly through his long dark hair. "Just, the whole thing. I mean, that was crazy."

"Did you not like...?" Talon whispered, fear shadowing the edges of his thoughts.

"No, I liked," she hastily affirmed. "I liked a lot. It was intoxicating, being that much in power over you. But...I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I would be lying if I said no, but I assure you, I enjoyed every second of it," he replied with a kiss to her collar bone.

"You're going to have to help me out, you know," Sydney said absently as her eyelashes fluttered with fatigue. "I don't know a thing about how to treat you or Zaide or Brant. Sure, I boss people around at work, but you are totally different."

"I will always be here to serve you...mistress," he whispered in her ear as he slid to one side of her body.

"I'm going to clobber you when I wake up," she grumbled.

"I look forward to it."