waist and his free hand
stroking her clit, he thrust into her snug pussy and gave her exactly what she
wanted.
Chapter Five
Autumn’s heart thudded in her chest as she approached the
central embassy, Ra’jen at her side. They’d spent the night exploring each
other and she’d slept snuggled against his side. He’d warned her again before
they left the base that he would need to be harsh and commanding. Controlling
others through fear kept actual violence to a minimum.
Dressed in his sleek gray-blue armor with his hair bound in
a queue, he looked hard and deadly, far different from the tender lover who had
awakened her with lingering kisses and gentle caresses.
Located just off the mall in Washington DC, the embassy had
once been an art museum. With stately columns and marble floors, the Greek
revival architecture added a sense of culture to the world’s oldest profession.
Excitement rippled through the occupants as Autumn and
Ra’jen were escorted into the main common room. Autumn spotted Rebecca and
Celinna immediately as well as at least a dozen of the ambassadors. Ra’jen
wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand dipping low on her hip. She was
dressed in black pants and another of his dress shirts. She’d tied the
shirttails around her waist so the outfit didn’t appear so oversized.
“Where is Belietta?” she asked the room at large.
Her phrasing was met with speculative murmurs. Belietta
insisted on being called Mistress. Only Celinna used her given name.
“She hasn’t come down yet,” Celinna volunteered. “I’ll let
her know you’ve returned.”
Rebecca eyed her with open hostility before her gaze shifted
to Ra’jen and stuck. The reaction was repeated by everyone in the room. The
armored general was far more interesting than their wayward coworker.
Celinna hurried down the staircase and smiled at Ra’jen.
“She’ll be right down.”
“Good,” he replied. “My time is valuable.”
“Of course it is. If Autumn had warned us of your visit, we
would have been prepared.”
“Autumn was unaware of my plans, and you should be prepared
to receive VIPs at any time. You are here for the pleasure of my men whenever
they might need you, night or day.”
“I apologize for the oversight, Sir. It will not happen
again.”
“I know it won’t.” He flashed an enigmatic smile that made
Autumn’s insides quiver, and she wasn’t the only one affected by him. She heard
giggles to her right, and Celinna was blushing like a schoolgirl.
Belietta rushed down the wide staircase, dressing gown
billowing out behind her. Without benefit of makeup and styled hair, she looked
even older than her fifty-four years. Autumn wasn’t looking forward to this
confrontation, but it was essential if she was to claim her new place in the
embassy.
Flustered and annoyed, Belietta started to extend her hand
then chose a stiff bow instead. “I apologize for making you wait, General
Noirte. How can I be of assistance?”
“My woman was savagely beaten at the hands of one of your
whores. I would like to know what action was taken.”
“Your w-woman?” She manufactured a smile and motioned toward
Autumn. “Are you referring to our whipping girl?”
He stepped forward with a menacing glare. “Autumn is my
woman, and she will be afforded all the respect and deference due that
position. Am I clear?”
“Absolutely.” Belietta straightened her shoulders and
tightened her belt. “From this moment forth, Autumn shall have anything she
wants.”
“Yes, she will. That’s why I’ve left your fate in her hands.
But that doesn’t answer my question. What happened to the bitch who whipped her
until her back was bloodied and bruised?”
“She was reprimanded.” Belietta’s voice was suddenly thin
and shaky.
“Verbally?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s all?”
“Tell me what you want done, and I’ll see to it.”
“There is no need. Autumn will make that decision as well.”
He waved Belietta away
stroking her clit, he thrust into her snug pussy and gave her exactly what she
wanted.
Chapter Five
Autumn’s heart thudded in her chest as she approached the
central embassy, Ra’jen at her side. They’d spent the night exploring each
other and she’d slept snuggled against his side. He’d warned her again before
they left the base that he would need to be harsh and commanding. Controlling
others through fear kept actual violence to a minimum.
Dressed in his sleek gray-blue armor with his hair bound in
a queue, he looked hard and deadly, far different from the tender lover who had
awakened her with lingering kisses and gentle caresses.
Located just off the mall in Washington DC, the embassy had
once been an art museum. With stately columns and marble floors, the Greek
revival architecture added a sense of culture to the world’s oldest profession.
Excitement rippled through the occupants as Autumn and
Ra’jen were escorted into the main common room. Autumn spotted Rebecca and
Celinna immediately as well as at least a dozen of the ambassadors. Ra’jen
wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand dipping low on her hip. She was
dressed in black pants and another of his dress shirts. She’d tied the
shirttails around her waist so the outfit didn’t appear so oversized.
“Where is Belietta?” she asked the room at large.
Her phrasing was met with speculative murmurs. Belietta
insisted on being called Mistress. Only Celinna used her given name.
“She hasn’t come down yet,” Celinna volunteered. “I’ll let
her know you’ve returned.”
Rebecca eyed her with open hostility before her gaze shifted
to Ra’jen and stuck. The reaction was repeated by everyone in the room. The
armored general was far more interesting than their wayward coworker.
Celinna hurried down the staircase and smiled at Ra’jen.
“She’ll be right down.”
“Good,” he replied. “My time is valuable.”
“Of course it is. If Autumn had warned us of your visit, we
would have been prepared.”
“Autumn was unaware of my plans, and you should be prepared
to receive VIPs at any time. You are here for the pleasure of my men whenever
they might need you, night or day.”
“I apologize for the oversight, Sir. It will not happen
again.”
“I know it won’t.” He flashed an enigmatic smile that made
Autumn’s insides quiver, and she wasn’t the only one affected by him. She heard
giggles to her right, and Celinna was blushing like a schoolgirl.
Belietta rushed down the wide staircase, dressing gown
billowing out behind her. Without benefit of makeup and styled hair, she looked
even older than her fifty-four years. Autumn wasn’t looking forward to this
confrontation, but it was essential if she was to claim her new place in the
embassy.
Flustered and annoyed, Belietta started to extend her hand
then chose a stiff bow instead. “I apologize for making you wait, General
Noirte. How can I be of assistance?”
“My woman was savagely beaten at the hands of one of your
whores. I would like to know what action was taken.”
“Your w-woman?” She manufactured a smile and motioned toward
Autumn. “Are you referring to our whipping girl?”
He stepped forward with a menacing glare. “Autumn is my
woman, and she will be afforded all the respect and deference due that
position. Am I clear?”
“Absolutely.” Belietta straightened her shoulders and
tightened her belt. “From this moment forth, Autumn shall have anything she
wants.”
“Yes, she will. That’s why I’ve left your fate in her hands.
But that doesn’t answer my question. What happened to the bitch who whipped her
until her back was bloodied and bruised?”
“She was reprimanded.” Belietta’s voice was suddenly thin
and shaky.
“Verbally?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s all?”
“Tell me what you want done, and I’ll see to it.”
“There is no need. Autumn will make that decision as well.”
He waved Belietta away
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