Master A-0011

I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off Pearl. She constantly shifted in her chair. There was a flush on her cheeks as I stroked my finger down hers. Even through dinner, she couldn’t keep her eyes off me…and I had the Main Master to thank for that. For this added security for both of us.

I wanted Pearl to be happy. To be the focused wife and mother mine wasn’t. To adore me as someone more than Ethan O’Brien, the famous actor. I wanted her to see me for me and love what she saw, and now we both would. We weren’t as heavily influenced as the blank slates ? i the Garden’s held, but Elec had assured me we would be at the perfect level to remain normal and happy. And I could see the big difference already as we left the restaurant. Pearl’s arm was wrapped around my waist as I led her through the main doors, and her head rested at the bottom of my chest as I drew her in closer to walk next to me. It was like we’d known each other for years. It was perfect. Us, like this… was perfect. No care for what people thought. No uneasiness for public affection. We were just two people…in love. Me…I was in love, just like I wanted.

“Ethan?”

At the familiar voice, I turned, bringing Pearl around with me as Hazel Summerland approached with her slave. I’d seen my ex around from time to time, but we never talked. I truly didn’t look twice. Dating Hazel had been fine enough, but her psychotic identical twin had put me through the wringer. I’d been younger back then and thought myself in love with Hazel, but it was a lesson learned, and one I didn’t care repeating after we broke things off.

“Long time no see.”

She smiled as she approached, glancing at Pearl curiously.

“Hey Ethan, I thought that was you. Is this your new slave?”

Pearl’s head lifted from my shoulder as she glanced up at me, and I didn’t miss the pause from Hazel or the way her lips parted as Pearl’s curls swayed back revealing her scar. It truly wasn’t as noticeable as it was without makeup, but up close it couldn’t be hidden either.

“This is Pearl.” I slipped my finger under her chin, smiling down at gray-blue eyes that stared up at me adoringly. I kissed her nose, turning my attention back to my ex. “She’s my chosen.”

Hazel’s eyes grew round.

“Chosen? You’re…getting married?”

“In a few weeks. The announcements will go out soon. We’re in the process of planning now. We’re still not set on a date.”

“Oh.” Back and forth Hazel’s eyes went between us. “How exciting. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. We can’t wait.” Pearl’s voice wasn’t shy or soft like I expected as she put her attention on my ex. There was excitement…maybe even a lining of power through the new bravery the Main Master had instilled with his words.

“You’re not wearing a ring. This must have just happened?”

Pearl’s hand lifted as her head lowered to take in the empty space. I grabbed it, lifting to kiss over where one would sit.

“Not really,” I offered. “We’ve been dating for close to a year now. We’ve kept it quiet, but we’re finished with that. We want the world to know how happy we are.” Pearl’s head came back to rest on me. “Her ring is being sized. It was just a little too big. She’ll have it back soon.”

“Great. Wow. Okay.” Hazel’s smile was forced as she stepped back, bumping into her slave. “I’m happy for you two. Congrats again.”

“Thanks. We appreciate it. Have a good night.” I led Pearl a few steps as Hazel nodded and headed for the restaurant door. We didn’t make it to the elevator before my Master number was called out. At the voice, my mood shifted for the worse.

“Great. For fucks sake. This is why I don’t like to go out. Better to get this over with I guess.”

I stopped, groaning as Pete Fitzgerald, a fellow actor, jogged forward. He was the son of a famous producer, and his mother had been an old Hollywood icon, but Pete’s fame ended in childhood, and his rise to stardom never happened. Not yet anyway, and if I had to guess, it never would. A beautiful woman tagged along with him. She appeared to be a slave, but…she didn’t appear normal with her overenthusiastic smile.

“Isn’t this a surprise. I didn’t expect to see you down here. Seems you’ve been hiding yourself the last few months.” Pete’s eyes jumped to Pearl, dismissing her immediately as his stare ate me alive. His jealousy couldn’t be hidden. Not even under the fake smile he forced as he waved his hand towards the woman stopping at his side. “This is my slave. She’s a blank slate. Isn’t she beautiful? Tara, tell our friends hello.”

The blonde-haired woman’s blue eyes sparkled as her head tipped forward the smallest amount.

“Hello friends, it’s so nice to meet you.”

“Hello, Tara.”

Pearl’s voice had Pete’s eyes lowering, but the moment he went to come back to me, his gaze snapped back down to Pearl’s face…right to her scar. The smile fell and his stare jerked between us, stopping at me.

“This is Pearl. She’s my reason for solitude. Meet my soon-to-be wife.”

“Wife?” Pete kept looking back between us. “Married? To her? ”

Pearl didn’t so much as take offense or try to hide her face. Her attention was on me. Her smile had me mirroring it as I wrapped my arm over her shoulder.

“Damn right.” I turned back to him, narrowing my lids with a threat that had Pete swallowing hard. “Is that a problem?”

“N-No. Of course not. I mean, congratulations. She, ah.” He pointed towards his face, level with his temple, cheek area. “Is that real?”

Pearl laughed, flattening her hand on my chest as the monster inside had me pitching forward the slightest amount.

“It’s real. It came from a boating accident from when I was twelve.” She shrugged. “Luckily for me, the Main Master has found the perfect person to fix it. I go in for surgery first thing in the morning.”

“Not that I want her to,” I snapped with a sharp tone. “I want and chose Pearl for Pearl . Not because of her face.”

“Of course,” Pete rushed out. “I didn’t mean to pry into your private matters. I just saw the two of you talking to Hazel and with her father being the inventor for that special costume makeup?—”

“You thought, what? That Pearl was faking her injuries?”

“I mean, you’re getting ready to start filming your new movie.”

“So you thought I was dressing her up for some part?”

Pete looked like a fish out of water as he repeatedly opened and closed his mouth. “I don’t know. I had no idea. I just thought you wouldn’t have?—”

“Wouldn’t have what?” I pushed out between clenched teeth.

The challenge and pressure for Pete to answer had him glancing to his slave, only to turn back to look at Pearl.

“I was mistaken. Your slaves. They’re always so…they’re…the best.”

It was my turn for my mouth to open, and with it, came an instant smile.

“You’re still bitter that I outbid you at the last auction.”

Uncomfortableness turned to rage in the blink of an eye.

“Slave one-twelve was the perfect slave for me. You could have had any of them, but you waited for me to bid, and the moment I did, you took it to an impossible price. You couldn’t just let me have her.”

“I can assure you my bid had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the slave.”

“That’s not true. You’re always trying to one-up me.”

“Because I get the movie offers over you? That’s talent, Pete. Work.”

“I work hard too. I spent weeks studying that role. I deserved it, not you.”

No response. No arguing. At my hard stare, Pete shifted on his feet. He was a grenade waiting for someone to pull the pin, and he wouldn’t get that from me. Not with Pearl so close. I didn’t trust Pete. His dark side didn’t scare me, but a man, a future husband, didn’t put his chosen at risk. Ever.

“How about a truce? You wanted one-twelve. If she means that much to you, I don’t mind sharing.”

He stood a little taller, the anger melting.

“Really?” He glanced to Pearl only to take us in together. “You’d do that for me? You’d share her?”

“Absolutely. Which part of her do you want?”

His brow creased. “Part?” He paused. “You mean like her mouth or,” he stopped.

“Well, I believe I have a few steaks left. That would be parts of her back . Possibly a thigh. You’ll have to slow-cook that. Stew is a good choice. I think I’m out of ribs?—”

“You’re not.” Pearl beamed a smile between us. “The butcher and I went through the inventory not days ago. If I may suggest going with the loin. Lower to middle back would be ideal. It’s the best cut if you ask me.”

Back and forth Pete’s eyes danced between us in my peripheral, but I saw nothing but Pearl as I pulled her in, hungrily kissing her lips.

“You…eat them? You…it’s true? No way? You…”

“Let’s go home,” I whispered.

“To work on babies?”

Just imagining my cum shooting inside her again had me fisting the back of her wine-colored dress, just above her ass.

“Babies. Lots of babies.” I gave her one last kiss, meeting Pete’s uneasy gaze with the deadness of mine. “You let me know if you decide on that steak. It’ll melt in your mouth .” I winked. “You’ll love it. Excuse us.”

Turning, I led Pearl to the elevator, not even caring if the door was closed all the way before I had her pinned against the wall.

“ Ethan .”

She gasped as I pulled over her panties, sliding my finger inside of her pussy. She was already so wet, but I didn’t miss the wince that had her pulling back from my lips, either. She had to be sore from losing her virginity not hours ago, and here I was ravishing her in a fucking elevator.

“Oh. Excuse us, Master. We’ll wait for the next.”

I growled at the male voice behind me, righting Pearl as I turned to spot two guards stepping back through the entrance. Both froze at seeing Pearl, and the short guard elbowed the taller one as they went to leave. Although the shocked look lit a fire inside me, it was the taller guard who stirred something I’d never felt before. Not just jealousy… it was beyond possessiveness. It was a combusting rage. His eyes were eating up Pearl’s body, moving up until his stare locked on her face. There was no disgust. No pause or hesitation. He saw her. He saw her like I did, and by the way his lips parted, he thought her just as beautiful as me. Covered in the form fitting dress, she was radiant. Glowing and flushed from her arousal and happiness. I didn’t like how transfixed he was. It riled the beast inside, twisting a knife in my core that I didn’t know existed until this very moment.

“Are you leaving or are you going to continue mind-fucking what’s mine?”

The taller guard’s stare moved to me, but it was obvious that it hadn’t been easy. “I’m sorry, Sir. I meant no offense.”

“Do you know her?” At his hesitation, I glanced down to Pearl. “Do you recognize these guards?”

“I do. They’re the ones who brought me to your apartment on auction night.”

“Both of them?”

I glanced back and forth. The shorter of the two’s face dropped a shade of color. Both appeared uneasy as the taller one stood in the doorway, stopping the door from closing. I could tell they wanted to be anywhere but in my presence.

“Yes. Both.”

“And how would you say their delivery of you went?”

Pearl’s lids blinked rapidly. Her expression changed from confident to a familiar I didn’t like. Her head went down, and my top lip peeled back in anger as I glared their way. The shorter kept inching further away but he knew better than to go far.

“Back up, baby. Look at me.”

“I would say it went as expected. I was laughed at. Called names. I knew it would happen. I’m assuming from their reactions they’re just surprised that I’m alive. I believe their bet was that I’d be dead before the night was over.”

My lips pressed together as I stepped from Pearl’s side, closer to the men.

“You bet on my future wife?”

The tall guard’s eyes shot to her, and I was stepping in his line of sight, prowling closer by the second.

“She’s a slave, Sir. We had no idea. I apologize.”

“Pearl, baby, did either of them ever touch you? Hurt you?”

She paused as the smaller guard squirmed just outside the doors.

“Hurt, no.”

“Pearl, don’t lie to me.”

Small hands wrapped around my bicep, and I glanced down as she stepped around my side so that I could see her. Gray eyes were more blueish-lavender as her stare softened.

“They treated me no different than any of the other guards would have. They don’t see me like you. Take me home.” One of her hands came over and lifted to grab onto my shirt. I could see the taller guard shift in my peripheral as she moved in. “Babies,” she mouthed. “I leave for the surgery so early, and we’re going to have a long night. We’re running out of time.”

“You’re wrong. He sees you . But no one looks at you like that but me. No one .” My eyes cut over to meet with the taller guard’s. “I’m no fool. I’d advise you to keep your head down if you see her around. Let me catch you close to her again and more than your eyes are going to be missing.”