Trained by the Trillionaire by Emily Tilton

Trained by the Trillionaire by Emily Tilton

Author:Emily Tilton [Tilton, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2018-03-23T04:00:00+00:00


Chapter Sixteen

Cynthia didn’t know how she could survive it. She had thought that maybe, with all the training she had gotten at the Institute, she would come out alright. But now even the idea of the submission she knew she couldn’t now escape made her heart try to pound out of her chest. She didn’t know if she could even hold herself in position over the bench, despite fully grasping that if necessary Master Greg would hold her down for Monsieur Herrier’s terrible inspection.

This wealthy, powerful, and—she saw now—handsome man meant to take, here on the plane and then in his chateau and then, she supposed, all over the world, a nearly professional interest in mastering her anus. He meant to teach Cynthia Hall to regard that part of her as his to use as he pleased, despite everything she had decided she believed about the parts of her that should be yielded up to a man and the parts that shouldn’t.

Master C had tried, and Master Greg had tried, and she knew that every Institute concubine who went through the regular training had her ass night at the end of it, before going home with her owner. Monsieur Herrier, too, they had told Cynthia before she had even known his name, would put her through an ass night of his own design, here in France.

She couldn’t say she hadn’t been informed of the need to prepare herself for what would now happen: Master C had fingered Cynthia’s anus often enough that she should be used to it. But still, even for him, a man she had come to respect and like, she had never spread her bottom-cheeks without needing a spanking.

Please don’t, she thought. Please don’t make me.

But then she heard him say exactly that, in the accent that seemed to stir such conflict inside her, between thoughts of the old world and of the new—above all in the way he kept calling her his eepstair. He spoke the word as if he had acquired Cynthia for the precise purpose of subjugating the sort of girl who had thought no man could ever do that.

Who thought no man would ever say to her, “Reach back and spread your derriere open for me, ma fille. Show me where my cock goes.”

But it doesn’t. Not even your finger goes there!

She gave a little sob, into the tan leather of the bench, but she didn’t move. She had just had to push out her awful butt plug: surely he couldn’t mean to make her go through this as well. He must know she had trouble with anal: Master Greg would keep this all in check and maybe she would get used to it by the next time Monsieur Herrier demanded this awful sort of service from his new bed girl.

“They taught you better than that at the Institute, did they not, ma fille?” the magnate said in a mocking voice. “Whip her, please, Maître Gregoire, as you would whip a stubborn animal on the farm.



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