"To Hans?" he asked, surprised at the question. "Heavens no."
"Will you be selling me someday?"
"I have no plans to sell you."
"That is not what I asked, Master," she said with a sigh. "Will you be selling me someday?"
"I can sell you."
"Master, if you sell me, would you allow my husband to meet the price and buy me back?"
"Oh, beautiful bird," he replied. "I always look out for your best interests. But selling you back to John would be completely unfair to you."
Angela gasped. "Master?"
"It would be unfair to you if I sold you to John," he repeated. He stepped forward and swiped a finger between her labia without even inserting it into her sex. Then he held it up for her to see. It shined as the tropical sun from the window reflected off of it. "You were meant to be a slave. You grow more each day of your captivity. You are blossoming, little bird. I could never take that away from you."
He bent down and unfastened her ankles from the cross, letting her put her bare feet on the floor before he continued. "It would be cruel of me to deny you the excitement and the arousal that you feel when you are owned. If I sold you to John, your life would return to your old normal. It would not affect me but it would devastate you. I could never be so thoughtless. You have a new normal now."
He reached up and splayed his fingers, lifting her breasts. He leaned down and kissed the rounded, full upper swell of each breast. "Who do these belong to?"
Angela felt tears forming in her eyes as she listened to his words. She could tell that this conversation was leading to her learning that she was to be sold at some point. But she determined that she would be brave about it. It was Cedric's decision. She had no say in it.
"They belong to you, Master."
"Yes they do." He kissed each one again and then reached up, unfastening her wrists, leaving her standing naked with her arms at her sides, standing in front of him.
"How could you possibly think that I could sell a treasure that I love so much?" he asked.
She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest. "Oh, Master. I love you so much. Please don't ever sell me."
He stroked her auburn mane with one hand as his other hand stroked down her back over and over again. She continued to sob and he continued to caress her. He would let her cry this out of her system. Eventually, the sobbing did die down but she continued to hold onto him as if he was her life preserver.
"Please don't ever make me want to sell you," he finally said. "It would be very painful for me to part with my beautiful bird."
She hugged him harder and showered his chest with kisses. "Master, I will be the perfect girl for you. I will make you proud of your first slave. You will see."
He reached around her again and patted her ass. "Yes, girl. I know you will. You always will. That's why I bought you."
"I will," she said again. "I promise."
He remained silent and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. She had such a warm and welcoming body and he was reminded again why he bought her. She was such the ideal slave girl.
Finally, she spoke again. "I am honored to be the first slave. Have you figured out how you will let people know that I am your first girl?"
"Yes," he responded. "I have. It will take a few days though until what I ordered arrives."
"I can't wait to let everyone know that I am your first girl."
"I can't wait either, beautiful bird," he said. "I have never felt this way about anyone ever before. I hope that you like my gifts."
"Now," continued Cedric, "about another matter."
"Yes, Master?" she said as she looked up at him.
"I seem to recall someone asking a lot of questions just now," he told her, trying to look as serious as he could. "And you know, I am always happy to answer questions. But there is a price to be paid."
"Yes, Master," she giggled. Suddenly, she reached up and pushed him backward by his shoulders. He was caught off guard and fell back, sprawling across the top of his desk. Papers went flying in all directions.
Angela quickly unzipped and unbuttoned his slacks and tugged them down to his ankles. Before he could even react, she scrambled onto the desk and straddled his hips, lowering herself as she felt his hard, meaty cock slicing into her body. She leaned forward and dangled a breast at his lips, feeling him suck the nipple into his mouth.
"I have a few more questions, Master," she giggled again.
"Wow!" he exclaimed as he paused in his suckling. "I have never been raped by a slave before. It's a pleasant experience."
She giggled again as she rode up and down on his shaft.
Chapter 10
Each night, she curled up with her master in his bed. She looked forward to this peaceful time when she could rest her head on his strong shoulder and listen to the sounds of this tropical island. She especially loved hearing the waves lapping against the shore as she listened to her master's deep, slow breathing.
It was her time to think and reflect. She had admitted that she loved her master. And he had told her that he loved her. So where did that leave them? Are masters and slaves supposed to love one another?
And what did that mean about her marriage? She guessed that people could love more than one person. No, she knew that people could love more than one person. She loved John and Jack and Jenna. She loved her parents and her siblings. But they were all different kinds of love.
Now, she loved John and Cedric in the same way. She wanted to be with both of them always and forever. But how could that work?
Maybe she didn't need to figure it out. After all, she was owned now. She only had to do what she was told. It was up to others to decide for her. In the end, she realized, it would be Cedric's decision. He was actually the one who owned her. She was returned to John and spent most of the year with him. But that was only because that was what Cedric had decided.
What would she choose if the decision was up to her? The answer wasn't all that clear to her. She loved her family dearly and wanted to be with them. But her relationship with them had changed once she became a slave. There was always a tension of sorts when she was at home nowadays. It was uncomfortable for her and she guessed that they were probably uncomfortable at times too.
Well, Jack was probably not uncomfortable. He was the most consistent member of the family. She was always a slave in his mind and he liked to use his slave to drain his rod as often as he could. But the others never seemed to be entirely certain about when to treat her as a wife or mother or as a slave.
On the island, her role was always clear. She was a slave. In fact, she was the island's First Slave. And now she was marked so that everyone on the island knew that she was First Slave.
Cedric's ‘presents' arrived a week earlier and he presented them to her in a ceremony that was witnessed by most of the people in the slavers' compound. Masters and mistresses and employees and slaves were all gathered to watch Cedric give Angela the proof that she was First Slave of the island. She was his First Girl.
She was bound over a railing with her arms secured on one side and her legs secured on the other, leaving her bottom sticking up in the air. A cart had been rolled out to Cedric who stood behind her. He reached out and caressed her ass as he addressed the gathered crowd of people.
"This belongs to me," he said as he continued to stroke her up-thrust ass. Angela blinked at the way he described her. She would have understood if he said ‘Angela belongs to me.' Or ‘this girl belongs to me.' Or even ‘this slave belongs to me.' But he just said ‘this belongs to me' and it made her feel just like an inanimate object.