“You will be training them?” the girl asked, curling up in the seat and leaning forward to listen.
“Not day-to-day,” Mike said. “But I’m going to be out there for specific items. I’ll probably have to lead them in some of the stuff they’re going to be doing. So I’ll probably show up for each new item, prove I can do it, and then retreat. If I demonstrate my ability when they’re just getting introduced to it, it should look like I’m such a fucking master they won’t believe it. Take running; I’ll probably lead the first run. After they’re fully trained, there are probably a few that will be better than me; they’re mostly younger for one thing. But if the first time they go out, the Kildar smokes them, well that will stick in their mind. The Kildar can run, the Kildar can ruck, the Kildar can patrol and the Kildar can shoot. That way when we go out to actually do something, they’ll be confident in my abilities, even if by then some of them are better than I am.”
“It sounds like it’s a good thing I’m an expert in massage,” Anastasia said, smiling.
“Oh, I’m pretty dialed in,” Mike said. “I’ve been working out since I got there; the muscles are as good as they’re going to get with all the damage. I won’t mind having somebody to help me get out of bed in the mornings, though.”
“You have trouble with that?” the girl asked.
“Bad joints,” Mike said, shrugging. “Mostly a legacy of beating them to death on the teams. Any time I stay still for a long period of time, and I don’t move much when I sleep, they freeze up. So getting out of bed is a pain. It passes after a while. Mostly,” he added, rubbing one elbow absently. Ever since getting caught in an unpressurized wheel well on a mission he’d had trouble with that joint. “So, I hate to ask about the sex thing, but where are we on that? From one point of view you’re an employee. As far as I’m concerned, you could be married to someone else and do your job…”
“I think not,” Anastasia said, carefully. “You are my master.”
“Be careful with that term,” Mike said. “That has a very specific meaning in sexual relations. Unless you meant it that way?” he asked, glancing at her.
“You are the master of the hareem,” Anastasia said, cautiously. “But, yes, I’m aware of the meaning of the term. I don’t know you well, hardly at all…”
“I don’t even know your last name,” Mike said. “Is it Otryad?”
“I have not been married to Otryad for more than twelve years,” Anastasia said, frowning. “My last name was changed to my maiden name when I divorced: Rakovich. He keeps four wives, as the Koran dictates. All the others are concubines. He marries and then, when it is time to get a new wife, divorces and keeps the girl in his hareem. This way he can approach families with an offer of marriage.”
“Personally, I’ve got problems with that,” Mike said, his jaw working. “But that’s his society.”
“He is not unpleasant about it,” Anastasia said, sighing. “But it is hard, knowing you are but a temporary addition to his household. However, you are the master of the hareem and my job is to manage the hareem and provide you with sex in addition. I do not have a problem with that, in fact I look forward to it; you are very beautiful.”
“That’s the first time anyone’s said that to me,” Mike said, laughing. “Be aware, I’m used to either dating for sex or buying hookers. I’m not sure how to handle this relationship.”
“Try not to treat me as a whore,” Anastasia said. “Think of me as a wife whose job is very specifically to provide sex. But… I have needs,” she added, carefully.
“I’m generally considered decent to good,” Mike said, glancing at her again. “But I tend to be a bit rough by preference.”
“Rough is good,” Anastasia said, sighing in relief. “Very rough is very good.”
“Really?” Mike asked, raising an eyebrow. “How rough?”
“As rough as you can manage,” Anastasia answered. “Do you know the term masochist?”
“You’re serious?” Mike said. “In that case, we need to negotiate carefully. Rough is a very broad term.”
“The rougher the better,” Anastasia said, looking at the floor of the plane. “Otryad was not… rough enough. And there was never enough sex with so many girls in the hareem. I was lucky towards the end if I had one night a month with him. And he was never strong enough with the whip.”
“O-kaaay,” Mike said, with a whistle. “I can see where this is going. I don’t have a bondage dungeon set up yet but it can easily be arranged.”
“That would be wonderful,” Anastasia said, delightedly. “I had access to the internet, yes? I saw some of the bondage dungeons on there and they excited me very much. I would love to have you take me to a bondage dungeon and treat me roughly as a slave to be trained.”
“But you’re already trained,” Mike pointed out.
“I could be bad,” Anastasia said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “They had a terrible time with me at first; I was often bad just so that I would be beaten. When the hareem manager then, that was Shahla, realized what was going on she was very angry. After that I was good, just so that I could be properly beaten from time to time. Shahla was very good with the whip; I miss her. After she left Otryad had to do it and he never really had the same touch.”
“Yeah, but we still need to negotiate,” Mike said with a sigh. “I don’t know that… experienced as you are, you were in the hareem. The rules are different on the outside. For example, what about being whipped in front of people you don’t know very well? A scene as they call it. Or play ‘sold’ to another man? Have you ever been butt-plugged and then put in a submissive position and auctioned off?”
“No,” Anastasia said, breathlessly. “But it sounds terribly exciting!”
“Oh, good God,” Mike said, flipping up the seat arm. “I need a blowjob and I need one now.”
“Yes, master,” Anastasia said, leaning over and unzipping him. With her teeth.
Mike leaned the seat back and closed his eyes as she began to slowly lick his member like a lollipop to be savored. After a moment he snorted.
“Master?” Anastasia asked, lifting off of him.
“Never mind,” Mike said, slapping her lightly on the back of the head. “Get back to work.”
The snort was for the situation. He was in a private jet being blown by a fucking expert. One that looked like she should be making a million a year as a supermodel. It had been a long damned route to this moment.
And Anastasia was an expert. She’d started by licking him and pumping him to get him fully engorged then taken him in her mouth, slowly stroking at first. Despite not using her hands, it was one of the best blowjobs he’d ever gotten. She had tremendous suction and her lips pressed around his dick as firmly as fingers. As she continued she sped up, stroking up and down so far that he could feel his dick entering the back of her throat. She alternated with taking him all the way down, right into the throat, and swallowing so that the muscles sucked his head down her throat.
She sped up slowly, finally going into a long continuous stroke at high speed that had him right on the edge of bursting. At which point he realized he’d forgotten to negotiate one thing before starting. On the other hand, to hell with it; she was a harem slave. With that thought he started pumping in her mouth.
Anastasia caught it all, choking a bit at first and then sucking him dry.
“Was that good, master?” she asked, straightening up and tucking him away.
“You can do that any time you’d like,” Mike said.