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Courtesan	By : Shelindrea Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 4787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

I am being trained to be the slave of the Mistress here. She is a beautiful and kind Mistress, with hair and eyes the color of mahogany wood. She is firm, but kind, and she has set me to the hand of her first girl, a Volterran beauty who teaches me the proper ways to serve and to dance. She has helped me to understand the paces of the slave, and that we are to be ultimately pleasing and all that is good and desirable.

I am safe and sheltered as a white silk in the house. As a white silk, I remain pure and untouched by man. I have seen the other girls taken to the beds of the free men. Tanya, the first girl, often is taken, and she seems happy to go. She is a pleasure slave, and she states that it is her pleasure and joy to serve, but I see the men's eyes watch me with hunger and I shiver. Especially as many of those who work on the animal farm my Master and Mistress run are great beasts of men, who eye me with blatant desire to take me. I am terrified whenever I must walk past their quarters to the house. They leer and lick their lips at me as they eye me.

I was almost taken by them at one point. I was alone and fetching wine skins for my Mistress when five of them came up behind me and cornered me. Taunting and teasing, they began to toss me about calling me "girl" and asking “Is that red hair real?" and saying “Let us see!”

I felt bile in my throat as I grew afraid. I knew I had no right to scream or stop them, yet I also knew that my Master would never allow this to happen to me. I watched them all and felt their sweaty hands on me as they threw me from one to another. My heart beat so, and I knew I would surely perish. For if they had their way with me, they would surely kill me to hide their sin and tell Master that I had run. Surely, they would hide their misdeed with my blood.

I was softly sobbing when I felt the blow across my cheek. "Silence Slut!" I heard the order as I hit the ground. My eyes closed, I felt my head explode with pain and sound. Then, I felt hands claw at my dress, and I felt myself raised off my knees and thrown into something hard and sturdy.

I was not sure what it was but it did not yield. Then, I heard the voice of he who haunts my dreams.

"WHO HIT THIS GIRL?"

Silence greeted the questions, and I felt strong hands grip my upper arms and support my frail frame, holding me on my feet. I kept my face down, my eyes closed, as my long sheet of copper hair fell over my face.

Then, I heard him again in a quiet soft voice in my ear as he drew back my curtain of hair. "Girl? Look at me girl!"

I opened my eyes and raised my swollen face to look at he whom I have only imagined. Tears whetted my cheeks as he took a finger and raised my chin. "Girl, tell me who hit you."

I froze as all their eyes were upon me. I trembled and looked away. But the Master with the midnight eyes tilted my chin again and softly, but firmly asked again. "Girl.... Please.... You may speak."

I eyed the men about me then looked back at the Master. I swallowed hard and took a breath. "I know not, Master. I am sorry."

"It is alright little one. Let me see your cheek," he said turning my head and looking where I could feel a cut and trickling blood mixed with tears.

Then he turned to the men and said in a harsh and commanding voice. "This girl is in the House of Edward Cullen and a white silk. You damn fools would damage the property of your employer? You are useless fools. You are released from your service with no pay for this week. You will depart without a backward glance, or I will personally see the wrath of my brother in arms taken from your hides. I may even take the pleasure of doing the taking. Be gone. Now!"

And they left without another word or sound; they almost crawled away knowing that this man was a Master beyond these mere farmers. They went, and I almost fell where I stood from relief and fear. But, the Master's arms kept me on my feet and held me fast, but ever so gently.

"Girl, do not swoon. You are safe. We must return you to the house and see to your wound. Can you walk?" he asked.

I could find no voice to answer. I nodded and tried to right myself, but could not. I swayed in his grip, and he scooped me from my feet. I felt myself gently held in his massive arms, and I knew that this was a joy beyond any a foolish girl was meant to have.

That is the last I remember for all went black. I knew a scent of masculine virility filled my nostrils and that a strength beyond any I had ever felt before enveloped me. But then when I awoke sometime later, I was on a fur by the kitchen hearth with Tanya tending me with a cool cloth to my cheek. I thought to ask where the Master had got to, but she said I must rest and be well. That Mistress would be annoyed if I was marred seriously. She scolded me for troubling the Master's friend with having to rescue me and said that had I been damaged there would have been hell to pay.

I am all amazement. I thought for certain I was dead, but then all was well, and I was safe and relatively unharmed, and there was the image of a strong chest and a sweet voice filling my head and haunting my dreams. I am astonished.

As time passes I am learning how satisfying serving those you love can be. I have found a kind Mistress, and a caring Master who find me amusing. He is called Edward Cullen and she is his wife, Bella. They heard from the other slaves that I spin tales at night before we all bed down. One evening they bid me to speak to them and now my tales of fancy and adventure warm them by the evening fires. They are kind to me and treat me so very well.

I am even learning to dance for their amusement and entertainment. They have decided that my nature lends itself to being a pleasure slave, and they say they hope to utilize me to entertain those travelers who do business with the farm.

One day I was doing chores, washing laundry and singing to myself the songs of home that I remember... when the Master's best friend Jacob wandered by. He is captain of house guard, and the man who haunts my dreams. He stopped and stared at me. I stopped my song and apologized for disturbing him, but he said "No, not at all girl. Your song is most pleasing. Sing again."

Suddenly my throat was so dry I thought for sure no sound would come out. But then he smiled at me and bid again "Sing little one. Sing for me."

I felt flutters in my stomach, yet I was not fearful. At his soft smile, I broke into a song that carried upon the wind and was accompanied by the birdsong. I raised my eyes to peek at the most handsome face I had ever seen, through my lashes and saw a miracle; he smiled even wider at my song. He had such an amazing smile.

Then he said, "Girl, come." I feared I had displeased him. He led me into the house and I was certain singing a song from home would find me punished.

Instead, he took me to the Master’s study and bid me sit before the fire. My Master looked to his friend and Master Jacob said, “Edward, have you heard this girl sing?"

Master Edward looked at me and cocked his head. "No Brother, I do not believe I have... Sing girl."

I froze and my blood ran cold. If my song was displeasing what would this mean? But the Master's friend smiled softly at me and nodded once, so I breathed deeply and sent forth my song to the wind. I closed my eyes and dreamt of home and of days gone by. Then, a miraculous thing occurred, my Master, a handsome and gentle man of broad shoulders and bronze hair and eyes... sniffed.

I looked at him surreptitiously and saw a tear in his eye. I was terrified that I had displeased him and my heart broke for he is such a kind and good man and master. He smiled and called to me, "Girl... That was beyond lovely. Jacob, my brother, you have truly found this one's gift. Take this letter and send it to the music master she must be taught to play and sing the songs of Volterra. She will be of great worth in entertaining our guests. Well done, girl. Go and do as you are told. I am well pleased, Renesmee. "

So now I am to learn music.

Three Months Later

My Mistress is an important woman on her own, she is a wealthy and savvy business woman who runs a farm and exports the beasts to surrounding areas. Hers are considered the best in the region and many travelers come to her and seek them.

Many new faces and many new accents come through the house as they are entertained and wooed to purchase.

Mistress Bella and Master Edward have had me sing, dance, and play for them when they dine in the hall. Twas a bit frightening at first, as I am a bit shy. To sing in front of these men, who drink and eye me was overwhelming. To dance before them and shed my clothes for their leering eyes was beyond my imaginings... Yet when I danced that first time, twas not their eyes I saw.

I was ordered to dance by Master Edward. Who, truth be told, is a very handsome man. He has dark green eyes, bronze hair and chiseled features. He has a very fine form and is strong and fierce, but again, twas not his eyes I saw.

As the music began, I moved to the sound bidden by something within. The music spoke to a need deep within my body, and I writhed to its primal rhythm. I found myself speaking with my form of a need growing deep within my heart. A desire I never dreamed would speak within me, one that was so powerful and consuming it frightens me.

I felt heat burn deep within me. I felt my heart cry out to he who is always there, yet never there, he who is best friend and protector to my Master and Mistress, he who's face floats within my dreams and my waking moments, and as I danced he watched.

I found the face my eyes always seek among the crowd, and they caressed me as if they were his hands. I felt myself change under his gaze. I blush to own it, but as he watched me, I felt a growing desire to capture his fancy, to make him feel even the minutest desire for me. I longed for him to want me, even just a bit. Then suddenly that was not enough. As I spun and stretched and writhed before him I found myself growing so warm. I spoke with my eyes and my arms and my form. I spoke to him, only to him. I screamed to the heavens as my body sang with need for him. The thought of his eyes on me inflamed me. I felt as if I required his touch to breathe. It was almost unreal. I danced wildly, my silks melting away until I was before him in all my glory. There in the firelight my copper hair well it and falling about me, sweat beaded on my skin, I spoke with my eyes, and prayed he would read my meaning. My hands slid over my naked arms and my breasts, which were tipped in pebbled nipples. I found my hands caressing my stomach and down my thighs. I sung my long hair about my shoulders and arched my back, displaying myself for his eyes, reaching for him, offering myself to him the only way I knew how. It was a great shock to hear the others in the room cheer me. I had completely lost all sense that anyone else was there, but him.

Twas then it happened, a traveler asked Mistress for my company for the night. Said he wished to take me. I am still a white silk, and in my heated flush, ice cold water flooded my veins. To be thrown at the feet of one I had no notice of was more than I could imagine. He was not pleasing. He was foreign and coarse and drank overmuch, but Mistress explained my white silk status and gave him my chain sister, Irina instead.

Sometime later, I was called to Mistress' study where Mistress, Master Edward, and Master Jacob were in conference. I feared I had been a problem and was about to have punishment met out for my wanton display. I shook from head to toe.

There I knelt before them as they spoke of me in hushed and serious tones. They were saying that the time had come to have me opened, in other words to lose my innocence. It took all I had in me not to run. The thought of being touched excited me, but in truth, only one man's touch was desired, and twas not my owner's. It was wicked to own it, but 'tis true.

I was resigning myself to fate when a miracle happened. Oh twas a dream. Master Edward ordered me to go with HIM, Master Jacob. Edward welcomed his warrior friend into the house as a full Master and said he has all rights and privileges therein. I was so confused. I especially could not fathom my presence there. Edward said "A gift, my brother. She is yours to open and have. Take her Jacob. She is my gift to you, to welcome you as my true brother."

A/N: please feel free to share your thoughts with me. Shelindreaire@aol.com
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