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

As each day passes I find myself more and more indebted to my girl. Her observations were keen, and I utilized them to broker more and more lucrative deals. I found her delightful, as did the majority of our clientele. She charmed them all, and I swelled with pride for her.

Each day passed much the same. At break of day, the male slaves, supervised by several of the men, broke camp and then we began our travel. Each day we attempted to cover fifty miles or so. The slaves traveled in an open caravan and the men on horseback.

I had taken to having Ness ride in front of me so that I could feel her against me. I did not like her being relegated to traveling with the rest of the slaves. I did not think of her as simply a slave, she was so much more than that.

We often talked as we rode. She was delightful company. She could speak on most subjects well.

“The world seems so very wide now. It is bigger than I ever imagined,” she said one day as we rode.

“You have had little experience of it, I fear. There are so many things for you yet to discover. I cannot wait to unfold them for you.”

She turned in my arms slightly and beamed at me. “You are so very kind to me, Master.”

I kissed her temple and whispered in her ear “No kinder than you are to me.”

We were drawing near to our last delivery site for the journey, a house of pleasure owned by Emmett McCarty. He was a jovial man who owned the most renowned pleasure house in all of Volterra. Bella warned me that he would likely offerme the services of one or more of the jewels on his chain as a form of hospitality.

I would not accept the thought of even touching another girl. None interested me since I had my Nessie. I could not bring myself to turn her away for any reason.

When we arrived at the brothel, I was greeted by Master Emmett, a huge, burly man who thumped me on the back and almost unseated me from the back of my horse.

I dismounted and lifted Nessie from the saddle. She stood before Emmett in perfect form, back straight, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back. I watched his eyes as they took her in. He raised an eyebrow, and I saw the blatant interest in his look.

“She is a fine piece, sir. How long has she dangled upon your chain?”

“Not over long. She was a gift from Bella and Edward,” I said smiling with pride.

“Come my friend, let your men and mine deal with the animals and you and I shall share some wine and conversation.”

We were led to a gathering room filled with soft pillows set on the floor. They were centered around low tables and in the middle of the room was a dance floor for the girls to display their wares. A group of musicians played in a corner and the sultry music filled the air.

As we drank wine Emmett called forth a girl named Rosalie. He told me she was the first girl here, and looking at her I saw why. She was lithe and lovely with a cascade of honey blonde hair falling down her back.

She moved as if she were formed to pleasure a man, undulating her body in ways that were made to tempt, tease, and inflame a man's desire. I had to admit she was quite beautiful. Her pale blue eyes pierced as they looked. She was the quintessential Volterran beauty and I could think of no man who would not find her arousing.

“She is the finest Jewel I have at my disposal. You may have her this evening if it would please you,” Emmett said in my ear. “Meanwhile, I can take your little mouse and train her to be a tiger.”

I fought the urge to slit his throat for speaking of my Nessie so, but I knew this was his version of hospitality, and it would be beyond rude to gainsay him. “You know Emmett, I think I have a more lucrative suggestion. Would you consider allowing Ness to observe Rosalie in her work and have Rosalie impart her knowledge to my girl?”

“Rose is a fine tutor, sir it is true, but we have found that learning by doing is far more efficacious than mere observation,” he protested.

“I am certain that you are correct, but I know my girl, she is a quick student and learns well. Besides, I would take the knowledge she gains this night with me, it will be a gift that continues to give, and I shall not forget your kindness. I will, in fact, guarantee that next year the finest foals from Rabbit and Volvo will be hand delivered to your stable in gratitude for this service.”

“A fine compromise. Rosalie will take her for the evening.”

“No one is to touch her but me. She may observe only, are we clear?”

“Of course, my friend, as you wish.”

I hated that Nessie would spend the night apart from me, but it would be worth it to avoid having to touch anyone else, or to have her touched by another. No one night without her and then she would be all mine again.

NPOV

The travels of this mere girl have truly brought me new experiences. For as we have advanced to the foothills in the mountains, we have been brought to stay at the home of Master Emmett McCarty, the purchaser of the herd we deliver. Here I have seen wonders I never imagined and have learned things I never conceived.

Master Emmett has a house of pleasure slaves. Herein rest the most beautiful girls that any have ever seen, and among them one called Rosalie. She is the first girl here and trains others in the ways of pleasure. I had never imagined so fine a girl in all my days, and when I was seated at Master Jacob's feet I watched this beauty serve and dance in the most exquisite manner.

I watched as all the men observed her and most especially I watched my own Master's eyes, for they never left her. They followed every sinewy movement as she spun round and pranced in her fevered seduction of their senses, I felt things I have never imagined feeling. My eyes watched his eyes, and I traced his view to this delight and I felt myself so lacking I thought to vanish. It was clear that he had desire for her. As I saw his lust rise and heard him cheer as Master Emmett cheered and then saw as Rosalie opened herself to him, to display her readiness for him. I almost lost the inner battle I fought and allowed the bile to raise within me. I felt the evil urge to scratch and claw at Rosalie’s perfect face, to tear her blue eyes, which sparkled so. I longed to mare the beauty before me for capturing the gaze of my Master.

Then, as if by some perverse turn of fate, Master Emmett bid Rosalie go to my master's side. Master Jacob lifted her chin with his finger and gazed into her azure blue eyes and said “Quite impressive girl, your Master has not boasted, you are indeed exquisite.”

Rosalie lit from within and smiled at my master. My heart shattered. However could I capture his interest again when this goddess was before him, her perfect amber hair a straight cascade to the floor?

Then my master nodded to Master Emmett and looked again at me. “Renesmee, tonight you will go with Rosalie. You are to listen carefully and return to me with the knowledge she entrusts to you. Do as she bids you.” He looked deeply into my dark eyes and held me fast with his. “Return to me, my little one prepared to show what you have learned. I want a full accounting of your lessons,” he said smiling knowingly.

I was confused, but as always, obeyed my master and followed the girl out of the hall. As I turned to go, I thought I heard the Master Emmett say “You are certain my friend that you would have her school your girl, and not sample her yourself?”

“I am, Emmett, I am, though I thank you for your generous offer. But my girl is a truly studious one, and I would take the gift with me, for Rosalie can only be had at such a price. 'Tis a far greater gift to give Nessie knowledge, and again, I thank you.”

I followed the girl from the hall and was taken to a chamber fitted with a very fine fire and a golden tub steaming with water. I was befuddled and lost, but the beauty climbed within the water and spoke to me in quite an authoritarian manner.

“What are you called girl?” she asked.

“Renesmee,” I answered.

“I am the first girl in this house, Renesmee. I am desired by many, and I serve as the greatest pleasure my Master can offer his guests. Do you understand?” she asked. I nodded my assent. “Good, for this night I shall teach you in word and demonstration how to please a man more finely than you can imagine. You will listen, and you will learn for your master and mine bid it. Do you understand?”

I was unsure if I understood, and must have shown this on my face. “I shall teach you such wonders this night, and you must lamp unto my feet for if you fail to show them to your master sufficiently it will be both our hides.”

Her blue eyes sparkled then again and she laughed like the sound of morning bells. “But know this, the lesson must not be unpleasant, for a true pleasure slave knows the pleasure of pleasing. You seem a good sort of girl; do you think you could find this pleasure? Close your eyes and think of your master. Imagine him and what you would do for his desire. Ah, there it is,” she said.

I opened my eyes and gazed into the face of Rosalie. “What?”

“The exquisite desire to please, my girl, that exists within you. There is no doubt. Now, we begin the lessons to extract that pleasure from your master.”

All night, I was held in this chamber and witnessed such things as I can barely describe. I watched Rosalie please visitors to this house in many ways all the while hidden behind a delicate screen yet fully able to view and later made to recite what I had beheld and what I had observed. Rosalie explained reasons for each type of caress and each sensual stroke, be it of the hand, or the lip, or the tongue. Just watching, I felt such desire to myself perform these acts, but only with Master Jacob. I wondered at Rosalie’s seeming pleasure at serving these Masters whom she did not care for as I care for Master Jacob.

Finally at length, I was sitting in the fine bedchamber of Rosalie in the morning. She sat there and spoke softly to me and again whispered secrets to be committed to my mind and heart. Then she whispered into my ear “Nessie, do well this night my sweet, for both our fates lie in your hands. Remember but this, his pleasure will lie in the pleasure you take in giving it, be giving by accepting pleasure. Now go forth, and ensure that I am praised for your teaching.” The she kissed me gently on the forehead. That was our parting, and I was not to see her again.

That evening, I was returned to Master Jacob's feet. There I sat as he conducted the finishing business with Master Emmett. Master Emmett watched me and I could feel his gaze upon me. “She is a prize, such a fine thing. Wherever did you find her?”

“She is from Forks,” my master stated, “a better girl there never was.”

“Well, do let me know if we have improved her sufficiently for you, or I will give you my Rosalie to discipline for any failure, and I will train the girl myself, by doing, as I told you she should be trained.”

“I have no doubts your girl did her duty, friend.”

With that, my master left the dining hall, and I followed to his chamber. There was the golden tub I had seen on the first night I had spent with Rosalie, and I knew what I must do. I poured heated water into its depths and then went to my master and sat at his feet.

“Oh my little one, how long it seems, even after only one night apart,” Master said. “What would you show me this night?”

“I would please you, Master, as I long to do always,” I whispered.

“A drawn bath,” he said. “What have you in mind girl?”

“If Master will allow....” I said. Then I began to disrobe him. Sliding his garments from him in the manner Rosalie had taught me. I heard their whisper against his bronzed skin as I slid them from his form and folded them neatly. This I did until he stood there framed solely in the amber light of the fire. I allowed my fingertips to skim across his shoulders and down his arms. Then, I caressed back up those arms and across his chest.

I led him to the steaming tub and watched as he stepped within. There he stood in all his glory, and I felt my heart swell within my breast, for I adore him so. I thought over all I had been instructed, yet it was not that which tempted me to touch, but my heart. Looking at Master, I knew instantly how I wished him to feel and what I was willing to do to ensure his ecstasy.

I know what touches inflame him. I dipped the bathing cloth beneath the surface of the warmed water and eased it over his bronzed skin. He sighed as the warmth seeped into his taught muscles, and I could see his body respond. I touched him intimately, stoking every available surface of skin, yet I avoided his obvious need as Rosalie had instructed, always coming ever closer, yet prolonging his need and increasing his desire for me.

He released a soft moan as I again slid my water wet fingertips across his smooth skin and finally, tremulously allowed my fingers to take him within my tiny hand. I felt him grow even fuller within my hands. His eyes became hooded and closed slightly as he made a harsh and throaty noise bucking his hips.

“My God, girl” he whispered harshly, “there is fire in your touch.”

I raised my eyes to his, and then I felt my own growing desire. With a growing sense that his pleasure was my only desire, I knew I must give all to have him feel it. I stroked him easily and fully from the base to the tip. I smiled at him, entranced by his response knowing that it was my touch that he craved.

He eased himself below the surface of the scented water and took my hands in his. “Come Nessie, I must have you. Come to me.”

I shed my clothing and stepped into the tub with him and his eyes feasted upon my form. I whetted my smooth skin with the perfumed water and glistened for him in the light of the fire. His dark onyx eyes devoured me like a man starving for years. Then, I eased his hands over my breasts and allowed him to feel my need for him by guiding his hand to my heated core. Every touch, every stroke spoke volumes between us and every moment of delay only increased each other’s burning need for the other.

At long last, I opened to him and eased myself over him, inching down upon his manhood, my internal muscles caressing him as I buried him within. Once he had found his home, he smiled and looked deeply into my eyes. “Oh, my girl.”

“Master, I bid you stay, and allow me to please you,” I said and began to ease myself against him. I rose and fell in a sweet and sensual rhythm that tempted and teased him. I gauged his need by watching his eyes and feeling his muscles tense and ease as I sensed his growing need. Finally, I felt his tension fill every pore, and felt our skin become more heated than the water about us and he grasped my hips to guide me in his own need. I could feel myself grasp him and massage him deep within me.

“Now Nessie…” he moaned pulling me tightly to him, “Now, shatter for me my girl.”

Then as if his merely speaking the command was enough to cause it, I did, I clutched his manhood with my own deep passion, milking from him his every desire and drinking it deep within me. It was so incredible a feeling that I cried out to match his own utterance until spent we fell against each other and he took my face in his hands and kissed me until I was mad with the taste and feel of him.

He carried me to the bed and stroked my skin and stared at me in my nakedness. “What did this girl teach you, my girl, nothing that I can see?” he said with a satisfied smile.

“Have I failed to please you Master?”

“Not once. Not ever,” he replied. “So I can see no improvements, for in truth none were needed. You are perfection itself. I allowed you to be “taught” so as not to offend our host.”

His touch upon my wet folds was ardent and his eyes filled with a smile that warmed me and made me arch up to his fingers, begging for him to continue the contact. I was again heated at his mere whisper touch. “See my girl, how could you be more pleasing to me than this?”

“What of Rosalie, Master, will she be punished for my not learning as I should have?”

“She should have learned from you, but no, I shall be truthful to our host and tell him I have never been more satisfied, by any female.” Then he stopped short. He looked deeply into my eyes. “There is a revelation, is it not. However shall I come to reconcile that fact?” He withdrew his hand and looked at me, lying before him. “Oh Nessie, shall you be my undoing?”

“Master?”

Then he smiled and cupped my breast within his hand. “Fear not, little one. I shall protect us both, I swear to you. I shall.”

With that oath we spent the night in a flurry of affection and satisfaction. We mounted the trip to his sister's on the morrow and were now headed to the Port City of the Angels.

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