by Bailey, Fawn
She nodded, bobbing her head on my cock.
“Would you rather come or not be punished?” I growled. “Clock’s fucking ticking, little orphan.”
She swallowed thickly, glaring at me. I merely laughed before leaning back in my seat, making her wrap those lips around my girth again.
Tears welled in her eyes, but I didn’t give a shit. I motioned with my chin for her to carry on, positioning my arms behind my head.
She fucked her own throat with my cock, making me groan and growl with pleasure. I didn’t touch her though, not even when she looked at me with those needy eyes.
“Dolly,” I said. “Your time is up. Sit on your knees and wipe your slut mouth.”
She pulled back, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she looked into my eyes. “Did I… p-pass?” she whispered, her voice shaky.
“Well,” I said, “do you have something to tell me? Like where the fuck you went earlier?”
“No,” she managed. “I… I c-can’t tell you.”
“In that case,” I smiled, “no, you didn’t pass. Are you ready for your punishment, little orphan?”
“N-No,” she whimpered, but I didn’t give a damn.
“I want you to act like a proper slut for our guest,” I told her coolly. “He’s the one you’re going to fuck for me tonight.”
Her eyes flashed with anger.
“I don’t fuck someone else,” she spat out. “I want you, Kain.”
“Master,” I growled. “And don’t you fucking forget it.”
“Yes, better not.”
A figure emerged from the shadow, Ryker grinning wickedly at my girl on the floor. Her bottom lip quivered when she saw him, and it gave me fucking butterflies like a goddamn teenager. The kind that loves torturing pretty little dollies.
“Ophelia,” I reminded her. “Come say hello.” She trembled on the spot, hesitating before coming closer on her knees. “That’s a good girl,” I said. “Sit in front of our guest.”
She knelt in front of Ryker. Now, her eyes went to his, and she glared at him.
“Hello, little whore,” Ryker greeted her. “I heard you were a very bad girl today.”
“Very bad,” I confirmed. “And she still won’t tell me where she went. Came home all muddy and fucking filthy. Do you think I should tolerate that, brother?”
My heart beat fearfully as I thought of what I’d just called him. He was my brother, but I’d never called him it aloud, and I was eager to see his reaction.
Ryker didn’t even glance in my direction before nodding, his eyes leering at Ophelia.
“Definitely not, brother,” he replied, making my spirits soar. “I think this naughty little slut should be punished accordingly. Do you think she’d like it if I fucked her in the ass?”
“She’d better,” I replied coolly. “Because there’s no way in hell I’m letting you fuck that pussy. It’s mine.”
“I don’t want it,” Ophelia cried out, intertwining her fingers and begging on her knees. “Please, please, don’t do it. I just want Master. I just want Kain.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled at her. “You’ll do as you’re told. Now unzip his pants.”
More tears spilled down those cheeks. But her nipples were hard as hell, peeking through the thin fabric of her sundress.
“You lying little slut,” I said. “You’re wet for him, aren’t you?”
She begged me to stop with her eyes while she unzipped him. His cock sprang free, and she crawled back, away from him.
“Don’t make me,” she begged me.
“Oh, I shouldn’t?” I asked her. “Not even after I found out about what you got up to with him and Ginger? I shouldn’t punish you?”
She bit her bottom lip.
“Crawl back,” I grunted. “To me.”
This time, she was all too eager.
I grabbed a blindfold from my pocket and covered her eyes, tying it firmly in place.
She whimpered but did nothing to stop me, and I made her wait on her knees while Ryker approached us.
We both started touching her, with Ryker’s fingertips only brushing the spots I’d approved.
Like the bridge of her nose. Her cheeks, her lips. Even her neck a little.
But I reached even farther, toying with her clit under her dress, tweaking those nipples into points so hard she gasped for breath.
“Look how wet she is,” Ryker said, winking at me.
Ophelia winced, convinced his hand was on her pussy, letting her leak all over him. That was part of the game. I would punish her by making her think either one of us had fucked her. I was going to see if she stayed a good little toy for me. See if she could follow the rules like an obedient whore. And only then I would reveal Ryker hadn’t been inside her.
“Let’s get her on the bed,” I told Ryker, and he helped me lift her up and carry her to the bed in the middle of the room.
Together, we strapped her into the restraints I’d prepared earlier, making her twist in them helplessly. The mere sight of her made me fucking hard, and I was eager to push her further.
“M-Master?” she muttered when we quieted down. “Kain, I’m scared. I’m scared.”
“Shut up,” Ryker growled at her while I nodded at him.
We circled her slowly, like two predators closing in on their prey.
"You know you've fucked up, don't you, Ophelia?" he asked her next, and she whimpered, trying to toss and turn on the bed but not succeeding one little bit.
"You know you've been a bad little dolly," I added. "You know you have to be punished for the way you've been acting, don't you?"
"Yes," she managed to whisper. "I'm sorry, I know. I'm sorry."
"And you still won't answer my questions?" I asked gently.
I was ready to let her off the hook as long as she confessed what she was trying to do, whom she was meeting behind my back. It couldn't have been Ryker. He'd come to see me that day and was just as perturbed about my dolly's absence as I was. He was more than happy to help me in the little mind game I wanted to play with Ophelia. We were going to show her who always got the last word. And it sure as hell wasn't her.
She pressed her lips tightly together and shook her head. I knew then and there I would make her feel the true extent of my rage. Show her just how much she had disappointed me by being a lying little bitch that kept secrets from her owner.
"All right," I said quietly, nodding at Ryker. "Then you'll get what's been coming to you for a while now, dolly."
Ryker and I moved into our positions, and Ophelia whimpered when she felt fingers touching her, pulling on the hem of her dress. Another hand wrapped around her throat, gently choking, lightly squeezing her swanlike neck until she let out a needy little moan.
"Please," she blurted, and I grinned at Ryker.
"Already so desperate?" he asked her. "We've barely even looked at you, Ophelia. Just a few touches here and there."
A finger twisting her nipples, another spreading her pussy lips open and feeling how tight and needy her clit was. By that point, she was arching her back, my name a whisper on her lips when she leaned into whoever's hand was closest.
"Pretty little dolly," I told her. "You're going to suffer tonight."
I took out my cock, pushing it between her lips, and she let out a desperate moan before I slipped down her throat. My hand wrapped around her neck, holding my own length through her choking throat.
"Take it," I ordered her. "Take it fucking deep, dolly."
She gasped for breath beneath me, making my cock bounce with the need to be sated, to empty myself inside of her and make her keep me there forever.
"Fuck her," I growled at Ryker, and she tensed when another cock slid inside her, easily dipping in her ass and making her dig those claws into the mattress beneath her.
I slipped out of her mouth with a pop, reaching for her tits, roughly massaging those swollen nipples while she struggled to breathe in.
"Kain," she begged. "I don't wan
t him. I want you. I want you to fuck me, please."
"I've fucked you plenty of times," I told her, pressing my cock against her lips. "You don't want someone new? Someone who you used to want? Someone desperate to use your slutty little asshole?"
"No," she whimpered. "I want you."
She dissolved in a mess of moans and whispered words I couldn't quite make out. So my cock went back inside her mouth, fucking her cruelly while Ryker rode her ass to an orgasm.
It ripped itself out of her mouth with barely held-back desperation, her body arching between us, alone at that moment when she came apart so beautifully. I watched her cry my name, tear at the blindfold and wrench herself free of the restrains. She'd ripped right through them.
Now, she looked at me with a crazed expression, like a wild animal with only one thing on her mind.
She launched herself at me, knocking me to the floor and ripping at my clothes like a wild animal.
"You fucking jackass," she cried out. "You let him fuck me. You let him touch me!"
"It was a toy," I growled at her, pointing at Ryker.
She turned her eyes around, her eyes taking in the dildo in his hands. She climbed off me, and Ryker laughed loudly before petting the top of her head.
"Naive little thing, isn't she?" he said to me. "Now that you don't need me anymore, I'll let you punish your woman in peace. She's disobedient all right. Please, teach her a lesson."
We shook hands before he left the room, leaving Ophelia and me in complete silence, save for the terrified, quick little breaths making her bottom lip quiver.
"You're scared," I said with a grin. "You fucking should be."
She didn't try to run from me, but she did turn away and walk to the wall where my BDSM equipment was waiting to be used. She picked up a whip, one she could never take before. She brought it back to me, her eyes on the floor as she handed it to me.
"You think I'll beat you?" I asked her roughly. "You think I want to put marks on that perfect, pale body?"
She didn't answer, just stared at the floor with that dress soaked in her own juices.
"You've got the right idea, dolly," I growled in her ear. I wrapped her hair around my fist, forcing her to follow me to the spot of her punishment. I put metal cuffs on her this time, making her stand with her legs spread and her arms above her. "You're going to count down," I said. "I'm being generous. When you decide to tell me the truth, I'll stop. Unless you don't tell me. Then we keep going. Ready?"
She gave me a barely-there nod before clenching her teeth.
I walked behind her, landing the whip against her gentle skin with a resounding crack.
I didn't feel bad about punishing her. She was being a disobedient little bitch, and I was doing this for her own good. However, seeing the tears roll down her cheeks this time around didn't feel right.
"Does it hurt, dolly?" I got out through gritted teeth. "Are you hurting because of me?"
She didn't answer, just held her mouth shut and stared off into the distance.
"You forgot to count already," I reminded her, and she whimpered, muttering a barely audible "One."
"You're so bad, little dolly. It's almost like you're fucking asking for this." I hit her again, and she cried out the number before staring at me, her eyes blazing. "Speak," I ordered her, hitting again.
"Three," she cried out, her eyes connecting with mine. "I know I deserve it. I know I've been bad. I know I deserve you hurting me, Master."
"You do." I nodded. "But there's more to it, isn't there. You crave the pain. You want me to hit you. You want to suffer for me, don't you?"
My whip cracked over her skin again, making her cry out before she moaned loudly. "I do," she admitted. "Four. I do need it. I do want it. I do crave it. I do want to suffer for you. Hit me again, Kain, please?"
"Why?" I taunted. "Punishments aren't supposed to be enjoyable, dolly. You're supposed to hate every fucking second of this!"
Crack.
"Five! Please, more, Master. Make me come from it. Make it hurt so much I come."
"So that's what you want?" I chuckled lightly, touching the whip to her face while her eyes feverishly connected with mine. "You get off on the pain, don't you, little dolly? That's something I never knew about you, you know. And I have to admit I like it very much."
I hit her. She counted.
We were up to twelve.
She was shivering in those restraints, not from the pain but from her barely held-back orgasm.
"You're not going to come tonight," I told her darkly. "You're going to fucking hold it until I've decided I've tortured you enough. Do you understand, dolly?"
"Yes," she moaned. "Not even once, Master? Not even just one time?"
"No," I replied, my voice cruel and tantalizing. "Not even once."
I rained blows on her, as gentle as I possibly could because I knew one wrong hit would send her over, make her come apart and make her pussy clench in an orgasm she wasn't allowed to have. She whimpered, the sound mixing with her moans, desperate for so much more.
"Please," she begged after number eighteen. "Just let me come. Just once. Hit harder, Master. Hit me."
"Are you going to tell me where the fuck you went?" I growled at her. "I want to know where you've been, dolly. I want to know exactly what you've been up to."
"N-No," she stuttered. "I can't tell you, not yet. I'm sorry."
I groaned with frustration, hitting her repeatedly while she shouted the numbers until we reached twenty.
By the time I was done, she was a shivering little mess, shaking and crying out for me, her arms trembling above her head and her knees ready to give out.
I reached her in several long steps, undoing the restraints around her wrists. Her arms tumbled down, and she whimpered, barely able to stand on her feet. Her skin was streaked with red, broken in some places, not quite bleeding, but almost. I undid the restraints around her ankles too, and she collapsed into my arms, the weight of her lies too heavy to hold her up.
"You've been so fucking bad," I told her gently. "Keeping secrets from me. Lying to me. How could you do that, dolly?"
"I'm sorry." Real tears slid down her cheeks, the desperation obvious. "I'm sorry I lied, Master. I can't tell you, I'm sorry."
"You will tell me," I told her. "However long it fucking takes. Now, do you want to sleep?"
She nodded, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at me, those little fingers wrapping around my hand.
"Kain, wait."
"What?" I asked, letting my love for her cloud my vision.
She was mine, all fucking mine, and I was ready to give her whatever she wanted. She could've asked me for anything, and I'd do my best to give it to her.
Everything, except for one thing.
"Won't you fuck me?" she asked, her voice desperate and shaky as she turned those tear-filled eyes to mine. "I need to come, Master. I need you to give me an orgasm."
My mouth set in a thin line and I glared at her, wrapping my fingers around her chin and bringing her mouth closer to mine.
"Haven't you learned anything, dolly?" I asked her roughly, my name a whisper on her lips as I spoke to her. "You're not coming. Not until you've told me the goddamn truth."
Gently, I carried her out of the playroom and up the stairs.
Her old cage stood waiting in the corner of our bedroom, laden with pillows, as comfortable as ever. She hadn't used it in months, not since after I'd broken her, not since after Michael had tortured me, not since our big fight. But tonight, she was going to sleep in it again.
She started begging when she saw where I was heading, wanting to avoid the punishment because she was convinced she could force me to make her come if she stayed in the same bed. And I was afraid of it too, convinced she would suck my cock, touch me, do anything to force that orgasm. And I wasn't about to let that happen.
"Crawl inside," I told her gently, and she whimpered before getting into the cage, her eyes accusing me of terrible things whil
e she stared at me.
I touched my hand to her cheek, gently stroking her. "Don't be mad at me," I ordered her. "You know you deserve this. I'll be right there on the bed later. But you're going to sleep in here until you admit what you've been hiding. Do you understand, dolly?"
"Yes," she breathed, her eyes softening but still glaring at me. "I'm sorry, Master."
"No, you're not," I told her simply. "But you will be." With those words, I closed the cage door and left the room. There was no need to lock those doors. She was trained well, and she knew what would happen if she disobeyed me again.
However, I did need to leave, because she was testing my own determination. I wanted her. I wanted to give her what she'd so desperately begged for. I wanted to give her everything.
But she would have none of it. Not a thing until she admitted. Confessed.
Now, she was just a little toy I could use any way I wanted. Now, she was going to stew in her own anger until she was ready to admit what happened.
The thought of her in that cage kept me hard the rest of the evening, and when I returned to the room later on, her bright eyes followed me around when I stripped down to my underwear and climbed between the sheets. I tossed and turned, unable to catch a wink of sleep knowing she was this close to me, needing me as much as I needed her.
"Ophelia," I muttered.
"Yes?" A whisper from the cage. She was awake, just like me.
"Get the fuck in our bed."
I could just imagine the smile on that pretty little face of hers when she got out of the cage, climbing into bed with me. She held on close, her hands wandering, but I stopped them before things went to hell.
"You're going to tell me," I growled at her. "Until then sleep."
She nodded, snuggling closer to me. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice sleepy, her eyelids heavy.
She drifted peacefully to sleep while I held her, but I still couldn't catch a wink of it. My thoughts were burdened with what she was hiding. What could possibly be bad enough that she had to lie to me about it? Had we not built a level of trust between us? Could she not tell me anything and everything in the world?
It seemed like she couldn't, and for that, I blamed myself.
