Masquerade

by Derek Masters

  “You really don’t want to try me, little girl,” I snarl. “I will break you one way or another, I promise you that. I look her naked body up and down while I stand before her fully clothed. “Do you have any idea how vulnerable you are right now?”

  I sniff the air and catch the distinct scent of a woman’s wetness.

  “This is turning you on, isn’t it?” I ask her. “You’re wet right now, aren’t you?”

  She has a mortified look on her face, and I can’t wipe the smirk off of mine. She knows I’m right, and that has to be extremely confusing to her. It also tells me I’ve still got lots of work to do.

  I run the tips of my fingers all over her naked body. I start at the nape of her neck, to her shoulders, and down her arms. Goosebumps form under my delicate touch, which won’t remain delicate for much longer. I continue by running my hands along her waist and then up her back. I allow my hands to deceive her body and make her feel comfortable. Soothing her until I feel her posture begin to relax. That’s when I make my move.

  Grabbing both wrists, I have them tied together in no time, giving her no chance to protest, not that it would have mattered. She probably could have put up a little bit of a fight if she wanted to, but I don’t think she has a whole lot of fight remaining in her tonight.

  “Face away from me,” I yell loudly, causing her to jump back, surprised by my sudden change in tone.

  She does as I say. I reach around and grab her wrists, which are now bound by the thick bands from my toy chest. Lifting her hands above her head, I move her to the wall, where I’ve fashioned a hook about a foot over her head. With one quick motion, I attach the band to the hook, leaving her restrained exactly where I want her.

  Stepping back, I watch to see how she reacts. She’s taking deep breaths, in and out slowly. I can tell she’s bracing herself, even though she has no idea what’s about to come. She is getting herself ready.

  I saunter behind her, my dress shoes echoing off the hardwood floor with each step I take. Close enough that she can feel my breath against her skin, I once again use a delicate touch to run my fingertips up and down her back. I look and see her nipples are hard as a rock. I like where this is going.

  Traveling lower, I grab her ass and explore the delicious curves she was graced with. It may be the most perfect backside I’ve ever seen. I’m going to have a lot of fun with it. Needing to know if I’m right about her wetness, I reach around her waist and gently dip two of my fingers inside of her. Pulling them out, I see they’re glistening with her juices. I use those juices to rub her clit softly while using my free hand to go back and forth between her breasts, pinching each nipple hard.

  Chloe seems like she’s having trouble standing. Her knees are trying to buckle while experiencing so many sensations at one time. She doesn’t have to worry about falling, though. Not as long as she’s attached to the hook.

  Before long, I hear her begin to whimper. Not a sad sound, but a sound that tells me she’s needy. As soon as I hear that sound, I stop pleasuring her, run my hands along to her ass and begin to warm it with hard, sharp strikes. Her entire body tenses and my heavy hand comes down on her over and over. I refuse to stop until her entire ass is the perfect shade of pink.

  Once I’m satisfied with my handiwork, I decide it’s time to give her a little bit of a rest. Rubbing my hand all over her ass, I can feel the heat coming from it. Her breathing is fast and labored, the result of holding her breath while I spanked her.

  “Take some deep breaths,” I tell her. “Slow, deep breaths.”

  She does as I say, and her breathing begins to get back to normal. As soon as she’s recovered, I go right back to spanking her ass. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her head back so I can whisper in her ear.

  “You’ve passed your first test,” I tell her. “This has just been a taste. Things are going to get a lot more intense very quickly. Don’t even think about fighting me on this. Do you understand?”

  “I understand,” she replies in a tone no higher than a whisper.

  “Good girl.”

  With no hesitation, I begin gently lapping at her back with my flogger. I hit her lightly at first but begin to increase my intensity as I make my way down to her ass. By the time I reach her lower back, the falls are stinging against her skin, and when I finally reach her ass, the strikes are slapping loudly against her skin.

  Mixing it up and moving the strikes from her ass to back, alternating them with no rhyme or reason so she has no indication where the next strike will occur. I let the intensity build and build until I finally see what I’m looking for.

  She’s tried to remain still and take each strike without showing the pain, but now she’s starting to squirm around. The best way to know I have her where I want her is to watch her toes. When she starts moving her weight back and forth from one foot to the other, I know she’s trying to work through the pain.

  Seeing this, I know it’s time to take things even further. Pushing my hand between her shoulders, I roughly force her up against the wall, forcing her hips to come back towards me until her ass is sticking out just how I want it.

  “You were a naughty girl today, and you deserve to be punished, don’t you?” I ask in her ear.

  She doesn’t say a word and instead only replies with a light whimper, which is not going to work for me. If there’s even a small part of her that’s enjoying this, there’s no way in hell she’s going to admit that to me voluntarily, but we aren’t here to do things voluntarily, now are we?

  I grab the paddle I showed her earlier and come down hard on her ass with it. Her movements tell me that this strike stung more much than the ones before, thanks to the bigger area coming in contact with her already sensitive flesh.

  “I asked you a question. When I ask you a question, I expect a reply. Now, let’s try this again. You were a very bad girl today, and you deserve to be punished, don’t you?”

  “Mmhm,” she replies, which leads to two strikes in concession on each of her asscheeks.

  “When you speak to me, you will address me as sir. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, sir,” she replies, sounding completely defeated.

  Getting the answer I desire, I proceed to light her ass up. I hit it with an intensity that increases with each strike, making sure I don’t miss a spot. I pay extra special attention to the little area where her ass meets her thighs. That area is sensitive, and she’ll remember this punishment for days. I don’t stop until her ass is red as an apple.

  The whimpers that had been coming from her are replaced by muffled cries that get louder with each strike. Her body tenses, and I return to rubbing her ass gently, soothing it with my hand.

  “I told you that you shouldn’t have let me choose what I use on you,” I tell her, putting the paddle away and picking up the flogger once again.

  Giving her ass a break for a short while, I thrash it at her shoulders and back. Not as hard as her bottom, but enough for it to sting. The sound of each lash echoes off the walls, quieting everything else around us. Finally, I believe I have her right where I want her. I grab her by her throat and whisper into her ear.

  “I’ve already made you cry for me, now I want you to cum for me.”

  Chloe shakes her head no. I believe she does this instinctively because her eyes bulged out of her head as soon as she did it.

  “Did you just tell me no?” I ask, bringing the flogger hard across her ass multiple times.

  The stinging against her skin is getting so intense that she cries out with each stroke I give her. Her whole body shakes as she starts to cry uncontrollably. I chuckle to myself because I know my goal has been achieved. I’ve broken her.

  “I think you’re learning your place very well,” I tell her as I release her from the hook and untie the straps from around her wrist.

  I lead her to the bed and tell her to lie down. She does as she’s told. Grabbing the handcuffs from my armoire, I attach one of her wrists to the headboard while le
aving her other arm free. The purpose of the cuffs is to simply keep her in the bed, not to completely restrain her.

  “Are you ready to cum for me now?” I ask as I use one hand to yank at her nipple while the other moves between her legs and begins rubbing her clit. Her pussy is even wetter than it was, which surprises me a bit.

  Chloe moans and arches her body against my touch, such a stark difference from the way my touch felt just moments ago. Further and further, she arches her back as my fingers slip inside of her.

  Using two fingers of one hand to move in and out of her, I use my other to rub her clit with increasing intensity. She’s getting closer and closer by the second.

  “Does that feel good? Do you want to cum all over my fingers?”

  “Yes, sir,”

  Right as she is about to climax, I stop and pull my fingers away.

  “That’s too bad. Bad girls don’t get to experience pleasure. It’s time to go to sleep. I’m going to leave your hand free, but if you even think about touching yourself, the punishment will be much more severe.”

  I strip down, turn off the light, and climb into bed. This is going to be one hell of a good life.

  Chapter 11

  Chloe

  For a few moments, when I open my eyes, it’s easy to forget where I am. The fact that my right arm is still cuffed to the headboard of Brandon’s bed serves as a stark reminder. Whether I like it or not, I am his property.

  As much as I have tried to fight it internally, I absolutely know what my role is and what Brandon is expecting of me. Any hope that I had of him making me a housekeeper in exchange for my life has gone out the window. Instead, I’m his sex slave, just as he and the cartel told me I would be.

  If that fact isn’t bad enough, I’ve come to the chilling realization that I like it this way.

  Why am I feeling this way? I should be disgusted by the fact that this man is holding me against my will so that he can use me in any way he chooses, but I don’t. I don’t feel disgusted at all. I feel nervous and still a bit sad that the life I have been looking forward to for years is gone, but I definitely don’t feel disgusted.

  The feelings and thoughts I’m having are making me feel dirty. Extremely dirty. I’m also experiencing a twinge of excitement when I think about the fact that I now belong to Brandon. It’s weird because I’ve always considered myself to be a strong, independent woman. I’ve never been the submissive type in any situation, but this? This excites me.

  If he had agreed to bring me on as a housekeeper, he probably would have been extremely disappointed in my work. Growing up in a home with housekeepers, I’ve never been very good when it comes to chores. Sure, I keep my room clean because I can’t stand a mess, but if I was responsible for an entire home, especially one the size of Brandon’s, it would be a disaster.

  Although I’ve never been good at chores, I know I’m terrific when it comes to sex. I may only be 20 years old, but I’ve got plenty of experience. I’m sure that has a lot to do with me having daddy issues. When you have a father who isn’t ever present, it’s natural to seek out validation in other men. It’s also probably the reason I’ve always been attracted to guys who are older than me.

  I already know that Brandon is great when it comes to sex. I’ve only had the one encounter with him in his office, but it was intense and mind-blowing. I can only imagine what it might be like in the future. While it does suck that I won’t have any future or purpose in life, at least I’ll have the advantage of wild, endless sex. I know I’m just telling myself these things to make me feel better, but it seems to be working.

  Brandon is still sound asleep next to me. Thinking about it, I’m actually surprised by how well I slept. I may have slept better than I have for a long time. I reach down with my left hand and touch my butt. It’s sore to the touch, and I can feel where the skin is bruised.

  The excitement I experienced while he was spanking me last night took me by surprise. Whenever his hand or one of his tools came in contact with my skin, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. By the time he was done, it had become more than I could handle, but I know that I’ll be able to handle a lot more with time. I’m a pain slut and had no clue.

  How was I supposed to have known? None of the men I’ve been with in the past has been into this type of thing, although I do have to admit that I’ve loved when I was getting nailed doggy style and the person I was with would give me a quick smack on the ass. It was always exciting and left me wanting more.

  Growing up, I was never punished in any way more than a stern talking to. My most significant punishment was my dad keeping me home from college, and that was only because he was afraid his precious image would be tarnished.

  The fact of the matter is I was never punished because my parents simply didn’t care enough about me to do it. They only gave a shit when it affected them directly; otherwise, the nanny could handle it.

  I can’t believe how easy it was for my parents to walk away from me last night, especially after all the hints I was dropping. If they knew me at all, they would have been able to tell something was wrong. It stings when I think about them walking out the door and how easy it was for them to do so. If anyone were to ever question why I’ve got such profound abandonment issues, you have to look no further than my parents. I doubt they ever cared about me at all.

  Looking around the room, I realize that I need to snap out of whatever feeling it is I’m having at the moment. While it’s true that my parents simply don’t give a shit about, it’s not like Brandon cares about me either. The fact that he’s willing to discipline me is just because that’s what he enjoys, and it gets his rocks off. He isn’t doing it for me. As far as he knows, I can’t stand it. The fact that he does it doesn’t mean that I mean anything to him. We just met last night. I’m just some girl he was able to bang at a party. And now I’m just a toy for a sexual deviant.

  I jump at the sudden sharp stinging sensation on my skin. Brandon is awake, and the first thing he does is smack me hard on the ass.

  “Had to remind you of last night,” he tells me with a grin. “Did you sleep well?”

  I was a little taken aback by his demeanor. The hard, callous man from last night is nowhere to be found. He is acting as though he’s a normal human being, not someone who literally has a slave. Dare I say, he almost seems as though he may have a playful, maybe even fun personality buried somewhere beneath that dark exterior.

  “Well, I’m chained to a bed, so I slept about as good as I could in that situation. I really need to go to the bathroom,” I tell him, hoping I’ll at least be allowed to do that.

  “All right, let’s get you to the bathroom then,” he says, grabbing the key off his nightstand and freeing me from the cuff. Although I’m trying very hard to hide it, the surprised look on my face must have been obvious. “What? You didn’t think I was going to allow you to use the restroom? I’m not a fucking monster.”

  I follow him down the hallway and into the bathroom. As I step inside, I glance over my shoulder and see his office door. This is the same bathroom my father stepped out of the night before as I was going into Brandon’s office. Why didn’t he say anything to me? Why didn’t he try to stop me? As my dad, it should be his job to stop me from making bad decisions, or at least do what he can to attempt to save me from myself. Instead, I was given a look of disappointment, and that was all.

  Once I finish going to the bathroom and washing my hands, I walk out to see Brandon waiting at the door. He doesn’t say anything as he walks down the hallway. He doesn’t have to. I know what I have to do. I follow him back to the room just like I’m supposed to.

  “Now, have you learned your lesson?” Brandon asks as he locks the door behind us.

  I know I should say yes. Giving in to him is sure to make things go much more smoothly for me. However, with these newfound feelings of excitement at the prospect of punishments, I can’t make myself do it. Instead, I’m feeling defiant.

  “No, I don�
��t think I’ve learned anything at all other than the fact that you think you’re a big man when you’ve got me tied up,” I shoot off, surprising even myself.

  I regret what I said almost as soon as the words come from my lips, but there’s no taking them back now. I don’t know why I’m challenging this man. Do I want more pain? Do I want to be broken until I’m unrepairable? What the hell is wrong with me?

  “That’s fine,” Brandon says with a laugh. “That’s not a problem at all. We’ll fix you one way or another.”

  Leading me onto the bed, Brandon lays me down and begins slowly running his hand along the inner parts of my thighs. He’s teasing me, but he’s being very sensual about it. He’s groping me with soft touches that I had no clue he was capable of.

  His touch sends a shiver down my spine. I’m getting turned on and can feel myself becoming wet instantly. He’s going to fuck me and give me what I need, and I’m more than excited about the prospect.

  I bite my lip and let out a soft moan as his fingers move from my juicy pussy, up to breasts, my arms, and finally to my wrists. All of a sudden, I feel the familiar cold steel on my wrist as he handcuffs me again.

  “I’m not going to do a damn thing to please you,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m not going to let you have any pleasure or satisfaction. Not until you earn it with good behavior. Challenging me is not something you want to do. That kind of behavior will not be rewarded. You want to know why? Because you belong to me and you will do as I say. I don’t trust you. After what you did last night, you’re going to have to earn my trust. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, sir,” I reply, remembering the consequences of answering incorrectly.

  “Good girl,” he replies before getting dressed and leaving the room.

  I’m lying in the bed for about a half-hour before I hear the door being unlocked. I expect to see Brandon, but instead, a middle-aged Mexican woman appears with a bowl of oatmeal and glass of milk.