“Maybe,” she said being a little saucy, figuring that’s what he wanted.
“Okay. I’m just going to have to teach you, then. Who you belong to. Come sit on the bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
She walked over nearer to him then crawled on the bed, walking cat-like over to meet him and rubbing her body onto his.
“Lie on your back. Don’t touch me. Just do as I command.”
“Yes, sir!”
She lay back on the bed, taking a center position as Darque stepped off, eager to frame the scene to his satisfaction.
“Do you trust me?”
“No,” she said, double blinking and realizing it was the truth.
“It doesn’t matter if you trust me,” he said, taking her right hand and tying it to a bed restraint that came from the headboard. He subdued her by the wrist and made sure it was very tight, with minimal room to squirm. “Because I own you. Is that funny?”
She smiled. He walked over to the other side of the bed and tied her other hand tight, putting her wrist to the restraint and making sure it was snug. She wiggled back and forth on the bed, unable to move her arms more than a half an inch.
“How does that feel?”
“Mmm…good.”
“Does it?”
He stared at her until he became uncomfortable. She was indeed experiencing the feeling of helplessness. But it hadn’t even begun yet. He tied her ankle to the bottom bedpost, securing it tightly. Then the other side; he wanted Bella’s body literally pinned down to the bed with no room even to squirm.
The helpless feeling returned and she started to fret over it. The anxiety started building in her heart and spread to her shoulders and head. She wiggled back and forth but barely moved her body any direction.
Bastien enjoyed seeing her tied down tight, as she slowly and a bit painfully realized she had no right to move. No right to object. What was the safe word, anyway? He used to give her a safe word. Was it the same one? Would he really fire her if heard the words, “I quit,” from her pretty mouth?
“Who owns, you Arabella?”
“You do,” she said, eyeing him in choler. “You know that.”
“Do I? You make it sound like you’re not sure.”
He crawled on top of the bed, coming closer, until he pinned his body against hers, enjoying the hovering sensation. “I can do anything I want to you right now. How does that make you feel?”
“Mmmm, sexy.”
“No, no it doesn’t. You’re lying. Your face tells a different story. Tell me how you really feel,” he said, gently squeezing her jaw.
“I feel…nervous.”
“The lack of movement makes you nervous?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because…I don’t know what you’re going to do.”
“Ah, I see. Yes, that is unfortunate. Because he owns you?”
“You do, sir.”
He nodded. “I do. I tied you up. Didn’t I? But the night is still young. Tying you up doesn’t really hurt. It just heightens your senses. Because what I’m going to do to you next…that’s going to hurt. That’s going to really hurt.”
Bella flinched at the idea and shifted again.
“The first time I saw you, Arabella, I was intoxicated with your curvy body. Your full breasts. Your big butt. Your whole body. I wanted to take you to my bed and use your body as a pillow. Squeeze you and feel your nipples against my mouth. The first time I saw you. How does that make you feel?”
“Like you don’t really love me.”
“Why would that be?” he asked caressing her curves and enjoying her shudder in defense.
“Because…you don’t love me.”
He blinked at the statement and frowned hard. “I am incapable of love, Arabella. But I know how to please a woman, don’t I?”
“Yes…”
Bastien pulled down both cups of her purple lace bra, exposing her thick nipples. Her nipples were erect. He took his time and played with one nipple, caressing it with two fingers and making it twice as engorged and stiff than it was.
“Mmmmm…” Bella sighed.
“You like that?”
“Mmmm…” she replied, not quite sure what she was feeling. Yes, it felt good to have her pleasure centers toyed with, but the loss of control filled her with a palpable sense of dread.
He toyed with her other nipple, rubbing his fingertips on it until it puffed up.
“Are your nipples sensitive?”
“Yes, sir…” she said squirming around but still unable to move.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me that they’re too sensitive. That you want to stop.”
“Sssstop…ungghhh!” she said, just as he squeezed both of her taut nipples.
“Too sensitive?”
“Yessss…ohhhh!” she groaned, as he squeezed them harder this time, making her watch as he violated her senses.
“You want me to stop?” he asked. “Tell me they’re too sensitive.”
“Mmmm…stop.”
“Stop what?” he asked, squeezing her again and sending her body into a squirm, right and left, but still nowhere to go but bouncing back into position.
“Aaaahhh! My nipples are sensitive. Stop…”
“Why would I stop? I own your body. Not you.”
“I know…”
“You know what? Do you want me to hurt you?”
“Y-Yes…”
“I know you do. You know what your owner wants. Don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?” he said, reaching over to the side of the bed and picking up a small bag.
“Mmm to hurt me…”
“No, but what’s he going to do next?”
“I don’t know…”
“Yes, you do. You do know. Say it.”
“What…”
“Say what you think. What you’re afraid of. What your body is afraid of.”
“Mmmm…my nipples,” she said rolling back and forth but hardly getting an inch off the bed.
“How did you know? Good intuition.”
He pulled out a chain with two clamping ends. He made sure she saw it first, before pulling the clamps apart.
“No…no…” she said, shifting her legs, as if she had a prayer to escape.
“That’s right. I’m going to hurt you. The way you want to be hurt.”
“Aaaahhhh…” she cried eyeing her torture device and trembling in fear. He pinched her nipple tight, attaching the plastic precision clamps to the lower nipple area, right where they connected to the areola. “Ohhh God! That’s tight…tight…”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes!”
“How does that feel?”
“Aaaahhhh…ahh…”
It hurt beautifully. Like the spanking did. That strange sharp pain that gradually buzzed until it became an electrical throbbing. Her nipples were tauter than they had ever been. Her breasts started involuntarily spasming, giving her reluctant nipple orgasms. She arched her back and twisted, unable to move and unable to see any damn thing besides her sensitive nipples being mangled by the clamps.
“Ohhhh fuck…” she said, eyeing her own torment up close and in wide-eyed fascination.
“How does that feel?”
His voice sent tremors through her body, turning the pain into a high endorphin rush. Just like the spankings, it hurt so bad it felt cathartic.
“Umhmmmnn!” she screamed through her lips, as Bastien pulled on the chain, aggravating her stretched tight nipples.
“Tell me…”
“Ohhh, God!” she screamed, kicking up her knees but barely able to move; all she could do was shake the bed and vibrate.
“Tell me.”
“Wwwhhhaaaa…”
“Tell me who owns you.”
“You!”
“Why?”
“Mmmm because my…mmmmm…mmmmm!”
She convulsed in place, her breasts dancing back and forth, wiggling the clamps.
Her mouth gaped open as she began panting in mini-orgasm.
“What?”
“Aaahooohhhhh…” she cried, feeling another rush of endorphins and sighing her way back to reality. “You own me…my body…belongs to you…”
“That’s right. Your nipples hurt?”
“Yesss…”
“Because they belong to me. Say it.”
“My nipples belong to you…my breasts…my whole body…mmmm…Bast-”
“What’s my name? Not my first name.”
“Mister Darque.”
“That’s right,” he said, caressing her face with tenderness—the perfect contrast for his harder work below, desensitizing her every erogenous one.
“But I’m not done, am I?”
“No…”
“No, what?”
“No, sir.”
“What do you want?”
“Punish me more…more…”
“That’s right. Your instincts know the truth. I own your body. I punish you as I see fit. It’s not love. Something much darker, isn’t it? Much more perverse.”
He rolled her panties down, stretching them far apart as he reached her knees. He rubbed his hand over her pubic hair, then down to her labia.
“Ohhh, not there…” she whimpered.
“Here? Is this where you’re afraid to be touched?”
“Yess…”
He found her clitoris and began rubbing it, getting it to swell to its peak.
“Ohhhh…like that…like that…”
“Ohhh, like that?” he said mockingly. “Does that feel good? Having your clit caressed?”
“Yes.”
“But I’m not trying to make you feel good, am I?”
She tensed up and sighed.
He smiled slyly. He reached over and brought out another toy: a large, silicone-tipped clamp, intricately designed for the softest, safest clitoris torture.
“You like when I play with your sweet spot?”
“Yes…”
“How do you like it?”
“Gentle…” she said, eyeing the big device in fear.
“It’s okay. It’s going to hurt a little. But I own you. I own your body. So there’s nothing to worry about, Arabella. You’re going to take it.”
“Ohhhh…”
“If I say you can take it, you can take it.”
She sighed in agony just from the anticipation alone. When he finally clamped the tight squeezing tool on her clit she moaned deeply. At first it was a heavy squeeze, but as seconds passed it became intensely titillating. Her nipples and clitoris were being tested.
Endorphins flooded out from her nipples and clitoris until they permeated her entire body; she felt those love drugs emanating from every pore in her body. It felt like a gentle massage. Eventually the pain numbed completely and all she felt was the rush of soft sleepy relaxation, along with a transcendent orgasmic state that seemed to go on and on.
Her eyes were fixed on Bastien’s face. But he wanted her to worship him, to feel him even deeper than she saw him. She watched on, lost to agony and ecstasy as he stripped for her. He took off his shirt, button by button, and revealed his chiseled physique. His muscles started to sweat just from the excitement of punishing his most submissive employee. He took off his pants and sat up, pulling his hard erection out so she could see him in full view.
She began convulsing at the sight; his already huge and growing penis was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. He stroked it for her and commanded her to watch every inch grow. He wanted her to look at every droplet of pre-come and know that his excitement was because of her. Punishing her made him feel alive.
He kept stroking over and over again, finding her eyes. From her position she had the perfect over-stimulating view. His hard penis shooting up in the center right below his two focused eyes. It was too much to take in and within seconds she started rocking back and forth, in the throngs of another full body orgasm.
“Ohhhh God! Wh-What are you doing to me…”
“Did your last boyfriend treat you like this?”
“Noooo! Noooo!”
“Just me.”
“Just you…just you…you do things to me…”
“What?”
“That I never let him do…”
Her violent reeling orgasm turned him on more and he shoved his fingers inside her soaking vaginal lips. He pushed in deeper and began stroking her G-spot intensifying the already mind-shocking orgasm.
“Ohhhh, God stop! Stop! I quit! I quit!”
“That’s not the safe word anymore, Arabella.”
“Ohhh, holy fuck! I can’t take it! I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. Your body belongs to me.”
“Yessss, my body belongs to you! Oh, Jesus, I’m coming! I’m coming!”
She screamed to the ceiling and arched her back shooting squirts from her throbbing vagina. All she could really do was tense up her toes and her fists, fucking screaming, fucking praying, to survive it all.
She sighed and panted loudly for another good three minutes, zoning out and humming to herself.
“Who do you belong to, Arabella?”
“You…I belong to you…” she muttered, too exhausted to even speak clearly.
“Good girl.”
He took off the clit and nipple clamps, then the restraints. He allowed her to bask in the afterglow, letting more endorphins flood her body for a second round.
She closed her eyes and hummed, becoming accustomed to the feel of the room. Orgasming so hard caused her to separate from reality momentarily, a strange sensation she had never felt before.
He left her to bask in the warmth of the bedroom. An hour later, she got up and got dressed. He was gone and nowhere to be found in the house. Still dizzy and with her vision blurred, she stumbled out of the house and found a limo waiting for her.
Oh, God, I’m crying. How am I going to explain this to Alicia? How do you tell someone who doesn’t understand that I came so hard I cried?
Chapter 5
She managed to evade questions from Alicia under the guise of tiredness and a tummy ache. Alicia still figured something was happening with Darque, though she had no concrete proof.
Of course, mother on the other hand, had definitive proof…even if it was a lie.
Merva Stone met with a tired Bella for coffee and brunch the next day. Arabella took a sick day, which surprisingly, Darque and Abrams allowed.
“So…how did your boyfriend respond to our meeting?” Merva said excitedly.
“Oh…uh…fine.”
“I guess I caught him off guard,” she said with a mischievous little laugh. “But he seems so nice. A little shy, but very nice.”
God, mother. You don’t know him at all, do you?
“Well…what matters is that he loves you. That’s why I’m so crazy about him.”
“Yeah…”
But I wouldn’t call that love.
I’m incapable of love.
Darque’s voice inside Bella’s head interrupted all the pleasantries of brunch.
“Does this Bastien fellow appreciate you?”
Are your nipples sensitive? Tell me to stop. Tell me that they’re too sensitive. That you want to stop. Why would I stop? I own your body. Not you.
“In his own way, I suppose,” Bella said unsurely.
“Well, a lot of men have problems with communication. They’re not very emotional, you know. But we women learn how to read between the lines and get what they’re really saying inside.
That’s right. I’m going to hurt you. The way you want to be hurt. Tell me…who owns you.
Her mom’s innocent, clueless face was interrupted with vivid memories of watching her own nipples contort and shake around in agony. The man forced her to watch her own clit being clamped. He did bring her to orgasm. Repeatedly.
And yet all that hot steamy fun seemed a bit wistful now. To actually hear her mother talk so excitedly about boyfriends, about happily ever after endings, abou
t grandchildren, “Someday…”
Oh God, Bella thought, and barely stifled her urge to cry.
“Remember, Bella,” she said. “Sex comes and goes. But a good man stays. He makes sure you’re happy.”
You own me…my body…belongs to you…
My nipples belong to you…my breasts…my whole body.
Mister Darque.
Obscene images flooded all those romantic memories out. She felt robbed of all emotion. Not just objectified or taken advantage of, but downright devalued.
And yet the most ironic thing, the cruelest thing, is that she asked for it. Goddamn it, she begged him to do it. The jerk of all time wasn’t even doing anything she didn’t ask him to do. He was a nicer guy than Bradley, in every sense of the word. And yet he made her feel worse than Bradley ever did.
Damn. Bella thought to herself, thinking back to the morning when Bastien warned her that forcing him to meet her mom was a self-harming idea. He was right.
I didn’t hurt anyone but myself. The biggest joke of all was on me. I gave my mother and myself a glimpse of happiness only to revoke everything the next night by submitting to a man who only wanted to destroy my happiness. Surrender my dignity…my dreams and hopes. To a man incapable of any of it.
That was really stupid, Bella. And I got what I deserved.
*****
Chapter 6
In the back of her mind, Bella wondered, if only for just a moment, if Darque had any humanity left in him. Maybe back in the caverns of his forgotten memories. Maybe buried deep down beyond layers of resentment. Maybe she even tapped some of that by introducing him to a real person from her real life. Maybe she found a chink in Darque’s armor.
It was a nice fantasy, if nothing else. To believe that maybe one woman with a big heart would be capable of pulling at the heart strings of a billionaire alpha male. That silly little fantasy that says, maybe love is enough. Maybe everyone deep down wants to love. Maybe in a perfect world, hard sex and intense love could be in the same vein.
She reported to her boss, her master and lover, at the same time as scheduled.
He nodded to her, eager to share his list of new punishments and rules. The day was new and the emotions fresh.
But with a sentence, she tore it all away from him.
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