“What are you going to do to me?” she breathed.
Richard moved closer to her until their bodies almost pressed together. She was so small and fragile next to him. The urge to hold her in his arms and soothe her was the strongest he had ever experienced with a woman. He wanted to protect and care for her but she had to be made to understand he was Dominant and he would have his rule over her and the other women entrusted in to his care in the Manor respected and obeyed. Punishment was now to be a way of life for Rose as a submissive when she was disobedient and it was one she would eventually come to respect. Punishments would provide her with the safe boundaries she needed to live a happy healthy and protected life in his care.
“I am going to whip your pussy and make you hold your orgasm until I give you permission to come,” he whispered watching her lips moisten and part with anxiety and anticipation.
“But it will sting and hurt,” she said nervously.
He did not miss the pleading and the curiosity in her voice. It was as though she wanted him to confirm how it would feel. The quick sudden strikes across her breasts by the crop had confused her. Rose hadn’t known whether she was feeling pain or pleasure or both at the same time.
“Yes, it will,” he told her in a low velvet voice stroking his fingers along her jaw. “But when you learn to appreciate the lash of the whip against your clitoris and become open to embracing the pain then pleasure will automatically follow.”
Unable to help himself Richard bent and brushed his lips against her hers. They were trembling and he repeated the action wanting more. It was with great strength he managed to restrain himself from probing his tongue deep. There was no resistance when he kissed her lips. Rose was quiet and her lips reached for more when he pulled away. Reluctantly he pulled back and moved away from her. He thrust the end of the crop between her pouting pussy lips and rubbed it over her clit.
“Open your legs now, little girl.”
Rose gingerly parted her thighs giving a bemused gentle cry when Richard firmly pressed the crop further in to her pussy until the leather flap pushed at her entrance. He moved it back and forth masturbating her. The action encouraged her to open her legs and place them in a wide stance leaving her sex bare for whipping.
Richard raised the crop and aimed it at her clit and pussy noticing that she was much more damp than before. The strike came hard but swift and perfect in its execution. The girl cried out loudly scattering the birds from the trees but another was raining against her sex before she could catch her breath again.
Richard swatted her pussy over and over until her tearful cries turned in to moans and breathless pants of desire. He knew she wasn’t aware of it by the trance like appearance on her face lost in the experience of captivity and being made to submit but she was bucking her pelvis towards him eager to meet the sting of the crop as it cut through the air. She swung on the belt and tie holding her to the tree making his cock leap and strain with hard arousal to the point he thought he might explode.
By her movement and the tone of her cries of pleasure she was close to coming. He swung the crop once more and then gave her a direct command.
“Hold your climax this time or I will deny you sexual gratification for a very long time and I think you need it to keep you calm and centered,” he told her masterfully. “Your pleasure must be only taken when I grant it as your Master and not at your own hand.”
Her breathing was labored.
“I am trying, but I need to come.”
He swatted her clit harder this time bringing her closer to the brink testing her endurance.
“Try harder,” he said easing back on the strength of the lash when she cried out.
“Please, please.”
“Beg me to allow you to come, sweet thing.”
“I beg you, please, please. Master, please. I can’t wait any longer. I will burst.”
A thrill raced through Richard Templar’s blood when she called him Master. He was beginning to break her, mold her in to the submissive her body craved for her to be. The feeling of winning spurred him on and entreated him to keep her going a little longer. Three more lashes to her clit and vulva and he gave his permission for her to climax.
Whimpering and in tears from straining to hold it back, Rose came hard. The Hunt Master moved quickly to her and swung his arm around her body to support her in his arms. He took the handle of the crop to her entrance and gently thrust it inside her channel watching her push down on top of it.
A warm flush settled over her body. Everything moved in slow motion. Richard watched her breasts rise and fall on her chest as she heaved her breath. He watched her face and the glazed expression her eyes now wore captivated with her. The moment her climax ceased he took her lips hard, probing his tongue long and deep inside her mouth this time. He dropped the crop and curled one of his hands possessively around a breast, squeezing it.
Rose responded strongly pressing her bound body against him, opening her mouth wide to facilitate his hard kiss. Richard’s free hand travelled to her bare bottom and cupped a buttock. He made a vow to himself. No one was going to take this woman from him. She was all he needed and it was time he considered his own desires rather than those of the men who came looking to him to provide them with wives to breed to repopulate the planet. He didn’t care what the government thought or what they would try to do to him for disobeying the country’s rules concerning breeding women. Like his friend he wanted only one woman and the one he had been searching for was now in his arms at long last.
Chapter Nine
It was the sound of horses and the shouts of the men hunting the women that quickly drew his attention away from Rose. He listened closely. They were not far off. Too close for comfort. He found himself holding Rose close when two men on foot came towards them, a captured female slung helplessly over each of their shoulders like a slain deer.
Richard quickly and tenderly cupped Rose’s face. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Trust me,” he told her. “I will protect you and take care of you. Do all that I say. You are mine and I will not part with you, little one. Obey me and speak of this to no one. Do you understand me? Or it will cost us both.”
She nodded.
“I don’t understand what I am feeling,” she said. “I don’t understand any of this. This morning I wanted to kill you and every other man who came to hunt us but . . . now I feel different. I am still angry but I didn’t expect to feel this need and arousal for the way you have treated me. Perhaps I want to be enslaved,” she finished with a disappointed tone. “Perhaps I wish to be enslaved by you.”
Richard shook his head.
“You simply wished to be cared for and to submit to the man who provides all of your needs. It is natural. You have been living rough and in the cold for too long without male love and you are a submissive. There is nothing to be ashamed of wanting a man to protect you and set you healthy boundaries. There is great safety in it and I am more than willing to provide you with it.”
“But I want to be with you. I can’t bear to live in a harem and be abused by a man who will treat me like a slave and breed me over and over again. Please don’t sell me on,” this time there were tears in her voice and she struggled in his arms. “Please don’t make me. I knew capture would eventually come but I am begging you, please find it in your heart to let me go. I only want love and to be with one man, if I can ever truly love a man again. I am no longer sure. They have turned in to animals.”
“Shhh, we are not all like that. Some us want to change the new system,” he said softly stroking her cheek. “I have told you I will keep you for myself. Now hush, they are coming. You will not be given to a harem. You have my word. I will keep you safe but I will have your respect and obedience, Rose or I will have to let them place you in one and breed you. It is the law,” he threatened determined to keep her in check and he in control of her wayward temper.
She nodded seemingly grateful for his reassurance.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? From now on you will address myself and any other man in the Manor as Sir. I am the Master. So I want to hear either Sir or Master coming out of your mouth when you address me. If I don’t hear it I will throw you over my knee for a spanking and you will spend some contemplation time thinking about your bad behavior restrained naked in rope on view in the Manor’s hallway available for every man who passes to caress, hold and manipulate to his satisfaction. Do you understand?” he demanded when she pouted and widened her eyes, looking at him as though he might be the cruelest man on the planet if he carried out his threat.
He would do what he had to, to ensure her submission for her own protection even though the thought of any other man touching what he now regarded as his was abhorrent.
“Yes. Yes, Sir,” she said demurely.
“Good.”
He felt a strong loss when he pulled away from her body and left her straining on the tie and belt still wound over the branch above her.
“I see you have both been successful, gentlemen,” Richard said turning to greet two of the clients he had brought on the hunt.
“And you too?” one of them said. “My she is a beauty.”
He moved towards her, his hand outstretched to caress her but Richard was quick to stop him. He moved directly in front of Rose to shelter her body from being touched and from view.
“I wouldn’t touch. She bites,” he grinned lying to the man.
The man laughed.
“Is that why you have tied her to the tree?”
“Yes, I have just had to introduce her to some discipline. She is a wild cat. And I wasn’t joking about the biting either. She tried to get me twice.”
“Ouch.”
“Why don’t you go back to the vehicles and deposit your catch in the cages. I can hear them coming. I am going to have to handle this one myself.”
Both men grinned.
“Good luck with that one. She looks a right firecracker,” the second young man said pointing at her as they passed.
Richard glanced back at Rose to see her glaring at them. She bared her teeth and snapped them together at the men making Richard want to laugh. He watched the men walk away and the surrounding trees begin to fill with triumphant males bringing home the captured women. The only sound to spoil the successful hunt was the quiet tears of the women who had valiantly done their best to evade capture. It was a damn cruel heartless world they all lived in. He would do all he could to protect them and make sure they were settled with kind loving men. It was fast becoming a hard task but Richard was a romantic, more now than ever since the return of his friend and he would do all he could to make sure all of them were safe.
He took out his mobile and called the convoy.
“Arthur, bring me a cage. I have to separate a woman from the rest. She is too disruptive an influence.”
“You are going to cage me?” Rose was horrified when he ended the call.
He turned to face her and answered her without any emotion.
“Yes I am. It is the best way to keep you away from the other men and I think some time in close confinement will help you to begin to accept your situation and what is expected of you as a submissive.”
“I won’t be caged,” she moved on her bindings treating the Hunt Master to the intoxicating sight of her swaying hips and wobble of her breasts.
Richard lifted his lips in to a sensuous smile and tucked his fingers underneath her chin lifting it up to him.
“You will be caged. No arguments. I am keeping you secure and disciplined, little one. There is nothing to be afraid of. Think of it as your designated safe place. Learn to trust me,” he instructed in a velvet voice.
“I can’t trust a man who cages me even if it is to keep me safe.”
But the Hunt Master was to ignore her. He caressed her lips with a brief kiss and then told her,
“Before I cage you I will need to collar and leash you. Do not fight me, there is no escape from this,” he smiled.
Rose opened her mouth to protest but he wagged his finger at her.
“Do not say a word from now on until we reach the Manor or I will gag you,” he told her.
He expected her to ignore him and swear but when the men appeared at the side carrying the small cage sufficient to place a person inside, she closed her mouth. Fury still reigned on her face but he hoped she was trying her level best to find it in her heart to trust him.
Richard nodded to the men and moved back to his tethered horse watching the men set the cage down in front of Rose and open the door. From the bag on the side of his saddle the Huntsman took out a leather collar with a steel ring on the front and a leather leash.
When he walked back to Rose she was staring at the cage with fear in her eyes. He cupped her face and brought her eyes back to him.
“Keep trusting me. I will untie your hands and when I do I expect you to show your submission to me and kneel.”
Again, she opened her mouth to issue a rebuke but when he gave her a warning look she closed it again and lowered her eyes and head respectfully. Rose rubbed at her hands and wrists when they were free again and she stood before him vulnerable and naked. The men who had brought the cage looked intrigued with her form riling Richard. He wanted to send them on their way and reprimand them but if he did he would give his favoritism for the woman away and that might prove dangerous to them both.
Richard’s tall handsome fair headed athletic form stood over his dark haired beauty and indulged his sudden urge to free her long hair from its pinned prison. She gasped with the force he used to shake her hair free and force the black curls to tumble like a waterfall down on to her shoulders.
“That’s better. I want to see all of your beauty, little one and your hair is an asset,” he told her. “Very pretty.”
“She’ll fetch a good price, Sir,” one of his aides next to the cage said.
“Yes, yes she will,” Richard answered casually. “Now, Rose what are you going to do? I expect you to do this willingly,” he said holding the collar and leash in front of her.
With some reluctance and a growl Rose began to lower herself to her knees in to the leaves littering the floor of the woods. The two men grinned and gave a chuckle of approval.
“Good girl,” Richard soothed ruffling her hair.
More men from the Hunt came to watch him work the defiant minx in to submission and in to the cage. But Rose became afraid and pushed herself forward on to his leg to clutch at it as they crowded round.
“Shh, there is nothing to be afraid of,” he said stroking the hair on top of her head enthralled at the way she clung to his leg vulnerableand in need of his protection. “Let’s get you collared,” he said softly. “I think you will feel more secure on the leash.”
Richard lowered himself on to his haunches and placed the leather collar around her throat and neck. Once it was fastened he immediately applied the leash to the steel ring.
“Good. Now I want you to crawl to the cage.”
Before Rose would even consider moving he had to give her another warning look. It was all that was needed to keep her temper and fear in check. He tapped her bare bottom with his palm twice and she was moving. He tugged on the leash and led her to the cage by it. Once there he unclipped the leash and guided her with a firm hold on her hips to crawl in to the cage and settle herself on its floor. He closed the door and closed the padlock. He patted the top of the cage.
“Nicely safe and secure, sweet one,” he soothed.
“Take her back to the trucks and keep her away from the other women. Guard her and make sure no one touches her. She bites and needs to be separated from the others for stronger training,” he firmly instructed. “I will personally take care of it.”
The two men picked up the cage raising a frightened gasp from Rose and carried it by the handles at the front and back between them to the trucks. Richard replaced his tie and returned to mount his horse triumphant in his hunt listenin
g to calls of approval and comments from the surrounding men. Now he was eager to return to the Manor and begin his beautiful captive’s training in earnest. She belonged to him now and no one would be allowed to take her from him.
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