Security Binds Her (Thalia Book 1) (The Thalia Series)

by Jennifer Bene

  He took his hands away from her and she almost opened her mouth to speak, to ask him why he made her enjoy it, but she shut her mouth hard. He set the soap down and leaned her head back under one of the shower streams, his fingers pushed through her hair and then there was a strong clean smell of shampoo. His fingers rubbed against her scalp and sent a chill down her back. The soap flooded over her front and one of his hands cupped her breast, pinching her nipple until she gasped and her hands started to come off the wall. He twisted her nipple hard.

  “Hands. Wall. Now.” He was growling in her ear and she pressed her palms back to the stone wall of the shower. Heat flooded between her legs, and she lifted her breasts into his hands unconsciously. He let go though and returned to rinsing her hair. When he was done he stepped back and she smelled another wave of the clean soap, followed by splashing water as he washed himself off.

  “Are you going to be obedient, Thalia?” His voice was closer to her than she had thought and her muscles jumped. She could feel his presence against her back but he didn’t touch her. She wanted him to.

  No. She didn’t.

  “Yes, sir.” She dropped her head down as a voice inside her almost laughed at her. She wanted to be touched, but she wasn’t going to beg him no matter what he said. No matter how wet she was, no matter how much her nipples ached for attention.

  “Get on your knees. If you please me, I’ll rub down your ass and thighs with a cream that will help you a bit.” He spoke clearly and she turned and slid to her knees, his cock already at eye level. She caught herself biting her lower lip, her tongue darting out over the place where her teeth had been. “If you disappoint me, I’ll leave you to heal on your own. If you bite me, I’ll do things to you that you can’t even imagine.”

  “Yes, sir.” Fear and a faint trace of excitement brimmed inside her, she was starting to recognize that this was just what he did to her. Maybe this was what he meant about her, what he kept saying she was.

  She wanted to come, she wanted away from him, but she knew she had to please him first.

  “May I use my hands, sir?” Her voice wavered and he smiled down at her and nodded.

  “Yes, you may.” His voice jerked as she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, her fingers barely touching as she tongued the head of his cock. She tasted his precum as she moved her hand up and down his length, sliding him into her mouth and beginning to swirl her tongue.

  His hips twitched slightly and she liked the power she had over the guard in that moment. She brought her other hand up to cup his balls, tracing her nails gently over the sensitive skin as she sucked him deeper into her mouth. He let out a quick groan and she picked up the pace, drawing his cock in until he bumped against her throat. She squeezed his balls gently and swallowed to let him into her throat. He moaned and his hand landed on her head, but he didn’t hurt her. Thalia held her breath and moved his cock in her throat until her eyes watered and then she pulled back.

  Then his fist clenched in her hair and pulled her forward again, pressing against her throat insistently.

  She had to please him.

  She gagged slightly, swallowing again to let him in and he thrust against her, bruising her throat as he started to move. As he worked towards his climax she tried to beg him to let her breathe but the vibrations seemed to only encourage him. Just as her vision started to edge in he pulled back enough to let her gasp and then he thrust back. She whimpered and laid her hands on his thighs in a silent plea and he finally came in her throat. His groans above her promised air soon and she swallowed fast, his taste filling her mouth before she could finally gasp.

  He pulled out of her mouth, his hand still clenched in her wet hair. “That was pretty good, slut. You’ll get better with practice.”

  In the most fucked up way his comment hurt her feelings, a blush burning her cheeks, and it was worse when he chuckled. “Don’t act offended, I’ll give you plenty of opportunity to practice, and based on what I know about you it’s not like you’ve had much lately.”

  “What do you know about me?” she asked before thinking, still on her knees in front of him, then she remembered to add, “Sir?”

  He smirked at her and flipped the water off before he opened the door, drying off quickly. Then he shook out a fresh towel and held out his arms. “Come here.”

  She rose to her feet and stepped into the towel and he patted her dry. Thalia noticed how careful he was not to rub her welts too much. He wrapped her hair in the towel and squeezed to wring it out, then he hung the towel up and walked into the bedroom. “Follow me, Thalia.” He called from the bedroom.

  Her legs shook with fear but she remembered to drop to her knees and crawl after him. He was standing by the bed, having pulled on some cloth pants already. But at least he smiled at her.

  “Good girl. Now get on the bed on your stomach and I’ll answer your question while I rub down your welts.” She stood and crawled onto the bed. He never took his eyes off her as she lay down. Then he walked around the bed and secured her spread eagled with soft leather cuffs. She couldn’t help but whimper, and she wanted to bring her limbs back in, to try and refuse him, but her skin burned and ached and she wanted him to help her.

  In a moment he had climbed onto the bed and sat next to her. “I’m sure you’ve noticed I don’t need the security job, but it let me get close to you.”

  Thalia almost spoke but the first stroke of cold cream across her skin almost had her purring like a cat. It felt incredible on her welted skin. His strong hands massaged it in and loosened the tense muscles underneath.

  “I knew you were submissive when I first saw you. It was on the street near the office building. I think you were coming back from lunch, and you stood out to me.” His voice was a drone as his hands moved over her skin, such a sharp contrast to the pain he’d caused. But his words ate at her. He had watched her? He took a breath and started speaking again, “After I got the job at the building you only confirmed it for me. Little signals in the way you responded to male attention, even more that you turned them all down for dates.” More cold cream spread across her ass, and he gripped the firm skin making her groan into the bed. What could she have possibly done to make him think she wanted this? She barely talked to anyone at the office, and the few who had asked her out to lunch or dinner in the past months had never done it publicly. “Are you still listening, Thalia?”

  “Yes, sir.” She tried to lift her head, but couldn’t turn to see him very well.

  “Let me see… it’s probably safe to say you’ve never been happy in a normal relationship. You don’t know why you’re not as sexually satisfied as the other women who talk around you.” He was describing her too well. She buried her face in the bed as she remembered coming so hard just moments after he’d beaten her with the belt. Was she really this fucked up?

  “Not that women are likely that fond of you. It’s hard for you to have strong friendships with women that aren’t similar to you, because you would distract the men in their lives with the potential of what they could do to you,” his fingers delved inside her and she moaned loudly before silencing herself, “that is, if they had the balls to take it.”

  “Sir...” she whined, she wanted him to stop. How did he know any of this? How did he know she’d always struggled to have friends at all. A few good friends, yes, but they had faded after high school, and working full time during her short stint in college had left her alone most of the time.

  “Don’t interrupt.” He spanked her lightly, and she wiggled as the tingle broke through the cold cream. “I researched you specifically as well. Mother died when you were young, father is a waste and doesn’t even talk to you. No close friends. You don’t even have a goldfish.”

  His strong hands worked the cold cream into her back and she was stunned that her life could be reduced to so little. That she had so little. That realization hurt worse than the marks on her skin. Instead of stopping, his words cut like a knife, “No one is going to look
for you, Thalia. It’s like you prepared yourself for me. And your doctor’s records showed you were clean and on the birth control shot.”

  At that Thalia jerked in her bonds, “You got my medical records?!”

  This time when he spanked her it was much harder and it made her whimper and pull at the restraints.

  “Thalia, don’t presume that because I’m showing you mercy at the moment that I won’t drag you back into the other room if you’re disobedient.”

  “I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t take me back in there.” Thalia’s voice was muffled as she buried her face into the bedding, fear turning her stomach.

  “Then behave, Thalia. Stop fighting me. And of course I had your records checked, you think I’d fuck just anyone?” More cold cream smoothed down her thighs, but the comfort had disappeared.

  “You planned -” she was crying again.

  He got off the bed, “Of course I planned, Thalia. I am not stupid, and I’m hoping you’re not stupid.” His hand was between her thighs again and she cried out when her hips lifted to meet his touch. “I couldn’t have planned for how responsive you’d be though, it’s quite a pleasant surprise.”

  Something cold slid inside her pussy and she bucked – it then vibrated suddenly, growing more and more intense, and then cut off again. Her heart rate had increased, and then the thing kicked back on, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She heard herself moan and then it stopped, leaving her frustrated.

  He laughed next to her. “Don’t feel the need to be quiet, Thalia. Everyone watching would prefer if you made noise, but that vibe shouldn’t let you come. If you manage to though, I’ll punish you.”

  Watching?!

  She jerked hard on her bindings but she couldn’t move, she craned her neck and saw him pointing to the ceiling above her. “Cameras, always on. I have a lot of friends who like to watch.”

  Thalia screamed into the bed and he laughed. When she cussed at him he swatted her ass. The vibe came to life inside her again and she squirmed on the bed, finding herself gasping when it stopped. A set of straps wrapped around the tops of her thighs, securing the vibrator inside her.

  “Be a good girl and I’ll be back to feed you lunch. Misbehave and you can squirm there all day until you beg me to fuck you.” His voice was final, no arguments allowed. She whined into the bed, and he spanked her again.

  “What do you say, Thalia?”

  “Yes, sir.” The words were hollow, her body trembling as she heard him walk away from her.

  Then the door clicked shut, and although the room was empty, now she knew she wasn’t alone. People were watching her.

  Chapter Three

  Thalia was trying to count in her head the time between the vibrator cutting off and turning back on. The spacing was never the same, but she was trying to fight the urge to scream and the counting helped in the silence. Her muscles were shaking from the stress of being tied down on her stomach for what felt like several hours, and she was hoping this would be the time she would finally slip over the edge.

  Five-one thousand, six-one thousand, seven-one thousand, ei-

  “Oh no...” Thalia moaned as the vibrator inside her turned on again, her wetness was pooling underneath her, but as she felt herself building toward that glorious edge, her body tensing and her breath coming in pants and moans – it stopped.

  She screamed in frustration, bucking against the restraints and ignoring the sting of the welts on her back.

  Thalia had no idea how much time had passed since her punishment that morning, after she’d slapped him, but being kept on the edge for so long had her emotions raw, and her body shivering with need. For a while she had stayed silent and as still as possible despite the vibe’s persistent humming inside the core of her.

  Eventually she had stopped caring about cameras and people watching, and had focused on trying to come, just to get the relief and ease the tension in her muscles. At this point she’d even take whatever punishment he had planned if she could just be done with the endless cycle of getting to the edge and being dropped back.

  She tried to make herself count again, but her brain argued against it. She was thinking about how he had reduced her life to so little when he had spoken to her. How sad to be that girl that disappeared without anyone caring. Would she even be reported missing? Or would her father be grateful to not have to make small talk with her every month or so? Would the temp agency she worked for keep calling her, or just erase her in their database?

  There was a girl at the gym that usually talked to her on the Tuesday and Thursday yoga classes. She looked for her, and laid her mat out by Thalia each time. Would she wonder where she was?

  Of course not.

  Thalia couldn’t even remember the girl’s name. She gritted her teeth as she tried not to sob, the strain of holding it in making her chest ache.

  The vibe came back on and she screamed again, “Please, please, let me come! Please, sir!” It wasn’t the first time she had begged in the time, and she had thought it was what he wanted, but then he hadn’t come back. It had to be lunchtime by now, somewhere under the tingling of her ever impending orgasm, the strain of her muscles, and the ache of the welts on her back – she was hungry.

  The vibe did what it had done a few times before and shifted the rhythm and intensity of its vibration to torture her in a new way. The tension coiled in her lower belly and it teased her with the edge, making her gasp and moan and buck her hips against the soft, useless bedding. “Master, please, let me come!”

  The vibe turned off again and she gasped, weakly pulling on the restraints as the beats of her heart measured out the time between the next torturous hum. Instead, she heard the door open somewhere behind her amidst the heavy sound of her breaths. She tensed as she heard his footsteps approach her slowly, lazily.

  “You’ve put on quite a show this morning, Thalia.” His voice held power in it, he knew exactly what she wanted and as she squirmed on the bed he talked to her like he was discussing the weather.

  She really wanted to tell him to go to hell, but that would be incredibly stupid considering she was tied to a bed and had been begging him to touch her for hours. Instead of calling him a series of creative names she whispered, “Yes, sir.”

  His touch on her thigh caused a tremor to run through her entire body, she was wound tight as a guitar string and he was plucking her. “You called me Master, Thalia.”

  “Yes, sir.” She gritted her teeth, realizing that was what he’d been waiting for. He had even told her it was what he wanted after her punishment. His words came back to her through the haze of her arousal, ‘I’ll look forward to hearing you call me Master when you’re begging me for my cock.’

  “So you want to come?” His touches were too light, barely brushing across her skin and she was so close she didn’t even try to stop herself as she lifted her hips towards him.

  “Yes, sir.” She moaned, gasping as his fingers glanced over her thighs.

  “Saying sir didn’t bring me back in this room, Thalia.” His hand left her skin and she released a scream of frustration, her hips lifting and then dropping back to the bed as the muscles of her stomach argued with the strain.

  “Yes, Master. I want to come – please!” She was begging. She was calling him Master. She was pathetic.

  And who knew how many people were watching her do it.

  When his hand slid between her thighs again and flicked something on the vibrator she would have jumped off the bed had it not been for the cuffs at her wrists and ankles. She moaned loudly and it dissolved into curses as he slid the vibe in and out of her.

  His clothes dropped to the floor and he ran his hands down her body. His touch making her moan even louder, and then she felt him behind her.

  “What do you want, Thalia?” His fingers grazed her clit slightly, but it was clear he knew how close she was because he gave her no pressure.

  “Please fuck me.” She said it quietly, and his soft laugh made her clenc
h her eyes closed against it. If she’d had her hands free she would have covered her ears.

  “Are you going to finish that request appropriately?” His voice warned.

  “Please fuck me, Master.” She whimpered as his hand turned the vibrator to a low setting that kept her wet but didn’t push her any closer to the edge. His fingers gathered her wetness and one pushed against her ass. She jerked in the bindings as much as possible.

  “Don’t fight me, Thalia. You asked for this.” One of his hands was gathering her hair in a fist to hold her down, as his finger pressed insistently, her body arguing and tightening as he pushed harder and finally delved inside her. She whimpered and bit down on her lip as he invaded her. No one had ever touched her there, and she squirmed to get away as he eased his finger in and out. Over and over.