I let out a soft moan and he began rubbing my pussy harder and faster.
“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master, oh God, yes.”
I could feel my orgasm building. I couldn’t believe it, here I was bound to a table, brutally beaten and now I’m about to get off. Still, I couldn’t help it, my body wanted him, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My breathing became erratic and I arched my back, desperately wanting more before finally it was all just too much.
“Enjoy yourself?” He asked with a bit of a sarcastic tone.
I was too breathless to reply, but yes I did enjoy myself and the waves of pleasure that were still washing over me.
“The problem is, I didn’t say you could come. You are my slave and you will come only when given permission to do so.”
Before I could ask if he was serious, Devlin leaned down and showed me his new weapon. Gone was the paddle and in its place was a cane, an actual bamboo cane.
Surely he wouldn’t really hit me with it. This had to be just something he was going to use to scare me into submission. But I was wrong.
I heard a swish and then I felt the cane land across my backside, and the pain shot through me like a line of fire. I screamed out but it didn’t do any good. He waited a few moments for the pain to sink in before laying another stroke across the back of my thighs.
There were tears running down my face and I sobbed as yet another stroke cut across my ass. I lost count of the strokes after that and could do nothing but endure each one as it slashed across my helpless bottom.
“Just remember, every time you disobey me, this is what is waiting for you.”
“Please, I’m sorry Master. I won’t do it again.”
He paid no attention to my pleas and continued to beat me with the cane. I nearly passed out from the pain and barely noticed when he stopped and freed my wrists. He lifted me up and carried me semi-conscious into one of the bedrooms and handcuffed me to the bed so that I couldn’t get away.
I was weak and tired and in a state of utter disbelief. My body hurt and I just wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep and make all of this go away. My eyes were heavy and I couldn’t force myself to stay awake any longer even if I tried.
I don’t know how long I was out but when I woke up, I was confused about where I was and what had happened. My body hurt all over, but especially my ass. It was only when I heard his footsteps retreating down the hall that I began to remember flashes of what had gone on. He must have come to check up on me and thought I was still asleep. Bit by bit, it came back to me what had happened. How I had been brought here, stripped, collared and beaten. I remembered how I was at the mercy of this man, who I thought I knew and trusted but he turned out to be a monster.
I heard his footsteps again and closed my eyes feigning sleep, hoping he thought I was still asleep and go away. No such luck.
I felt the coolness of a wet cloth on my forehead and opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. He had a look of concern on his face, which I found difficult to understand considering the thrashing he had given me. He, however, acted as if the punishment hadn’t happened and gently wiped my face.
“In time you’ll learn my sweet, that once a punishment had been administered, you’re absolved of your misbehavior and it won’t be mentioned again.”
He smiled at me then undid the cuffs. He scooped me up in his arms and laid with me on the bed. It was then I noticed all the fluffy pillows and how nice the sheets where. My bruised body appreciated their softness.
He leaned in and kissed me. I knew there was no point in resisting him so I returned his kiss with equal fervor. I would do anything to avoid the risk of another beating. If he wanted a kiss then I would kiss him. If he told me to jump up and down on one leg while singing then that is what I would do. Nothing was worth risking another beating with the cane.
“My sweet little slave, you're going to find the balance between pleasure and pain.”
I didn’t want to find out more about that, I just wanted to go home. I wanted all of this to be over. Devlin may be the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my life, but looks aren’t everything. That’s a lesson I have learned the hard way. I can’t believe I had to have it beaten into me, but now I truly know not to judge a book by its cover. Devlin is a monster, about as far from Prince Charming as one could get. Why did I ever think he was so perfect just because he was good looking?
Still, I had never felt so drawn to a man before. I had a hard time controlling my desire for him when he was around. Even when he was being a jerk of a boss at work, I was still attracted to him in a way I couldn’t explain.
And now I’m naked, handcuffed to his bed, beaten and bruised and wondering if he is ever going to let me go.
Devlin ran his hand lightly over my breasts. He lowered his head and sucked on each nipple for a short time.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, while trying to hold back my tears.
“Because I can. You are my slave, my property and that means I can do whatever I want to you.”
I wanted to resist but I knew better, the pain wasn’t worth it. For now he was my Master and I his slave.
Chapter 6
I must have slept the rest of the night because when I opened my eyes sunlight was pouring in through a window. I tried to stretch my arms but I realized I was still handcuffed to the bed. Only one wrist was restrained and I could move in a limited fashion. I rubbed my eyes with my free hand. I was alone in the big bed and struggled to sit up.
I was able to pull myself up with my free hand and managed to get a pillow between my back and the iron bars of the bed frame. I saw the welts on my thighs and grimaced at the memory of what happened the night before.
I could hear Devlin in another room. Surely he could not intend to keep me here as his slave forever. He’s a lawyer, he had to know the legal ramifications of keeping me a prisoner. At some point he was going to have to let me return to my apartment, plus I had to go to work tomorrow so I took solace in knowing this nightmare would be over soon. Too many people from work seen us leave the bar together Friday night so if I went missing, they would go right to him. He had to know that, right?
It’s going to be weird seeing him at the office after what he did to me last night. Maybe I should consider getting another job. I hate to leave Ashworth and Kent but I think it’s just going to be too strange to see Devlin day in and day out after all of this. And there was no way I could face Sandy. I’m a horrible liar and I know the first time she sees me she’ll ask me a million questions about what happened between Devlin and I after we left the bar. What could I say?
No, I just couldn’t do it. I would have to get a new job. Somehow.
The smell of fresh coffee brewing in the other room brought me back to reality. I wanted a cup, but was afraid to call out to him and ask. Before long I heard his footsteps coming towards the bedroom and shortly after he appeared at the door, carrying a large tray. He balanced the tray on the bed and smiled down at me.
“Good morning my sweet little slave.”
“Good morning Master”
“I thought you might like some breakfast.”
He sat down on the bed and I thought he would release me so I could eat. However he made no move to free me. He poured two cups of coffee and asked me if I took cream and sugar.
“Cream but not sugar, Master.”
He added the cream, stirred the coffee and held the cup up to my mouth so I could drink and I did so gratefully. There was a plate of croissants on the tray. He picked one up, tore a piece off and spread it with butter and jam, then fed it to me. Piece by piece he fed me the croissant stopping only to wipe my mouth with a napkin. The food was good and my empty stomach was grateful but it still felt strange being fed like a helpless child. While we ate he also handed me a small container with some pills. One I recognized as my birth control pill but I was unsure of what the others were and I looked at them closely, fearing what they co
uld be.
“That’s just a daily vitamin and the larger clear one is fish oil. It’s supposed to enhance your immune system and help reduce inflammation.”
It was strange to think that my kidnapper was concerned with my health and wellbeing but nonetheless I swallowed the pills and thanked him.
“Do you need to go to the restroom?”
“Yes please, Master, I do.”
He smiled, clearly happy with my obedience. Pulling the key out of his pocket he unlocked the handcuff tethering me to the bed.
“You may take your time in there, have a shower, and wash your hair. However, there is no lock on the door and as my slave, you have no right to privacy. I can and will come in as I please.”
“Yes, Master.” I replied desperate now to relieve my bladder.
“The bathroom is through that door over there.”
He motioned to a door on the other side of the room. I was not happy about the lack of privacy but there was not much I could do about it. All I could do is pray he wouldn’t come in while I was on the toilet.
When I had finished using the potty, I stood up and looked around the bathroom. There were large full length mirrors hanging on the walls giving me a view of my bruised and beaten body from all angles. I examined the painful welts and seen for the first time just how bad of a thrashing I had taken last night.
Before I could obsess too much about it, I saw the door being pushed open and grabbed a towel to cover myself.
“What's this? Not being shy are we my slave?”
Devlin removed the towel from my grasp and pushed me down on my knees.
My face turned red as I realize he was standing over me naked. I don’t know why seeing his body embarrassed me, but it did. I tried to turn away but as I felt his large cock brushing up against my face I got turned on. He really was a gorgeous man and having him stand there so close to me made my entire body tingle.
I opened my mouth to take him in and he tangled his hands in my hair. Pushed my head down, forcing me to take more of him in my mouth. As I sucked on his cock he began to make soft little noises that turned me on immensely. I started to tease his cock with my tongue, running it up and down his shaft and then stopping for just a moment to lick his balls. That made him groan louder and when he did, he took a tight grasp of my hair. I concentrated on the head of his cock and licked around the rim and when I did I felt him grow even larger in my mouth.
His hips were thrusting back and forth and he began pushing my head down on his cock even more. His soft little sexy noises returned and I knew he had to be close to coming. It was all so arousing I found myself reaching between my legs and rubbing my clit.
Without warning he withdrew from my mouth and in one quick motion, had me lying on my stomach on the bathroom floor. He was positioned directly behind me, his knees keeping my legs spread apart. His hands made contact with my bare ass and the sound of the hit reverberated around the whole room. My body tensed and tears stung my eyes.
“I didn’t give you permission to play with yourself, did I?”
“No, Master. I’m sorry Master, I was just …”
Before I could finish trying to explain he spanked me yet again.
Tears flowed freely down my face. Devlin began to caress my ass, soothing the sting.
“You have such a nice little ass.”
“Thank y…. “
My words were cut off and replaced with a loud scream as Devlin’s hand made contact with my bare skin yet again.
“Don’t tense up, it will only make it hurt more. You need to learn to relax and accept your punishment.”
His voice was low and soothing, as if he had never hurt me. How could he be so gentle and sweet one moment and so brutal the next?
“Yes, Master,” was all I could say.
He trailed his finger down the crack of my ass and then made his way to my pussy. He worked his finger up the length of my wet folds. He spread my lips and began gently rubbing my clit and I couldn’t help but moan and push against him, wanting more. He pulled his hand out and spanked me.
“You are a greedy little girl aren’t you? You are going to learn to appreciate what I give you.”
He spanked me again, and I knew by now my ass had to be several shades of red. Although it was only his bare hand spanking me, instead of the paddle or cane from the previous night, it still hurt. I could feel the heat emanating from my skin.
“Yes, Master.”
I felt his erection pushing up against my thigh. As much as he was hurting me for some reason my body still wanted him inside of me. I instinctively arched my back, wanting him to penetrate me.
“You are such a dirty little slut. Look at you, begging me to fuck you.”
I didn’t respond. What could I say? He was right, I did want him to fuck me.
He spanked my ass even harder. “Say it,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
I let out a yelp when his hand came down on my bare ass yet again.
“Say it!”
“I want you to fuck me Master,” I murmured.
He spanked me again. “Say it like you mean it.”
This time I spoke much louder. “I want you to fuck me hard and make me like it Master.”
“You dirty little whore. You aren’t worthy of my cock inside you.”
“Please Master. I promise I’ll be a good girl. I just want you to make me come.”
His hands parted the cheeks of my ass and then I felt the sensation of his tongue on my asshole, probing and licking. The feeling was overwhelmingly arousing. I was quickly spinning out of control. The feeling of his large cock pushing against my leg, his tongue licking my asshole, it was all just so exquisite.
He brought one hand round and found my swollen clit. He toyed with it gently, pushing two fingers into my pussy and finger fucked me until I nearly came. It all drove me wild. I felt so full with lust for this man. I could barely stand it.
I let out a half moan and half whimper. What he was doing to me was so erotic and confusing and unbelievable. I didn’t normally get off on the twisted stuff, it’s just not me. This was more than I felt my body could take. I was so close to coming but then I remembered what Devlin had said last night about not coming without permission.
“Please slow down, I’m going to come,” I begged.
“You better not,” he said as he withdrew his hand.
I thrust my hips back, trying to get him to put his fingers back inside of me. I was close, so close, and I needed him inside of me badly.
He began spanking my ass with his bare hand over and over again. It hurt, I was aware of the pain but at the same time I was so aroused it was a different kind of feeling this time. The pain was somehow mixed in with the pleasure and the desire to come.
He reached between my legs again and rolled my clit between his thumb and forefinger. I couldn't hold back any more and cried out in pleasure. My pussy clutched in abandoned bliss and shock after shock of ecstasy went through me.
After Devlin stood up and helped me up from the floor and carried me to the bed, this time without securing my wrist to the bedframe with the handcuffs.
“You came didn't you?”
“Yes, Master,” I said as I hung my head in shame.
“And what did I tell you about coming without permission?”
“You said I would be punished, Master.”
“Yes, and so you shall be. This infraction will be going into your punishment book. I take note of each time you disobey me and at the end of the day, you will be punished for your transgressions. Do you understand?”
His eyes grew cold. “There will be no exceptions or excuses. Every time you disobey, baulk at something or talk out of turn it will be noted in the book.”
“Yes, Master.”
I understood but didn’t agree with it. This wasn’t right. He can’t keep me prisoner like this. I’m not his slave. I’m a human being. But still, remembering last night's punishment with the cane, for
now I better be careful not to anger him. I don’t want to ever go through that again.
His face lost its stern look. “I think it’s time we took a shower, you feel strong enough for that?”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
He helped me out of bed and led me to the shower. First he washed himself then turned his attention to me, soaping me up from head to toe. He had an amazingly gentle touch as he washed my body and then my hair.
When we finished our shower, he enveloped me in a warm dry towel. With one fluid motion, he scooped me up and carried me back to the bed. He handcuffed my wrist to the bed frame while he finished drying my body with the towel then left the room with me shackled to the bed.
I heard him moving about the apartment and could do nothing but wait and see what was going to happen next. After a bit, he reappeared, freshly shaved and dressed.
“I have to go out for a while.”
Surely he did not intend to go out and leave me chained to the bed for heaven knows how long. He undid the handcuffs and I thought for a moment he was going to relent. However, he slipped the cuffs through a bar on the bed and fastened them around both wrists so I found myself lying on my back, hands cuffed above my head.
“No please, you can’t be serious.”
He had a devious grin on his face. He was serious. I was helpless, cuffed to the bed and unable to do anything except endure the agony while he left and did God only knows what and for God only knows how long.
“What you don’t seem to understand is that you are mine. Your body is mine, all of it, your mouth, your sweet little perky tits, your tight little pussy, your ass, all mine. I’m going to take you when I want, where I want and how I want. I’m going to do whatever I want with you because you now belong to me. You are my slave, my property.”
He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “I won’t be too long my slave. Try to be a good girl in my absence.”
All I could do was cry as he left me alone. I heard the front door shut and the sound of the lock click and began to sob uncontrollably. I don't know how long I lay there like that. It felt like forever.
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