I was only aware of the pain and every minute felt like an hour. I tried twisting my body to find a position that might lessen the pain, but had no luck. No matter how I contorted by body, my arms hurt. All I could do is lie there, in agony, praying for his return. The longer it took, the heavier my arms got.
After what seemed like an eternity, I heard his key in the lock. He did not come straight into the bedroom though. I had no idea what he was doing but waited, tears pouring down my face. Finally, he came to check on me.
“Please Master,” I begged him.
“What?” He teased, knowing full well what anguish I was in. “You want me to let your arms down?”
“Yes Master, please.”
“Very well then, I suppose I can do that. I think by now you have learned your lesson.”
“I will do anything you ask of me, please just let me put my arms down. The pain is unbearable.”
He tugged at my wrists and then undid the handcuffs, letting my hands fall to my lap. After, he pulled something out of his pocket. I noticed it was the same leash from the night before.
“I hope we are not going to have any more trouble with this today,” he said as he attached it to my collar.
“No, Master.”
As soon as I got off the bed and onto my feet he pushed me down onto my knees.
“Now, I want you to crawl.”
I did not hesitate this time but it still wasn’t quick enough for him. The riding crop was back in his hand and the sting of it across my thighs started me moving. I crawled across the floor, following his lead with the slash of the crop urging me on. He led me into the living room and while I crawled on my hands and knees to where he wanted me to go I began to think about ways I could escape. I tried to play back the memory of walking into the building.
I tried to remember everything I could about it. There were mailboxes on the wall on the first floor and I didn’t recall seeing a security guard in the lobby, nor did we use any sort of key to enter the front door.
That was good because if I did get away that meant I would easily be able to get out of the building. I remember walking into the elevator, that he called a lift.
I didn’t think much of it at the time, but I’ve noticed over the years he did that sometimes, say some things differently like tennis shoes he called trainers. I always thought it was cute when he did that.
But just because I noticed a few things about him, didn’t mean I really knew the man. We worked together every day for over a year. I knew how he liked his coffee, and that most days he wouldn’t go out to eat lunch unless he was with a client. He tended to bring his lunch from home and it always seemed to be something healthy. I knew that on Monday he wore a red power tie. I knew when his birthday was and that his favorite cake was double chocolate. But now I realize all of those little things I knew about him were trivial and meaningless because I didn’t really know him at all.
I had no idea where he was born, if he had siblings or where his parents lived. I knew he was a lawyer, so obviously he went to law school, but I didn’t know where. Funny how easy it is to convince yourself that you know the people you see day in and day out at work, but really don’t know them at all.
I tried to keep my focus on the layout of his building. He lives on the top floor, so I couldn’t jump out a window. I might break my neck and kill myself. There had to be a better way to escape. Then it hit me, did he have one of those outdoor fire escapes like you see in movies? If he did and if I could find it, maybe that is how I could get away.
Even if I couldn’t get enough time to run down all those flights of stairs, I could get down far enough to jump to safety. Maybe. How many flights could one jump and survive?
Then I looked down at my naked body and sighed. No clothes. If I did get lucky enough to get free I might have to do it naked. Thinking about facing an escape buck ass naked, I began to cry again. He turned and smacked the crop down hard on my ass.
“Stop crying or I’ll give you something to really cry about.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Stand up.”
I quickly obeyed and as I got to my feet he pushed my face against the wall and ordered me to stay. Several hooks were screwed into the wall. The sight of the clamps made my heart race.
He took out a long thin rope and began threading it through the hooks and around my wrists, with my arms stretched above my head and then he kicked my ankles forcing me to spread my legs wide while he connected my ankles to the hooks.
He unclipped the leash and left me standing there, completely exposed and unprotected. He could do as he wished with me and there was nothing I could do to defend myself.
I was scared, more so than I had been before. I wanted to cry but I remembered his warning and feared the beating I would get if I did. I took slow deep breaths, trying to control my fear and to stop myself from having an all-out panic attack.
Devlin picked up a strange looking whip with several leather strands, almost like the head of a mop, well if a mop was made out of leather.
“Do you know what this is?”
“No Master, I don’t.”
“This is a flogger.”
As soon as he said it, he hit me across the breasts with it. It stung but didn’t hurt as bad as the cane. He struck me again on each arm and then on the lower part of my stomach.
I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes, each time he hit me with the flogger. I tried so hard to maintain control but the sting of the leather hitting my bare skin was just too much. I began to cry out in earnest and pulled at the restraints trying to get free as he continue to hit me with the flogger over and over again.
At last he put the flogger down and released me from my restraints. My body was weak and I fell into his arms. He untied the rope and gently laid me on a sheepskin rug and when he did I noticed his erection. At first I felt it and without thinking about what I was doing, I reached out to touch it and found myself rubbing him through his jeans.
I could feel it growing harder so I began to undo the buttons, so that I could free his erection. Despite all that he had done to me, I still wanted him. Plus I knew that if I was going to come out of this thing alive, I was going to have to get him to trust me and that meant showing him that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.
I moaned and my body strained upwards towards his as Devlin dipped his head, and caught one nipple between his teeth and bit down, while twisting the other between his fingers.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, Master.” It really didn’t feel good, it hurt like hell, but I knew what he wanted me to say.
I was finally able to unfastened his jeans and free his cock. As I stroked my hand up and down his length, he let out a low groan. It was sexy sounding, almost primal. I was sore from the beating I had taken, but still found myself getting wet for him.
I put my hand under his shirt and ran it up his hard stomach. He did have an amazing body and I wanted to see more of it. I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, trying to get him to remove it and finally he sat up, and pulled it up over his head, giving me what I wanted. I couldn’t help myself, I just had to run my tongue up and down the ridges of his well-toned abs.
So far he was letting me get away with my aggressive sexual behavior and I wondered just how far I could push it. My hand reached up to cup his cheek and I kissed him softly, pushing our bodies closer together and when I did, his hard cock strained against my stomach. It felt good and made me want him even more. With my other hand I reached down and started to stroke his cock again. It was huge and hard and ready for me.
He gently ran a finger down the side of my face, from my hairline to my jaw, tracing along my cheekbone. I gazed up at him, taking in his beautiful blue eyes. He ran his fingers gently over my lips and then pressed his mouth to mine.
He kissed me passionately while I slowly stroked his cock. Pulling back he looked into my eyes, perhaps trying to judge my sincerity. I’m not sure, what it was he was looking for
but suddenly a smirk came across his face.
“You seem to enjoy touching that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. May I kiss it Master?”
He didn’t answer me. He just pushed my head down gently, letting me have my way. I took his head into my mouth, then worked my tongue up and down his shaft. I could tell his breathing was getting heavier and I knew that meant he liked it.
I tilted my head back so I could look up at him again and then opened my mouth wide, letting him see my lips cover the head of his cock. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and then took him deep into my mouth and he let out a guttural groan.
I slowly slid my lips further along his shaft, taking him in deeper while I gently began playing with his balls. I pulled back, stopping only when the head was just about to pop out of my mouth and then took him all the way in again, swirling my tongue around his length. I looked back up and him and noticed his eyes were closed and his breath was coming in slow pants.
I couldn’t help but smile around the head of his cock. I liked knowing that I had that effect on him. I squeezed one hand tightly around the base of his cock while with the other I continued to play with his balls. When I did he grunted and his cock started to twitch. As I bobbed my head up and down, he pushed my face down onto his cock, thrusting his hips forward.
It was all so arousing a low moan escape my lips and I could feel how wet I was. I wanted to reach between my thighs and play with my pussy, but I remembered what happened the night before when I did and instead did my best to restrain my desires.
Suddenly he jerked my head back and pulled his cock out of my mouth. He stood up and roughly jerked me up, lifting me up, off of the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist, assuming he was going to carry me to the bedroom and have his way with me but he didn’t. Instead he cupped my ass with both hands and lifted me up and then slammed me down onto his cock. He filled every inch of me and it felt incredible. He was big, big enough that it stretched me out completely. It took a moment for my body to adjust to his size.
I couldn’t believe we were standing up having sex. Just the thought of how strong he must be to not only carry me but continue to lift me, forcing me up and down on his cock was even more of a turn on.
I admit my experience in the bedroom is a little lacking, but if I knew it could be like this, I would have tried to have it far more often. This was incredible. I never even imagined sex in a position like that was possible and yet here we were doing it. I have had sex before, but it was absolutely never like this.
I was so taken away by what he was doing to me, I let out a low moan from deep within my chest. I’d never done that before. I’ve moaned and groaned before, but this was different, like someone else or something else was taking over my body.
“God, you are so fucking tight,” he groaned.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t want him to know the truth that I hadn’t been with many men before. By the time most girls are twenty-one they had been with countless men. But I wasn’t that way, I was always so shy.
Using his strong arms he continued to lift me up and slam me down on his cock again and again. My breath quickened as his hard cock pumped inside of me. I closed my eyes, doing my best to stop myself from coming.
“You want to come for me don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” I barely got out. I was losing control and fast.
“That’s a good girl, come for me.”
I pushed my ass back to meet his thrusts, and as I did I felt him explode inside of me, just as my own orgasm ripped through me. It left me shuddering, unable to breathe and I held on to his body tightly. As I was holding on for dear life, he held me securely in place until I was done. His cock still pulsing and throbbing inside of me.
He carried me to the bedroom and put me down on the bed. He didn’t lay down next to me like I thought he might. Instead he stood over me, securing my wrist to the bedframe again with the handcuffs.
He went to get me a bottle of water, helped me drink it and when I was finished he leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“Get some rest, my slave. I’ll come check on you later.”
I didn’t respond. I just closed my eyes and did as he told me to.[i]
Chapter 7
I awoke to see him standing over me, fully dressed in a suit and tie. I knew instantly that it was a work day and that I should be leaving soon for the office. Yet here I was, a prisoner, completely naked in this man’s penthouse, and my entire body ached.
“Good morning my slave. I hope you slept well.”
He stroked my hair, which must have been looking unkempt by now. I couldn’t believe I actually slept through the whole night.
“Would you like to use the bathroom?”
“Yes please Master, I would.”
He undid the handcuffs and I slipped down from the bed onto my hands and knees.
“You may use the pink toothbrush. I bought it especially for you.”
I crawled towards the bathroom and felt a sting from his crop.
“We don't have all morning you know.”
“Yes, Master.”
I crawled into the bathroom and shut the door, hoping he would not walk in on me today. It seemed I was to be lucky this morning and I used the toilet and started the shower running without interruption. I looked by the sink and there, as promised, was a pink toothbrush in a glass. There was toothpaste too and mouthwash. I brushed my teeth and rinsed with the mouthwash and immediately felt better.
The shower felt good on my bruised body and I soaped myself from head to toe before washing my hair. After I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my body. It felt strange to have something, even a towel, covering my body after the last few days of being naked.
I noticed the razor and remembered his instructions to shave every day. I took off the towel and sat on the little stool, lifting my leg up to rest on the edge of the bath. I thoroughly shaved myself. I noticed there was a hairdryer in the bathroom, together with various brushes and combs. They all looked brand new. I dried and combed my hair, trying my best to hurry, not wanting to keep him waiting. Then after taking a look at myself in the mirror, I crawled out of the bathroom.
“You took rather a long time in there.”
He pulled the towel off from around my body and then I felt the sharp sting of the crop across my ass.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
He brought the crop down hard once more across my thighs.
“I will forgive you this time.”
“Thank you Master.”
“Now get back on the bed.”
I did as I was told and he again handcuffed me to the bed frame.
“Time for breakfast.”
He went into the kitchen and returned with a tray loaded with coffee, croissants, toast and strawberries. Like before, he fed me my breakfast. It was strange having someone feed me, but on the other hand it was also kind of nice the way he looked after me.
He fed me little pieces of toast smothered in grape jelly and pieces of a croissant, buttered to perfection. He also fed me strawberries dipped in sugar. I was very hungry and ate everything he offered me.
He held out a coffee cup. “Cream, no sugar.”
He smiled as I took it with my free hand.
“I have a very special afternoon planned.”
“Yes Master, what is it?”
“You will find out in good time. For now have some more strawberries.”
“Thank you Master.”
He dipped a strawberry into the sugar and held it up to my lips. I parted them and took a big bite out of the fruit. Finally I was sated and he wiped my mouth.
‘Thank you Master. It was a wonderful breakfast.”
“I have to go out for a while but I have something special planned for this afternoon so get some rest, I want you fresh.”
I wasn’t tired, I had only just woken up from a full night’s rest but he left me no choice. I was handcuffed to the
bed and couldn’t exactly do anything until he released me from my bonds. I was bored out of my mind while he was away. I continued to run the memory of entering the building through my mind to see if I could find something I might have missed. I still hadn’t found the fire escape but I also hadn’t had much of a chance to look.
I decided that when Devlin returned I would ask him if I could have a book to read in his absence. I couldn’t just lay here in bed and stare mindlessly at the ceiling all day, every day, while he was at work or running errands, I would go out of my mind.
I wondered what he had planned for this afternoon. I had never been good with surprises and the thought of what we could be doing rushed through my mind. I made myself as comfortable as I could and closed my eyes. Perhaps he was going to take me home. My mind was in a whirl. I don't know how long he was away it could have been minutes or hours, but I eventually heard his key in the lock. He came into the bedroom carrying a bag which he put down in a corner of the room.
I was burning with curiosity, “Please Master what do you have planned?”
“All in good time but first we have to get you dressed.”
I was delighted at the prospect of wearing clothes again and could hardly contain myself. He picked up the bag from the floor and placed it on the bed. He undid the handcuffs and I sat up straight.
“I hope you like what I chose for you my sweet slave.”
I looked and saw a loose fitting, little black dress and a pair of black pumps, with a matching set of black lace bra and panties. It was simple, yet elegant.
“Thank you Master for getting these things for me to wear.”
I dressed as quickly as I could. My body was sore from the beatings I had taken and my clothes rubbed painfully against my skin but I was keen to get going.
“Ok,” he smiled “just go and brush your hair before we go.”
I hurried into the bathroom to make myself presentable. When I left the bathroom I could barely contain my excitement. I was ready to go back out in the world again after being held captive in his apartment for days. Maybe I would get an opportunity to escape.
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