by Lucy Lixx
Pain. Pleasure. The idea was something new. I wanted to recoil from it. Before this, my life had been dull and simple. I went to work. Went home. I didn’t have anyone to talk to. A few online friends that wouldn’t think twice about me going missing. I wanted to recoil. I wanted to run, but I was always smarter than that.
You didn’t grow up where I grew up with the looks I had without being smart. I was sure that was something he didn’t know. I had to grow up running, and I learned to find ways out of sticky situations. I was snapped out of my thoughts, looking at him with head still pounding as he carried two bags. Fear rose up in me, but so did curiosity.
If he wanted to hurt me, then he would have already. I reasoned, allowing curiosity to take over. There was no expression on his face, but those dark, piercing eyes promised mischief still. I had ached to see what mischief they held, but I had never expected this. He sat them down at the small table with its chair.
It was the only other furniture in the room. I scooted back closer to the headboard that was chaining me so that I had more room to move, and my hand brushed a thin pillow. I gave him an odd look. It was a comfort he hadn’t a need to give me. He pulled out a bottle of water and popped open some Tylenol, handing them to me.
“For that pounding head of yours. It had to be done, but no reason for you to suffer.” He said, and I wanted to scoff at him.
This mysterious man had brought me here to ‘train me’, and it was ludicrous to think that he didn’t want me to suffer. He popped the water bottle, cracking the lid for me as he gave it to me. I took the medicine and water almost greedily, gulping half of it down before I came to my senses. My stomach growled, and he smiled at me. He went to the bag, opening it up and the smell made my stomach growl louder. He started to pull out Chinese food. It was almost comical, but my growling stomach wouldn’t let me find it humorous for long.
“I thought you’d like take out.” He said, and he went to me, pulling a key from his breast pocket and unclicking the chain from the collar. I noticed the leather collar stayed on. He sat on the bed.
“Don’t get up yet.” He said. I looked at the door, and his gaze slid to where mine was. There was a small, arrogant smile curving his lips.
“You think you can outrun me, Alice?” He said softly and with more familiarity than I would have liked him to have with me. I bristled instantly. I couldn’t run with him having that much warning. I knew I wouldn’t get far.
“No.” I said simply.
“Sir.” He corrected. “No, sir.” He said, and I said nothing.
He moved quicker than I expected, pulling me to him, and I started to fall from the kneeling position that I was into, falling into his lap. He had me bent over his knees in no time, and to my surprise I felt something hard against my naval. He’s hard. It slammed into me so hard it made my eyes widen, making me squirm on his lap. I don’t know what I expected, but it hit deep to think that he was getting off seeing me like this. Of course he’s getting off. I thought bitterly before my thoughts were interrupted.
Thwack. It echoed in the room, and my ass burned as I jumped on his lap, but he had me easily pinned down with his other hand resting on the small of my back. What he had just did sunk in slowly.
“You will learn respect, and if I must treat you like a child before I treat you like a woman to do so, then you will be treated as such.” He said before his hand rose again to hit my other ass cheek, and pain sprung up in the shape of his hand.
I was sure that there were red handprints marring my pale bottom by now, and I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t been spanked in years. I had never let a lover touch me like this, and even so they would have been gentler than his calloused hands raining down smack after smack on me despite my cries. I could feel him twitching against my stomach, obviously taking great joy in my situation. There wasn’t a part of my ass that wasn’t burning by the time I settled down and he stopped.
“Now, say it again.” He said softly, but there was almost a growl in his voice. I realized then that this man certainly was a devil. He couldn’t be reasoned with, and I tried to remember what had caused this in the first place. All I could do was concentrate on the burning of my ass.
“Alice, answer me or it will be with my belt next time.” He hissed, and the idea startled me. I couldn’t imagine a belt after what his hand could do.
“No, Sir.” I cried out, as if I couldn’t get the words out fast enough. Still his hand held me down, but the pressure eased away.
“Would you like food, Alice?” He asked me, almost taunting. I could tell that he was aching for me to disobey again, but I wasn’t going to let it happen.
“Yes, Sir.” I said, and my voice cracked more than I would have liked. He let me up, gently helping me stand as he crossed over to the table to give me the food. Chicken and broccoli. Fried rice. Vegetable not pork. A shrimp egg roll. It was my favorite. I had a feeling that wasn’t a coincidence. My heart sunk. How long were you watching me? I thought without daring to voice the question.
Startling the Rabbit
I knew in those first weeks she would see me as a demon, and I felt like one. What she caught onto quicker than some of the rest was that I liked being the demon. That first night, I could tell she caught on quickly. The way she had squirmed against me was something I relished. I ached to plunge deep inside of her, teaching her the pleasures that only a woman could feel. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but when I had researched, I knew it was unlikely she had many partners at all.
By the way she had looked at me the first time she saw me, I knew that they had been boys. Not men. They weren’t men. They were just boys. I thought with a satisfying smile. I didn’t often sample any of the women that I’d later be selling. She’d be sold off to the highest bidder when the exhibition took place, or I’d keep her. It was just a show of my skills, after all. I didn’t have to make a decision just yet. She had been more stubborn than I had initially thought. She had needed to feel the belt against her skin, and I had relished the look on her face as she had seen me pull it from my own pants.
The leather had scared her. I hadn’t even had to strike her too hard. I hadn’t wanted to leave too many marks on that perfect, porcelain skin. I had led her to the bathroom afterwards, allowing her to relieve herself and clean herself up. Sweat had dripped from her, but as I found out much to my surprise, it was not the only thing that was dripping. Alice was full of surprises.
“Why won’t you learn? It’s Sir, and I can give you as much pleasure as I give you pain. I give you food, attention, sleep. Do you think others are as nice as I, child?” I had chastised her.
She was smart in this, as she had said nothing. I had her hands tied to the bed, and she was face down. She had tried to get to her knees as my calloused hands trailed up those bare legs. She squirmed, but it wasn’t out of fright. I narrowed my eyes at her, knowing she couldn’t see me. I nudged her legs apart, but quickly she had clamped them down.
“Open your legs unless you’d like the belt again.” I said, and she knew she had a choice.
She had learned that if she took the punishment, I wouldn’t push, but I had started to make the punishments harder, making it clear that they weren’t worth what she was trying to protect. She had lost the bra and panties, stripping them away the day before in order to get her first shower. I could be kind if only she’d give in, and Alice was learning. That’s why she spread her legs.
I could tell that she was embarrassed, and as my fingers trailed to her wet sex, I could tell why. Even her thighs were wet. I was glad that Alice was looking at me. Masochists were hard to find, and they were a rare jewel. I hadn’t pegged her as one when I first saw her. She had tried to stifle her moan as she jumped away from my fingers. Alice only managed to push her ass into the air, presenting herself to me even more clearly as she tried to move away. It took her a moment to realize this, and I took the opportunity to slide a finger inside of her. I could tell her eyes had widened without
It had been three days, and I had yet to touch her like this. I had made her learn to ask for what she wanted, but never violated her. I had let her wait in anticipation, and this is what I got. A dripping wet girl that was pushing herself back against my finger even as a soft ‘no’ escaped her lips. Her body said different, and I added a second finger slowly without saying a word. I twisted my fingers inside of her, pushing them in and out slowly, deliberately.
“What a surprise, Alice.” I cooed at her, and she only moaned softly in response.
It was half pleasure and half distaste. She didn’t want to want this, but here she found herself nonetheless. Acceptance would come quicker for her than it would for most. That was something I was sure of. This time, I didn’t make her beg for what she wanted. I knew what she wanted, and I ached to give it to her as much as I ached to be inside of her right now.
As I moved my fingers in and out with delicate, deliberate motions, my pants seemed too tight. Too constraining. It wasn’t long before her pussy clenched around my fingers. She said nothing, but her moan was enough. The tension in her body relieved, and I could feel the wetness as she came, hard and fast. I pulled my fingers from her quickly, leaving her empty. She barely was able to keep from moaning at the loss.
“I think you got more out of your punishment than you were supposed to, but perhaps you’ll remember that pain and pleasure can go hand in hand for you, Alice.” I said, unchaining her as I helped her to sit up. Her cheeks were bright red, and she refused to look at me. I walked her to the restroom in silence, telling her to enjoy her shower this time.
What she didn’t know was that even there I had cameras watching her. I had seen her masturbate herself to orgasm with her fingers trying desperately to do what mine could to her. I had seen the frustration in her face and body as it slumped against the shower walls, and I could see it now. I didn’t need to tell her I was watching. I think we both knew by now, and Alice didn’t ever stop doing what she did. She desperately sought release from the buildup of sexual tension she seemed to get every time I entered the room.
Dreaming of Passion’s Fire
I hated what this had become. It was routine. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I wasn’t supposed to ache in the shower, fingers sliding between my sexes, trying to copy what he had done to me. I shouldn’t let my eyes linger on his pants a little too long, wanting to feel that hard bulge deep inside of me. That wasn’t what was supposed to happen. I was supposed to hate him. The police were supposed to come. I was supposed to be free, but I was learning not everything went as expected. I certainly wasn’t supposed to be sitting here, remembering a dream I had the night before as he talked to me.
“What are you becoming, Alice?” He asked for the third time since I had arrived here. I had tried to count the days, but I knew it had to be past a week now. I knew the answer he wanted.
“A slave.” I said, and the word was like acid on my tongue, but it also sent a thrill of pleasure through me.
“Your slave. I’m yours. Oh God.” I would shout as he had me bent over the bed. His hands pulled my ass up higher in the air, making my calves strain as I was on tip toes so he could get deeper inside of me, filling me. His voice interrupted my memory of the dream.
“How are you coming to terms with that?” He asked, seeming genuinely curious as I ate the lunch he had brought me. It was a sandwich with chips and a glass of soda. My favorite soda to be precise. I hated when he treated me nice. The lines were blurring too much. Good and bad. I hated thinking he was kind. I didn’t answer. He chuckled. I didn’t need to answer.
“Do you know the only thing I haven’t done to you that you’ll need to get used to, Alice?” He said, teasing me with my name again, making me tune into him. I knew what he was talking about. The dream played in my head again.
I could feel him against me, driving into me deeper than any man had ever reached. He was better than his fingers had ever been. He was thick and hard, and he reached around to pinch my nipple with one hand, making me arch back against him, pushing him deeper. I came, hard and violently in a release like I could never get on my own. It was only something he could force out of me, forcing me to endure pleasure I’d never find in the soft, gentlemen I had before him.
“No.” I said softly.
“Treated you like a woman.” He said, “I’ve shown you pain. I’ve shown you pleasure.” He said, taking a sip of his scotch as he watched me eat. There was no need for the chain anymore. I knew better than to run. He had informed me quite coolly before that we were quite a ways away from anything, and not even in the same state as we were before. I wanted to believe he had been lying, but his voice told me differently. I knew what he was getting at, but I didn’t want to think about.
“I hadn’t fucked you yet.” He said, spitting it out, and there it was between me and my captor. I looked at him, biting my lip and my breathing hitched. I was getting wet, and I couldn’t hide it. I was sure that he knew. He knew me better now than I had ever known myself, and I hated it. It also thrilled me.
“Do you want me too?” He asked, and his voice was softer than it had ever been before. His eyes were cool. They were still intense when I looked up. I couldn’t answer, and that all too familiar smirk curled over his lips.
“Think about it, Alice. You know what you are now. What you’ve become. Do you want me to fuck you or do you only want the pain this life can offer? Will you take the pleasures it has for you as well?” He said, and he got up.
I was sure that he was going to get up and bend me over. Just like in my dream, but he left. I heard the familiar click, telling me I was locked in, and I sat there. For the first time, I was stunned. My mouth was dry, my breathing was heavy, and I was left with the most traitorous word on my lips. Yes. I both wanted it and hated myself for wanting it. There was no way I could deny how much I was aching for it. I couldn’t even curse the thought anymore. The air seemed thicker now. Things were about to heat up in this frigid room. If only I could say ‘yes’. I don’t think I can say no. I thought, and it terrified and excited me.
Taking an Angel
I knew that it was unlike me to actually sample a woman I was planning on selling, but that was exactly what had been nagging at me. I wasn’t sure if I really did plan to sell her. Not really, at least. I was going to display her as a trophy at the exhibition. She was a prize figure eight, in target range with all of the physical attributes that many people required in the field. She would be the perfect trophy to show, and it was obvious that I she had once had a little fire in her as well.
Alice was perfect, and if I sold her, I knew that I’d be getting a high price. Certainly, she’d be a small fortune if auctioned correctly. I mused, and yet the idea of selling her didn’t appeal to me as it would with most. Leaving her in her own thoughts for two days had been easier said than done. I wanted her. My body ached for her.
I ached for her now. My cock strained at my pants, begging for me to wrap my fingers in her hair and force her pouty lips to the head before feeling her tongue slide down my length as I forced her to swallow every last inch. I groaned, trying to chase the thoughts away. I didn’t want to see Alice just yet. The dinner I had made would take another thirty minutes, and it was the longest thirty minutes I experienced in quite some time.
Alice jumped when I walked in the room. For the past two days, I had been sliding food in and locking the door. I didn’t even enter the room, but now she looked at me, waiting to see if I’d either chain her back to the bed or if perhaps I’d walk her to the shower. She gave me an odd look when I sat the lasagna down, smiling at her. There were two plates, as if we were having dinner together on a date.
“Eat. You must be hungry. I made this myself.” I said, as she approached with an odd look. It was as if she didn’t trust what I had to offer. I couldn’t help but to throw my head back, chuckling.
“You think that if I wanted to poison you, I wouldn’t do it already?” I said, moving the table so that she could use the bed as a chair, and I sat across from her.
I watched as Alice picked up her fork and started to eat. It was as if something overtook her. She enjoyed every bite, and it was written on her face. As the time stretched between us, I could tell that she became less enraptured with her food, and she started to stare at me more and more with a puzzled expression. There was something bothering her, and I could tell that Alice’s heart was hammering by the way that her breathing became a little less natural. I smiled at her, and I made sure to infuse it with just the right amount of lust and arrogance. It was a look that I had perfected over time, and even with Alice upset with me, scared of me, and full of sadness at her situation, I could tell that it was working on her as well.
“So, Alice, my dear.” I said in a silky, soft tone. “I know that you’ve realized your situation. I’ve watched you play with yourself in the shower.” I say, letting the point hit home. Her eyes widen for a brief moment before she looks away. I had a feeling that Alice knew already, but it was something that she had banked on me never making her confront.
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