Hands spun her around so fast, Cate gasped. “You’re braver than I thought. Before we get started, you remember this safe word. You might need it.” Torrance’s fingers wrapped in her hair, painfully, as he led her to the sofa. “If you can’t take anymore, all you have to do is say, I’m Tor’s whore. It’s that simple.” He pushed her legs against the back of the couch and bent the top half of her body over the leather. Air hit her ass as he pulled the dress up over her hips.
The slap sent pain coursing through her already sore ass. With Torrance locked into her hair, Cate couldn’t move at all. Not that she wanted to. Maybe deep down she’d wished this would happen.
“You hesitated before you did it. That only means one thing. You debated, and you knew there was a chance you shouldn’t. Yet, you did.” He spanked her again. Cate moaned loudly. Her hips moved on their own, unconsciously begging for him to touch her pussy. A cry came from her mouth as he did.
Pressure moved down her folds, rubbing the wetness around in circles. “Tonight, you’re mine. You may have a master expecting you in thirty days, but until he comes, you belong to me. Say it, Cate. Tell me who owns you.”
“You do, Master.”
The sound of his belt unfastening was like music to her ears, yet she couldn’t deny the fear pumping through her. The fact that he could hurt her was real. She knew she shouldn’t trust this stranger for a second, yet, for some inexplicable reason, a part of her did.
Torrance’s knee pushed her thighs further apart. Leather from the end of the belt caressed her inner thigh. Cate dug her fingers into the sofa. The stimulation to her ass from his hand and now from this smooth material was pleasurably overwhelming. Especially when he started running the end of the belt over her slit.
“I’m about to pop your clit with this belt. And you’re going to fucking love it. And you know what? Tomorrow, when I go to the gallery, I’m going to wear this exact one, knowing that your juices are all over it. This moment, right now, is going to play back in my head. I’ll spend all day envisioning that sweet little pussy of yours.”
Cate jerked the moment the end made contact. She hadn’t thought that the few inches would have made that much of a sting. After all, it wasn’t like he had much room underneath there to work with, but the power that came from behind the thin belt nearly had her screaming with pleasure and pain. Still, she was nowhere near ready to say she was Tor’s whore. Hell, no.
“Fuck, yeah. We’re going to thicken that skin of yours up good.” His hand gripped her ass. The belt hit the floor, and he was suddenly breaching her opening with his finger. “Shit, you’re tight, doll.” Another joined inside her and Cate moaned as he stretched her wider. “You’re going to feel so good around my cock when the time comes. Not tonight, but soon. Very, very soon.” The thrust picked up speed and Cate was pulled up, against his chest. His arm went around her throat. “You’re about to cum for me.” His fingers left her, and she held onto his arm as he pulled her into the kitchen.
Buttons from the front of her dress hit the floor, spinning around wildly. As Cate watched one roll under the table, she couldn’t believe what was happening. This was a scene out of one of her wildest dreams, yet it was happening for real.
Torrance’s hand cupped her breast. “Perfect,” he whispered against her ear. The moment his arm left her throat and he was gone from her back, the emptiness that washed through her was nearly crippling. The contrast of being consumed, and then suddenly alone was something she didn’t like one bit.
“Take off your clothes and climb on the table. I want your legs spread wide. Be ready by the time I get back.”
Cate closed her eyes and let the dress fall to the floor. The picture of Tor’s perfect body in her mind suddenly reminded her how imperfect hers was. She felt mortified at what she was about to do. What if he was turned off by her weight? The curves of her stomach, or the thickness of her thighs? It was one thing to see them with her skirt over her hips, but to be completely exposed, right under a damn chandelier, at that. Son of a bitch! Cate unhooked her bra and slipped off her shoes. She climbed onto the high table. The marble was cold against her skin. She closed her eyes, again, praying she could be a size six or eight, instead of her actual size. Hell, she’d gladly take a ten right about now.
“Good girl. I’ve changed my mind. Get on your stomach and bend your legs toward your head.”
Cate’s eyes got big at what she saw. There was a machine. It reminded her of an electric screwdriver, just bigger. The rod-looking thing had a dildo on the end of it. What looked like a harness with four cuffs dangled from his hand. Her eyes rose and met his. When she caught his gaze, it held nothing but heat. The fears about her body vanished in that second. There was no judgment. No disgust. If anything, it was the complete opposite.
“Stomach, Cate. Don’t make me tell you again.”
Slowly, she rolled over and bent her knees. Torrance began fastening the cuffs on her wrists. As he pulled the straps toward her legs, the harness came to rest against her chest, just below her neck. Leather fitted around her ankles and she listened as the buckles slid into place. Torrance reached into his pocket and smiled. He pulled the ball gag out and leaned his arms against the table, coming face to face with her.
Cate could feel his eyes practically caressing her. She stared down at the table, waiting.
“Open wide, doll. We wouldn’t want to disturb the neighbors.”
Hesitantly, she separated her lips. She could see Torrance getting closer, out of the corner of her eye, and she moaned as he ran his tongue against the crease of her mouth. The ball was suddenly next to her mouth and she opened wide.
“Good girl.” His hand pulled her hair to the side and he fastened the gag. “Such a good girl. You are going to make your master so happy. I envy the bastard.” Torrance ran his hands down her back. “So beautiful. Compliant. Sweet.” The sound of the chair scraped against the wooden floor. “Let’s see how sweet you really are.” Fingers gripped where her leg and hip connected and he pulled her farther down the table. She could feel the edge just at her knee.
Torrance separated her legs wide and Cate groaned at the pull of her muscles. Against the ball gag, the sound was muffled. The vibration of the sound felt weird against her tongue. She swallowed and tried breathing through her nose. The wetness of Tor’s tongue sliding against her slit caused her arms to jerk at the sensitivity. With the restraints, she couldn’t move them very far.
“Oh yes.” His tongue pushed through her folds and into her entrance. “So fucking sweet, and all mine.” A finger slid into her pussy and he continued to flick his tongue all around her opening. Cate moved against the sensations, feeling the release she was so close to last time roar back to life like a tsunami. Wave after wave, she could feel herself building up and tightening against his increased thrusts.
Another finger joined the other and just as she was on the verge, he tsked. “Not yet, doll. Be patient.” Tor’s fingers paused inside of her and she let her head drop to the table. The coolness felt good against her flushed skin. She whimpered while she clenched her insides against his finger. She wanted more. Needed more. If he didn’t hurry up and do something she was going to scream. Literally. At least she’d try as best as she could with the gag in her way.
Frustrated, Cate tried to rock back and forth. Anything to change the pressure she was molded around. Teeth sunk into her ass, hard. Her legs jerked against the restraints and suddenly Torrance’s fingers were pounding into her. “You want to cum? I’ll fucking make you cum. You just remember the wait to cum again is going to be agonizing. Days. I control you, Cate. Me. These orgasms you’ll have belong to me. Remember that. I can make them come on command, or I can drag them out for hours. The choice is yours. Obey, and you shall receive. Defy me, like you just did, and you will pay a price.”
Tightening clutched at her stomach. Cate tried to see against the blurriness, but nothing was coming in straight from the tears in her eyes. Fuck, that bite had hurt like
hell. Pressure pushed against a sensitive spot toward the front of her stomach and she felt her body respond in a weird way. Over and over, Torrance rubbed against it, and it wasn’t long before she constantly started trying to squirm.
“You’re going to squirt so fucking good, Cate. Are you ready? I am.”
The built up tension peaked and Cate screamed as spasms shook her, hard. Wave after wave of release shot from her body and just when she thought it would stop, it continued. The energy from her was sucked right out with each one. She felt her legs fall back against the straps. The harness tightened around her chest and she didn’t care. She was sure she couldn’t have moved if she wanted to.
Tor gripped her ankle as the weight of her legs proved too much as he undid the cuffs. She let them drop and dangle from the table. After he undid her hands and the ball gag, Cate rolled over and faced him. Her eyes lifted and she could feel the tears return, but she held them in. “I’m not a very good submissive, am I?”
Torrance cupped her cheeks. “Today’s your first day. You did great. It’s just going to take time. Now you have to face your punishment. If you’re a good girl for a few days, we’ll see how things go. Now, head back to the room and take a shower. I’ll order us some food. Then we can cuddle in bed and you can read me some of our book.”
Cate smiled, and looked down as she followed his orders. Torrance followed with her bags and he placed them on the floor. He was gone before she could tell him thank you. She grabbed some clothes and headed for the shower. The bathroom was huge, and she couldn’t believe the size when she went in. The marble was the same dark color as the table. There were multiple showerheads and she didn’t even know how to turn it on. Torrance was suddenly behind her. He laughed, and the sound of it made her mouth twist.
“It looks intimidating, but it’s really not … here.” He led her forward and hit a button on the screen against the wall. “It turns off the same way.”
“Thank you. Master.”
He gave her a tender smile and shut the door behind him. Cate walked forward and looked at the surrounding mirrors. She turned around and took in the bruise coming up on her ass from his bite. “Yes,” she whispered. Battle scars. Well, it technically wasn’t going to scar, but she felt proud as she looked at it. Her master had done that, and although it’d hurt, he’d plenty made up for it with the way he made her cum. Holy shit. She could easily say that was the best orgasm she’d ever had in her life. If that’s what it even was. She didn’t know much about squirting, but she could definitely get used to it.
Cate rushed through the shower routine, wanting to hurry up to get back to Torrance. What she was really looking forward to was getting to that book! She’d completely forgotten about it, and the fact that Torrance wanted to hear it too was mind-blowing. The water cut off on her command and she grabbed her pajamas and slid them on. They were nothing fancy: A pair of light pink bottoms with a matching camisole top. She wrapped her long dark hair in the towel and after a few seconds took it down. The brush got stuck in a few of the knots, but she was pretty sure she’d finished in record time.
As Cate came into the living room she noticed there were no traces of what had just happened between them. And as she looked around, there were no traces of Torrance either. She spun around in a complete circle. There were other doors down the hallway to the left of the kitchen, but she wasn’t about to go searching for him. A door to the outside balcony caught her attention and she headed out into the night. The lights were mesmerizing and she looked down from the forty-third floor feeling more free than she ever had in her life. Wind whipped through her wet hair and she closed her eyes letting the feeling wash over her.
“Did I hurt you too badly?” Torrance stepped from the shadows at the other end of the balcony and Cate jumped.
“No.” She paused. “Master.”
“I don’t expect you to address me that way, right now. In time, you’ll know when it’s appropriate and when it’s not.” He motioned. “Come here, Cate.”
The cement was still warm from the sun as she walked to him. His arms outstretched and she molded her body to his. The smoothness of his skin against her face had her closing her eyes. Even though she barely knew this person, the bond they shared over the experience she’d just gone through was definitely strong.
No words were spoken as he held her. Minutes flew by and a ringing had his arms falling. “Food,” he sighed. His hand grasped around hers and she followed him inside. “Couch, doll. We’ll watch some TV while we eat. Then it’s off to bed for some reading.”
Cate wasn’t sure why, but when she saw the big couch, all she wanted to do was jump up and down on it. The moment she did, she instantly regretted it. It wasn’t anywhere near as soft as she’d thought and the bite on her ass had her wincing against the pain.
He walked over with the bags. “You’re not what I imagined at all. You’re quiet, yet you’re absolutely silly at times. I like it.” He laid the food out on the glass coffee table and picked up the remote, turning on the large flat-screen television. An episode of Chopped flashed on the screen.
“Oh! I love this show.” Cate took the box of food Torrance had handed her, absentmindedly. She reached for the remote and turned it up. The basket opened, displaying different ingredients, and at the squid, she cringed. Slowly, she lifted the lid on her to-go box and glanced down. She froze, and looked back towards her lap. Had she seen that correctly?
She wasn’t sure what the hell she was looking at. Her gaze went to Torrance, who was smiling at her. “What is it?” she asked, curious.
“It’s calamari salad, and gourmet stuffed Italian peppers with vegetarian risotto. It’s your new master’s orders. He sent me a list that he wants you to follow.”
Her mouth opened and she wasn’t sure what to say. Well, she knew what she wanted to say: hell, no, she was not going to like it. Cate thought of herself as more of a steak and potato kind of girl. This was far from it. She had nothing against vegetarian or vegan food, but she didn’t like peppers, so that limited what she actually got to eat.
Her eyes peered over to Torrance’s box. It looked like more peppers with some kind of nuts or something spread over the top of it. Torrance made a face that looked like the one she knew she probably wore. “Don’t worry. I couldn’t let you suffer alone. Eat up, Cate.”
Well, she had wanted to go on a diet. Cate grabbed her fork and looked down. The first bite was hard to stomach. She knew most people would have probably loved the dish, and it wasn’t too bad, but it just wasn’t her type of food.
The battle on the TV was in full swing and before long she quit worrying about her food and just ate it. It was probably the healthiest thing she’d had in…forever. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she started eating like this.
Torrance disappeared and brought her back a glass of wine. She took it, gladly. “Thank you for everything. I know you didn’t necessarily have to do this. It means a lot to me that you did.”
He nodded and grinned, but kept quiet. The wine against her tongue was sweet, yet dry. She grabbed the coaster from the small rack on the table and placed her wine glass down. Tor’s empty food box was lying next to him. She picked it up and took it into the kitchen with hers. It took a moment to find the trash compactor, since she was looking for a garbage can, but she soon located it.
“I’m off to take a shower. Finish your wine and I will meet you in bed.” He got up and she watched the muscles flex in his back while he walked to the bedroom. A sigh escaped her mouth and instead of sitting down, she grabbed the glass of wine and finished it off as fast as she could. After washing it out, she climbed into bed, noticing that the book and her glasses lay on the far table. She grabbed her glasses and put them on, and started reading the back of the book. The sound of the water shut off and she looked up.
It wasn’t long before Torrance walked out completely nude. Cate’s fingers gripped onto the book, hard. Jesus. That word must have repeated in her mind a million times whi
le he walked toward the bed and got under the covers. Oh yes. The man not only looked like heaven, but it appeared he had been blessed by the gods themselves. His cock could make any girl happy. She just hoped she was lucky enough to be one of those girls at some point.
Torrance’s long arms wrapped around her sitting body, and he pulled her closer to him. “Lean back, and read to me.” His head rested in her lap and she complied, adjusting the pillow behind her. As she began to read, she glanced down and took in the man who’d changed her life in one day. Who was he really? Did he harbor dark secrets inside of himself? Most people did. She just hoped they weren’t as dark as hers.
Chapter Five
For seven days Torrance didn’t touch Cate. He could have sworn it was the longest week of his life. He opened his eyes on the eighth day and stared at her sleeping face. Her lips were parted, and there was a rosy tint to her cheeks. The angelic vision had his cock unbelievably hard. She was molded to him, her arms locked around his chest. From the way he cradled the back of her neck, he knew he was the one who’d pulled her into him.
This was definitely not how he expected things to work out. What had he been thinking, moving her right in, and into his bed, no less? She wasn’t his. He knew that. Hell, from the first day when he had staked his claim on her, and told her she was his for thirty days, he knew that was a lie. She didn’t belong to him one bit.
The training could have easily gone without any sexual tension at all. It could have been by the book. Yet, he had moved right in and possessed her. Why? Oh, he knew why. The pain. He was a sucker for it. He’d let himself get attached just enough, and when she left, he’d feed off of it. It’d last for a few weeks, maybe a month, and he’d move on. He was a sick fuck. He knew that. But what could he say? Losing her would benefit him in the long run. It was wrong, and he couldn’t do that again. Not to Cate. She didn’t need to get attached to him, any more than she already was. This powerful, swept-away feeling needed to stop. He needed to move her to the other bedroom and let her focus on her master’s orders. Even if he thought they were bullshit.
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