Unbearable

by Alaska Angelini

  I walked to my closet, pulling out the riding crop. The thought of making her skin glow had me slowing as I passed the mirror. Hours with my new slave and I’d already jumped to things I’d usually do more on day three. My need to see how she reacted to the pain was my sole focus and I’d be a liar to deny it. Would she beg me to stop? Cry and fall apart into a sobbing mess? All of the above. But, like it? If only… A part of me prayed that would be her exact reaction. I’d spent weeks obsessing over her. Nothing was turning out the way I’d expected.

  Heat poured from my body and I shrugged the jacket off, tossing it and the crop on the bed. As I took off the cuff links and began to roll up my sleeves, I tried blocking those wide hips and full breasts from my brain. She was perfect in all the right places, if I wanted to be absolutely truthful with myself. Which I didn’t. I needed to focus, but even outside of the room, she was making it impossible for me.

  I picked up the crop and headed to the door that separated our adjoining room. Her eyes widened the smallest amount as I came through.

  “You ready to talk yet? I do believe I asked you a question before I left. Do you remember what it was?”

  Closer I came, until I was at the edge of the bed. After a few seconds went by and she didn’t answer, I slapped the leather end down on the top of her thigh. A large intake of breath was all I got out of the welt appearing across her skin.

  “Let me refresh your memory. I said, slave, why don’t you tell me where you met your husband. You ready to answer? Or do I need to hurt you again?”

  Nothing.

  I brought it down harder next to the first mark. Her jaw tightened, accompanied with her fists. That look was back in her eyes as they cut over to mine.

  “Fuck you,” she said, spitting, again. Something she seemed to have a habit of doing. It was one of the most disrespectful things a person could do and it sent my blood boiling every single time.

  “Fuck me? Fuck me? Okay, I’ll fuck you if you want it so bad.” I ripped at the top of my shirt, sending the buttons popping off. The anger she had on her face turned to terror in a heartbeat and I knew I had her. But I didn’t stop. I tore the shirt from my body, not missing the way her eyes nervously darted to my chest and stomach. Genetics had treated me well. I didn’t have to work out nonstop to keep a six pack or a defined chest. With the work I did between breaking slaves down, I was able to maintain it. Once Diane got better, she’d have a strict routine. We’d both get what we needed to keep us busy then.

  “Don’t you dare even think about putting your disgusting hands on me. I’ll kill you if you do. I will,” she yelled as I kicked off my shoes while unbuckling my belt.

  A smile almost came to my lips. “Disgusting? That’s a very harsh thing to say. You don’t even know me.”

  “I know you’re a fucking psycho for kidnapping me and handcuffing me to this bed. You have me naked while you beat me with a stick. That’s disgusting,” she emphasized.

  “It’s a crop,” I said, hitting her on the opposite leg. A hiss came from her mouth as I did it again. And again.

  “Stop doing that.” She pulled at her hands and tried rotating to the side. It only gave me the smallest glimpse of her ass and I didn’t hesitate to hit there either. Hard. An aggravated sound echoed around the room and she began thrashing. My arms crossed over my chest, waiting until she settled.

  It took minutes, but slowly she calmed down and grew still. Tears stained the sides of her face and she breathed heavily, making her breasts beg for my attention. I didn’t give in.

  “Now, answer the question or I continue.”

  “I want to go to the restroom. Am I allowed to do that or do you expect me to piss right here on this bed?”

  “You go on that bed, you’re lying in it.”

  Her eyes rolled, but she stared ahead. “Then let me out so I can go.”

  “First, answer my question. Then, I’ll take you.”

  There was pause and then she took a deep breath. “We met at a café. There, release me.”

  I brought the crop down on her inner thigh, harder than the others. A sob came immediately. “Elaborate.”

  “Maybe you should elaborate,” she said, glaring through tears. “I’m answering what you ask. You can’t beat me for being specific. Not once did you ask for the details surrounding our initial meeting. Just where we met.”

  “You know very well what I meant. But here, let me clarify since you’re being so damn difficult. Tell me how, when, and where, you met your husband. What attracted you to him? What was his personality like?”

  “But that will take forever. I have to go to the restroom now.”

  “Better get to talking then.”

  She cursed under her breath and all the emotion left her features. The anger. The impatience. There was nothing.

  “We met a café in downtown Portland. We were both in booths and had our backs to each other. The waitress confused our orders and when I overheard him saying he hadn’t ordered…” she paused. “I forget the name of the meal, but anyway, I knew it was mine, so I turned around to make the correction. That was the first time I came face to face with him. Time stopped for me and later, I found out it did for him too. We stared at each other for what felt like forever before I laughed, embarrassed, and took the plate hovering in his hand.

  “Since we were both alone, he asked if I wanted to join him. I did. We spent over three hours talking about everything we could think of. I fell in love with him hard and fast. Maybe even that day.” She shook her head, as if to break some memory she saw. “He was very funny and adventurous, then. He’d just gotten back from climbing Mt. Everest. It almost killed him, but he was very proud of making the accomplishment. Needless to say, we were inseparable after that. We had dinner that night and every single one after that until he was killed by that stupid motherfucking drunk driver who ran the red light.”

  And there was the anger again, pushing aside her numbness. Good.

  “That’ll do, for now.” I took the key from my pocket and undid the handcuffs. Red marks from her pulling at them were visible, but the skin wasn’t broken. As I reached down for her feet, I heard her groan and saw her push to her elbows from the corner of my eye. A tattoo on the inside of her ankle drew me in. Before, I hadn’t had the time to give it attention, but upon closer inspection, I saw the intricate lines of an anchor no larger than the pad of my thumb.

  “Does that—” Weight shattered against my shoulder, sending fire racing down my bicep. Thick pieces of ceramic lay at my side and it took me a few seconds to snap out of the defensive rage that left me locked up and blinking like an idiot.

  Blood was dripping down to my elbow from the broken lamp she’d smashed against me.

  “You…” I growled, noticing that she was pulling at the buckle on the ankle that was furthest away. Before I could say anything further, she threw herself back and launched her foot right for my head. Deflecting it with my forearm, I didn’t think. I lunged right on top of her, pinning her body beneath me. My hand latched to her throat, squeezing.

  “You are in so much trouble. You have no idea what you just unleashed.”

  True fear was there, but something else. Something even I couldn’t understand. “Bring it.” Her words came out quiet, strangled against my tight hold. Punishing her with pain wasn’t going to work right now. My mind reeled and I did the only thing that came to me. What I truly wanted.

  My lips crushed into hers as I ground my hard cock against her bare pussy. She instantly froze under my grip. Before she could react, I used my thumb to turn her head, moving my lips along her cheek, to her ear. At the caress of my tongue along her earlobe, she made a sound, trying to move more into the bed and away from me.

  “You wanted me to bring it?” I whispered, grazing her with my teeth. “You so sure about that, slave?”

  My hold loosened, allowing her more air.

  “No. Please.”

  I pushed my cock into her again, hating that my pants were in
the way. The need to surge in deep, to teach her a hard and rough lesson, ate at me.

  “No, what? You say it, I might get up and actually take you to the restroom. But if you don’t…” I let the threat hang in the air.

  “I don’t want you to rape me.”

  “Rape me, what?” I gritted out, praying she’d address me the right way. I ached to hear her call me Master. With the others, it had been an important part of the discipline. But with her, I wanted a tiny piece of what I missed the most. A real slave. One who knew what the term meant and valued it. She might not now, but in time, I could teach her.

  I loosened even more at my train of thought. Did I really want that? From her? The woman who had just sliced open my damn arm? Blood from her hellish ways was dripping to my fingers and onto her neck. But she was such a fighter. That could be damn good if I could make her better. Plus, if I kept her, I’d never have to worry about her slipping back into her need to die after she left. She’d always be protected under my roof.

  “Answer me, dammit.” I lifted even more, moving my hand down to the top part of her chest, leaving a trail of blood behind. I couldn’t help but to rub the crimson into her pale skin. The contrast in the colors, the significance of the situation — I’d never been so turned on. Here I was, bleeding out because of what she’d done. My life source was leaving me by the second, and it was all because of the pain she harbored that was ready to snuff out hers as well.

  The slightest twitch of her lips had me shaking my head. “If you spit on me again, so help me, I’ll put you over my knee and turn your ass black and blue. You won’t be able to lie on it for a week. Don’t believe me, go ahead.”

  “You’re not my Master.”

  “You want me to fuck you. I think that’s what it is.”

  Her eyes narrowed and I knew it was furthest from the truth. She wanted me off her.

  “Never.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. “You may think that now, but we’ll see. Now, say it or I’ll unzip my pants and take you like I want.”

  “You’re the devil. That’s who you are. So, Devil, I don’t want you to rape me. How’s that?”

  “Hmm. Not bad. But not what I’m looking for.” I pushed my thumb into her cheek, applying more pressure than I needed to angle her face to the side again. Although I wanted this, I also couldn’t stop looking at the big picture. I nuzzled into the hair just behind her ear, breathing in what smelled like jasmine.

  There would be no more pain for Diane. I’d smother death out of her mind if I had to hold the pillow over her face myself. Use the threat of my cock against her. She’d fear nothing but me. I would become her heaviest burden, the hell she was desperate to escape. It would take time to overshadow the pain she associated with her loss, but at the rate I was going, she was growing to hate me more by the second.

  “I do want you, slave. Let me see how much you want me.” I applied the weight of my face to hers while I moved my hand down to her thigh. With the tips of my fingers, I made my way to where we were connected.

  “Don’t.” She tried to move, but couldn’t with the way I was pinning her arms, head, and hips.

  “I’m getting closer.” I shifted, leaning more on her right leg and turning my head fast, so we were facing the same way. A painful cry left her lips, but I didn’t ease up as I got to her innermost thigh. “I know you’re wet. I can feel it though my pants. Regardless of whether you’re attracted to me or not, you sure as fuck like the situation.” I traced the outside of her slit. “Admit it to your Master. You want me to touch you.”

  A sob left her. “I don’t. I really don’t.” There was a pause. “Master. There. Now, get off.”

  That was a clear safeword if I’d ever heard one. Ice water raced through my veins and I was torn between victory and greed. Anger reigned supreme, which was best for her to see anyway. I pushed up, grabbing her buckled ankle and unfastening it. “Up.”

  She sniffled while my hand clasped to her arm, yanking her to stand. I didn’t let go until we walked through my room and into my master bathroom. “You have ten minutes to tend to yourself and take a shower. If you think about doing anything stupid, tonight will be the worst of your life.”

  Even as I talked, her eyes scanned the area like an addict searching for a fix.

  “Ten minutes.” I shut the door and walked to the monitor, clicking on the split screen to make it bigger. Blindly, I fumbled in the cabinet at the top of the wall, feeling for the first aid kit. But my eyes never left my slave. Every move she’d make, I’d watch. And I’d wait. This test would be one of many to come. Whether she’d act out now or in the near future would be a definite, I’d just have to make sure I was prepared.

  Chapter 4

  Diane

  I had to leave. What the hell had I been thinking to trust anyone when it came to ending my life? Now, I was trapped in some undercover house of horrors with a psycho who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. There had to be a way out of here. But to do that, I’d have to get past him and discover a way out of this locked up house. And that seemed impossible.

  I stood, flushing the toilet and scanning the area again. Nothing but a comb, shaving gel, a toothbrush… The shower stood in the distance, the glass showing me there was nothing in there to help me, either.

  Right. Turning on the water would at least make it believable that I was complying with his orders. I had no intention of wasting a single second on getting clean when I could possibly find something to get me out of here.

  The sound of the shower filled the room as I turned the nozzle all the way and shut the door. Steam. Yes, that would be good if he came looking for me and I had to attack him again. It wouldn’t provide complete cover, but it might help a little.

  A door in the far back caught my eye and I rushed over, easing it open. Towels, hand towels, a few bottles of…baby shampoo? I jumped, trying to see the top. When I couldn’t, I grabbed the shelf and used the bottom one to ease my head over the obstacle. Nothing.

  Fuck!

  There had to be a weapon somewhere. I headed back to the sink and opened the drawers and bottom cabinets that surrounded it. Empty. Each second made my anxieties grow. Should I just try to rush him and fight him off? That wasn’t going to work. I may have been strong, but I wasn’t going to kid myself. I’d already felt his strength, and mine didn’t even compare.

  My fingers weaved through my hair as tears threaten to spill over.

  “Think, Diane.” My words were barely audible to my ears. If my mind would just work. What’s the most dangerous thing you have? I knew that without having to think about it. The shampoo. If I could blind him with it, maybe it would buy me some time to figure a way out of this house. But if I failed…no, I couldn’t think about the possibility right now.

  “Five minutes.”

  His yell sent me rushing for the shower. I turned the nozzle to make the water bearable and stepped inside. The first thing I saw was an all too familiar bottle. Fucking baby shampoo. I grabbed it, turning it around to read the label, although I already knew.

  “God dammit!” I hurled it to the ground as hard as I could. There’d be no blinding him. Not when it wouldn’t burn his eyes. Apparently, he’d been through this before. No doubt torturing and raping other women before me.

  The overwhelming need to collapse to the floor and curl into a ball was worse than ever. Couldn’t I just die in peace?

  Not anymore.

  Not when I had to spend every minute looking for a way to escape or hurt the man who’d made me his captive.

  The door swung open, earlier than my allotted time. Our eyes connected through the foggy glass that separated us and fury the like of which I’d never felt before exploded within. A bandage was taped around his arm, blood already seeping through, but he didn’t look the least bit fazed from my assault. Not with that hungry expression on his face. One I was ready to wipe off. The only option I had left was one I was more than happy to go for. What was the worst that could h
appen?

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much,” a smile jerked at his mouth as he paused, “hate, from a person.” He stepped closer. “You want to hurt me, slave?”

  More than he knew. Regardless, I kept quiet, not giving him the satisfaction of having my answer. Instead, I wet myself from head to toe, turning and keeping my gaze on him. If I was going to go through with my plan, I‘d have to hurry.

  “Did you find what you were looking for?”

  My hands halted from stroking down my hair and I found myself looking around the top of the room. Had he been watching? My thoughts were disrupted as he began to speak.

  “There,” he said, pointing to the clock on the wall, just outside the closet. “Here.” He gestured to the welcome sign above the door. “And right there,” he said, tapping on the mirror that was directly across from me. “There’s nothing I don’t know. At all times, you’ll be monitored. And I do mean that. All times.”

  “You’re sick. Do you get off recording nude women you attempt to rape?”

  He laughed. “There’s no attempt about it. If I wanted to rape you, I would. And keeping my eye on you is more for your benefit than mine. Trust me. Now, get out. Your time is up.”

  No, his time was up. I turned off the water and grabbed the soap, pouring a generous amount in my hand and lathering it across my body.

  “What the hell are you doing? I said your time was up.” The closer he came, the faster I tried to spread the baby shampoo over me, even squeezing more into my hand. As the glass door swung open, I reached for his hand, coating one in the liquid and trying to reach for the other. If I had gone for his face, it would have been over with, but I’d have to get closer and that was dangerous.