“I’m not making any promises.”
“Asshole.”
Fingers squeezed onto the bottom of my face, pushing into my cheeks. “That’s Master Asshole, to you. Best start remembering that.”
“Fine. Master Asshole. Will you get off of me now?”
His head moved to the left, then to the right in a slow shake. “Consequences, slave. You haven’t had your punishment yet.”
“Punishment? What the hell is this,” I said, looking at his bare chest, “if this isn’t teaching me a lesson?”
“You’re beginning to like it. Therefore, it doesn’t serve a purpose other than us enjoying ourselves. What you’ll get is one of two things. Your choice.”
“Another pleasure you get to bask in?” I asked, venom oozing in my voice.
“Oh, slave, you have no idea. I’m going to love this more than you’ll ever know.”
Of course he would.
“Just tell me so I can get you off.”
He laughed, a soft sound that had me meeting his eyes and realizing my mistake.
“Off of me!” I corrected. “Not…like that. Jesus. Do you always have sex on the brain?”
“Only with you. Now, pick. Crop or flogger?”
My eyes went wide, remembering the delicious sting. Would the flogger carry just as much heat?
“Those are the only options?”
Again, that smile. “We could continue here.”
“Never.” The word burst from my lips before I could even register what he’d said. A big part of me almost didn’t want to stop, but it went against everything I was trying to die for. Against everything I held in my heart. The answer was clear as I kept his stare. “Flogger.”
“Pity you’d say that, but a lie, nonetheless. I will have you eventually.” My legs were lifted as he removed himself from the prison of my thighs. “So be it.”
His cock was still just as hard as I’d felt when the thickness had rubbed along my pussy. I turned away as he headed for the main bedroom door, refusing to look at his defined, nude ass. Pain would be good, better than the alternative of him fucking me, or raping me. However, I wanted to look at it.
Just as I was starting to relax, he came back through, holding a handle with leather strands hanging loose. They swayed with his movement, brushing against his leg as he came closer. My throat tightened and my hands clenched from fear. I wasn’t sure which from more, the flogger he held or the size of his cock. Both could be used as weapons. Or pleasure.
“I shouldn’t do this, but what the hell? Maybe I’m hoping you’ll disobey.” He licked his lips, coming to stand next to the top of the bed. My gaze stayed focused on his face so I wouldn’t be tempted to see how turned on he was. He was so close. Right there. Maybe two feet away. His cock, even closer. “I’m going to set you free and you’re going to put your palms against the wall and assume the position to take your punishment. If you try to run or your hands leave the wall…we both go back to the bed and continue where we left off.”
Fuck. Why did I have to go through this? Why pick any of the choices I’d been given?
“My hands won’t be leaving the wall, so you might as well get the other part out of your head. It’s not happening.”
“We’ll see.”
He grabbed the key, unlocking me from the handcuffs and taking off the belt. Heaviness settled over my limbs as I forced myself to stand and walk to the wall right in front of him. The need to run wasn’t there. I knew I wouldn’t make it far and the last thing I wanted was his nude body anywhere near mine. I really didn’t. Couldn’t.
Cold seeped into my fingers and I closed my eyes, preparing myself as I flattened my hands. A soft caress slid up my back and I flinched at him placing my hair over my shoulder.
“So soft,” he said, stepping closer, making a path down my side with his touch.
“Get on with it,” I gritted out. More sexual attention wasn’t something I wanted to endure.
He gripped my hip and jerked my ass back against him. “In thirty seconds, you’re going to wish you hadn’t rushed me.” He stepped back and my lids lowered as I focused on welcoming the pain. Would it be like before? Would if feel good compared to what I held inside? I want this. Accept it for what I did. Deserve it. God, I do. I should be punished for wanting him to continuing touching me. For wishing I could feel the reality of how big his cock really is. A gasp exploded from my mouth and my legs locked up from the fire that spread like needles across my back.
“Count and thank your Master.”
I couldn’t even catch my breath, more or less speak. And I didn’t get a chance as he brought the leather down again.
“Do it!”
My nails pushed in as a sob responded to his yelling. “Two…thank you…” God, the title was going to kill me. I just couldn’t give him that kind of power.
Whack!
“Say it,” he threatened, connecting once again. “You’re going to learn to learn to obey if I have to beat it into you. Now, count and thank your Master.”
“Four. Thank you….”
Whack!
“Fuck!” I cried out. The burning had traveled to the back of my thighs, making my knees crash into the wall.
“That’s exactly what we’re about to do. Now, say it right, slave!”
Whack! Whack!
“No!” I couldn’t stop the breakdown that was torn from my soul. Tears streamed down my cheeks like someone had turned on a faucet. And maybe he had.
Whack!
“Tell me who owns you?”
Should I do it? Give in to him and bow to his feet? Pain. I was born into it, lived it…ate it down like a fucking five star gourmet meal.
My eyes opened as the strands wrapped around my side. My body jerked, but I let the sensations sink in. Welcoming them instead of trying to flee from what I wanted.
“Come on, slave. Your legs are shaking. Speak!”
A smile edged on my face and didn’t disappear as agony seared across my ass. I moaned through the heat, accepting it. Embracing.
“My legs may be shaking, but I’m still standing.”
A growl roared behind me and the next blow had stars dancing across the white walls. Pressure grasped my hair and I was spun and slammed over the side of the bed.
“Fucked, it is.” His finger slid into me and I tried to fight the need, but the tingling that accompanied his brutal thrust had me coming alive. Prickling covered my backside and my whole body hummed as he slid in another. My mind begged for more, couldn’t stop the building tension in my stomach, but I was determined not to show it.
My elbow shot back, catching his bicep once before his forearm flattened over the middle of my back, pinning me down.
“Get the fuck off of me.” My mouth was saying one thing, but my body was wanting another. Even as the words came out, I moaned, clenching around him, praying he wouldn’t stop.
“You had your chance. If you wanted me off you, you would have complied. The order wasn’t hard.” Teeth pulled at my earlobe and I pushed back against his fingers. “No worries, though, slave. I know what you need. Even if you can’t ask for it.”
His digits disappeared and pressure pushed into my opening. I stilled, not wanting to miss the stretching I’d been fantasizing about since I’d seen his cock. His hand slid under my hip, his fingertips going right to my slit to rub over my clit. An orgasm almost came on contact, but somehow I managed to hold it off.
“God, you’re so fucking tight.” More of his long length entered me and my hips naturally arched. The action had him surging forward to a depth I’d never even known existed. I sucked in air at the foreign sensation. With his slight withdrawal, pleasure shot right to the sensitive bud he was rubbing. My hips bucked and I buried my face in the comforter, screaming as I managed to hold the orgasm at bay. “Jesus fucking…Christ,” he moaned, slamming back into me.
The thrusts were rough. Brutal in their welcomed assault. His arm lifted from my back, wrapping around my neck, s
queezing with his bicep…choking me.
“I almost hope you fight me for a long time. I could get used to this.”
My hands flew up and I sunk my nails into his skin, feeling him pull back harder, closer to him.
“You want more, don’t you? Is that it?” The speed of his hand over my clit increased and with the rhythm of his cock, I was done fighting what I had wanted to happen from the beginning.
Spasms had me screaming as best I could through the hold. My toes snagged on his calf as I went wild. Denial was coming back with a vengeance, but I didn’t want it to stop. Not yet.
“Oh, how I like when you struggle, slave. Do it some more.” I could barely breathe as he pulled me in closer. “That’s it, kick those legs.” All I could do was thrash and claw into him with all of my strength, which didn’t seem to faze him in the least. For the second time in my life, I realized how powerless I was. The first time was when I lost my family. Now…with him. I suddenly felt so small in his arms. God, he could really kill me if he wanted. How was it I had been begging for death and now I was suddenly afraid to die? The answer registered as fast as it had come. Because it was at his hands, not my own. I was letting a monster have his way with me, yet I was enjoying the dark twisted ways of his passion.
I blinked as my heart exploded even more. The clarity in my mind grew hazy as his fingers slapped over the top part of my slit.
“Wake the fuck up. You’re not going anywhere but right here. Fight!” The arm left my throat, covering my mouth and nose instead. Panic set in and I tried biting at his fingers. Cramping took over my chest and just when I thought I would surely pass out, air rushed in and he ripped back my hair. The side of my face was slammed into the mattress while he lifted my hips higher and pounded my pussy like he owned it.
“Enough,” I tried yelling. Lava had taken over my throat. I dug my knees down, wiggling further away. If he wanted a battle, I’d give it. The satisfaction I had received could stay for now. Afterward…I didn’t want to think about. I knew it was going to be bad. I could feel the sadness and betrayal sinking its hooks into the core of my heart. Maybe I’d get lucky, the weight would tear it right out of my chest, and this would be done already.
His finger rubbing around my back entrance had my eyes widening and the resistance becoming real. I’d never done anal before and the alien sensation as he slid the tip of his wet finger in scared me.
“I’m about to make you come so good. You ready?”
My scalp stung as I tried to shake my head, but with every slight sway, the rejection faded.
“Reach down and play with your clit. I want you coming so hard that you never forget what I can bring you.”
Burning accommodated his entry as he began pushing in even more. Automatically, I obeyed, reaching between my legs and applying just the right amount of pressure. With his cock still going at a steady pace and the new penetration, I could feel myself getting close again.
“That’s it, slave. You’re going to come soon and I can’t wait to feel your pussy tighten around me again. Now, move those fingers faster.” His hand let go of my hair and his palm fitted over the side of my head, pushing down as he drove his finger in all the way. I sucked in air as the pain and pleasure mingled, stealing the release from me without any warning. There was no impending build up. No preparing myself to be okay with what was going to happen. Just raw waves of ecstasy, ripping my insides to shreds as a new form of heaven began to sear its way into my consciousness. I liked this fucked up way of having sex. Liked it enough to actually want to do it again after we finished. Not good. Not good at all…
“Oh…fuck, yes.” Thickness swelled against my channel and I felt him pull out. Warmth shot over my tender ass and his come was hotter than any strike he’d made across my flesh. My eyes closed, refusing to process anything yet. I couldn’t. Couldn’t endure what I knew would come. It would kill me. It would be…unbearable.
Chapter 7
Master
Sept 3rd (Day 5)
Slave Diane is distant. Distracted. Her fight is temporarily gone as she stays lost in her thoughts. On the rare occasion, she’s goaded me, looking for a reaction. She wants my marks again, but I refuse to give them so soon. Not after all the bruises I left behind in my earlier rage. And they’re plentiful, covering her back, ass, and legs. For the first two days, she was barely able to lie on her back or sit.
And it was all because of Rosa and our child. Our relationship wasn’t a typical love match, more of an arrangement and favor to her and her brother so she could become a US citizen. Had it not been me owing Raul my life, I would have never done it, but I liked her submissive nature¸ so I’d married her. Years together and we were good friends and lovers, but not much more concerning the traditional love people spoke of. The loss of her and our child had destroyed me. I’d pushed away most of the grief up until now, but my slave’s wishes were too close to my nightmares. They were resurfacing with Diane’s need to join them.
Combined with her stubbornness and the lust I held for her, it brought out the monster who lurked inside. The beast took me over completely. It was a deadly combination. Could have been if I wasn’t determined to save and not kill. I’d lost it for the first time in my life; spiraling into a person I didn’t even know. One I’d been afraid of…for good reason.
Now, with my restraint, Diane has turned away from me angrily. She wants the secret I keep locked away and I can’t deny that it tempts me beyond all rational thought. But the anger she projected is good. I had needed time to think. To process what I’d done. Her silence had given me that.
And although I’ve gone over everything, I’m skeptical on how to proceed. I can’t save her like I did with the others. I don’t trust her outside of my home. She’s schooled to behave. To pretend. If I can get her to choose life, I don’t think I’ll ever have faith she’ll keep her happy mask on. That’s not the real her anymore. She’s dark and destructive. The pain is something she’s beginning to rely on. I’d wanted her for my own and perhaps she has been reborn into the masochist to my sadist. But we’re not the perfect pair we could have been if we had met under different circumstances.
In another life, maybe. In this one…she’ll push me to my limits. Try to get me to kill her. I know it. So why do I look forward to the tests? Because I have plans of my own; plans that benefit me, just as much as her. If I can pull it off, perhaps there will be something salvageable with her when I’m done. Then again, maybe I’m looking for an excuse to keep her, after all. Keep her all to the darkness I keep imprisoning. It is a tempting thought.
Sounds had my eyes raising to the monitor. Nightmare. Of me? The thought had me smiling. It would be better than the deaths that plagued her. The cry quieted and she rolled over to her stomach. With nothing left for her to use against herself, she was safe from harm.
Without taking my gaze from the screen, I slid my hand over to pick up the antique knife she’d tried to cut herself with. Ronnie’s name was scratched across the wooden handle. My finger rubbed into the grooves. The weapon wasn’t her husband’s, though, it was his father’s. Why it was paired with her dress was only an answer I got two days after we fucked. It took me hours to get it out of her, but she’d finally admitted to hiding it in there so prospective buyers of the house wouldn’t steal it in one of their walk-throughs. It made sense, but I hated that I’d missed it during my search. What if the knife had been sharper? What if she had succeeded under my watch?
I opened the drawer, sliding the knife in and locking it behind me. It was time to start her day and I was looking forward to it. My direction was off, but I knew what needed to happen. Fear. That was the key. The bolt slid back at my pull and the soft glow of the light emanating from my room spilled over the beige carpet that covered her floor. It was only four in the morning and I knew she was a heavy sleeper. It would work in my favor. Here, she wouldn’t see the attack coming.
A click sounded as I shut us in. With small steps, I made my way to th
e bed. The bandage pulled against my skin as I took off the T-shirt that I’d paired with my silk pajama bottoms. My cock was already hard thinking about what waited for me.
It didn’t take long for my eyes to adjust to the lump hidden under the comforter. In one pull, I ripped the covers back and dove on top of her nude frame, my hand clasping over her mouth to muffle the scream I knew would come.
“Light on,” I commanded. “Morning, slave. Did you sleep well?” Angry words were stifled even more as I pushed my palm harder into her mouth. “Were you seriously going to answer that? You don’t think I know how you slept? I watch you,” I breathed against her cheek, “almost constantly. Tell me, what did you see in your nightmare? Was it me?”
She stilled for the briefest moment before the thrashing began again.
“Do you think about me like I think about you?”
What the hell was I doing? I knew I needed to instill fear, and I wanted it to be sexual, but damn, I was enjoying this too much.
More drowned out words and then pain as her nails raked down my side. Not as hard as I knew she could have, but enough to break the skin. I growled, letting go and grabbing her arms to hold in mine.
“You want to be handcuffed again?”
“No,” she panted.
My mouth twisted at her lack of fight. Before, she would have told me she didn’t give a shit. Or she would have spit in my face. Something was different.
“Tell me your dream.” I pushed my hard cock against her and she tried to move away from our contract. It made me smile internally. Well, at least she wasn’t throwing herself right into getting me to fuck her again. That didn’t quite seem to interest her as much as the beating did.
“You know my dreams. I miss my family. Can we start the part where I do the good deed and then I can get this over with?”
My hand gripped around her wrists so tightly, she cried out.
“I’ve changed my mind. You don’t get to take that path. You ruined it with your little knife incident. Not to mention, you have yet to address me correctly.”
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