Shadows bounced around the walls as he hit the light, causing it to swing more.
Another step.
“I can’t wait for you to see your new room. You’re going to love it.”
My room? No. I didn’t want to stay here. The musky smell was a black mold accident waiting to happen. But, was that really it, or just the fragrance of a fucking basement? I needed to get my head in the game. I was stronger than this. He wouldn’t really hurt me. He wouldn’t…would he?
I followed as he led me deeper into the darkness. Ice cold seeped into the bottom of my feet at the cement floor. A chill raced up my back as objects began to take shape.
“What do you think so far? Do you like it?” He removed the collar and his arm came around my shoulder while he led me deeper into the room, more forcing me forward. The jerky movement of him reaching over to flip a switch on the wall had me stumbling. But I didn’t fall. His grip had only increased.
Lights strobed and shadows of what looked like jagged, claw-like braches intertwined across the walls. I stepped back against his arm, only causing him to pull me in closer until he was standing behind me with his arms wrapped under my breasts tightly.
“I want to fuck you down here, slave.”
A tray in the far corner caught my attention and I slammed back into him at the sight of the surgical tools and different sized saws that rested on top. The restraint around my body was suddenly too much. Pretending I wasn’t afraid was out of the window. I screamed, pushing from the balls of my feet to break his hold.
“What’s the matter? You don’t like that thought?”
My feet left the ground as he picked me up and headed for a large arrangement placed more in the back. Everything appeared to be moving from the strobe lights. Especially the branches. Terror had my legs kicking with every ounce of strength I held. By some miracle, I connected with his thigh, making him pause.
“There’s my girl,” he said, nipping at my neck. “You’re going to get fucked so good.” One of his arms lowered and his hand cupped my pussy, rubbing in circles as he came to stand before what I vaguely recognized as stocks. There was a place for a head and arms to go through and even ones right above the floor for feet. I twisted, knowing if I got put in there, it was all over. If he wanted to finish by sawing me to pieces, I was powerless to stop him.
“Mmm mmm”. I put everything into letting him know I wanted the ball gag out so I could speak. All I got was a graze of his teeth as he continued to rub over my clit. For minutes, he didn’t let go. I stayed stuck to his chest as he pulled me from the reality of the darkness around me, right into the same surroundings in my head. An ease blanketed over my uncertainty, a mask sliding into place as I convinced myself that the objects further in the room were nothing but a prop. They probably weren’t even real. And even if they were, he wouldn’t hurt me with them.
“You’re thinking!” His hand lifted from my pussy and the gag fell out as he unclasped it. I licked my lips, opening and closing my aching jaw. “You’re not allowed to think when I’m touching you.”
“I want out of here,” I breathed out. “Take me back to the room, please.” I wiggled, trying to get him to put me down. A laugh echoed behind me.
“But, slave, this is your room.” He lowered me, trying to place my feet in the stocks. I drew my knees up, separating them as he tried to force them down. A growl next to my ear left goose bumps racing down my arms and legs.
“Fine. You don’t want to go in there, we’ll try something even better.” My hair swung across my face at his quick turn and I reached back, trying to push back at him. Anything to cause a distraction so I could get loose. There were so many objects along the sides and I was afraid of every single one. Maybe it was the room, the eeriness of the dark shadows and strobe light. All I knew was what my instincts told me, and that was to run.
We passed a large X, making our way to what looked to be a bench with an arched back. I didn’t miss the cuffs at the ends. He meant to lay me over the back. I knew it.
Masks, gags, paddles, floggers of different colors and length, crops with different ends, all lined the wall. More things I couldn’t even begin to understand were also present and those scared me the most.
“Don’t do this. Please. I want to leave.” Tears threatened as I continued to swing my arms and legs. It didn’t seem to affect him in the least as he threw me into the bench and covered my body with his, fighting to secure me into the cuffs. I jerked at them, screaming. But it didn’t seem to matter. Nothing I did swayed whatever was on his mind.
He walked over to grab a role of duct tape and pulled off a few inches at a time, tearing them to stick to his finger.
“You want to leave…what?” His eyes cut over to me, waiting. There it was again. My inner self was cowering back at that stare.
“Take me out of here, Master. Do this is my room. Not here.”
“The difference in room shouldn’t matter, slave. Familiarity is above you.”
My breath caught at his words. With each step toward me, the light distorted him, leaving him approaching in contorted, unnatural movements. Monster. Yes, that’s what he reminded me of here. Like a demon, with his black eyes and an evil smile.
The tape was secured over my lips and I sobbed as he began placing each piece diagonally over the main one.
“Believe it or not, you look gorgeous in this element. Scared. Crying. Begging me with your eyes to save you. Do you see the irony, slave?” He lowered, kissing the tape across my mouth. “The Master you fear is the savior you seek. I’m not sure which one I want to be.”
My muffled plea was ignored, cementing his answer as he picked up what looked to be a small remote and pushed a button. Music blasted through the space. Lyrics so dark had my face turning toward the cool leather of the chair. I’d feared him before, but the man I was starting to know was getting scarier by the day. Had I felt sorry for him? It was possible. Somehow, the sympathy had disappeared between the flashes of light. Stolen to some unknown place that held the secrets of horror that no doubt happened in this room.
My whole body jumped at the touch to my shoulder. Yelling raged in the background and I searched for the strength I knew was there somewhere deep within me.
“Are you praying? Asking forgiveness for your sins?” Fingers eased back the hair resting on the side of my face. “Maybe this is just a dream for both of us and we’ll wake up not remembering the things we wish to forget. Hell, maybe the wounds we hold will heal and the bleeding will finally stop. For now, we suffer.” His touch moved to my taped lips. “Are you ready to hurt some more?”
Did he mean the same pain I experienced in my room or was he talking about a new kind? One that involved cutting and sawing me apart?
The slap to my ass had my eyes opening. His face was only inches from mine. The monster was temporarily gone, replaced with what looked to be a man full of curiosity, lust….yearning, for something I couldn’t understand. His hand slid under my cheek, lifting my head. Hesitantly, he leaned forward, once again pushing his lips gently against the tape covering mine. My eyes searched his as he pulled back, but he closed himself off so fast, I was left searching for answers. And back to being with his evil side.
He turned, grabbing the crop that stood closest to us. The fear didn’t dissipated while I lowered my head to lie back down.
Butterflies fluttered around my stomach as I tried to grasp the enigma of my Master. Who was he? I didn’t understand his constant change in personality. Was it an act? Was any of it the real him? Maybe all of it? Pieces strewn apart from a lifetime of tragedy that even I didn’t comprehend? Or was he just sick? Too many questions pushed in, mixed with the uncertainty of whether he’d truly hurt me. Even though I feared it, I couldn’t stop the need to find out.
Chapter 9
Master
Wall after wall, I had watched them come crumbling down. For the first time, my slave was truly breaking for fear of what was to come. Diane appeared nothing more than
a little girl as she had tried to curl into herself, retreating more into an object meant to restrain her for my infliction of pain and pleasure. And, oh, what twisted, sick fantasies danced in my head as I watched.
The sky was the limit. I could do whatever I wanted, in the environment I’d longed to be a part of for more than merely using fear tactics. The basement may have been for show, but it held such a vital part of who I was. What I dreamed of someday sharing with the perfect submissive.
Could I have it with her? I knew regardless of the terror on her face, she would take everything I craved to give. Somewhere, rooted deep within, she wanted this. For how long was questionable. But I wouldn’t think about that now. Just what was before me—beauty, perfection cloaked in fear-inspired awe.
I walked around to stand behind her, raking my nails down her back as her body shook. She turned her face back toward the leather she was lying on, trying to hide just like a little girl. My suit jacket fell to the floor, but I hardly remembered taking it off. Nothing registered aside from what was before me. Even Rosa wouldn’t have gone this far. I hadn’t even tried to make her. But Diane, she was different. She’d give me it all. Every fucked up fantasy I had ever dreamed of.
I undid button after button of my shirt, exposing me to the cold air that filled the flickering space. My breath came out uneven, adrenaline peaked to the max as different scenarios played out in my head. I reared back, bringing the crop down over her ass hard while I weeded through them. Diane jumped at the impact and her scream only had me bringing it down again, right next to where I’d connected the first time.
I ripped my shirt off, undoing my belt with one hand as I let the flat end of the crop make a path down her back. In a quick succession of five strikes, I worked my way toward her hip, avoiding the sensitive kidney area. She pulled against the cuffs, her ass moving back toward me the slightest amount. The wetness between her legs that greeted my fingers had my eyes closing. So, she was turned on. I wanted her to be, but not so much yet.
My lids lifted and I flew forward, fitting myself over her body and placing the length of the crop under her chin, pulling back. More sounds poured from her mouth, a sob breaking through.
“Do you like to be cut, slave?”
Loudly, she tried to scream, thrashing her head.
“I’d like to paint your body with your blood. How do you think it’ll look under my lights? Black? Glimpses of red before it fades back to the dark color? I know you saw the instruments.”
My cheek pushed against hers, tears wetting my skin. I leaned back, running my tongue up to taste them. That’d do. I held in the smile as I removed the crop and let her head lower. The shaking that took over her body again, left my cock twitching behind the restraint of my pants. I ground against her before standing.
Whack! Whack! Whack! The sound of my crop against her flesh made me hard as steel.
A loud cry came from her mouth as she tried looking back. I knew she wanted to see if I was going for the scalpels or saws. It was half-tempting. Maybe I would cut her. My head turned toward the table as I made a point to look between it and her. As I walked more into her view, I took a few steps back. Her head began shaking the further away I got. Muffled sounds grew in pitch until they were blood curdling screams.
Blindly, I reached for the tool at the end. The smallest. I knew this had to happen. If Ronnie and Caylee were still invading her nightmares, then I wasn’t doing my job. Diane needed to know there were worse things than death, things she could embrace in the here and now. It was the only way this would work.
Still, my smile persisted. The edge of my mouth lifted as I slowly walked toward her, exposing the scalpel held at my side. Come on, baby, cry harder. There we go. She thrashed against the cuffs wildly as I approached. Three steps and I moved where she couldn’t see me anymore. Her volume only increased, overpowering the loud music meant to instill fear and assault the senses.
I brought the crop down over the other side of her ass. The strobe mimicked her shudder. The stillness that followed after the slap only told me she thought the blade was close. Wouldn’t want to get cut by accident, would you now, slave? A laugh almost came at my thoughts. Damn, I was enjoying this too much. It only reaffirmed just how fucked up I was.
Repeatedly, I began to slap against her, searching for the perfect spot on her pale skin that I wanted to scar. I’d leave my mark for her to remember me by; a reminder for the rest of her life of what would happen if I found her seeking death again. What would it be, a small M on her arm? Her shoulder? More toward the front where she could see it?
I dropped the crop and my weight settled over her back, causing her to jerk. With no room to really move, she couldn’t budge me. It only had her crying harder. Tears left the leather wet, allowing my hand to slide up her face to lift it to fit alongside mine.
“Now, now, slave.” My cheek went back to rest on hers like before. “This is only going to hurt a little. What’s important is how much it will please me. That should ease your fears.”
I displayed the scalpel before her, twisted it back and forth in my fingers so she could see. The heaving left my chest moving to the frantic rhythm of hers. With my free hand, I grabbed the tape, pulling it off slowly, giving her access to speak.
“Please,” she sobbed. “I don’t want you to do this.”
Her pleas struck a chord in another part of my personality, but I knew what had to be done. “Maybe I don’t want you to disobey me anymore.”
“I won’t,” she sniffled. “I promise.” The for sure tone was almost believable, but I didn’t want to risk it. She needed to see what I was capable of. What I could do if I wanted.
“I don’t believe you.”
Her hand jerked in the cuff and I grabbed it, flipping over her wrist, watching the strobe light bring her bright red scars to life. “Maybe I’ll cut alongside these. Maybe if you’re lucky, I won’t miss the vein.”
Diane froze beneath me and I waited to determine how she’d take to the test. My pulse spiked as I flattened the small blade and traced it over the delicate skin, letting her feel the kiss of the cold metal.
“No,” she said, shaking her head, her voice so full of fear that my eyes drifted closed. Relief barely registered as she began talking again. “Not like this. Use the gun. I want it over faster than it takes to bleed out.”
A sound tore from my throat before I could stop it. Still, she chose death over life. Worse, she chose death over me. Rage and jealousy seared my insides, burning a hole through my chest and traveling to expel heat from behind my eyes. I reached for the cuffs, unfastening them long enough to flip her. Her back bridged over the curve as I attempted to buckle her back in. Before I could read her movements, her head flew forward, connecting with my cheek, sending pain flaring and pulsing down to the bottom of my jaw.
I was back on her before she could so much as move.
“You’re going to pay for that, slave.”
“It’ll be worth it if you’re sporting a black eye tomorrow,” she yelled, victory heavy in her voice. It almost made me smile, but the anger over her previous declaration was still eating away at my mind.
“If my eye is black, you’ll pay more with the scars I’m going to leave behind.”
She stiffened as I wedged one of her arms between us and fastened the cuff to the other I held. Her mouth opened and then shut. She swallowed, looking even more terrified.
What appeared to be betrayal had me pausing. I secured her other wrist, letting my heart rate slow as I stared down at her. Something foreign tugged at an invisible weight resting in the core of my stomach, twisting it as I caught her fearful, hurt expression in the flashes of light. To say it didn’t have me responding sexually was a lie. But that wasn’t what I was confused about. My brain couldn’t process the sensation or thoughts. I blinked repeatedly, trying to grasp what was happening. God, I was softening. Falling, and more than just a little. Fuck...
“Master?”
The music faded
out as I rolled the scalpel between my fingers. She’s gotten really good at addressing me. The title rolls from her lips so sweetly. So full of desperate hope. She’s scared, but more so of bleeding. And of me, but not like a woman who would fear her killer. I have her. She’s exactly where I need her to be if I want to continue to help her heal and move on. If…
“Slave,” I lowered, resting my forearms to the sides of her face and wrapping my hands around the curved end of the bench. My fingers gripped to the leather as I reined in my control. The quivering of her lips drew me in for the smallest moment before my eyes rose back to hers. “Whatever you’re imagining is probably not even close to what’s going to happen. I won’t hurt you past what you want. Let go and enjoy this as I do.” What the fuck was I saying? My jaw clenched as I fought the words that tried to break free. I want her to beg me to cut her. To embrace what I hold. No. My head shook as I argued with myself. Diane needed to leave here. She deserved more than this life. More than what I could give.
She kept quiet, trying to hold my gaze. The dipping of her eyes came every few seconds as she contemplated whatever was going through her mind. I didn’t let her think long. My hand lowered to the side of her face and traced a path down to her throat, squeezing enough to have my hips pushing forward so my cock rubbed against her folds.
“I love that you’re a part of this. You,” I breathed out, brushing my lips over hers. The more I thrust along the outside of her pussy, the wetter she became. It was perfection in the making. I knew I ruined my façade, but I couldn’t help the small amount of relief that gave me. For her to witness me as a monster was great, but that wasn’t all I was. What if she saw the other side of me too?
A moan slipped past her lips and I drank it in with everything I had. Faster, I ground my cock over her soft flesh. Harder, as a fog settled over my sense of right and wrong. Contemplation was gone. All I knew were the savage needs I’d kept hidden away for so long. They barreled forward, pushing right past my lips.
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