by Linnea May
“Please,” I beg, looking up at him, his tip already parting my lips. “Fuck me, Master.”
It’s what he has been waiting for, the magic word, the appropriate way to address him, especially when uttering a greedy wish.
He leans forward, his muscular chest hovering over me, while he parts me with his enormous girth, shoving his cock into my hungry core with sensual deliberation. I moan, taking him inch for inch, until his pelvis is pressed against my center, his entire length filling me like no one has before.
Again, his eyes are fixated on my face, reading every little reaction as he takes me for the first time. He stays in place for a few moments, watching me squirm beneath him, breathing rapidly as I accommodate him inside me.
His hands find their way to my bound thighs, spreading my legs apart as far as possible before he starts pounding me with a sudden savagery that takes my breath away. I shriek in surprise, but soon my cries turn into conflicting outbursts of ecstasy and pain as the rope cuts into my skin as he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before.
This is raw, violent fucking that lacks the fear of consequences. We have nothing to lose and nothing to prove to each other. When he grabs me by the hip, slightly elevating me from the sheets, I feel nothing but the pleasure his rough pounding sends through my body in strong waves.
I don’t worry about looking pretty for him, because I know he’s mesmerized by me either way. There’s something in his eyes when he looks at me, a mysterious spark that speaks of the sick devotion he has for the woman he robbed and calls his pet.
His face is lined with exertion and lust, drops of sweat running down his temples while he continues to slam into me like a wild beast. He takes what he wants from me, and I can tell that the wait has been long for him, too. His vicious handling of my body speaks of a desperate need, just as my cries of rapture do. I can only let it happen, wrapped up in hot knowledge that I’m his possession, his pet, his biggest pleasure.
A yelp of surprise escapes my mouth when he picks me up by the hips, turning me around as if I weigh nothing, temporarily withdrawing his cock from me. Even this short moment without him is enough to make me realize how much I crave feeling him inside me.
I groan with desperation, instinctively hollowing my back, begging to feel him. His hands reach for the knots at my back, tightening the rope around my chest as he pulls on it while shoving his cock back inside. I’m balancing on my knees, the rope cutting into the flesh on my legs, as I try to stretch my legs despite the restraints. It’s as if there are a thousand needles, prickling all over my body, intensifying each sensation he’s inflicting on me.
He keeps hold of the rope around my upper body with one hand, but the other moves between my legs, finding the spot just above my entrance. I groan when a sharp thrill bolts through my core, as he begins playing with my slick clit.
I want to warn him, tell him that I might come any moment, but my face is shoved into the sheets, suffocating every potential verbalization of my thoughts.
He wouldn’t mind, anyway, it seems. His motions accelerate, torturing my body to the edge of release.
“Come!” I hear his voice behind me. “Come on my cock, my pet.”
Even within the short time of seven days, my body has learned to obey his command. The groan I let out when an explosive release takes hold of me seems to come from far away, from a different person even. I bathe in a pool of ecstasy, a delight that is so voracious, it almost renders me unconscious.
Just as my climax starts to recede with its last, violent waves, I can feel him throbbing inside me, joining my elation just before it’s fading.
I don’t think I ever came this hard, this long. I’m physically and mentally exhausted, panting so heavily that I’m close to hyperventilating.
He turns me over onto my back, my center still pulsating with the aftermath of our joint pleasure, when he lowers himself over my trembling body, placing his elbows next to my head before he leans in for the kiss I was denied before. It’s a greedy kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, as if we’re just beginning our play. I reciprocate his longing, relishing the passionate embrace of our lips.
Our eyes meet when he stops our kiss, drops of sweat running down his handsome face as he moves a wet strand of hair out of my face, looking at me like he never has before.
“Ruby,” he breathes. “That was insane.”
Chapter 27
Joseph
Her face freezes. She looks at me with an aghast expression, her breath stopping for a moment before she gathers herself enough to speak.
“What did you just call me?” she asks.
Fuck.
Never call the girl by her name. Never.
I’ve been so mad at her for not sticking to the rules of our contract in the beginning, and now I’m the one who breaches it in the most pathetic way possible.
She’s my whore. My pet. My toy. As far as I’m concerned, she has no name, and she’s never to be addressed with any name I might have been given. This has never been a problem before.
Why now? Why did I just call her by her name? Or rather, the name she uses for her agency listing. The only name I’ve ever been told.
It fucks with our deal, and I damn well know that. The way she’s looking at me now says it all. She’s confused and alarmed, because she knows that I vowed to never address her as anything but ‘my pet.’ It was clearly stated in our contract what she is to me.
“Nothing,” I say, moving away from her.
I jump down from the bed, leaving her tied and helpless, with her bent legs still spread apart, looking fucking delicious. Normally, I would take her with me, feeling her up and possibly fucking her against the tiles while the warm water washes our sweat away. But right now I just need to get out of her sight, pretending that my transgression never happened.
Her eyes follow me as I flee to the bathroom, hastily closing the door behind me. I hop into the shower, soaping myself in angry haste, as if I’m trying to wash my mistake away.
How could this happen? Everything was going fine, great actually, before that dumb mishap slipped my tongue.
It was more than great, though. I knew the built-up anticipation would lead to an outburst of unmatched degree when I finally fucked her, but I didn’t expect it to be like this. This fantastic. Mind-robbing. Violent.
I lost myself with her. I know I was rough beyond measure. Fucking her awoke the beast inside of me, the wild creature I’ve been hiding for so long. If I hadn’t spent so much time learning to control the monster inside me, she could have been in actual danger.
But of course, she isn’t. I could never hurt her for real, or take anything from her that she isn’t willing to give. It’s the whole reason behind my patience.
My concern for her reminds me that she’s still tied up and unable to move. I turn off the water and quickly wrap a towel around my waist, before heading back to the bedroom, water dropping down my skin as I approach the bed to save her.
She’s lying on her side, her legs close and squirming against her restraints, while she casts a pained grimace at me.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, gently pushing her onto her back, so I can untie her legs.
“It’s okay,” she whispers, her voice weak and empty.
“No, it’s not okay,” I say. “I shouldn’t have left you here like this. Your Master made a mistake.”
She looks at me, her expression lined with disbelief, as I admitted to my mistake.
“Will you accept my apology?” I ask her.
I have unfastened the knots on one leg, but hold it in its bent position, only slowly allowing her to stretch it, so the blood flow can resume normally. A sigh of relief escapes her when she’s finally able to move her leg freely.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Of course.”
“Good,” I say. “It won’t happen again.”
I free her other leg and let her stretch for a few moments, watch
ing as she turns her ankles in circles, expanding her legs on the sheets as their color changes back to normal. The frog-tie is not as tough on the blood circulation as other knots can be, but my knots have been tight and she has struggled against the restraints, pushing herself to the limit while I had my way with her.
I help her to sit up, turning her back to me so I can unfasten her arms, as well. The box-tie must have been even tougher for her than the tie around her legs. I can tell by the marks the rope leaves on her delicate skin - and by her moans as she’s finally freed.
She observes her skin, tracing along the red lines the hemp strings left on her, while I take up the rope. The smile on her face is the most beautiful expression I can think of. It’s a smile underlined with satisfaction and pride, the kind of pride only a submissive knows. The marks are telltales of her struggle, and a reminder that she’s capable of not only overcoming the pain that’s associated with it, but also taking pleasure from it.
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“No, not really,” she says, sounding almost disappointed. “It’s beautiful, though.”
“I agree,” I say. “Nothing prettier than marks on a woman after an intense play session.”
She blushes as she looks up to me. Our eyes lock onto each other for a few moments, silence filled with unspoken questions stretching between us. I know she hasn’t forgotten, and neither have I. I was hoping that she’d be smart enough to refrain from pointing out my other mistake again, but it turns out she just waited for the right moment to go back to it.
“Why did you call me Ruby earlier?” she wants to know, shifting over to the headboard and leaning against the cushions with her legs pulled close to her body.
I cast her a dark look.
“I’m sorry,” I retort. “I shouldn’t have done that. This is another thing that won’t happen again.”
She looks at me as if that reply confuses her even more.
“But… why?” she presses. “Why Ruby?”
Now, I’m the one who’s confused. She knows very damn well why I would call her Ruby. Ruby Red. That’s the name written on her business card, the name she was listed under at the agency. She must be aware of the fact that I know that name. Why is she so surprised?
“It was a mistake,” I repeat. “You’re my pet, and I’ll never address you any other way again.”
“Okay.”
She looks at me as if she’s trying to solve a puzzle, still in the dark about the meaning behind my mistake.
There is no meaning. Nothing to solve, nothing to understand. There can’t be.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, diverting from the subject.
She hesitates for a moment, before she nods. “Yes, I am.”
“I’ll bring you something up,” I say, gathering my clothes, before I flee from her room.
Chapter 28
Liana
I always have to smile when he brings me a sandwich. Somehow, that’s such a typical man-thing to do. Not that the cooked food he’s been bringing me has ever been bad, but I’d still say that sandwiches are where he really excels.
Today, he brings me a roasted chicken breast sandwich with avocado and crisp bacon strips, making it a rather heavy and savory variation. The smell of it almost lets me forget about the confusion he caused earlier.
I need to know why he called me Ruby. Was it a simple mistake because he just assumes that this must be my name based on the business card he took from the coat? Or is there more to it?
I took the time to take a shower and freshen up, while he was downstairs preparing my food. He’s just coming through the door when I walk through the bathroom door, instantly dropping down on my knees as I see him and taking my position.
“Good girl,” he praises.
I thought he’d tell me to get back on my feet right away, but instead he places the tray with the sandwich right in front of me on the carpet, beckoning me to eat right where I am.
Just like a pet.
It’s not the first time that he makes me eat like this, but I still don’t enjoy the humiliation that comes with it. I know he only does it to remind me of my place, but nevertheless, I’m not forbidden to speak.
“Ruby is not my name, you know,” I say, before I take the first bite of the delicious sandwich he brought me.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me while he finishes taking up the rope. His eyes flicker with anger when he looks at me.
“You’re my pet,” he says. “Nothing else.”
I sigh. Something that doesn’t go by him unnoticed. He casts me a warning look.
“Yes, sure,” I say. “But, I mean, it’s really not my name. My name is Liana Doy-”
“It doesn’t matter!” he barks at me. “You’re my pet. There’s no need for names, real or not.”
I wince at his loud voice, frightened by his sudden outburst, and continue to eat my sandwich, hunching my shoulders inward like a scared animal.
Why does it anger him so much when I talk about these things? It’s like he’s trying to block out that I’m a human being, a person with a name and a life.
Maybe this is my way out? If I make him confront all those things, the fact that he robbed a real person out of her life.
A life I don’t particularly miss. But that’s a minor detail that shouldn’t matter to him.
“It’s not even my fake name,” I add.
He looks at me, a silent question flickering in his eyes.
“Ruby, I mean,” I clarify. “I’ve never used that name. I’m Liana. Always.”
It’s as if an icy wind just traveled across the room, erasing all life and with it all noise from our environment. He stares at me, his expression frozen in angry confusion.
“Stop it,” he says, his voice tense. “Stop breaching. We have a deal.”
I reciprocate his gaze, seemingly calm from the outside, while my heart feels as if it’s about to burst with fear.
A deal? What is he talking about? When on Earth did we ever make a deal with each other? He acts as if I’m her on my own volition, with perfect knowledge about the scope and rules of this – whatever this is.
Wait. Does this mean he thinks he’s talking to someone who does know what’s going on? Someone else but me?
“Do you think I’m Ruby?” I ask him. “Because I’m not.”
Something in his expression changes. He no longer looks merely angry and confused. There’s something else in his demeanor, something I’ve never seen on him before.
Fear.
“Shut up,” he snaps at me. “Finish your goddamn sandwich.”
“Did you find that name on the card you took?” I ask. “The card that was in the coat’s pocket?”
He glares at me, his fists clenching around the rope.
“If you don’t shut up right this second,” he hisses. “You’re going back to the attic. All night. Understand?”
We freeze in an angry stare contest. I know I can’t get into any trouble as long as I keep my mouth shut, but I’m not done asking questions. I’m getting somewhere with this. I’m getting under his skin, which means that I’m moving in the right direction. There’s something there, something he’s terrified of.
What if he made another mistake? A mistake so big that it could destroy him?
“Do you understand?” he presses, locking me down with his intense eyes.
He’s already in the process of getting up from the bed. If I don’t give him the reply he seeks, he will drag me over to that horrible room in no time, leaving the half-eaten sandwich and the luxury of my gilded cage out of reach for an entire night.
Is it worth risking? Is there anything I can draw from him at this point that would make this sacrifice worth it?
No. I decide that it is not.
“Yes, Master,” I reply, obediently lowering my eyes as I finish eating my sandwich.
I think I may know e
nough to understand what’s going on here.
Chapter 29
Liana
Things have changed since that day he finally decided to fuck me. Our whole dynamic has shifted now that I believe I understand what is really happening here.
He made a mistake when he grabbed me off the street. He doesn’t just think that my name is Ruby because it’s written on the business card he found in my coat.
He thinks I’m Ruby because that’s the woman he was looking for. The woman whose coat I was wearing at the time when he took me. The Barbie doll from the bar. She looked like an escort to me, and by now I’m pretty sure that she actually was.
And he bought her. The deal he keeps talking about, all the times he acted as if I should know things that I didn’t know. He thought he was talking to the escort he hired to do all this. An escort to live out his perverted fantasy. The fantasy of kidnapping a woman and making her his sexual slave.
None of this is real. We are playing a very elaborate form of role play. That is why he’s given me so little explanation and that is why he kept complaining about me making so many transgressions in the beginning. I had no idea what was going on, but he expected me to.
Now I’m in the know. I finally understand how I ended up here. In a way, I brought this upon myself by stealing that woman’s coat. If I hadn’t done that, he never would have grabbed me. It was her identifying mark, the one feature that helped him find her, and the only item of clothing I was allowed to keep.
A significant amount of power has been handed over to me now that I know.
Yet, I’m still here. Naked, curled up in the soft sheets he lets me sleep in, with a collar around my neck that hasn’t been taken off in eleven days.
Why am I still here?
Why can I not bring myself to tell him? He would probably let me go. He might even pay me to keep my mouth shut because he can get in serious legal trouble for what he did.
I could even blackmail him.
