by Lucy Lixx
“Well, I feel welcome.” He teased.
“What would you like?” I said, and my voice threatened to crack. I had never had someone say something so teasing. It seemed to drip with lust, but I tried to remind myself that it wasn’t possible. No man would look at me like that. Not a man like him.
“A tall, dark espresso.” He said, and it seemed like the only drink that would fit a man like this. I went to start it.
“Anything else?” I asked. My voice was stronger when I wasn’t looking him directly in the eyes. “Anything sweet? We have the best muffins in town, but the pastries are better. Oh jeez. The blackberry Danish is to die for.” I said, but I knew I was gushing. I had to turn back to face him, and his eyes seemed intense.
“You don’t have any sweets that would fit my appetite.” He said with a small wink, and I felt my cheeks heating up as his eyes slid down my body in a teasing, almost taunting manner.
“No?” I squeaked out, and he chuckled. It was a deep, rich sound. I remember thinking he must be a God. No one sounded that perfect.
“Not that you’d be willing to give me.” He said, and I handed him his espresso, and he slid me a twenty, walking away.
“Don’t you want change?” I managed to say almost breathlessly, but the man hadn’t looked back.
* * *
That had been two weeks ago. I thought I’d never see the man again. I had dreamt about him at night. I had gotten wet at the sight of him. I had imagined it going very differently. I had imagined him telling me that his appetites were for a woman like me. I had imagined the man giving me his number, bending me over the counter, stealing a kiss instead of leaving me a large tip. I had looked for him in the streets, and I thought I would have given anything to see him again.
This wasn’t how I had expected to see him. He looked so perfect, like an avenging angel. He was in a long dark blue button up shirt and black slacks. He was perfect all the way down to his black leather, polished shoes, but he wasn’t an angel. I knew I was staring at the devil right then and there. I just knew that this was the man who had dragged me here, undressed me, and chained me. I had never felt so ashamed. My mind raged, but by the wet spot growing on my panties, my body didn’t care. It was as if I was at war with myself, and I couldn’t understand why. It was all I could do to not cry out in frustration as I tore my gaze from him, instead staring at the bed.
Damon: The First Lesson
She looked at me with adoration before she snapped out of it. I knew the questions she would fire at me when she found her voice again. “Why me?” “What did I do?” “You can let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” I patiently stood there, waiting, but they never came. She was parched, and I could tell her head was still pounding.
“Hello, Ms. Alice Bannon.” I said, catching her off guard.
I needed to make sure she knew she wasn’t in control of this situation right away. No demands would be met. Her doe like eyes looked up at me in wonder when I said her name. I couldn’t help but to chuckle, and to my surprise her cheeks started to tinge a bright red. I had expected a lot, but very few girls got embarrassed like this.
They got angry. They cried. They screamed, but I looked her over. My eyes grazed over the small change in her breathing. The rise and fall that she was trying to control stood out to my trained eyes, and she had her legs tightly together, but it wasn’t from fear. I chuckled again. I knew that look. It was in the eyes and stance of anyone I dragged to my bedroom.
“I expected a lot.” I told her, and I let my accent out this time. It was Middle Eastern, and she wasn’t expecting it. I was good at hiding it when I was searching. My looks stood out enough, after all.
“I was expecting you to shout, Ms. Bannon, but I did not expect you to get wet for me.” I almost purred, catching her off guard. She said nothing to me, but if looks could kill, then Alice Bannon would be a murderer at that very moment. It amused me, and I knew I had chosen well.
“You can ask me one question.” I said, amusedly as I pulled the chair out to lounge there, looking at her chained to the bed. Her eyes narrowed as if she thought that this might be a trick, and I arched a perfectly groomed dark eyebrow at her.
“Well? My patience grows thin for your silence, Alice.” I said, softening my voice at that last syllable. I wasn’t going to let her figure me out just yet.
“What is going to happen to me now that I’m here?” She asked, and her voice was softer, but it didn’t break. I smiled at her for a moment, but there was nothing charming about my smile. Somehow, she still seemed to find his charm alluring despite herself. I knew that flush.
“You’re going to be trained, and you will listen. There will be good times.
Pleasure that you probably didn’t think your body was capable of, but there will be pain if you anger me. Pain if you upset me.” I told her, leveling her reaction. It seemed like she was at war with her own emotions. I watched as her tongue darted out, licking her dry hips, and I smiled at her. I tried to relax, making my edges soften a little for her.
“Would you like some water?” I asked. It served two purposes. This way, she wouldn’t have to ask questions. She’d just process, and I watched as Alice nodded. I disappeared, leaving her to her own thoughts to go grab what I had put aside for her.
Alice: Date with the Devil
He had left the door slightly open, as if teasing me to jump out of bed and run to freedom. He was showing he had control, but I didn’t need to move an inch to remember that the chain would hold me there if I tried to move at all. I just stared at it, empty and processing what he said.
Pain. Pleasure. The idea was something new. I wanted to recoil from it. Before this, my life had been dull and simple. I went to work. Went home. I didn’t have anyone to talk to. A few online friends that wouldn’t think twice about me going missing. I wanted to recoil. I wanted to run, but I was always smarter than that.
You didn’t grow up where I grew up with the looks I had without being smart. I was sure that was something he didn’t know. I had to grow up running, and I learned to find ways out of sticky situations. I was snapped out of my thoughts, looking at him with head still pounding as he carried two bags. Fear rose up in me, but so did curiosity.
If he wanted to hurt me, then he would have already. I reasoned, allowing curiosity to take over. There was no expression on his face, but those dark, piercing eyes promised mischief still. I had ached to see what mischief they held, but I had never expected this. He sat them down at the small table with its chair.
It was the only other furniture in the room. I scooted back closer to the headboard that was chaining me so that I had more room to move, and my hand brushed a thin pillow. I gave him an odd look. It was a comfort he hadn’t a need to give me. He pulled out a bottle of water and popped open some Tylenol, handing them to me.
“For that pounding head of yours. It had to be done, but no reason for you to suffer.” He said, and I wanted to scoff at him.
This mysterious man had brought me here to ‘train me’, and it was ludicrous to think that he didn’t want me to suffer. He popped the water bottle, cracking the lid for me as he gave it to me. I took the medicine and water almost greedily, gulping half of it down before I came to my senses. My stomach growled, and he smiled at me. He went to the bag, opening it up and the smell made my stomach growl louder. He started to pull out Chinese food. It was almost comical, but my growling stomach wouldn’t let me find it humorous for long.
“I thought you’d like take out.” He said, and he went to me, pulling a key from his breast pocket and unclicking the chain from the collar. I noticed the leather collar stayed on. He sat on the bed.
“Don’t get up yet.” He said. I looked at the door, and his gaze slid to where mine was. There was a small, arrogant smile curving his lips.
“You think you can outrun me, Alice?” He said softly and with more familiarity than I would have liked him to have with me. I bristled instantly. I couldn
’t run with him having that much warning. I knew I wouldn’t get far.
“No.” I said simply.
“Sir.” He corrected. “No, sir.” He said, and I said nothing.
He moved quicker than I expected, pulling me to him, and I started to fall from the kneeling position that I was into, falling into his lap. He had me bent over his knees in no time, and to my surprise I felt something hard against my naval. He’s hard. It slammed into me so hard it made my eyes widen, making me squirm on his lap. I don’t know what I expected, but it hit deep to think that he was getting off seeing me like this. Of course he’s getting off. I thought bitterly before my thoughts were interrupted.
Thwack. It echoed in the room, and my ass burned as I jumped on his lap, but he had me easily pinned down with his other hand resting on the small of my back. What he had just did sunk in slowly.
“You will learn respect, and if I must treat you like a child before I treat you like a woman to do so, then you will be treated as such.” He said before his hand rose again to hit my other ass cheek, and pain sprung up in the shape of his hand.
I was sure that there were red handprints marring my pale bottom by now, and I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t been spanked in years. I had never let a lover touch me like this, and even so they would have been gentler than his calloused hands raining down smack after smack on me despite my cries. I could feel him twitching against my stomach, obviously taking great joy in my situation. There wasn’t a part of my ass that wasn’t burning by the time I settled down and he stopped.
“Now, say it again.” He said softly, but there was almost a growl in his voice. I realized then that this man certainly was a devil. He couldn’t be reasoned with, and I tried to remember what had caused this in the first place. All I could do was concentrate on the burning of my ass.
“Alice, answer me or it will be with my belt next time.” He hissed, and the idea startled me. I couldn’t imagine a belt after what his hand could do.
“No, Sir.” I cried out, as if I couldn’t get the words out fast enough. Still his hand held me down, but the pressure eased away.
“Would you like food, Alice?” He asked me, almost taunting. I could tell that he was aching for me to disobey again, but I wasn’t going to let it happen.
“Yes, Sir.” I said, and my voice cracked more than I would have liked. He let me up, gently helping me stand as he crossed over to the table to give me the food. Chicken and broccoli. Fried rice. Vegetable not pork. A shrimp egg roll. It was my favorite. I had a feeling that wasn’t a coincidence. My heart sunk. How long were you watching me? I thought without daring to voice the question.
Damon: Startling the Rabbit
I knew in those first weeks she would see me as a demon, and I felt like one. What she caught onto quicker than some of the rest was that I liked being the demon. That first night, I could tell she caught on quickly. The way she had squirmed against me was something I relished. I ached to plunge deep inside of her, teaching her the pleasures that only a woman could feel. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but when I had researched, I knew it was unlikely she had many partners at all.
By the way she had looked at me the first time she saw me, I knew that they had been boys. Not men. They weren’t men. They were just boys. I thought with a satisfying smile. I didn’t often sample any of the women that I’d later be selling. She’d be sold off to the highest bidder when the exhibition took place, or I’d keep her. It was just a show of my skills, after all. I didn’t have to make a decision just yet. She had been more stubborn than I had initially thought. She had needed to feel the belt against her skin, and I had relished the look on her face as she had seen me pull it from my own pants.
The leather had scared her. I hadn’t even had to strike her too hard. I hadn’t wanted to leave too many marks on that perfect, porcelain skin. I had led her to the bathroom afterwards, allowing her to relieve herself and clean herself up. Sweat had dripped from her, but as I found out much to my surprise, it was not the only thing that was dripping. Alice was full of surprises.
“Why won’t you learn? It’s Sir, and I can give you as much pleasure as I give you pain. I give you food, attention, sleep. Do you think others are as nice as I, child?” I had chastised her.
She was smart in this, as she had said nothing. I had her hands tied to the bed, and she was face down. She had tried to get to her knees as my calloused hands trailed up those bare legs. She squirmed, but it wasn’t out of fright. I narrowed my eyes at her, knowing she couldn’t see me. I nudged her legs apart, but quickly she had clamped them down.
“Open your legs unless you’d like the belt again.” I said, and she knew she had a choice.
She had learned that if she took the punishment, I wouldn’t push, but I had started to make the punishments harder, making it clear that they weren’t worth what she was trying to protect. She had lost the bra and panties, stripping them away the day before in order to get her first shower. I could be kind if only she’d give in, and Alice was learning. That’s why she spread her legs.
I could tell that she was embarrassed, and as my fingers trailed to her wet sex, I could tell why. Even her thighs were wet. I was glad that Alice was looking at me. Masochists were hard to find, and they were a rare jewel. I hadn’t pegged her as one when I first saw her. She had tried to stifle her moan as she jumped away from my fingers. Alice only managed to push her ass into the air, presenting herself to me even more clearly as she tried to move away. It took her a moment to realize this, and I took the opportunity to slide a finger inside of her. I could tell her eyes had widened without needing to look at them. She was shocked. It was apparent by the moan that escaped her lips.
It had been three days, and I had yet to touch her like this. I had made her learn to ask for what she wanted, but never violated her. I had let her wait in anticipation, and this is what I got. A dripping wet girl that was pushing herself back against my finger even as a soft ‘no’ escaped her lips. Her body said different, and I added a second finger slowly without saying a word. I twisted my fingers inside of her, pushing them in and out slowly, deliberately.
“What a surprise, Alice.” I cooed at her, and she only moaned softly in response.
It was half pleasure and half distaste. She didn’t want to want this, but here she found herself nonetheless. Acceptance would come quicker for her than it would for most. That was something I was sure of. This time, I didn’t make her beg for what she wanted. I knew what she wanted, and I ached to give it to her as much as I ached to be inside of her right now.
As I moved my fingers in and out with delicate, deliberate motions, my pants seemed too tight. Too constraining. It wasn’t long before her pussy clenched around my fingers. She said nothing, but her moan was enough. The tension in her body relieved, and I could feel the wetness as she came, hard and fast. I pulled my fingers from her quickly, leaving her empty. She barely was able to keep from moaning at the loss.
“I think you got more out of your punishment than you were supposed to, but perhaps you’ll remember that pain and pleasure can go hand in hand for you, Alice.” I said, unchaining her as I helped her to sit up. Her cheeks were bright red, and she refused to look at me. I walked her to the restroom in silence, telling her to enjoy her shower this time.
What she didn’t know was that even there I had cameras watching her. I had seen her masturbate herself to orgasm with her fingers trying desperately to do what mine could to her. I had seen the frustration in her face and body as it slumped against the shower walls, and I could see it now. I didn’t need to tell her I was watching. I think we both knew by now, and Alice didn’t ever stop doing what she did. She desperately sought release from the buildup of sexual tension she seemed to get every time I entered the room.
Alice: Dreaming of Passion’s Fire
I hated what this had become. It was routine. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I wasn’t supposed to ache in the shower, fingers sliding between
my sexes, trying to copy what he had done to me. I shouldn’t let my eyes linger on his pants a little too long, wanting to feel that hard bulge deep inside of me. That wasn’t what was supposed to happen. I was supposed to hate him. The police were supposed to come. I was supposed to be free, but I was learning not everything went as expected. I certainly wasn’t supposed to be sitting here, remembering a dream I had the night before as he talked to me.
“What are you becoming, Alice?” He asked for the third time since I had arrived here. I had tried to count the days, but I knew it had to be past a week now. I knew the answer he wanted.
“A slave.” I said, and the word was like acid on my tongue, but it also sent a thrill of pleasure through me.
“Your slave. I’m yours. Oh God.” I would shout as he had me bent over the bed. His hands pulled my ass up higher in the air, making my calves strain as I was on tip toes so he could get deeper inside of me, filling me. His voice interrupted my memory of the dream.
