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“That question was a long time coming. Because I want to.”
There’s a long silence. He finally speaks again. “Were you expecting a sad childhood story? Did you want to understand what turned me into such a soulless beast? Would that make it all okay? If you could point to some moment in time where I was a sad, scared little boy? Well, sorry to disappoint, Pretty Toy. That's not my story. My parents gave me everything I could ever want. I started out having everything, and then I doubled that wealth. I’ve acquired every object I’ve ever wanted, and now I've acquired you. My living, breathing fuck doll.”
He stands, then I feel his hands wrapped around mine, helping me off the floor. He leads me to the bondage bed at the far end of the dungeon and lays me down on my back. I watch as he goes to the large box where he got the vibrator the last time. He returns with a ball gag.
“Open,” he says when he's beside me.
I open my mouth, and he presses the black rubber ball into place, fastening the straps behind my head. Then he presses a button on a remote, and the classical music I'd almost forgotten about begins to fill the dungeon. It's all so... civilized.
He doesn't restrain me. On a certain level, it's overkill. He doesn't need to tie me down unless it pleases him. The door at the top of the stairs is locked. There’s no way out. I could jump off the bed and try to run, but he might change his mind about punishment if I do that. And I would eventually get tired. He only has to wait me out. He's already shown how patient and willing to wait he is.
The gag is worse than the restraints. With restraints, I can still beg. Even though I know there’s nothing human in him, it still seems to amuse him and please him enough to offer me small indulgences. But I don't even have the power to beg now.
I watch warily as he lies beside me. He props himself on his side and observes me. I look away from his cold gray stare. It's too much to have that gaze leveled on me, taking me in, analyzing, deciding my fate.
“Look at me, Pretty Toy,” he says. There’s a warning wrapped inside the command.
I take a breath and look back at him, trying to hold his gaze. I flinch when he brushes my hair out of my eyes. Then he spends a small eternity just stroking my breasts and watching my reactions. He massages them first gently, then more roughly. He pinches my nipples into hard points and then releases the pressure.
Eventually, the tension eases from my body. I become soft and yielding. I find myself pressing into his hand, moaning behind the gag, my eyes drifting closed as my body arches into each caress.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
These words unlock the need between my legs as the arousal pulses to life again.
“If I put my fingers inside your pussy, will you be wet for me?”
I nod.
His hand trails over my belly and between my legs. I can hear my wetness as he presses a finger inside me. He smiles, satisfied with my body's response.
“This is mine. And because I allow it, Seven's. You're going to be our good whore. No more silly escape attempts. No more denying your desires. You want this, don't you, Pretty Toy?”
I could lie to myself. I could say that I only nod in answer to appease him, to try to stay safe. But I do have needs. I'm only human, and they are both so beautiful. There’s no resistance to Seven. But our captor? I wish it was somehow okay to want what he's doing right now, to just exist and float on this haze of erotic satisfaction.
I'm supposed to fight. I'm supposed to struggle and cry and beg him not to touch me. But I just open my legs wider, holding his gaze, arching up to meet his fingers as they slide in and out of me.
“You will give me your pleasure. It belongs to me. The first thing you need to learn is how to come for me.”
I'm pretty sure I already know how to do that. I feel myself blush at the memory of what he did that first day on this bed.
He chuckles. “No, I mean you're going to learn how to come for me. You're going to come, and then come again, and then again, until I say it's time to stop. Sometimes pleasure can be so much that it becomes pain. You'll learn that, and then you'll learn to accept it and push through it to give me more of your pleasure. Until I allow you to stop.”
My eyes widen at this. I'm not that woman who has multiple orgasms. I don't know that I can't, I've just never tried. I'm satisfied after one. Again I find myself wondering what happens if I can't give him what he wants. A punishment of some type? I'm growing less afraid that he'll kill me. My escape attempt didn't push him to it so I now feel irrationally safe from death—at least for the foreseeable future. I'm not sure how accurate this assessment is, but it makes me feel the tiniest bit less guilty for the way I crave his touch.
He gets up and stretches my arms and legs out and binds me to the bed, much like he had me that first day. He produces a blindfold from a drawer in the base of the bed and secures it around my eyes.
I feel the panic edging in. Bound, no sight, no ability to cry out.
“Shhhh,” he says, stroking the side of my face. “I will remove the gag on one condition. You're not allowed to beg. You can make any sounds you want but no words. Do you accept these terms?”
I nod, desperate to have even the tiniest freedom.
“I want to be sure you understand. If you beg me, if you say a single word to me that I don't command, you will be punished. I can leave the gag in. It won't be comfortable, but you'll be safe. Do you want me to leave it in?”
I shake my head.
He sighs. “All right. Be careful with this favor, Pretty Toy. It may bite you in the end.”
