Page 95 of Volatile Waters

With Fire’s wrists restrained to the same spot as the first time, I wanted to start teaching her body that pain was good. If she was going to be mine for the rest of my days, she needed to appreciate what I liked, or at least what I thought I liked. To start her off slowly, I strapped a vibrating butterfly to her mound, between her thinning legs. With the remote steady in my hand, I stood behind her, my clothed chest against her naked back. I was careful not to irritate the skin I had enflamed with my whip.

I turned on the device to the lowest setting. Her body jerked. “Master, please, no.”

She had squirmed when I put the device on her, but I kept talking in a calm voice. In her ear, I softly spoke. “Try not to fight the sensation. Let the feelings build. Surrender to what our bodies want.” I gently reached around and touched her breast. She didn’t shy away. The one time she did, I offered her to a handler. I wasn’t going to let him soil her. I knew she would beg for me to forgive her so I would rescue her, which she did.

So, I took her back.

She’d been most cooperative since.

Fire didn’t want to react to the device between her legs, but her body, as they all do, betrayed her. Her nipples went taut, and her breathing became more labored due to the erotic sensations and the fact that she was already winded from me striking her. I gave a slight pinch to her nipple. Her head fell back against my shoulder. She whispered, “I’m begging you not to make me do this.”

Sweat from her face transferred to mine, with us cheek to cheek. “And I am begging you to release this inhibition and let me show you a whole world out there that you have been missing.”

I knew being on her tippy toes was getting tiresome, even for a dancer, so I wrapped an arm around her waist to help support her. Her sigh was almost audible, but when I turned the remote to a higher level, she gasped, and her body stiffened. I rubbed her stomach with my other hand, attempting to soothe her. “Let go, Fire.” Feeling her so close and helpless against the erotic torture I was causing her had my own desire spiking. While my erection grew, her little ribs expanded against my chest, over and over. She continued to fight the need to orgasm as I whispered, “Let go,” then turned up the intensity one more notch.

Fire groaned, as her body seized…

Beyond aroused, I buried my face in her neck as she orgasmed in my arms.

As time passed, and her training continued, her body started to light up with certain pain. Nipples were an easy way to have her silently begging for more. Tight pinches made her core wet with need. That core made me hungry, so I used her own hunger against her. She only received one or two pieces of bread, one bottle of water, and maybe one piece of cheese every three days. Her state of malnourishment made her easy to convince to do as I pleased.

Strung up by the chains, she watched as I walked in with a fresh plate of cold cuts. Tears started to fall as she quietly pleaded, “What do I have to do for a bite?”

“You know the rules. Be a good girl,” meaning, let me do what I want, “and you can choose one item.” Her bottom lips trembled, tears dripped from her chin, but she nodded. I set down the tray. “Has anyone ever licked your pussy?” A burst of more cries escaped her as her head hung forward, shaking it no. “It is okay, Fire. We can try another time.” I picked up the tray and headed for the door.

“Please come back, I’m… I’m sorry. You can do it. Don’t take the food.”

Happily, I spun on my heels and went back to the table. “I do love it when we can agree on our special times together.” She didn’t say anything, only cried while staring at the plate. “I’ll tell you what. What if we eat together?”

Clueless of my meaning, her eyes widened, and her head bobbed in approval. “Yes, Master. I would love that.”

I stuck a rolled-up piece of turkey in my mouth so that half of it stuck out. Her brows scrunched, but when I got close to her mouth, her eyes asked permission. I nodded.

That miniature mouth opened and stretched to take a bite, but as soon as she got a taste, survival instincts kicked in. Her mouth opened wide and inhaled all that I had to offer. Her lips, even though an accident I’m sure, brushed mine as she devoured the meat she hadn’t had in so long.

Was the touch something that reminded me of Wolf? Was the touch something I mistook as affection? I can’t say, because it was as if I blacked out before I dropped to my knees in front of her. She gasped around her mouthful as I stared at her mound, lightly shaded with red hair. My whole body shook, desperate for my mouth on that juncture. “I…” I inhaled. “Will give you the whole plate.”

Little cheeks, puffed with chewed turkey, were blanketed with tears and regret as my Fire reluctantly nodded. While she chewed and sobbed, staring at that tray of meat, I ate at her pussy as if it would be the last time before I died.

Fire’s teardrops dripped onto my face as she came in my mouth.

Back in her room, I kept taking steps backward, appalled as I watched her vomit all the meat that refused to stay in her weak stomach. What made it worse was, from her knees at the toilet, she kept reaching out to me, even though I was the cause of her misery.

Did I stay and try to ease her suffering?

No. I ran.

Straight to Wolf.

Waking, he sat up in his bed. I was surprised he was sleeping, so I quickly looked at my watch. It was one a.m. We stared at each other, only the light peeking from under his door making it possible to see anything. Soul Reader was quietly working his expertise. Disappointment eventually appeared and crossed into a blank expression. His bent knees rose so he could rest his arms on them, then his forehead to his arms. “Who do you keep torturing with your madness?”

A lingering silence hung between us before I answered, “The little sister of a man my father wanted killed.”

Wolf slowly lifted his head, appearing terrified to ask. “How little?”

My voice cracked, “Eighteen.”

I wasn’t sure if his exhale was relief or disgust. “Is this part of your job?”