Page 31 of Silver

When I jerk back to scramble off his lap, he chuckles. “See? You’re learning. I love those tears, precious. I wonder if you’ll eventually be able to make convincing fake tears in order to intentionally turn me on.”

Suddenly, I’m angry with myself for climbing onto his lap. I have whiplash from hating and loving his methods. I go from horny slut to furious hostage on a dime. It’s frustrating.

Silver chuckles again when I back up toward the headboard and grab the sheet to cover myself. “I’ve seen every inch of your body, naughty girl. No sense hiding from me now. After lunch, I’ll start training your ass. The inside of your rectum is one of the only parts of you I haven’t explored.”

I grip the sheet tighter and set my chin on my knees. Training my ass? Fuck, no. Whatever that entails, I don’t want to be a part of it. I squeeze my thighs together as I picture him fingering me there. It’s so taboo, yet my traitorous pussy pulses because obviously taboo is my jam. Infuriating. Damn him. And damn myself for leaving all those books in my car, providing him inspiration for every filthy dream I’ve ever had.

Maybe if I explain myself… “Just because I have smutty books doesn’t mean I want to experience everything in them. What if I read slasher books? Would that suggest I’m a murderer or that I’m hoping to be killed?”

He reaches out and strokes my shin through the sheet. “If your car was filled with dark horror books, and I or anyone else found them dog-eared, then yes, I’d be concerned that you were either a serial killer or hoped to be captured by one.”

I stiffen. Is he right?

“Lots of people read horror, precious. Most of them don’t fold the pages down and reread the brutality repeatedly.”

Fuck.

“So, yes. The fact that you’ve been engrossed in kinky sexual practices does give me a window into your soul. That includes being confined in a cage and shackled to the floor. You did that research, precious. All I’m doing is fulfilling your dreams.”

I purse my lips as more tears fall. I need to get out of here before something really horrible happens. What if he gets carried away and accidentally kills me? What if he chains me to the floor, leaves me, and the house burns down?

Silver strokes the top of my head. “Shhh. If you keep crying all the time, I’ll force you to suck my cock each time you sniffle.”

I hold my breath, willing the tears to stop. He confuses me and makes me so emotional.

He stands. “Let’s have lunch, then I’ll spend some time training your ass. How does that sound?”

It sounds like I’d rather dive off the roof and hope for a quick death. Too bad I didn’t fill my car with dog-eared horror books instead of kinky sex. He might have put me out of my misery.

“Come,” he orders. “Hands and knees. I like to watch your tits sway when you crawl. Don’t make me spank your bottom again before lunch. It has to be sore.”

Having no other options, I pull the covers back, exposing my naked body to this infuriating man, and swivel to ease my feet over the side of the bed. I reach up and finger the heavy collar. “Will you please take this off, Sir?” I ask, hoping to sound reverent.

“No, precious. I want you to wear it for now. It’s helping remind you who you belong to. That you exist to serve me. When you’re wearing it, you will crawl on all fours.” He steps in front of me, tips my chin back, and hooks the dreaded leash to the ring on the front of the metal noose.

After sliding his hand to the end of the leash, he picks it up and brings it to my lips, dragging the chain across them.

“I didn’t have a chance to clean the chain after it was in your cunt, precious. How about you lick and suck your juices off it before we head to the other room?”

I swallow. It’s clear he loves to humiliate me. And though I hate him so much for it, it’s equally obvious I like to be humiliated. Even his easy tone as he instructs me to do such a dirty act makes my pussy wet.

He taps my mouth. “Open, precious. Suck.”

I part my lips and let him set the end of the chain on my tongue. It tastes as I would expect—metallic, but also tangy from my arousal.

Silver uses both hands to hold the last foot of the leash taut in front of my face. “Clean it all, precious.”

I lower my gaze to the leash and start licking along its length. This isn’t the worst thing he’s demanded. I can do this.

But then he ups the ante. “Spread your knees, precious. Finger your pussy while you clean your leash.”

My breath hitches, and I freeze.

“I don’t like it when you hesitate. You’ll learn to obey me instantly without question.”

When I drop my hand between my legs, I find my clit and stroke it as I resume my task.

“Good girl. You don’t have permission to come. Don’t get carried away with fingering that greedy cunt.”