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“No . . . please . . . ” She scooted away from him until her back hit the bed. He arched a brow at her, standing like a Greek statue, the scrap of black fabric draped over his hand. Reluctantly she crawled back to him, the tears sliding down her cheeks, and then everything was darkness as he secured the blindfold and led her from the room.
She nearly fainted as her bare feet touched hard concrete floor. He removed the blindfold, and she collapsed to the ground. It wasn’t the bad cell. It was the dungeon.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.
He crossed the floor to the mini fridge and returned with a cold bottle of water. He twisted off the cap and handed it to her. She drank and didn’t stop until it was half empty. He sat on the ground and held her.
She wasn’t sure if she imagined the concern in his eyes. Maybe she saw what she wanted to see. She acknowledged she was his, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t aware he was a monster. He couldn’t feel anything. He seemed to be waiting on something, an explanation.
She was sure in his mind he felt he’d been magnanimous. In some ways it was true. And yet she couldn’t imagine being more afraid of him if he’d beaten her on a daily basis and cut strips of flesh from her body with a razor blade. He must know how completely he’d broken her.
“I was afraid I had done something wrong and you were taking me back to the bad cell,” she said quietly.
His eyes hardened, and once again she was looking into the emptiness she’d seen on her first day with him, all softness erased. He hadn’t been about to take her back there, and she’d opened her stupid mouth and perhaps given him reason to put her there now. All she could think was: three weeks.
She’d nearly lost her mind after one week, and thought she would die after two. She couldn’t do three. She’d find some way to end her life if he took her back there.
“No, Master, please. I’m sorry. If I’ve upset you . . . please please don’t take me back there.” She stroked his cock . . . placating. She bent to replace her hand with her mouth, but he pushed her off him and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
He returned several minutes later and threw the notebook down on the ground in front of her, his finger jabbing at the page. In furious pen scribblings he’d circled a passage and underlined the words within it. It was a page about punishment:
You will be punished only when you willfully disobey me. As long as you try to submit to my wishes, you’ll be safe.
The wordswillfully disobey, andtryhad been heavily underlined. She swiped at the tears on her face and looked up to see his outstretched hand. She took it and followed him to the bed. He placed her on her knees away from him, pushing her down so her forearms rested on the dark velvet, her ass raised in the air.
She tensed when she saw the lubricant. The last time he’d been gentle and made it exquisitely pleasurable. This time, however, he didn’t seem intent on starting small. He lubed his cock and then, as if there could be any doubt, he washed his hands in a little sink beside the row of whipping implements.
He nudged her opening, and she fought to relax. Slowly, inch by painful inch, he filled her, and she cried out. He waited and allowed her to adjust to him before moving in and out of her.
He pulled her body up so she was arched impossibly back and cupped a breast with one hand while the other dipped between her legs, pumping in and out of her in rhythm with his thrusts inside her ass.
When his fingers were slick with her juices, he removed them and pressed them into her mouth. In a wild frenzy, she sucked, and lapped up what he offered her before his fingers returned to pumping inside her, and then to her mouth again. Over and over he repeated the action, feeding her as she moaned around his fingers.
He slammed into her as he came and then let her fall back down onto the bed, her legs quivering jelly. She lay there, shaking and waiting, knowing he wasn’t finished with her.
His fingers thrusting into her, combined with his cock in her ass had taken her to the very edge of release. But she didn’t come.
He pulled out of her, grabbed her ankles and flipped her onto her back. When she looked at him, he pointed behind her. The chains on the wall. She bit her lip and nodded. She’d never liked being restrained, but he wasn’t asking her permission. He was asking if she’d learned her place, if she would accept it and let him chain her with no fuss or if he’d have to put her back in her cell for awhile longer so she could think about it.
The metal locked against her wrists, then around her ankles. She hadn’t noticed the ankle chains before. They were bolted into the floor and had been under the bed out of sight until now. The chains spread her legs wide.
He pushed a long, thick vibrator up inside her and set the vibrations to the lowest setting, enough to make her throb and whimper but not enough to bring her release. He crossed the room and rummaged through a small closet until he found what he was looking for, a professional-grade camera.
He circled the bed, taking photographs of her, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. She was too far gone and desperate to come. In the back of her mind she feared he’d send the pictures to people she knew or post them on the Internet, and yet still she mindlessly thrust her pussy up at him, trying to buck against the vibrator as if by doing so she could make the pleasure come faster or harder.
He used a roll of film and then placed the camera on the ground. His hand wrapped around the end of the vibrator and fucked her with it so hard she was breathless. With his free hand he gripped her throat, his cold eyes meeting hers.
“Master . . . ” Her voice was pleading, but not pleading to be let go. Pleading to come.
He released her throat and for a moment she believed he thought she was begging him to stop.
“Please, don’t stop. I want to come . . . please.”
Her cries were unnecessary; he wasn’t unchaining her and letting her go. He moved the vibrator to the highest speed and unchained one of her wrists, placing her hand on her breast, encouraging her to rub herself. Then he loaded another roll of film into the camera and the shutter began to click again.
She came, screaming and bucking as the camera flashed. He walked over and kissed her on the forehead and then left her alone in the room. He hadn’t bothered to remove the vibrator. It still pulsed inside her at the highest speed, causing another orgasm to build.
When he finally returned, she’d climaxed five more times and was so wet, the vibrator would have slipped out if not for her free hand holding it in place.
