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Chapter 11
Jodie
Klaus had his fist in my hair. He’d screwed my hair into a single rope then anchored his hand in it. I could feel twinges of pain from the pull on my scalp. With my hands cuffed at my back, I wasn’t going anywhere. I gulped as he raised my head so I could take in the living room.
My dining room table was in the center. Mattress on top, along with pillows, and long black straps tied at the four corners. Loose straps. Like they were meant to attach to me. I swallowed, looked at Klaus out the corner of my eyes. After the caning, and his promise of three more hits, I was wary. The way he’d organized everything, I couldn’t ask what he had in mind without more hurt.
Unless I stopped everything. BDSM had safewords. Where was mine, I wanted to ask. But capture fantasies didn’t have those. I was stuck in this little weird world. I had loads of questions, but if I stopped things, somehow I doubted he’d start it up again with new rules stated by me. He would not be happy. Not this Klaus. Go with the flow. I had a sore butt, sore pride, but I was still, in a perverted way, curious.
“Move.” He pulled me over, head down, by my hair.
A blissful sensation rolled through me. This hair thing, I liked. It sorted some primitive thing from my flesh and made me go, yes, take me. He’d done it in the past, but half-heartedly.
My groin warmed. The way the seam of the catsuit rolled across me down there as I walked already had my clit wanting more. Embarrassed, I kept my legs together as much as I could. All the…mess down there meant he’d need to give me something new to wear soon anyway. Thank you for something, hormones. From the moment he’d made me put it on, I’d wanted to exchange this stupid catsuit for something else. Something less slutty.
As he undid the clips at the back and freed my hands, I stood there feeling a bit woozy. All I’d had since breakfast was that fruit. Evening was creeping in, cool and busy with insects. Crickets were starting up their chirrups, and bugs tapped and buzzed against the window screens as they zeroed in on the room lights.
“Up.” Klaus indicated the table. “On your back.”
Hell no. It looked like some sacrificial table. A bed, I wanted an ordinary bed at the least. Then there was the cane lying on the couch. That, I knew. It scared me as much as a mysterious snake slithering in long grass. And belly up? What did he mean to hit?
I started to back away. But his hand was at my back.
“No. Up.”
I shuddered, eyed the cane again.
“That?” He gestured at it then leaned down and said to my ear. “Only three as long as you get up now. Struggle and I’ll have you ass up here on the floor, cuffed, and I won’t be gentle. Rule. You obey, or I punish you.”
Another rule? They’d be coming out his ass soon.
His gray-green observant eyes were no longer my favorite color. I tensed as I ran through all the possibilities.
Run? No. Argue with him? Ugh. No. I let my shoulders slump and I shut my eyes for that last bit of privacy inside my head, the one place he couldn’t go.
Despite my reservations there was an attraction for me. Being tied like this would make me vulnerable. That appealed, and I think was a part of why I’d read all those books. In a way, this came closer to what I wanted in a capture fantasy than anything he’d yet done.
Okay. I can do this.
With a chair in place I climbed up and lay on my back. Trying not to show my nervousness, I let him clip the straps to my wrists and ankles, and haul them out, tight, stretching my arms above my head and my legs down and out. My thighs had been pulled open. The grip on my wrists and ankles put me in an X-shape.
God. I breathed a little faster and tried not to think of how helpless I was. He’d arranged it so pillows were under my rear and my back. It made my lower half arch up like… I swallowed, shut my eyes…like I was presenting my pussy for him to look at. My thighs angled down to where he tied my ankles to the other table legs.
Couldn’t close my legs, couldn’t get away, and he could do what he liked. Yet my whole body ached for this man to touch me. The see-through clothes left me nearly as exposed as naked and I couldn’t stop panting. I tensed my ass, then did a little squirm on the spot as unobtrusively as I could. I kept my eyes closed. If he saw my eyes he’d know this was getting to me. To be so aroused and so open, yes, I was embarrassed.
There was no camera, or none that I’d noticed. Whatever happened next, I doubted it would be something I’d show to anyone.
Was I being stupid? If he truly liked causing pain I could be in for anything. Maybe next week they’d find me in an unmarked grave with a hole where my heart had been?
Trust, it all came back to that. Maybe he was just going to fuck me? That, I could handle. In the old rules sex had been off the agenda but the reality was, I’d hoped he wanted to. Like any woman, I wanted to think myself irresistible to men, but to Klaus in particular. I guess he was kind of my ideal one night stand guy, except I wanted more than one night, didn’t I?
Years ago, I’d almost thought I’d loved him, even if something had been missing from our relationship. What was love though? Really? It had all petered out to nothing.
When I opened my eyes and looked at him looking back at me, studying me like some science project, I chilled. It hit me hard. I wasn’t sure anymore who Klaus was.
I clenched my hands into fists and rasped out, “What are you going to do?” To me. Those last words, I only thought. Oh shit. I spoke.
“Whatever I want to.” He put his hand on my throat and kissed my jaw. “You smell good, Jodie. That’s twenty-one strokes, I think. I lost count.”
