At last, Jack groaned and held my hips tight against his balls. He shook, and then fell over the top of me, almost shoving me to the floor. He recovered and pulled himself up, and I felt his limp member slip out, leaving a wet trail behind.
“Clean up your master, girl. That’s your job now.”
I glared at the bitch. At home, I would have gladly done that for him. Here it was utterly degrading.
“No,” Jack said, to my immense relief. “There’s a time and place for that, but she wasn’t prepared for me today. Apologies, but I’m going to avail myself of one of your linen napkins for a little cleaning.”
I heard a short sharp breath that sounded like Mrs. Hanson starting to object, and then holding her tongue. I resisted the urge to smile at the bitch’s obvious displeasure at having her linen napkins defiled.
I waited to feel the napkin touch me. When nothing happened, I twisted around again. Jack had placed the napkin back on the table and was zipping up.
“Master?” I glanced at the napkin.
“Keep it in until we get back upstairs. I don’t want to see anything dripping on the carpet.”
What? I can’t do that, and he knows it!
I listened in disbelief as he asked for coffee. And then I heard him do something behind me.
“Livvi, turn around.” I awkwardly shuffled towards him, trying to keep my ass higher than the rest of me. My eyes widened when I saw the large purple dildo suctioned to the table leg.
“I want you to suck on this until I’m done with my coffee. We’ll not have a repeat of what happened in the office earlier.”
I whimpered. To reach the dildo I had to raise up. I tightened my bottom as hard as I could and raised up to take the purple monstrosity in my mouth.
“Deeper. Go as deep as you can and still breathe, and stay there.”
The next ten minutes were miserable. Despite squeezing hard, I felt wetness slipping out of my ass. The dildo made me drool, and that was leaking out the side of my mouth onto my breasts. And I was neither completely raised up, nor down; it was some in-between position that strained my back muscles within minutes.
At last he put his cup down. I waited to be told to come off the monster, but he merely reached over to it and released the suction from the table leg. It almost slipped out of my mouth.
“Hold onto it with your lips, not your teeth. If it drops, or I see teeth marks, I’ll punish you. We’re going back up to your room.”
He released my cuffs from behind and the pain of the release made me cry out, almost letting the dildo slip. It took several minutes of moving and flexing for the feeling to return to my arms.
He picked up my chain. “Crawl.”
I tried to quell the panic flaring up. I was going to crawl, with my tits swinging, my pussy exposed from behind, cum leaking out of my ass, and a dildo bobbing out of my mouth. I contemplated rebelling, but flashed back to Alexa, hanging and beaten, and knew I could not let that be my fate.
I whimpered and bowed my head, acknowledging the order. I felt the tug of the leash and started forward. The dildo was incredibly hard to hold onto with just my lips, and I had to bring in my teeth just enough to keep it from sliding out, hoping no marks would remain. It was so much more difficult to squeeze my ass tight while crawling, and I knew I was failing at it.
We had just crossed the threshold from the dining room to the marble floor of the hallway when the sound of another pair of shoes coming towards us made me freeze in fear. Jack stopped also.
“Good evening, Father.”
There was silence, but I could feel his eyes raking over my form. Then he grunted, walked past us, and was gone. I guess I’d passed his inspection, for now.
Chapter 7
The rest of the trip was agonizingly slow, and by the time I’d managed to climb the stairs and crawl down the long hall to the door of my elegant cell, the backs of my legs were wet with cum, drool was dripping out of my mouth, and my hands and knees were feeling bruised. As the door closed behind us, I collapsed down, resting the base of the dildo on the carpet.
“I’m pleased with your obedience.”
I didn’t expect him to compliment me. I looked up at him, but couldn’t say anything, so I nodded. He walked over and removed the dildo from my mouth.
“Your dinner is over there.”
I followed his finger to where it pointed. Across the room, on the floor by the small table, was a bowl. Not a human bowl, though. It was clearly a dog food bowl. I looked up at Jack.
“Please?” It was a plea for something normal, like a plate and a chair.
I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. “Crawl over and eat. No hands.”
I stifled a sob and resumed my crawl. As I approached the bowl, I initially grimaced at the sight of the contents. It was something that looked exactly like wet dog food. But then the smell rose, and I looked closer, and to my relief, it was a puree of steak, potatoes, and gravy. I could do this. There was a smaller bowl beside it with water. I leaned down, and though it was messy and annoying, I got most of the food into my mouth. I was so hungry I was gulping it. I turned my attention to the bowl of water and finally satisfied my raging thirst. Apparently, crying every other minute was dehydrating.
He sat and watched me eating, his arms crossed. I sneaked glances up at him from time to time. His face was impassive, but it might have looked a little less stressed.
When I was done, I turned towards him, bent my head low, and thanked him. He nodded.
“Stand up and go into the bathroom. Do what you need to do, and then come back out.”
I scrambled to my feet, resisting the temptation to cup my hand over my bottom to contain whatever was left. In the bathroom, I sat on the toilet, the most normal thing I’d done all day. When I looked up, Jack stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, as casually as if we’d been at home and were chatting about our day before we got into bed. He motioned towards the bidet, and a few minutes later, I was feeling much cleaner. He handed me a toothbrush and toothpaste. I took it in silence, but I must have looked surprised.
“I’m not going to fuck someone who hasn’t showered or has rotten teeth. It’s in my best interest to keep you healthy and attractive. Tomorrow morning you’ll get an enema, too, so that there’s no reason you can’t clean me off after I come inside you.”
The cold words brought me back to reality. “Yes, Master. Thank you.” My eyes fell back down to the floor, where they belonged now. I finished brushing my teeth, and as I turned back to him, I held out the leash. He took it and tugged me back into the bedroom.
“Tonight, you’ll stay here. But some nights I may want you near me. When that happens, you’ll sleep on the floor in my room, chained to the bed.”
A thrill passed over me at the idea of sleeping on the floor, chained to his bed. He must have seen something on my face because he raised his eyebrows. A small smile played across his face for a moment.
“Up. Get under the covers.” He motioned to the bed, and I crawled into it, more than happy to be there. He hooked my chain back to the headboard, where it had been this morning. Then, to my dismay, he lifted each arm up and connected it to a short chain at the top corners of the bed.
“Jack? Master? Please don’t chain me like this. It scares me to have my arms pinned like this, and it will be hard to sleep. Please?”
“But I like you vulnerable like this. You’re going to be sleeping like this every night from now on.” He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the covers down to my knees. His hand began stroking my skin of my stomach. His touch was gentle, and because it was familiar, and because I still trusted him somewhere deep inside, I relaxed into it. His hand slipped between my legs, and just like in my dreams, my legs parted automatically. He drew his fingers through my slit and back up to my bare mound.,A cool wetness that had clearly developed in the last five minutes since I had washed trailed behind and left no doubt that my body liked something that was going on. His hand brushed upwards u
ntil he reached my breast. He placed his hand over the swollen purple-red nipple. The merest brush of his hand hurt, and I breathed a quiet moan of pain.
“Be still,” he chided. He took it between his fingers and squeezed gently, then pressed it down flat. I hissed in pain but kept quiet.
“I think it will heal okay. It’s warm, and the blood flow is good. I’m glad. I love your nipples.”
I was dumbfounded. “But you wanted me to be disfigured. To look in the mirror every day and be reminded of my father’s so-called crime.”
“No, Livvi. I never wanted to disfigure you. My father did, and I had to try to make it look bad, without damaging you for real.” His hands roamed across my skin, waking every cell. I arched into his touch. It felt so fucking wonderful. He stood up on the side of the bed and pulled the belt out of his pants. I looked at him in eagerness, hoping he was overcome with lust and we would…
He doubled the belt in his hand. “Livvi, spread your legs.”
All my languor vanished. “What?”
“Don’t argue. Spread your legs.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you that I was not a nice man, remember? I said that sometimes I wanted to make you cry. Well, that time is now. Spread your legs, because I’m going to use this belt on your cunt.”
“I can’t! I can’t do that! Jack—Master—please!” I tried rolling away, but there was nowhere to go.
He dropped the belt on the bed and walked towards the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To tell my father I can’t tame you. To tell him he’ll have to do it himself.”
“No! Master! No! Please don’t do that! I’ll spread my legs, oh, god, please don’t hurt me, but I’ll spread them for you!”
He walked back over to the bottom of the bed and stood with his arms crossed. My breathing was quick and erratic as I rearranged myself flat once more. And then, I slowly spread my legs. He never looked at me; his eyes were fixed on my cunt.
“Lift your knees up and spread wider.” I wished he’d stop watching and just get this over with. My terror was growing by the moment. And then, he picked up the belt and walked up the side of the bed to stand next to me, facing my feet. I didn’t understand why, until he raised the belt and then flicked the folded end down. The trajectory matched the curve of my pussy and the belt landed perfectly on the tissues between my legs.
I screamed and snapped my legs together, arching off the bed. I tried to roll to the side again. I couldn’t do this. I wanted to give up. I wanted to go home. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
“Livvi. Livvi, look at me.”
I opened my eyes and tried to focus on him through the tears he’d successfully wrested from me.
“Livvi. You can do this.”
It was Jack’s voice.
“Come on.” His hands rolled me over to my back, and because it was Jack’s voice, I let him.
“Okay, Livvi, I need you to spread your legs again.”
“Why?” I whispered.
“Because I need to know you can obey me without question.”
I didn’t know if I could do that. But I did it anyway. I slowly relaxed my knees to the side, shaking uncontrollably. I saw him pick up the belt and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the pain to explode.
“Thank you. You can put them down now.”
I peeked through one eye and then the other, not sure I had heard him right. He dropped the belt onto the bed.
“You’re not going to—to hit me?” I was confused.
“No. All I needed to know was that you could obey me. You did.” He grabbed the covers and pulled them up over my legs and stomach.
“I want your breasts to be displayed at night. From now on, the sheet never covers them so that I can look at them, and suck on them, any time I desire.”
I felt both nipples, even the injured one, draw themselves into little points at his words. “Yes, Master.” There was no hesitation in my voice.
He stood and grabbed his belt, then headed for the door. “Goodnight, Livvi. Alexa will wake you in the morning.”
“Master? Please—please don’t go yet. Will you sit here for a few minutes until I fall asleep?”
He lifted one dark eyebrow. “I think you have mistaken me for someone gentle and loving. I told you I’m not that man anymore.”
“I know, sir. But will you sit here anyway, for just a few minutes?”
He sighed and came back over to the bed. He sat on the edge, turned towards me. I smiled. He didn’t respond, but his eyes looked less empty as he looked down on me.
“May I ask you something?” I had to know.
“Yes.”
“After we married, and you were pretending, and you came here sometimes, did you ever…” Now I couldn’t get the words out. I shouldn’t have asked. I wasn’t sure anymore that I wanted to know the answer.
He stared at the bed and didn’t reply for so long I thought I’d made him mad.
“No, Livvi. From the moment I met you, I never had sex with another woman.”
“Thank you. For answering me, I mean.”
I closed my eyes. But I didn’t want to go to sleep yet. I had a theory I wanted to check. I concentrated on breathing in and out slowly, rhythmically, evenly. I had to fight to stay awake, even as I pretended to be asleep.
Jack was silent and still as I pretended to be drifting deeper into sleep. And then, I felt the tiniest shift on the bed. And a touch of my cheek. It was briefer than brief, so I continued my even breathing. After another minute, it came again. This time the touch lingered. I felt it move down my cheek before leaving. And then again, and again.
Jack was stroking my cheek.
I’d been pretty sure, after thinking about them, that my dreams had not been dreams. That Jack, unable to show any affection to me outwardly, had been waiting for me to be asleep, and then was acting out the feelings he had bottled up inside right now. I was right.
I could do this.
I wanted to let him keep his illusion alive for now, so I shifted and turned my head towards his hand. The touch disappeared, and I felt him get up off the bed immediately. A moment later, I head the door open, and he was gone.
Chapter 8
I slept soundly for a while, but my arms started hurting from their enforced position, and my sleep turned restless as I struggled to find some relief from the cramping. If I were going to sleep like this every night, I hoped I’d get more used to it. The covers had shifted somewhere low on my belly because of my movement, and I had no way to bring them back up. So now I was hurting and cold, and the combination in the dark of the night, gave me dreams of standing in a pit, and calling for help without anyone hearing me. And the tears came once more.
Jesus, Livvi, you need to get a grip and stop falling apart. My inner voice had never had a lot of sympathy for my misery.
Just when I thought the sun must have been extinguished because surely it was daytime by now, the door opened. A figure stood silhouetted against the light in the hall.
“Master?” I called softly. Maybe he had decided to chain me to his bed tonight after all. When a second figure appeared behind the first, though, I knew there was a problem.
“Well, now, I suppose this would be an appropriate time to start calling me that.”
J.S.’s voice shot fear though me. I struggled to sit up but the chains were too short. What does he want? What did he mean? Don’t anger him!
“Jack told me to call him Master, sir. Will you ask him how I should address you?” I tried to keep my voice steady.
“I have a feeling Jack might not be your master for much longer.”
“What did you do to him?” I was going to throw up.
“Nothing, bitch. He’s fine. He’s just out of the house for a while on an urgent errand. He might even be detained for a day or two. You see, I watched you crawl at his feet, and I remembered how nice it was to have your mother in that same place, and so I’ve decided to keep y
ou for myself.”
“You can’t do that!” I struggled and pulled on the chains. They remained fixed, silently offering me up like chum to a shark.
He moved into the room, his companion behind him but still in the shadow. Now he nodded over his shoulder, and as the man moved into the light, I recognized him as the one who had bundled me onto the SUV just two nights ago.
“This is Erik, and he’s going to help me tonight.”
Erik reached over me to release the chains. He grabbed an arm and hauled me out of the bed. I stumbled as he propelled me across the room to the big wooden X on the wall opposite the door. He flipped me around and pinned me to it with his body while he grabbed my wrist and lifted it over my head to snap it to a ring in the wood. He did the same to my other wrist. Then he stepped back.
J.S. approached slowly, a lion appraising his prey. My panic was high; my chest was heaving for air.
“Did you ever wonder how your mother ended up here?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to know.
“She started out so innocent. I advertised for a secretary, one who didn’t mind working late nights and odd hours, and traveling with little notice. That way, you see, I knew I’d get someone with little family, and few connections. When she sent a letter to her landlord saying she was moving out, and men showed up to remove her belongings, no one blinked. You see, I loved her so much I had to keep her. I wasn’t selfish, though. I shared her with all my business associates.” He reached a hand out towards the side of my stomach. I tried to twist away, but his hand just followed, and he stroked the skin down, across my belly, and back up. “She was so pretty. You look a lot like her.”
He looked around the room. “You probably can’t see the bloodstains on the wood in this light. But, can you hear the echo of the screams from the women in this room before you?” He reached out to my injured nipple. He pinched it hard. I screeched and tried to twist away, but he held it firmly as I tried to pull out of his grip. He let go.
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