Part of her hoped that she wouldn’t, but a year was a long time.
And they’d only just begun.
Kade led Lindsey to the center of the room.
“Have you ever been in a room like this before?” He asked her.
“No, Master,” Lindsey looked around. Her eyes never stopped roaming. There was a large, comfortable looking king-size bed in the center of the room. A spanking bench was on one side: a St. Andrew’s cross on the opposite side. There were stocks in one corner and hooks and chains in another. There was a trunk that was undoubtedly full of toys and tools.
Yes, Kade had just about everything a little sub could possibly imagine.
Other tools lined the walls, begging to be used, begging to inflict their pain against her body. Chains and ropes hung from the rafters. Something that looked like a hammock or swing did, too.
Though Lindsey had read a couple of books in preparation for moving in with Kade, nothing could have prepared her for this or how very small she suddenly felt. He could do anything to her here. Anything. She felt excited at the thought.
And a little nervous.
“I should have watched more porn,” she mumbled under her breath. A smirk from Kade revealed he had heard her.
“What do you think about the things that you see in this room?” Kade watched her, eyeing her reaction. Did he think she was scared? She wasn’t scared. She was curious, yes, but scared? Never. Not for this. Pain couldn’t destroy her, couldn’t kill her here. The pain would be within the bounds of their contract. Even if she thought she couldn’t take it, Lindsey knew Kade would push her.
That thought alone aroused her.
“I’m not sure,” Lindsey bit her bottom lip as she continued to take in the contents of the room.
“Does anything here make you feel curious?” Kade pressed.
Lindsey nodded. She wanted to ask Kade if he was going to make her cry. She wanted to ask if he was going to hurt her, but she already knew the answer.
Of course he was.
He was going to push her over the edge and then he was going to be there to catch her when she fell.
That was how these things always worked. Maybe it would be different since she was his slave, but she hoped he would still control himself when they were in here. Wasn’t that the mark of a good Dom? Always being in full control of the situation?
“Yes, Master,” Lindsey answered. Then, before Kade had to prod her further, she walked over to a wooden paddle and brought it to him. Her fingers smoothed over the wood and she knelt in front of Kade, lifting it to him.
If he was surprised, she didn’t notice. Her eyes were planted firmly on his feet as she lifted the paddle up to him. He accepted it from her grip and she spoke again.
“Please, Master,” she said. “Will you paddle me?”
Kade sucked in a breath.
“Oh, my sweet pet,” he said. He stroked her cheek tenderly, affectionately, and Lindsey leaned into his touch. “You please me so much already.”
She expected that he would tie her to the spanking bench, but he didn’t. Instead, Kade walked over to the bed and sat down, then pulled Lindsey over his lap. She squeezed her eyes shut and tensed her body, but the hit never came. Instead, she felt Kade’s hands roaming across her ass and back, gently massaging her. She immediately relaxed as she felt his hands on her, touching every inch of her.
She should have stayed on her guard, though, because as soon as her body melted into Kade’s lap, his hand was gone, then quickly replaced with the paddle. He brought it down hard on Lindsey’s ass. She was too shocked to respond, too shocked by the pain to do anything but open her mouth and try to breathe. She couldn’t at first. It was all too much. Then the pain finally stretched over her, enveloping her body, and she began to sob as Kade continued to rain down smacks against her delicate skin.
When he stopped after twenty strokes, she had almost run out of tears to cry. The blanket in front of her face was soaked and Lindsey knew that her face was probably red and streaked with tears.
“Oh, pet,” he whispered, stroking her hair softly. “I went easy on you today.”
Lindsey didn’t say anything. She just rested her cheek against the bed and continued to cry quietly. She suddenly regretted coming here, regretted her choice to try to be brave. Why had she picked the paddle? Why not the crop or the flogger? Maybe if she hadn’t tried so hard to make a good impression, he would have gone easier on her. Maybe if she had looked scared, he would have known that she was.
“Thank me for my kindness,” Kade said, his deep voice filling the small room.
She choked back another sobbing, hating the words even as they left her lips.
“Thank you, Master.”
He stroked her back, then applied a soft cream to Lindsey’s bottom and thighs. The cream felt soothing.
“It will help prevent bruising,” Kade explained, rubbing the cream in softly.
When Kade was done, he lifted Lindsey from his lap and guided her out of the dungeon, up the stairs, and to the bedroom.
“Good sluts are rewarded,” Kade said to Lindsey. He helped her onto the bed before disappearing for a moment. He returned with a small toy, which he placed inside her pussy. She squealed a little as the toy slipped into her body, enjoying the way it stretched and filled her. Then he licked her softly and slowly, taking his time to taste each of her folds before stroking her clit with his tongue. Lindsey had never had someone do that before, and it didn’t take long before she was bucking with pleasure and begging him not to stop.
When she finished climaxing, Kade straddled her stomach and rubbed his cock until he covered her in his come. He smiled as he looked at her, observing the way he had marked her. She was his, whether she liked it or not. They both knew it. She could not refuse him anything without fear of punishment. He was the one who controlled every little aspect of her life.
She hadn’t even been on the island a full 24 hours, and already she was well into her role as Kade’s slave. Lindsey wondered, as he left the room to get a towel, how long it would be before she began to see herself that way, too.
Coming to Dragon Isle had been the right choice, hadn’t it? Despite the soreness in her bottom or the pleasure radiating between her legs, she knew that Dragon Isle could offer her something that nothing else could: freedom. No longer was she a corporate slave, trying to find a job she would undoubtedly grow to hate. No longer was she saddled with thousands of dollars of debt. No longer was she stuck attending holiday parties and pretending to like people she hated.
In slavery, she found freedom.
In her master, she found hope.
At least, she hoped that she would. Maybe it would take time. Didn’t these things take time? She did not love Kade and she knew he didn’t love her. He probably wasn’t even capable of loving a human, especially one as pathetic at Lindsey. Her life prior to her arrival on the island had been dull and uninteresting. She had been normal and vanilla. The sex she’d experienced had been unsatisfying and plain. Her world had been nothing like Kade’s, and she’d had yet but a taste.
Lindsey just wanted to believe that she would still be herself at the end of the year. She wanted to believe that despite being kept as a human pet for a shifter, that she could walk away at the end of everything. She wanted to believe that somehow, deep down inside, part of herself would be preserved.
But part of her knew that being someone’s slave, anyone’s slave, would change you and slowly strip away everything that made you unique.
Even if it took the whole year.
6
Lindsey’s first week at Dragon Isle was lazy and relaxed. For the first time in her life, Lindsey had no cares, no worries, no stresses. She didn’t worry about anything but pleasing Kade. A small part of her wondered why she hadn’t tried to find a relationship like this before.
Heath had been a demanding boyfriend, always wanting her hair to be perfect, her clothes to be ironed, her makeup to be heavy. Kade was
nothing like that. He didn’t expect her to be perfect, but he did expect her to try.
Kade primarily wanted Lindsey to be around him while he worked. He liked to have her sit at his feet so he could pet her and touch her while he made calls and reviewed files. Sometimes he wanted her to pose, always nude, so he could look at her during those phone calls.
Sometimes he wanted her to blow him while he video conferenced with colleagues.
He kept her alert and pleasing him at all times. Unlike her previous relationships, though, Lindsey always knew exactly when she had pleased Kade. He was generous with his rewards anytime she did something right.
He was just as generous with his punishments when she did not.
Kade and Lindsey shifted into a quiet routine, full of kissing, petting, eating, and playing. He spanked her often, but always rewarded her good behavior when she accepted her punishments without complaint. Usually, he would give her an orgasm. Sometimes he’d give her two. She found that although Kade cared for her and babied her more than she was used to, she began to enjoy his treatment of her.
No longer was she spending her days wondering what Heath was doing or whether or not she’d be able to afford food. In submitting to Kade, she found release from the control she had been forced to exert for so long. She didn’t have to worry about anything but obedience to him, and somehow, she found that allowed her to relax.
Despite her psychological training as preparation for a career in counseling, Lindsey hadn’t realized just how much time she spent worrying each day. She hadn’t realized just how much time she spent feeling sorry for herself. She hadn’t realized just how much time she wasted just trying to stay afloat.
She didn’t have to try anymore.
Not with Kade.
Not on Dragon Isle.
Why more humans didn’t come here, she wasn’t sure. To Lindsey, the island was perfect. The scenery was beautiful and her world was relaxed. She only had one concern, and that was how to keep Kade happy. Even that was simple because his directions were always clear.
In the middle of the second week on Dragon Isle, things began to change. When Lindsey woke up, Kade was in the shower. He emerged as she stretched from her cushion on the floor. She still wasn’t quite used to sleeping on what she thought of as the doggy bed, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“It’s time for me to return to work,” he told her. She wasn’t quite sure what this meant. Would she be allowed to roam the house? Would she be alone? Would Kade bring her with him? Where did he work? How long would he be gone for? She didn’t open her mouth to speak. She was too nervous.
After only a week together, it felt like she had never been anywhere else. Part of that, Lindsey knew, probably had to do with the fact that she hadn’t seen or talked to another human in nearly 10 days.
She was quickly growing dependent on Kade and they both knew it.
She wondered if he loved how helpless she had already become.
She suspected that he did, even if neither one of them wanted to admit it.
“Don’t worry, my human,” he said, as if sensing her nervousness. “I’ll only be gone for half of the day. Melissa will be here while I’m gone. You remember her, don’t you?”
Lindsey had met Melissa a few times. The young dragon woman cleaned Kade’s home for him twice a week. As a business man, Kade had neither the time nor the interest for domestic endeavors. As such, he paid Melissa a healthy sum to fly over from the other side of the island, clean everything, and then fly back.
Lindsey knew that Kade paid her not only for traveling so far, but for her discretion, as well. Kade lived a life few truly understood or knew about. Because he did do so much business on both Dragon Isle and in the real world, Kade liked to stay under the radar. He didn’t get his picture taken. He didn’t tolerate paparazzi. He didn’t make a spectacle of himself.
No, Kade was refined and quiet, the way he liked his life to be.
But this week had been anything but refined or quiet. Lindsey shivered as she thought about the wonderful orgasm Kade had given her the night before. She wondered when the treats would stop. She wondered if she was a good enough little submissive, if the treats would always be there. Or, would she mess up? Would Kade punish her severely? Would the pleasure disappear?
She didn’t know.
She didn’t want to ask.
There were some things that were too scary for Lindsey to think about. Dealing with the fact she had given her freedom away willingly was difficult enough for her. She thought that she would have to lock herself away in a little box. If she put away the “real” her, the part of her that made her Lindsey, then maybe it would be easier to deal with what she was doing: glorified prostitution.
Or maybe it wasn’t glorified.
Maybe it was just prostitution.
Lindsey wasn’t sure.
The thing that tore her apart the most was the fact that she didn’t always hate the things she did with Kade. In fact, she rarely hated them. Most of what he did was scary, but exciting, too. Lindsey felt as if she were slowly being freed from a world she didn’t know held her hostage.
Before Kade left, he guided Lindsey back upstairs to a room she hadn’t been in before. It was next to their bedroom. He opened the door and walked inside. A large cage sat in the center of the room. He said nothing, nor did he slow his stride. He marched to the cage, opened the door, and waited.
“You have got to be kidding.” The words slipped from Lindsey’s mouth before she realized what she was saying, before she remembered her place. She was nothing to Kade. Nothing. She was not his girlfriend or his wife. She was not his lover. She was his slave, and she would do what he wanted.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her, but then she saw his eyes. They had gone black. He stroked her hair for just a moment, staring at her, then he turned her around and pushed her against the cage, so her back was to him. She did not move. She knew better than that.
Lindsey was naked, and now, leaning against the cage, she had never felt more exposed. A crack resonated throughout the room as Kade’s hand connected with the flesh of her backside. She let out a squeak and tried to wriggle away, but he pushed her hands over her head and held her against the cage.
“Do. Not. Move.” He growled the words, his breath hot against her neck. He was pissed. Lindsey wondered if he was going to start breathing fire. She held still as he continued to dole out her punishment, smacking her in rapid succession until the silent tears turned into quiet sobs. When she began crying louder, screaming with each slap, Kade stopped.
“Get in the cage,” he said.
This time, Lindsey obeyed without question.
He locked the door, then left the room. She started to sit down in the cage, but quickly found that it was impossible with the burning in her bottom. He had broken her for sitting. She knew she would be standing for the rest of the day, but what about tomorrow? Would she still be sore then?
Lindsey looked around the empty room from the stillness of her cage.
Then she leaned her head against the bars.
She felt like a captive, but it didn’t feel horrible.
It should have.
“Hello?” A knock sounded on the door before it opened. Lindsey immediately looked up from her standing position in the cage. It was Melissa. The dragon woman entered the room, her 6’2” presence filling the tiny space.
“Hi,” Lindsey managed to squeak out. She looked away from the woman’s gaze. Melissa would know, as soon as she saw Lindsey’s bottom, that she had been a bad girl. She had talked back to her master. She had questioned him and that simply wouldn’t do. Lindsey positioned her body so that Melissa was looking at her front, hoping that the gesture would buy her at least a few minutes of dignity.
It was no use.
Melissa stood in the doorway and leaned against the frame.
“Heard you pissed him off this morning,” she said. Lindsey no
dded silently, begging her body not to start crying again. When she met Melissa previously, the woman had been kind, but hadn’t paid much attention to Lindsey at all. Now, though, she didn’t take her eyes off of her.
“Cat got your tongue?” Melissa quipped.
Lindsey tried not to laugh, but a little snort escaped her lips.
“There we go,” Melissa smiled. “I knew there was still a girl in there somewhere. Come on.” She walked over to the cage and unlocked it, but Lindsey didn’t move.
“You’re…letting me out?” She stared at Melissa, wondering what was going on. Was this a test? What if Kade was waiting downstairs to see what she did? What if he wanted to see if she’d stay put? Would he spank her again for her disobedience? To be honest, Lindsey didn’t think she could handle another beating. Not today.
“You didn’t think you were going to be locked up here all day, did you?” Melissa smiled. “It was just until I got here, just to make sure you didn’t try to run.”
“Why would I do that?” Lindsey asked. The thought of running hadn’t even occurred to her. She could see how Kade might think she would consider it, though, but Lindsey didn’t think of herself as brave. She wasn’t so miserable that she would try to run through the harsh jungles and forests on Dragon Isle to get to the village. She wasn’t so scared that she would try to swim away.
No, Lindsey knew very well that she was quite trapped here. That was fine. This was where she was meant to be. If she had to spend the next 51 weeks getting her ass beaten, so be it. It was better than ending up homeless or having to work at a fast food joint with teenagers and retired people.
She took a deep breath.
She knew she could do it.
Melissa shrugged.
“Not everyone thinks human slavery is acceptable, even for dragons. Maybe you changed your mind about being here.”
Lindsey just shook her head.
“Kade is not cruel to me,” she whispered quietly.
“Your ass says differently,” Melissa stared at Lindsey, waiting for something.
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