CHAPTER EIGHT
Ares
Submission is a beautiful thing, but to be able to give yourself over completely to the care of a Master, you need to be broken. Yesterday’s effort was incredible. But it was far too quick to believe it was real. Did she enter sub space? Yes. I believe she did, but is she willing to go there again? Not if today’s lunch is anything to go off.
I lift the spoon to her lips, and she closes her mouth against the intrusion. “Little one, if I wanted to drug you, I’d just do it. I’m hardly going to put it in your soup. Now, open up.”
Pet shakes her head. I frown. She can’t see it, she’s blindfolded. “You have exactly three seconds to open your mouth and swallow this soup or a spoon won’t be the only thing I’m shoving between your lips, and soup won’t be the only substance you swallow today, and just so there’s no confusion, let me make it crystal clear for you, Pet: Eat now, or you’ll wish you had because in two seconds you’re going to be choking down my cum.”
She opens her mouth in a gasp, and I shove the spoon inside. Her body wobbles, her balance precarious thanks to the binds at her wrists and ankles. I don’t reward her with a “good girl” because she isn’t one. But another spanking should see to that.
“Please, please take the blindfold off.”
“No.”
She opens her mouth, and releases a shaky breath. “It frightens me when I can’t see what’s coming.”
“That’s the whole point, Pet. You’re supposed to learn to trust your Sir.”
“You kidnapped me!” Her voice rings out in the small cell. God, I could just kiss her. She’s so fucking cute. “How can you expect me to ever trust you?”
“In the time you’ve been in my care, have I harmed you?”
She grits her teeth. “You spanked me. You choked me. You pulled my hair.”
“Yes, yes,” I say, indolently waving the spoon in the air. “But have I caused you serious harm?”
She flushes. “You touched me.”
“I gave you the release you desperately needed.”
“Your brother choked me. He nearly killed me.”
“My brother is not your Master. I am.” I shrug. “Besides, my brother is an asshole to everyone.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“All you need to know, Pet, is that you’re mine. You do as I ask of you, and right now, I’m asking you to eat.”
“Maybe I should just starve myself, if you’re going to kill me anyway.”
I chuckle. Seriously, this girl is too much. “Who said anything about killing you?”
“Then I’ll kill myself.” She sneers.
“How, exactly? I see no sharp implements in this room, no weapons that aren’t bolted down, and if you refuse to eat, I’ll stick a needle in your arm and feed you intravenously.”
“You’ve thought of everything.”
I smile. “This isn’t my first time, little one.”
A crease forms between her brows, but she doesn’t appear to be shocked. “You’ve done this to other girls?”
“You tell me. Does anything about this seem like a trial run?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Sir,” she bites out. I like the way her lips twist with her sarcasm. Of course, I’ll have to beat that out of her too.
I lift the spoon to her lips. I expect resistance, but she opens and swallows the food. “Good.”
“I can feed myself, you know,” she says when we’re halfway through the bowl.
“You’re mine. You take the food I give you. Just like you take both pleasure and punishment from my hands.”
She clenches her jaw and grits her teeth, refusing me entry. I set the spoon in the bowl and rest it on the floor. Then I grab the bottle of water and twist off the cap.
“Is that—is that water?”
“It is.”
“Please, I’m so thirsty.”
“So you’ll take my water but not my food?”
“Please?”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Sir, please may I have a drink?”
I laugh. “So polite now. I knew that mouth was capable of some manners.” I get to my feet and step closer, standing to the side of her body. I fist my hand in her hair. She gasps, but I’m gentle when I tip her head back. “Open for me, little one.”
Her lips tremble as I press the bottle to them. She opens. Despite my efforts to go slow, I tip it too far and water spills from the sides of her mouth. Rivulets run down her chin and neck, over one breast, and my fingers follow the path. Pet flinches, puts her bound hands up to block me. She attempts to move away, spilling more water over her body. This time it trickles over her abdomen. She shivers, and water pools on the chair between her legs. I have the insane desire to lick it up, as if I were the sub in this scenario. I make a mental note to use this tactic in the future. I’ll bind her hands to the bolt in the ceiling and do just that. For now, she hasn’t earned her pleasure. She’s been a very bad girl, and I intend to make her suffer.
I cup her breasts and slide my hands down her abdomen, taking great delight in the way her stomach clenches, and her breath catches with anticipation. She squirms, and attempts to slam her legs together but her ankles are bound, so she’s not going anywhere.
“Please!”
“Shut your mouth, little one. Before I shut it for you.” I dip my fingers between her legs and massage her cunt, careful to avoid any direct friction over her clit.
“Please, I need more water.”
“You need what I say you need.” I smack her slick cunt, and she gasps. “Sit still.”
“Please?”
“I already told you to be quiet, Pet. You don’t want me to place you over my knee again, do you? How is your ass feeling, by the way? Does it hurt to sit down?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Good. Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And what lesson was that?”
“Not to escape.”
I grin. “Not to try to escape.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I put the water bottle down on the floor. “And what can we learn from today’s lesson?”
Her forehead creases again, and I can tell I’ve stumped her. “I-I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” I run my finger from the top of her pussy down through her lips and circle back to her clit, repeating the movement until her legs are shaking.
“No, please don’t. Please?”
Her whole body leans in to my touch, and I can tell she’s both repulsed and turned on by it. She twists her hips, seeking out more pleasure. I’m not even sure she’s aware she’s doing it.
I cease my ministrations. Her cunt clenches. My poor little Pet needs to come, but not without learning her lessons first.
“It will come to you, eventually. For now, I think you might need a little time to sit and think on it alone, don’t you?”
“No! Please don’t leave me here like this. Please?”
“Be good, Pet.”
I walk out to a serenade of her screams. I’ll come back later for the items from lunch. Blindfolded and bound, she’s not getting out of that chair. She’s not going anywhere.
Upstairs, I grab a bowl of the soup and settle into my chair to watch her on the monitors. She’s still crying, her shoulders hunched, her face red, and her whole body racked with tears. She’s also fucking horny, and her hands are bound with a leather cuff but I deliberately left them untethered. Pet is unbroken, headstrong and needy as hell, and this is one test I know she will fail.
She cries for a long time, and then, when it seems her tears are dried up, she squirms in her seat. Either her ass is killing her—no surprise after the spanking she received yesterday—or she’s feeling the effects of my teasing more than she’s willing to admit. She bucks her hips, and I smile. And then I watch as she slides her bound wrists between her legs and rubs her cunt on them.
Ordinarily, I’d never allow this, but the whole point of this exercise is to see if she’s learned her lesson. My soup forgotten, I lean closer to the monitor, watching her. My cock is hard; it seems it’s been that way since I first saw her on the stage.
I unzip my fly and stroke it as I watch her stroking herself, thrusting her hips forward as she uses her arms and the leather cuff to get herself off. I fuck my fist and imagine it’s her cunt I’m sliding into, causing that incredible friction that makes me come in less than a minute. It takes her longer, and as the rest of my semen spills from my cock with a lot more effort on her part than it took me yesterday, she comes, she comes hard, her hips undulating against the chair. Her ass has to be killing her by now, which makes me think my little Pet likes pain more than she realizes.
CHAPTER NINE
Pet
I jolt awake, my restraints clinking together and my whole body jerking. I’m exhausted. My throat hurts from pleading to what is likely an empty room. I don’t know how long he’s left me here like this: chained to the ceiling so that my arms are suspended above my head and my feet only touch the ground with my tiptoes, and never both feet at once. That requires too much balance. My neck and shoulders are stiff. They cramp every few minutes, and the burn in them hurts worse than the stinging of my ass after that monster spanked me again.
I have no more tears to cry, but it feels as if my soul has been ripped open, flayed, and I’m exposed. I don’t remember anything from my life before, but I know I’ve never experienced pain quite like this. I’ve never known humiliation like this because as much as I loathe this man, and I shrink away from him in fear, I also know that no one has made my body sing the way he does.
I sleep in fits and bursts. Light explodes behind my eyes, and I dream I’m free. And then I’m thrown back into this cell, this room with its bed that mocks me, its concrete floor, and its cold, clear walls that make me feel like a science experiment.
The door beeps and opens. Ares stands on the other side. I’m so tired I forget to hate him. I actually smile because his presence means he’s going to let me down—it must. But he doesn’t. He comes into the room holding a bottle of water. I don’t have the energy to be afraid. I’m too exhausted.
Ares unscrews the lid as his dark eyes roam hungrily over me. “How’s my Pet doing?”
The sharp retort on the tip of my tongue almost springs free, but I hold it back because I need that water. He lifts it to my mouth and pours. Cold liquid spills over my body, invigorating my tired flesh. He dips his head and licks a drop off my nipple, taking the sensitive flesh between his teeth and biting hard. I wince, but I make no sound. I don’t beg. I don’t plead for him to stop, or to let me go. There’s no point. Begging doesn’t work on monsters. Tears don’t either. The only things he responds to are pain, and screams, and coming.
“I asked you a question, Pet.”
“Go to hell, asshole,” I spit, but there’s no emotion behind it. I’m like an actor running lines. I say what’s written in front of me, but I don’t feel it. I don’t feel anything anymore. I’m broken. He broke me.
“What did you say?” His voice is all venom now. He tosses the water bottle at my feet, right where I can see it spill out onto the concrete floor.
“No,” I sob.
“Oh, you wanted that, huh?” He circles me like I’m his prey. His hands glide over the globes of my ass, then slide up to my shoulders and back down again. To my mortification he separates my cheeks, his fingers digging into the already bruised flesh of my ass. He lands a hard blow. I yelp, because it feels as if my skin is on fire, a pain that intensifies when Ares pulls me back against him, my tender rump rubbing on the front of his jeans. With one hand, he holds my body against his. The other, he positions in front of my mouth.
“Coat my fingers for me.”
I shake my head, keeping my lips tightly sealed.
He slaps my cheek, not hard, but the shocking violence of it is enough that my mouth gapes open. He uses the opportunity to shove his fingers inside, all the way to the back of my throat. I almost retch, but he pulls out, and I erupt into a coughing fit that causes my bruised ribs and arms to ache.
“I gave you an order, little one. What happens when you don’t do as you’re told?”
“Fuck you.”
He chuckles. “Maybe that’s just what you need. Me to fuck you into submission. Would you like that, my little whore?”
He slides his fingers between my cheeks and toys with the puckered hole. I squirm, but my senses come alive. No! I will not let him do this to me again. I will not let him use me and find pleasure in it.
I jerk forward. He pulls me back, angles my hips, and shoves his wet fingers into my ass.
It burns. The pain is unbearable. Consuming. The spanking is nothing compared to this. Humiliation burns my cheeks as he spreads his thick fingers, stretching me.
“Relax, Pet.” His gruff voice is strained with desire as he drives deeper inside. “If you let your body go with it, I think you’ll find it quite pleasurable.”
I shake my head, because I cannot speak. I can’t bear the humiliation, the base filthiness of it all. Why is he doing this to me?
His fingers slide free of my body. A sob escapes me, but then I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, the soft shush of leather against fabric as he slides it through the loops. I start to cry. Thick, fat tears drip down my cheeks. Though I know it’s coming, Ares surprises me by lashing me with the belt across the ankles. The pain is so sharp that it feels as if my bones have been shattered. My breath catches in my throat. I’m stilted by the agony of each blow as he continues up the back of my thighs and across my bottom. When he circles me again, I think mercifully we’re done with the beating, and I let out a sigh of relief. Until he raises the belt again and slaps my breasts. I gasp. Ares is not done. Not by a long shot. He repeats all the same movements on my front as he did on my back.
“Spread your legs.”
“No,” I beg. “Please, no more, Sir. Please.”
“Spread your fucking legs.”
With shaking limbs, I comply. It puts extra strain on my shoulders and arms, and I cry out as they seize up.
“Good girl,” he whispers, kneading the kink in my shoulder. “This will hurt.”
No sooner have the words left his mouth than I feel the sting of the leather against my inner thighs. It’s blinding. Not a playful tap. It’s hard, unrelenting, white-hot pain. Then he moves higher, and strikes my sex. I scream.
“Who is your Master?”
I sob. Another blow lands at the apex between my legs.
“Who is your Master?” Another thwack, short and sharp as the edge of the belt licks my clit. I gape, wanting to cry, to scream, but no sound comes out. If I ignore him, he’ll continue lashing me. “Whose pussy is this?
He slides his fingers over my swollen labia. My breath hitches in my throat, turning into a startled cry as he finds my clit and strokes with brutal force.
“Whose pussy is this?”
I roar my frustration at him. “Mine.”
“Wrong.” He hits me again, this time over the sensitive flesh he was just teasing. Pleasure melds with pain, a blissful arc that warms my blood and sends tingles all over. “Whose?”
“Yours!” I hang my head, leaning all of my weight into my bound arms and shoulders. I am bereft. I am broken. “Yours, Sir. It’s yours.”
“And who gets to touch this pussy?”
“You, Sir.”
“Tell me, Pet, who isn’t permitted to touch this gorgeous cunt?”
“Me. I’m not allowed to touch, Sir.”
“That’s right. So the next time you behave like a brat and think it’s a good idea to slide your bound hands between your legs and get yourself off, think again.”
My breath stops. Oh God, the cameras.
“There isn’t a single thing in your day that I don’t control.”
“Then why didn’t you stop me? Why did you let me think I’d gotten a
way with it?”
“Because, Pet, planning up appropriate punishments and exacting them out is fun.”
“You’re sick!” I spit.
“Am I now? And yet you’re the one who was so pent up from my ministrations that you had to get yourself off in my cell. You like this, don’t you? Having your choice taken away from you?”
“No!” I shake my head, but I can’t hold it up for long. I don’t have the strength anymore. “You’re wrong, and you’re going to rot in hell.”
“Oh, little one, we’re already in hell, and I’m your god now.” He encircles my throat with one thick hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Who owns you?”
I don’t answer, and he shoves the fingers of his free hand inside me, rubbing his thumb over my clit. Desire zips from the soles of my feet through my core. I pant and beg for release as he fucks me with his hand. I’m close, so close I can hear that incredible crescendo in my head as pleasure threatens to toss me in its waves, but Ares jerks his hand free and steps back. “I can see you need a little more time to find the answer.”
He leaves the room, and a scream tears free of my chest.
***
I open my eyes. I don’t know how long has passed since he left me last, but I know I’m at risk of serious nerve damage if I’m not released soon. I can no longer feel my arms or shoulders. I no longer feel anything. I’m already dead.
The door opens. Ares’ strides swallow the distance between us. He grips my throat, strong fingers sinking into my flesh with bruising force. “Who owns you, Pet?”
His hands starve me of oxygen. I couldn’t answer even if I wanted to. I choke and flail against my restraints. Adrenalin pumps blood through my tired limbs at a rapid rate, causing them to ache and wake up as the numbness disperses.
He lets go. His iron grip transforming into a gentle caress down my collarbone and breasts. I take huge gulping breaths. My mouth is parched, dried up like the desert, but I won’t let him leave without first hearing my answer. I clear my throat and rasp, “I. Do.”
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