Her confusion must have been evident on her face, even amidst the fear that was making her shake and cry, because he kept talking.
“You are not a whore. I wouldn’t pay any bitch who was as disobedient and ungrateful as you.” His hand tightened in her hair and he turned her, “I was gentle with you last night, you may not believe it, but you’re about to learn just how true that is.”
The security guard turned and dragged her out of the room and down a hallway by her hair. She stumbled occasionally as she begged him, murmuring pleas as she tried to stay upright. He never stopped dragging her.
“Please, sir, don’t,” she whimpered.
“Suddenly remember your manners, slut?” He slammed her into the wall next to a door and held her there by her throat. As he opened the door, he spoke through his teeth. “I gave you a beautiful room, I allowed you to sleep unbound, I have done everything to make this transition easier for you.”
Thalia sputtered, trying to beg him against the choking sensation in her throat.
He wasn’t interested.
The guard tightened his grip on her throat and threw her into the room. She gasped as she fell in front of him. The room was rather large and the floor seemed to be lined with dark foam tiles that were not as sharp on her limbs as normal flooring. A huge bed filled the center and along the walls were... things. Cabinets and contraptions, a giant wooden X covered in straps, too much to take in and all of it terrifying.
“I’m so sorry, sir, I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me, please.” Thalia begged but he slammed the door and turned back to her, delivering a slap so hard that her ears were ringing when she looked back to him in shock.
“Just returning the favor. That was not your punishment.” He stepped past her to a post that went from floor to ceiling, and he started to attach a pair of leather cuffs linked by a metal chain.
“You don’t have to do this. You can let me go. I’m sorry I slapped you!” She moved back across the floor away from him until her back pressed against the dark wall. She could feel the ache in her chest from the sobs she was trying to stifle.
“Come here, Thalia.” He pointed at the floor next to him. After a moment he looked back at her and his anger ratcheted up. “Now.”
When she still didn’t move he took three long steps to her and grabbed her by the hair again, she immediately started crying as he dragged her towards the post. “You are only making this worse for yourself.” Wrapping one arm around her waist he lifted her off the floor and pressed her forward against the post.
His weight against her back brought flashbacks from the night before and she fought him. He crushed her harder against it until she couldn’t breathe, her hands being dragged above her again to be clamped inside the leather cuffs.
At least they were softer than the handcuffs.
Once she was restrained he stepped back and more flashbacks hit her as she heard his belt unwind. She was begging him when the first strike landed on her ass. She jumped forward into the post, and started sobbing louder.
The next strike landed just below her ass at the top of her thighs, the next criss-crossed that one. “Tell me, Thalia, how many times did you come last night?”
She was shaking her head and crying quietly when the belt landed across her back. “AH! Th- three times, s-sir.” Her face flushed with shame again.
He struck her again and she yelled. His voice continued, oddly calm, “Then it seems to me you enjoyed last night quite a bit. You didn’t seem to fight me on your knees in my living room.”
She moaned in embarrassment, and he cracked the belt across her ass again. Her skin was aching and burning all at once. Each line burned like fire for a moment and then ached fiercely.
“You will always respond to me when I speak to you. You may say ‘yes sir’ or ‘no sir’.” Another strike of the belt across her back that made her arch as much as possible.
“Yes, sir!” Thalia almost yelled it.
“Good. So are you saying you didn’t enjoy when you came for me?” His voice was controlled rage, and she hated him for it. Another strike on her thighs. “I seem to remember you asking to come.”
She sobbed as another strike laid fire across her sensitive flesh, “Yes, sir.”
“Two of those times you came without my permission.” He growled and the next strike seemed to overlap a previous one, making her hiccup as she continued crying.
“Yes, sir. I am sorry, sir. Please stop!”
“Not done yet, Thalia. Tell me, how many times did you make me come last night?” Another strike that stole her focus and she whimpered. She forced herself back to those memories, to his hands on her, and she felt herself getting wet. She clenched her hands, digging her nails into her palms to try and distract herself. CRACK. Another strike across her ass.
“Once, sir!” Thalia shouted it, trying to control her sobbing. But everything hurt, her entire backside from the middle of her back to the backs of her thighs was on fire and aching. The remnants from the belt yesterday and his spanking had not faded completely, and the belt was only enflaming them further.
“So you came more than I did last night. Slept in a luxurious room that I carried you to after you collapsed in my lap. Received minimal punishment despite numerous defiant acts – and still you strike me and speak to me with disrespect?” He was suddenly right next to her, growling in her ear. “That will not be tolerated. You are mine, Thalia. Mine. I am not letting you go, and I will break you and enjoy myself while I do it. The sooner you give in the happier you will be.”
“No!” She screamed it. The idea that he wanted to keep her made panic clench her lungs in a vice, her chest aching with it.
“No?” His voice was vicious and a hard snap of the belt across her ass made her jump, but she shook her head anyway.
“No! I don’t want to be here, I’m not some thing that you can own!” Thalia kept her eyes clenched tight, and she jerked on the cuffs even though her bruised wrists protested.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Thalia.” His voice was right against her ear, “I’ll break you down. It may take time, but I will.”
She drew in a breath, calming her cries for a moment as the stinging faded to heat in her skin, before asking softly, “And if I don’t break?”
“You will.” He said it with the finality of a door slamming.
Then he bent her head back by her hair and delivered a rapid series of blows down her backside, making her whimper until her voice failed her. She started to feel light headed, her skin humming all over as he pushed her further than she thought she could stand. Then just as quickly as he had started, he dropped the belt. His breathing was harsh in her ears as he reached up and unhooked the chain linking her leather cuffs from the pillar. Thalia slid to her knees because her legs wouldn’t support her. He ran his hand over her hair.
“Do you understand why you were punished, Thalia?” His voice held an edge to it, but his hand was so soothing on her hair, and she was finding it hard to focus with her body thrumming to the beat of her pulse.
“I slapped you. I was disrespectful. I didn’t say sir.” She cited the things he had listed. Her own voice sounded empty, and although she could still feel tears on her cheeks she wasn’t actively crying any more.
“Good girl.” His hand lifted from her hair, “Now bend forward, on all fours.”
Thalia whimpered and his hand returned to tighten in her hair, pushing her forward until she was in position.
“You will learn it is much better for you when you don’t fight me.” When she was in position he spanked her ass hard and she cried out from the pain of her welts. His hand rubbed her, and she could feel the texture of her skin from the belt. “Although it is delightful to get to punish you so.”
He knelt behind her and she wanted to move away from him, wanted to turn and beg him not to touch her, but she hurt so badly already she couldn’t risk more pain. She just hung her head down and tried not to stare at the dark leather cuffs and the chai
n that linked them.
“Spread your legs wider.” She did and he groaned quietly when he saw how wet she was. “Even with a punishment you’re so responsive.”
His fingers swept up her cleft and she hated the little moan that escaped her. After so much pain his touch felt amplified. When his fingers moved over her clit she bit her lip and tried to stop the thrust of her hips. His low chuckle made her flush with embarrassment, and then he gripped her hips. There was a shift behind her that she tried to ignore and then his cock was pressing into her again.
He made a deep sound as he slid inside her and she whimpered as she realized she was still sore. His fingers found her clit and she bucked back against him as he thrust forward. He was quickly buried to the hilt inside her. His size stretching her and filling her. More circling pressure to her clit as his thrusts increased and despite the pain in her backside and the agony of his clothes against her raw skin, she moaned.
She fucking moaned underneath him. Again. She hated herself.
Biting down on her lip she tried to stop, but as his thrusts picked up she couldn’t deny the intensity of the friction inside her and against her clit. The stinging pain from the welts added another layer to the sensations. Her body rebounded between pain and pleasure so fast she couldn’t stop the moans anymore.
He chuckled above her. “You can deny this all you want, but tell me, Thalia, have you ever come this hard before?” He thrust deep inside her over and over, and then he hissed in her ear as he applied pressure to her clit again, “Come for me, Thalia.”
And she did.
Her body vibrated with the strength of it and she was dimly aware of him stilling inside her, his fingers tight on her hips as she came. She whimpered beneath him as their heavy breaths intermingled in the silence of the room.
He slid out of her, still hard, and pulled her back against him. She didn’t fight as her sore skin went flush to his, and as his hand started to smooth over her hair she heard him sigh.
“I allowed you to come again, Thalia. What should you say?”
“Thank you, sir.” The words came from somewhere inside her. She wasn’t this person, she didn’t want this. But her heart still leapt when he said -
“Good girl.” He let go before he stood behind her and moved to the door. The realization hit her that he hadn’t come. Why? Why fuck her and not finish? He snapped out a command, “Face me. Kneel with your knees apart and your hands on your thighs.”
She turned around to comply, feeling her wetness leaking between her thighs, but when she tried to sit back on her ankles she yelped in pain. She clenched her teeth, and shook slightly.
“Normally I would have you sit back so I could see you more easily, but I know you’re in pain. We will take care of that later if you behave.” He put his hands on his hips and she was again surprised by how handsome he was. He couldn’t possibly need to kidnap women to get laid.
Then again, how many women wouldn’t run screaming in a room like this?
He was staring at her expectantly and she almost jumped, “Yes, sir.” She hoped she had said it fast enough, and it seemed to work even though he sighed.
“You will sit like this in any room you enter unless I have told you otherwise. You already know to address me as sir, but you may also call me Master.” Her mouth dropped open at the word and fear coiled in her belly.
“Master?” She said in shock.
“Yes?” He responded to it like it was his name. Bastard.
“I can’t do that.” She felt sick all over again. He wasn’t going to let her go. He thought he was her master. Thalia’s eyes locked on the leather cuffs on her wrists and she realized she was crying again.
“Say sir, Thalia.”
“Sir.” She responded automatically, her mind somewhere else trying to look at the situation objectively. How had she gotten here? What had she done? “Why me, sir?” The last question was out loud.
“I knew what you were after the first time I saw you. You only confirmed it the first time I took you to your car. You don’t realize it yet, but you need this as much as I want it.” His eyes were steady on her. He believed every word he was speaking.
“No, sir.” Thalia shook her head slowly and he sighed again. She hoped her response wouldn’t make him hurt her again.
“I’ll ignore that for now. I know this is still new, and I’ll look forward to hearing you call me Master when you’re begging me for my cock.” He leaned back against the door and crossed one ankle over the other, just watching her for a moment. She gritted her teeth and he continued. “You will crawl after me, and you’ll keep the cuffs on. Now.”
Turning on his heel he opened the door and started walking down the hall. Fear shot through her as he disappeared around the doorframe. For a moment she couldn’t move, but as the heavy footfalls started to fade she rushed forward.
Her backside screamed, but when she got into the hall she saw a hint of movement to her left and her knees ached against the hard floor. She crawled, the chain between the cuffs shortening her ability to reach forward, and she felt a blush flood up her chest. She turned a bend in the hall and found him standing near a door. He smiled at her when she sat up in front of him.
“You know the position, Thalia.” His voice held humor again. It grated her, but it was so much better than the rage of before. She spread her knees and ignored the pain as she sat back on her heels.
His smile reflected in his eyes, “Good girl.” The guard pushed open the door he stood by and she saw a different bedroom. Darker tones, drapes over real windows where sunlight peeked around the edges. A massive bed, an armoire – and then he was moving forward and her observations were cut short. Thalia crawled after him and wished she could disappear into the floor when he stepped into the bathroom. It was all glass, and dark wood, with smooth stone gray walls instead of tile. He opened the glass door to a massive shower, which could easily fit two or more people, and turned on the water.
“We really need to clean you up, Thalia. That was my plan for your morning. A shower, breakfast, a conversation about your new situation.” His hand tested the water and he beckoned her forward. For a moment she thought about how much better that version of her morning would have been.
His shirt came off and she stared up at his body. He was strong, but not overly muscled. His body was lean and fit. He smiled at her appraisal of him and she dropped her eyes to the floor, where his pants pooled. Leaning down he unclasped the leather cuffs from her wrists and left them on his clothes.
“Get in the shower, stand, and face the wall.” Thalia felt like she should cry, but she obeyed. Stepping into the streams of water that came from all sides. The water was simultaneously soothing and painful against her raw skin, but she stayed still. The traitorous fluttering in her lower belly betrayed her body’s anticipation of what would come next.
Why was she reacting this way?
The door shut behind him with a clap and she jumped. One of his hands grabbed the back of her neck and held her still as the other began to soap her skin with a smooth bar. It smelled so clean, not perfumed or flowery like her body wash. This almost smelled like herbs, more natural than anything she could buy at Target. His hand massaged the back of her neck and she relaxed the muscles in her shoulders she hadn’t noticed were tense.
“Relax, Thalia. Breathe. I’ve already punished you, and unless you break one of my rules again you have nothing to fear.” His hands worked magic on her skin, somehow making the burning in her back not so bad. He let go of her neck and his hand rubbed her shoulder.
Her mind protested; he had punished her for breaking rules, rules he hadn’t even told her yet. How was she supposed to obey him when she didn’t know the rules? She wanted to ask. She wanted to argue, to scream at him. She wanted to shove him away from her.
She didn’t do anything.
“Put your hands on the wall, above your head.” She did and was a little grateful for the ability to brace herself as his ministrations moved do
wn her legs. The movement of his hands over her welted ass and thighs made her whimper, but he didn’t let up. Suddenly his hands were between her thighs, rubbing her with soap, his fingers delving inside her, which made her thighs quake. He made an appreciative sound behind her.
“You respond so quickly to my touch.” His other hand slid around to her front and rubbed her clit. She hated that it felt good. She hated that her body accepted it as pleasure, firing the synapses and flooding her with endorphins. How was he so much better than any of her exes? He knew exactly where to rub her, she didn’t have to guide him. Didn’t have to squirm to try and get his touch back on point. Her hips bucked against his hands and she tried not to moan. She hated even more that he knew what he was doing to her.
She really was a slut. No one else would act like this in her situation. The shame made her start crying again. There was something intrinsically wrong with her.
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