He apparently wasn’t in the mood to argue with me because he unfastened my seatbelt, picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and walked me to the elevator. Once inside I insisted he let me down but he wasn’t having any of it.
We rode all the way to the top floor with me like that and when we got inside of his place, he finally flopped me down unceremoniously on his couch.
“You are such a caveman,” I yelled at him.
“What is wrong with you Devlin? You can’t just throw a girl over your shoulder like that and take her up to your apartment.”
He chuckled. “Apparently I can.”
Did he seriously just laugh at me?
“You are such a pig Devlin! Take me home.”
“You aren’t going anywhere Mary Elizabeth. It’s late, I’m tired and you’ve had far too much to drink to be on your own tonight.”
And that was that. Apparently I was going to stay the night at Devlin’s place.
“Now let’s get you settled,” he said as if the matter had been settled.
When I didn’t move, he came over to me, picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He sat me down on the bed gently and then handed me a t-shirt from his closet. It was far too big for me, but still comfortable and smelt just like him.
“I can’t sleep,” I said softly. “Will you stay with me for a little while?”
He sighed but did join me on the bed, with his clothes still on. He positioned me in the crook of his arm.
“Why aren’t you married,” I asked.
“Ssssh,” he responded. “Close your eyes and get some rest.”
I wanted to know more about him but the more I laid there, the heavier my eyes got, until finally sleep overtook me.
I don’t know how long he stayed with me but when I awoke, he was gone and I was alone in his bed. Was this his bed? Or was this a guest room? It seemed more like a guest room than a master bedroom.
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Chapter 5
When I sat up I realized just how horrible I felt. My head was killing me, my eyes felt like someone was poking me with needles and my throat was dry. I immediately flopped back down on the pillow, deciding that I wasn’t ready to get up, just yet.
Before long I heard a noise in the other room. It had to be Devlin. What was he doing? There were some faint banging noises and some other strange sounds I couldn’t quite make out.
Curiosity finally got the best of me so I got out of bed and followed the noises into what turned out to be the kitchen.
“Good morning sunshine. How you feeling,” Devlin asked cheerfully.
I just grunted. Truth was I felt like shit. He was right, I drank way to much the night before but I wasn’t about to admit that to him now.
“Sit down. Breakfast is almost ready.”
I did as I was told, without giving it a second thought. When I sat down however, I couldn’t help but laugh. It was just amazing how this man could give a simple command and people followed him blindly. He had such an authoritative way about him.
“What’s so funny,” he asked.
“Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.”
“Well which is it,” he asked as he sat a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me.
“This looks delicious. I didn’t know you could cook.”
“I’m sure there is quite a bit about me that you don’t know,” Devlin responded playfully.
“I don’t know. I probably know more about you than you think.”
Devlin eyed me skeptically.
“You’d be surprised how much the ladies in the office talk about you.”
“I think you ladies have far too much free time on your hands.” Devlin chuckled and then went back to eating his breakfast.
After eating breakfast, downing a big glass of orange juice and two glasses of water, I started to feel almost human again.
“I’m sorry about last night Devlin. I feel bad that you had to spend your Friday night babysitting me.”
“Let’s get you dressed so we can go pick up your car.”
I followed him into the bedroom and gathered my clothes.
“I don’t have a car Devlin.”
“What do you mean you don’t have a car? How do you get to work then?”
“I take the bus.”
“Why don’t you have a car? I know I’ve seen you in the parking garage before.”
“My car broke down a few weeks ago and I just haven’t been able to get it repaired yet.”
“You were going to take the bus home last night, at that hour,” Devlin asked.
“No, if I stay late I take a cab home. If I don’t catch the six pm bus then I will miss my transfer.”
“Transfer? So you take more than one bus to get to work, and you’ve been doing this for weeks?”
“Yes. I don’t have the money to fix my car yet.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s an old car. There are a lot of things wrong with it. The transmission is just the latest in a long line of problems.”
“Come on, get your clothes on,” Devlin said as he walked out the door, leaving me to get dressed on my own.
Dressed, I walked out and Devlin led me through his apartment, to the elevator and down to his car. I gave him my address, he programmed it into his GPS and we were off.
When we pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex he found a parking spot and turned off his car.
“This is where you live?”
“Yes. I don’t make what you do Devlin. The rent is cheap. It’s all I can afford.”
“I’m sorry Mary Elizabeth. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just don’t like the thought of you in a place like this.”
“Let’s go,” Devlin said as he helped me out of the car.
“Where are we going?”
“To pack your clothes.”
“Why are we packing my clothes?”
Although he didn’t answer my question, I led him into my tiny little apartment anyway, which thank goodness was clean. I began to do as he told me to do and packed a suitcase and then grabbed my makeup case.
“Is that all you are bringing with you?” Devlin asked while looking down at my two bags.
“I only have the one suitcase. Why do I need so many clothes anyway? Where are we going?”
“Come on, let’s go,” Devlin said as he drug me out the front door of my apartment and back to his car, still not answering my question about where in the world we were going.
I went with him to the car, let him help me to my seat and even fasten my seatbelt for me like I was some sort of child. But I had enough so before he started the car, I demanded to know where he was taking me and why.
“I’m not letting you stay at this place anymore,” he said with a disgusted look on his face as he gestured towards my apartment building.
I knew I didn’t live in the best place, but it wasn’t that bad. It was clean and for the most part my neighbors were quiet. What more could I ask for, with the kind of rent I was paying? It bugged me that he was judging me like that. I was doing the best I could do with the little money I had. Sure I had a good job, but that was a good job for me. I wasn’t making near the money he was. I probably made a year what he made in a month.
“And where do you suppose I live Devlin? I can’t afford a fancy penthouse like you.”
Devlin sighed, started the car and we drove away. I guess that was the end of that conversation. And yet I still had no idea where he was taking me.
After a silent twenty minute drive, we pulled into the parking garage at his building.
“Why didn’t you tell me we were going back to your place?” I asked.
“Why must you ask so many questions? Can’t you just trust that I have your best interests at heart?”
I really didn’t know what to say to that. What could I say to that? ‘Sorry Devlin, but I ask too many questions because I’m too fucked up in the head to trust that anyone really cares about me.’ Yeah that would go over well.
We walked into his building in silence. This time, I actually paid attention. It really was a lovely place. The lobby was a bright, open space with lots of light. We got into the oversized elevator and he entered a keycard to allow him access to the top floor. I didn’t even notice he did that the first time.
I knew lawyers made good money, but I doubt most could afford this kind of spread. No, he had to have family money. His penthouse was just too much to be able to afford it on his salary alone. He wasn’t even a partner.
The elevator opened up directly into his foyer which led to a large ornate door. As we walked through the door Devlin told me to sit as he pointed to the overstuffed couch in the living room. So I sat and waited as he took my bags somewhere. I assumed the bedroom. When he returned he had a velvet covered box with him.
“Remove your clothes,” he commanded.
“Excuse me?”
“You haven’t earned the right to wear them.”
Has he lost his ever loving mind? Surely he’s just joking.
“Devlin I’m not going to get naked for you.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I don’t know what kind of game you are playing Devlin, but it’s not funny.”
“It’s not meant to be.”
“I’ve had my eye on you for a long time Mary Elizabeth and I’ve decided I want you for my slave.”
I wanted to say something but he just pressed a finger against my lips.
“From here on out you will address me as Master. The only words I expect to hear from you are yes Master or no Master.”
At first I thought he was just teasing me but when he didn’t laugh I realized he was completely serious about this.
“I am going to take this weekend to train you. If you do not obey me you will be punished.”
A host of images suddenly flashed through my mind. I'd never been spanked before, even as a child, when your mother works all the time, she doesn’t really have time for things like discipline.
This can’t be right. He couldn't really be serious, could he? I looked at him, completely astonished.
“What the hell are you talking about Devlin? Have you lost your mind?”
Before I knew what was happening he pulled me across his lap, pushed my dress up, ripped off my panties and began spanking me, like I was a little girl and he had to punish me for being naughty.
“I told you to address me as Master. You will learn to do as you are told.”
“Please stop. Why are you doing this?” I cried.
He didn’t listen to me though. He just continued to spank me until my ass was on fire.
I was so confused but at the same time, so aroused and a tiny bit excited. I knew I should be mad at what he was doing to me, but deep down, somewhere in the darkest part of my subconscious, I liked it.
Am I a freak? Is something totally wrong with me that I loved what he was doing to me?
His hand moved from my very red behind to my pussy and to my horror I was wet. I don’t know how to explain it, this kind of thing wasn’t sexy to me yet my body apparently thought differently. He played with my clit rubbing his thumb against it and I felt myself squirming under his touch. But before things could get too heated he let me go and I slid over to the other end of the sofa, trying to put as much distance between us as I could.
“Now do you understand that you are here to do as I say?”
My mind was in a whirl. I couldn’t understand how all of this was happening and what made him think it was okay to treat me like that. I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t like spankings or bondage or any of those kinky things. Yet despite that, I still begrudgingly answered him with a “Yes Master”. I don’t know what came over me and why I did it. I felt foolish as soon as I said the words.
“Now, the first rule as my slave is you are to be naked at all times, so take off your clothes.”
I did as he told me. I stood up and removed my dress and then my bra. He had already ripped my panties off so now all I had on was my high heels.
“Come stand in front of me,” he ordered and I reluctantly obeyed.
He held a riding crop in his hand now. I stood where he had indicated and looked pleadingly at him, wondering what he was going to do next. He reached out and struck me across the thighs with it. The pain convinced me that he was deadly serious about this whole master and slave thing. I could barely believe all of this was really happening. I’ve known Devlin for about a year now and I’d never seen this side of him. He was always so different at work -- always in control and together.
He continued to hit me with the crop and all I could do was cry. I was unsure of what to do or say. I just wanted this whole ordeal to be over. Why was he doing this to me?
“You won't be needing these,” he said as he picked up the clothes from the floor and placed them in a neat pile on the sofa.
I stood there, too scared to move a muscle as he opened the velvet covered box he brought in the room with him earlier. Inside was a leather collar which he fastened around my neck.
“That's better,” he said. “Now you are beginning to look like a slave. However, we still have to teach you to behave properly.”
He attached a leash to the collar, as if I was some animal he was going to take on a walk in the park.
“Get on the floor and crawl on your hands and knees.”
When I hesitated I felt the sting of the crop on my thighs and dropped down on all fours. When he tried to lead me round the room, I balked and refused to crawl.
“I see we are going to have to do this the hard way.”
He hit me again with the riding crop and I began to tear up again. I didn’t want to cry, I wanted to be strong and not let him know he was getting to me, but the pain was just too much.
“What did I tell you about disobeying me?”
I remained silent and once more the crop slashed across my ass.
“You said I would be punished,” I murmured. The crop came down with a stinging force across my thighs before I realized my mistake.
“What did you say?” he demanded. “I'm sure you can do better than that.”
“You said I would be punished Master.”
“That's better, don't make the same mistake again.”
“No Master, I won’t.” I obediently replied.
“You will have to be punished for your earlier refusal.”
“Please no,” I begged. “This is all just too much. I can’t take any more.”
He didn’t listen to my pleas. It was as if I hadn’t spoken. Instead he picked me up and carried me over to the long table in his dining room. It was the one we had just eaten breakfast on that very morning. What I didn’t notice then was that there were metal rings set part way down the polished surface, one on either side. Now it was all I could seem to see about the table.
He bent me over the table and fastened my wrists to the rings. I was now bent over with my ass exposed and completely helpless. I struggled against my restraints but it was no use, I couldn’t get free.
Devlin came up behind me and ran his hand over my behind. I tried to turn around to see what he was doing, but I was secured with the rings to the table. All I could do was wait and see what he was going to do to me. I didn’t have to wait long to find out what Devlin had in mind. Soon he came up until he was level with my face and showed me what he had in his hand. He was holding a leather paddle.
I cried out as he landed the first of what would be many strokes. The paddle had a vicious sting and I was soon crying out for mercy.
“Does that feel good?”
I didn’t answer him, so he smacked my ass again with the paddle.
“I said, does that feel good?”
“Yes, Master,” I responded through gritted teeth. Unable to ho
ld back the tears that now flowed freely down my face.
“When I ask you a question you will answer without hesitation or you will be punished further.”
“Yes, Master.”
He ran his hand over my reddened behind and then down my thigh. He pushed my legs outwards, spreading them out wider, so he could gain total access to those concealed areas of my buttocks.
“You do have a sweet little ass. You are going to make a great slave.”
“Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone what you’ve done. We’ll just pretend all of this never happened. Please. It doesn’t have to be like this.”
“I didn’t say you could speak.”
I angered him by begging him to free me and he began spanking my ass with the paddle again over and over. The sting was unbearable. All I could do is cry and pray it would be over soon.
“You will learn not to speak unless spoken to.”
“Yes, Master,” I murmured. “I’m sorry Master.”
“I can’t hear you,” he said just before smacking the paddle on my bare ass one more time.
“Yes, Master,” I said, much louder this time.
“I don’t want to hurt you my sweet little slave, it’s just the only way to ensure your obedience.”
I started to beg for my freedom again, but the pain in my ass reminded me that wasn’t a good idea. Instead I just responded with what I knew he wanted to hear.
“Yes, Master.”
“That’s a good girl,” he praised before continuing to rub his hand across my ass, examining his handy work.
“Do you understand why you were being punished?”
“Yes Master. Because I was naughty.”
“That’s a good girl,” he soothed.
He moved his hand lower and slipped two fingers inside of me. As much as I hated to admit it, he was quite skilled and it felt good, really good and before I knew it, my traitorous body had begun to react to his touch. I was wet for him and I didn’t want him to stop.
He leaned over my body, so that he could whisper in my ear, while he continued to stimulate my clit. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes, Master.”
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