She’s perfect like this, vulnerable and waiting for me. But she’s obviously unhappy and only doing it because the other choice isn't really a choice at all. I splay my hand on her back, and although she stiffens, she doesn’t move away from my touch. I walk around her slowly, moving my hand in soothing circles until she slowly relaxes her body.
I keep my voice soft and comforting. “The terms are simple. You do your best to obey me. If you don’t, you come back here.” Her eyes close as I speak. “If you please me, I will reward you. I will give you everything you need. You want your old life, and you can have it.” Her eyes fly to mine, but before she can question me I add, “I will simply be a new constant in that life.” Her eyes fall to the floor and then close again.
She whispers, “Yes, Anthony. I understand.” That was too easy.
“You don’t have any questions?” I’m surprised by that.
“What questions should I ask?” My dick finally starts hardening. Her submission is just now starting to arouse me.
“Any questions you have, kitten. I’ll answer them all truthfully.”
“If I do this, you’ll let me out of this room? You said I’d have an office and my old life back?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I’ll be able to keep working?” she asks.
“You will,” I reply. I walk around to where her head is and place my hand on her chin to make sure she sees my face and knows how serious I am. “It will be heavily monitored though. And any sign that you’ve disobeyed me by doing anything at all that would obviously upset me will result in you being sent here. And not just for a few hours, kitten.”
She nods her head and says, “I understand.”
“Anything else?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“You don’t want to know what I’m going to do with you?” I ask. I imagine she’s already made up her mind.
“You’re going to do what you’d like to me.” Her voice is flat, but dampened by sadness.
“Close,” I answer. “I’d love to fuck you, kitten. But I’ve told you I won’t do that until you beg.” Her head lifts slightly off the bench and her eyes widen with hope. That’s the woman I want with me. Her reaction makes me smile.
“You thought I was going to fuck you right now?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she answers with a tinge of confusion.
“I told you I wasn’t going to until you begged. I mean it,” I say.
“Do I have to let you do that in order to get out of here?” she asks.
“No,” I answer, and love how much her body relaxes at my answer. I love it because she’s showing trust in my words. I’m giving her hope and her strength back. Even if she doesn’t realize that.
“Will I ever have to…?” she starts to ask, but trails off. My eyebrows raise and I lay a hand on the small of her back.
“I want to reward you as a dom should reward his submissive.” I let my hands travel to her ass. I cup her cheeks and spread them slightly. “I’ll let you know if I’d like to be pleasured. But it’ll be your choice if you’d like to give me that.” I let my thumbs skim along the seam in the center of her panties.
“I do want to reward you, kitten. Do you know what that means?” I ask.
She nods her head, seeming very much at ease with the knowledge I’ve given her.
“Tell me what you think it means.”
It takes her a moment to respond, but when she does, I’m pleased. “It’s what you were doing earlier.”
I smile at her backside as my fingers slip past her panties. I run them along her slick heat and I’m rewarded with a soft moan.
“You rubbed my clit,” she says as she continues her answer.
“Why?” I ask as I gently place her panties back where they belong.
“To reward me,” she says.
“What was I rewarding?” I ask her. I’m sure she’ll say it’s because she was listening to me. Or because she did as she was told. But in actuality it’s because she was enjoying it. I rewarded her desire for my control to continue. I’m intentionally conditioning her reactions and her emotions.
“Because I listened to you and obeyed. Because I earned it.” She adds the last part forcefully. I smirk behind her. That’s how that dirty book went about it. You obey, and you get rewarded. Disobey, and you get punished.
I agree to an extent, but emotions are far more powerful a tool. She’ll thrive with my touch. She’ll love my control. And it’ll only bring her happiness.
“I want to reward you now, kitten. Should I?” I ask her.
Yes. Yes, I fucking should. But right now I want her permission. I want her to control this next step. If she answers yes, I’ll have her shackled and cumming harder than she ever has before. If she’d prefer not, that’s fine, but I won’t shackle her. I’ll merely move her to her room, unrewarded in some ways, but feeling safe in others. It’s a fair trade. And either way, she’s rid of this room so long as she isn’t disobedient.
After a quiet moment, I look at her face. She seems lost in contemplation.
“I think so,” she finally answers. I chuckle at her response.
“You’re being very good, kitten. How would you like me to reward you?”
She bites down on her bottom lip.
“I--” she starts to speak, but stops herself. I know she’s ready. I know she’s craving a release. Each time I rest a hand gently on her lush ass, she tilts it slightly.
“Tell me, kitten. I want you to know that you can tell me anything. So long as you’re respectful, you won’t be punished.”
“I don’t want you to...have sex with me.” Hearing those words fall from her lips is disappointing. But I simply tack on the unspoken “yet” to the end. Obviously she won’t admit that she wants me just yet. She’s angling for control as well. This is her bid to ensure that if she says no, it’s not going to happen. And that’s a truth. I want to earn it. I want her to yearn for my touch and desire pleasing me more than anything else. And I will. This is just a step, a small hurdle, in that direction.
“I don’t intend on fucking you. Not until you beg me, remember?” She eyes me warily and I know I should just play my cards so she has more confidence in her decision. I reach inside my pocket and pull out a small vibrator.
“You’re doing very well, kitten. I’ll be honest, I’m very pleased. But you haven’t earned my touch yet.” Her brows creases and she almost looks disappointed. “This is all I’ll use.” She looks between my face and the vibrator.
“You’re going to tease me? Until I beg.” It pisses me off that she makes that assumption. Although I know she’s read that shit in her books.
“No. That would not be a reward. I’m going to put this vibrator against your clit and make you rock yourself on it until you cum. That’s all there is to your reward.”
She may not notice that her ass raises just slightly, but I sure as fuck do.
“I asked you a question. Do you think you should be rewarded?”
“Yes.” She finally gives me the green light in a breathy voice that makes my dick impossibly hard.
“I think so too, kitten.” I push the vibrator under her, past her clit and snug between her body and the bench, just to warm it and then walk around to the front of the bench. I take the strap in her left hand and move it into place. She pulls back and nearly falls off the bench. “This is your reward, but you will receive it how I see fit.”
Her big brown eyes look up at me with worry. I can’t wait to ease her concerns.
“I told you what’s going to happen. I won’t lie. Once you’ve cum, I’m going to want you, and I’ll ask. But if you say no, or don’t beg well enough, I’ll release you and show you to your room.” She nods her head and places her chest flat on the bench again. Her breathing is coming in pants and I know she’s scared. But she’s trusting me. In only a day, I’ve gained enough trust to make her bared to me, completely vulnerable--and she did so willingly.
The
realization thrills me.
I strap both her wrists and her ankles, letting my fingers trail along her exposed skin. I gently pull the nightgown up to her waist and then slip her panties slowly down her thighs. They don’t go far, but it's enough to expose her. I bend slightly and blow against her glistening sex. She’s so fucking wet. I want to lean in and take a languid lick of her sweet cunt. I want to slide my fingers inside and feel her tight walls clench as she cums. But right now, I’m limited. Soon. Soon, she’ll beg me for more. She’ll desire nothing else. I smile as I pull away and pull out the warmed vibrator and twist it on.
Soon, she’ll be begging me.
Chapter 9
Catherine
I pull my wrist slightly, but I can hardly move. My arms don’t even bend. The leather straps around my wrists have virtually no give. My ankles are strapped as well and I can barely move my legs at all. I’m completely restrained. My heart beats frantically as his hands move down my body. My ass is higher up and I know why. This bench was made for fucking. And I’m strapped to it. Willingly.
As soon as he locked in the first buckle, I felt regret. I don’t know him. He’s not a good man. That’s really all I’m sure of, at least about him. I know one other thing. I have to do this in order to get out of here. And he promised he would let me out. He’s made all sorts of pretty promises. My blood heats as his hand lingers on my ass. His other hand moves to the other cheek and he spreads them. I can’t help that I’m turned on. I’m so fucking hot for him. It’s been over a year now since I’ve felt a man’s hands on me. And I’ve definitely never felt the hands of a man like Anthony. It’s exhilarating.
I’m wet and hot and desperate for his touch. It’s sick. I shouldn’t want this, but I do.
And he knows it. My cheeks flame with embarrassment. My pussy is fully exposed to him and I'm completely vulnerable. The only sounds I can hear are my own ragged breath and the humming of the vibrator. My lips part and I hold back a moan as he gently pushes it against my pussy lips, just beneath my clit.
“Are you an over or under girl, kitten?” he asks in a sexy-as-fuck voice while putting slightly more pressure against me. I instinctively try to pull away. The intensity is just too much. He moves the vibrator over my clit, and my entire body heats and tingles. The pit of my stomach stirs with a hot, radiating pleasure. My ass bucks up, but the rest of my body remains in place due to the restraints.
“Ah, over it is.”
I whimper and turn my head from side to side. I’ve never felt something like this. It’s too intense. My body’s pleading to move away as the sensation grows and grows and my legs quiver. “Stay still. You’re going to enjoy this,” he whispers.
I try to keep my body from wanting to move, but it’s useless.
“Move your hips, kitten.” I instantly obey him, wanting and needing to move. The motion sends a surge of arousal to my core and soft gasps fall from my lips. I grind harder, loving the intensity of the pulses shooting through me. Close, so close. My neck arches back as I desperately search for my release.
His large hand splays on my lower back and pushes me down harder onto the vibrator. His force is what does it; I cum violently and scream out as the waves of pleasure roll through my body. The first wave is the most intense, then the rest grow dimmer and dimmer. My body feels limp on the table as I take in deep, uneven breaths.
“Have you ever used a vibrator before, kitten?” I shake my head no, and try to answer aloud, but he starts talking before I can respond. “You obviously enjoy the stimulation.”
I nod my head and breathe out as I agree. “Yes.” I swallow thickly, realizing I’m still pinned down. My eyes open a little more and I look at him to my left as he looks from my bared pussy to my face.
“Do you want to cum again?” he asks.
My breath stalls in my chest. I do want that again. But not from him, not now. I only did that so I can get the fuck out of here.
“You do, but not like this,” he says. I break eye contact, hating how obvious I am. But then again, anyone else in my position would be this fucking obvious.
“Time to see your new room.” he says, shutting off the vibrator. He reaches down and unstraps the bands. I stay still, feeling uneasy yet relaxed at the same time. I want to be tense and on guard. But I’m too exhausted from all the shit I’ve been through. He unstraps the last restraint and I try to brace myself on the bench, but his hand comes down on my shoulders, pushing me back down.
It sets off every red flag. My heart beats faster and fear sets in.
“Let me pick you up. Your legs are still trembling.” His voice is calming and soothing. I instantly feel myself relax. At the realization, I throw my guard up even higher.
I blink a few times to clear my head. I feel drunk on lust and pleasure. I breathe in deep as his arms tilt my body and he cradles me against his chest. He gently sets my feet down, but holds onto my waist. I want to push him away. I don’t need his help. My legs are shaky, but I’m fine. It was just one orgasm, for crying out loud. One intense, earth-shattering orgasm, but still. I can manage on my own.
I’m sure as fuck not going to tell him that though. I just need to be good so I can get out of here and see where he’s taking me. His body brushes against mine as he releases me. My eyes nearly close as I feel his massive erection through his jeans. I have to bite the inside of my cheek as my thighs clench and my pussy clamps down around nothing. I trap the moan in my throat.
His hand grips my shoulder and he leans down, placing a kiss on my shoulder before whispering, “You alright?” I can practically feel his smile.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. Instead of telling him off, I continue to play the role. That’s what I need to do now. “Yes, Anthony.”
He lets out a deep chuckle as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of black silk cloth. He holds it up with both hands and that’s when I realize it’s a blindfold.
Fuck. I was hoping I’d be able to see where we’re going so I can get the layout of this place. I need to come up with a plan to get out of here. I’m sure the next room will be locked as well though, and then what? I’ll be fucking stuck there, just like I am now. He promised though. I hate that I’m relying on his word. But I am. His word is the only hope I have.
My lips press into a hard line and his response is to smirk at me and raise a brow.
“Come on kitten, behave.” His tone is playful and it makes me hate him even more. It’s like we’re playing cat and mouse, but he’s always two steps ahead of me. I swallow my pride and turn around so he can place the cloth over my eyes.
I have no other option but to trust him. And I fucking hate it.
Chapter 10
Anthony
My little kitten thinks she’s slick. It’s fucking adorable. I can practically hear her thoughts. I know all of this is an act, but for a moment, I had her. I had a sweet submissive who trusted me and craved my touch. I want more.
I tighten the sash over her eyes and take a step back. Her arms move out slightly, as though she’s off-balance. Without me there to guide her, I'm sure she is. Her mouth parts, but then she closes it and moves her hands to her side.
Good girl. She’s trying hard to obey. I know it’s only so she can use me. She’s not doing it because she wants to. Not yet, anyway. But we’ll get there. I just need to be patient.
I put my hands on her shoulders so she knows I’m there, and then let them fall to her hips.
“Walk with me and hold my hand.” I take her small hand in mine and slowly lead her to the door. Her other hand opens and closes. I know she’d like to reach for the blindfold. But she doesn’t. Not yet. It won’t do her any good to get it off though. Even if she does manage to get it off and race up the stairs somehow without me on right on her ass, she’d just come to another lock. And the combinations to enter her rooms are all different.
The entire basement is soundproofed. She could scream all she wanted, but she would be locked down here. The doors are
programmed to unlock after three days though, if anything were to prevent me from returning to the house.
I punch in the code and lead her through the door. Her right hand twitches, and I know she’s fighting the urge to bolt. She's working hard to stay by my side and not take off.
But ultimately she obeys. It’s a fucking relief. Also, quite an achievement. A dozen or more scenarios played out in my mind, ranging from her starving herself to her throwing the chair at me. But this is nearly all I could hope for. It’s perfect really. She’s still resistant, but cooperating. I knew she’d be like this. She’s perfect.
She’s making it easy while still being a challenge. I like that. No, I fucking love that.
We get to her bedroom and I punch in the code. I see her shoulders sag slightly and the corners of her mouth turn down. She should be smarter than to think I'd place her in a room without a lock. I’m sure she knows better than that.
As soon as the door shuts behind us, I take off the sash. She blinks a few times before letting the astonishment show on her face. I look over her body and realize how unkempt she looks. Her skin’s still flushed and gorgeous, save for a few smudges on her face. But her feet are bare and dirty, and her hair’s tangled and in need of a wash. Even her nightgown looks rumpled and dirty on the part covering her ass since she sat on the floor most of the day. She was only in the cell for one day, but one was enough for her to get this disheveled. I’m not looking forward to having to send her back there, but I know she’s going back. It’s only a matter of time.
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