“Put this on,” he demanded.
She hesitated but not too much. Grasping it with a slender hand, she fingered the hideousness thing finding her body responding with a burst of obscene pleasure. How vile it was, but how uniquely luring. She hated to feel this way in the midst of such terrible dread.
“Go on, put it on,” Adam repeated his order.
Finding the immensity of it difficult to handle without seeing the buckle itself, she struggled with the collar for some moments, finally figuring how to fasten it so Adam would be pleased.
“Now go to the shed and wait for me. I want you posed on the floor, your face on the ground.”
She wanted to cry wondering what bugs and things would invade her body, what terror it would be imprisoned in this wild place late in the night—strange animals and Lord knows what swarming around her. Would he dare to have her stay the night? Certainly as a punishment, she could think of nothing more wretched than this one. Battling with herself, she finally pulled her reluctant body from the chaise and walked down the brick garden path to her fate. Once there, she stood at the door for some minutes knowing for certain that some nasty spider or rat would be jumping out at her the minute she opened the door. None of those fears were realized, however. There was just the darkness in front of her, inky black and mysterious as it had been the time before. On entering, she crouched to the cool ground as he ordered, shivering, first hot from the erotic heat, then cold from fear. She’d never felt more humbled.
Adam left her alone only briefly, appearing just a few moments after she was poised and ready for him. Again with his lantern in hand, he shined some welcoming illumination on the dim surroundings. She looked up, her eyes squinting, already having grown accustomed to the darkness.
He nodded at her and then set the lantern on a table.
“Get up,” he ordered.
As she complied, he reached down and grabbed her by the collar so she gasped for a bit of stale damp air to fill her lungs.
Seeing the inside of the woodshed again, the only thing that had changed about the place from the time before was a small stool just inside the door—not some old, broken-down stool, but one that she’d seen inside the house.
Left to wonder what that might mean for her, Adam hastily proceeded with the task of punishing her. He had the strap again in his mighty hand ready to redden her ass. Again over the stack of wood, her bottom offered in sacrifice, she took a thorough beating to her buttocks, until the heat and pain became almost unbearable. A submissive never knows how much they can really bear, since inevitably the punishment always ends. But just as she felt three days before, there was a wanting even when he finally stopped laying on the strap. She could almost hear herself asking for more.
This time however, when Adam began his lecture he was far less gracious than he was that other night—if she could call that lecture gracious at all.
“You’re being punished because I don’t ever want you rebelling again. It serves no useful purpose. In fact, your night dashing from one club to another was utterly dangerous. You weren’t under the same obligations that you are to me now, but I really don’t think it matters. Such reckless behavior points to a woman without a sense of self-worth, reduced to self-destructive behaviors to meet some desperate need in her. Are you that woman?” he asked.
She couldn’t speak, the words stuck in her throat.
“Answer me!” he snapped when she was silent.
“No! I’m not that woman,” she blurted out.
“Well, you’re going to have to spend some time proving that to me,” he replied. “And while you think about how you’re going to do that, you’re going to remain in the shed tonight. In fact, any time I think you need a dose of fear and terror, you’ll have it right here. Perhaps then you won’t be so tempted to fly off on some rash night of careless disregard for yourself and those that are trying to help you.” This passionate reprimand was one she’d not forget.
Pulling her from the woodpile, Eden was back on her feet.
“Put the stool in the center of the room,” he ordered.
There were tears streaming down her cheeks, knowing that he was going to leave her here by herself. Finally drawing up the courage to obey him, she positioned the stool as ordered and sat. Her heated bottom found the wooden stool hard within seconds of sitting down. So low, it forced her legs wide to be comfortable at all, exposing her naked pussy to the horrible atmosphere of nightmares around her. Adam, not content with this simple humiliation, attached the thick collar with a rope to a ring above her, and bound her wrists behind her.
“I’ll come for you when I think you’ve had enough. That might not be until dawn. I’d suggest you think about your life, your needs and your penchant for self-destruction. Get it clear, really clear to you, because I don’t want a submissive or a lover who thinks so little of themselves that they easily jeopardize our relationship. I want a woman of passion who knows her needs and surrenders to them, a woman who’s strong enough in herself to be meek and humble. Not one that’s hell-bent on living out fantasies with twisted ends. This relationship will make you more of who you are than you ever dreamed of being—if you allow it to do that. But first we’d better chase the demons from your soul. Let’s hope a night of dwelling on those demons might help. I would blindfold you, but then you might just be moved to fall asleep. Perhaps without it you can stare into these scary surroundings and see how much fear you can manufacture.”
“You’ll leave me here all night?” Eden’s voice was barely more than a squeak.
“I’ll leave you here as long as I like,” he replied.
“My legs already ache, sir,” she said.
“Then you can scoot off the stool and lie on the ground if you like. There’s enough length to your tether.”
As meek and sorry as she looked, Adam was not persuaded to change his mind. Disappearing out the door she heard the padlock click tight, locking her inside the sweltering atmosphere. With him went all hint of light, leaving her in the jet black darkness where outside she heard the sound of Adam’s footsteps retreating toward the house and then an owl screech in the distant woods.
There was no way to clock the time that passed. Every second was infinity stretched to its limit. Once her ass and legs ached too much to stand another moment so awkwardly crouched, she bucked herself from the stool and landed unceremoniously on her side against the dusty wood floor. As soon as she accomplished that feat she was sorry. It seemed much more likely she could fend off the critters she feared if she was above them. This was an impossible hell. And one she wasn’t about to forget—ever.
In the same breath she hated Adam Cady and loved him. She hated him minute to minute, but loved him still. He mastered her in such a short time—this punishment as right as any she ever had. She’d been a careless woman in the past, but it never seemed important enough for Jacob to try and change her. She’d been under his thumb, worried about doing what pleased him, but she could never count on Jacob seeing things as rationally as Adam did. Adam was fair and kind, if not also as exacting and harsh as an old headmaster. And there was security in that knowledge that gave her a degree of peace, even in this dreadful shed.
Lying on her side was awkward, though she couldn’t think of anything that would be more comfortable with her hands secured behind her. Her arms ached—though it was a familiar ache. She’d been bound like this before. As often as it happened however, it was never something she got used to.
While the rope was certainly long enough to reach to the floor, it gave her very little latitude of movement. In her best moments, she let her worries subside trusting that Adam would never do anything to truly hurt her. Then, it was just the ache to deal with. At those calm moments, she tried to think of the inner demons that Adam wanted released from her—her inclination to lie her way through life, the need to bolt when things got really tough, and that night when she’d been filled with such an obsessive need to get out of Sadie’s apartment—a moment drive
n by the submissive, masochistic demons that needed to speak. That night was a vivid warning to her how important that dark need was.
For an instant she could be thankful that Adam Cady appeared in her life to replace Jacob. But that moment of gratitude was suddenly ripped away when she heard a scratching sound on the shed door. She screamed involuntarily, realizing that her heart was in her throat hammering her fear home. Her stomach was clenched and she suddenly had to pee so bad she was sure she couldn’t hold herself a moment longer.
“Fucking bastard!” she shouted loudly. The tears began to flow again as the scratching noise continued. Some hobgoblin, some nightmare, some ghost was there to take her way. How could he possibly do this to her!
All was lost, everything good and positive, all the things she might have felt about justice and gratitude and having her needs answered … they were gone.
When the scratching noise stopped, she waited hardly having the courage to breath. Finally relaxing, she remained awake for a time. Then, as the minutes stretched on she was on the verge of drifting into sleep. Oh, to sleep and let go her fear … but each time she was about to nod off, she moved slightly, and was reminded how her arms ached. Her mind was in a blur, the only thought she consistently entertained was that moment when Adam would at last open the door and set her free.
Eden’s moment of liberation came when she was half asleep. The first noise she heard other than the wind and the night birds, was the sound of the lock being jiggled. She jerked, startled. The door suddenly swung wide and her eyes shot open as the first light beamed inside. There was Adam with his lantern and a look of concern on his face.
“You think you’ve had enough for one night?” he asked her.
“I have, I know I have,” she replied without hesitation. Her eyes filled with tears.
“That’s good,” he said. “I think so too.”
Dropping to his knees, he leaned over and undid her hands bringing her arms around, rubbing each with a tender hand as the blood rushed back into her pained shoulders. Making her sit, he undid the rope from the collar.
“You’re a mess,” he said, running his hands through her hair. “Dust.” His mood was almost sweet, if only for a minute. In spite of herself and her hours confined, and all the nasty things she thought of him, it seemed that the hate she nurtured was vanishing rapidly. All she could feel was utter relief that he finally rescued her.
“I couldn’t stand the stool,” she told him, “And then I couldn’t stand the floor.”
“Then you were in a terrible predicament, weren’t you?”
“I didn’t like it at all,” she told him.
“Well, now that you know how brutal I can be, you’ll be warned to behave yourself,” he said.
He didn’t have say that but once.
“Then this is the extent of your brutality?” she asked.
“That depends on what you find brutal,” he said. “This is not the only harsh punishment I can think of, but for you it seemed to be the most harrowing.”
“I wouldn’t want to repeat it,” she agreed with him.
“Good,” he said, sounding satisfied. “Let’s see how well you can walk.”
Practically lifting her naked body to its feet, he put an arm about her waist and led her into the cooler air of the night toward the welcoming comfort of her room. Though he was kind to her as he let her wash off in the shower, he remained firm, with little warmth to share as he tethered her to the bed for the night. She remained in the heavy collar. It would be dreadfully uncomfortable to sleep in but she hadn’t the nerve to ask that he change it for the other. The sheets were inviting and the bed was soft, though Adam added another measure of discomfort by tethering her ankles to the footboard. It was a subtle change that probably wouldn’t effect her sleep, but if she tried to turn in the night, she’d be quickly reminded how he contained and controlled her. Adam wanted to be inside her every second, even those seconds that she might have called her own—those precious hours of the night.
“How long did you leave me in the shed?” she asked, seeing it was still dark outside.
He looked at his watch, “two hours.”
“Just two hours?” She was shocked.
“You can see it wasn’t all night,” he said pointing to the sky outside her window.
“But, I was certain …”
He gave her one brief smirk. “Perhaps I should have left you longer?”
“Oh, no!”
“Next time you can count on it.”
“There won’t be a next time,” she said shaking her head defiantly.
“That remains to be seen how well you remember when the memory’s not so fresh.”
With that, the blindfold went over her eyes and she lay back to sleep. For a moment Adam remained with her, stroking her cheek. If only she could see the expression on his face.
“Perhaps you’d like to know, Eden, I have the shed regularly treated for pests, termites, spiders, and even mice—if that’s where your fears lie. Oh, there’s the off chance that one would show up, but it was treated just ten days ago. I’d be surprised if I was actually offering you as bait to anything that might have eaten you. And the scratching noise was just a pesky raccoon—my pet. He’d never get in, I assure you of that. No, you were quite safe in my shed. It’s here in my house, in these rooms where you’re not so safe. And it’s not spiders and mice you have to fear. I think you’d better look for that fear in another place.” He paused, rising to his feet. “Sweet dreams.”
She sensed the light go out and her night finally begin. Though he assured her otherwise, she nonetheless felt safer between these soft sheets.
***
About dawn, Eden woke, surprised to find Adam in bed with her. His body was warm, his kisses to her cheeks and mouth ripe and full, his groin enormous with the erection that she’d seen just once. Pressed between her thighs it seemed larger than she remembered it. As he moved inside her depths, she welcomed him, her hands clutched to his back drawing him tight to her as he rode hard into the tight tunnel of her cunt. He kneaded her flesh with a rapturous zeal, his hands squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples until she wanted to scream. She kept her peace, afraid to cry to loudly. But it wasn’t pain she felt so much as the abrupt taking of her energy he demanded. That energy squelched for days as she went through Adam’s vigorous mind training, he suddenly opened the floodgates of desire and that shot through her in sudden blasts of body joy.
“Ahh yessss,” she hissed, feeling an orgasmic wave begin to mount. She bucked back against his invading groin with as much fury as Adam was pouring into her. She kissed him heartily a hundred times, with small kisses and then with wide-opened mouth ones that seemed to join them as one being with one body. His skin was smooth, but like a man’s, not soft. His smell was earthy and dark. His muscles were controlling, expanding and contacting as he held her, fucked her, made love and rocked about the bed with her. When she was on top of him, her pussy danced on his cock’s head as a flirtatious smirk broke out on his face. He grabbed what hair he could from behind her and pulled tight. Another wave of energy broke free and she was driving herself into his erection while his groin remained immobile, letting her fuck him as hard as she could ride his cock, as fast as her limbs would allow, as forcefully as she could make her body respond. He liked her ravenous, his cock seeming to grow larger each time her bottom moved down on him.
With two of his fingers suddenly driving into her asshole, she felt another swell of brisk energy shoot through her. He held on to her by her ass, driving those fingers as deeply as they would go. She whimpered softly, yet kept up the heated fuck, swimming in this first among many firsts, this first sex with her dear master.
Every ounce of her ached from the force. When he began slapping her behind, the sting fused with all the other sharp sensations into a brew that was wild with need, her cunt screaming inside itself wanting to leap over the edge. But she wanted Adam to cum first, to throb inside and shoot rough so
she could come down on his prick with muscles tight and milk him dry.
And so he did.
Letting loose a lusty groan, the earthy sound was nasty music for Eden’s ears. He rolled her over on her back for the end, and pressed himself to the hilt then came. As he did, she began like rolling thunder bucking hard into him and screaming as a sharp blast hit her insides and moved outward in a never-ending wave.
Done, Adam collapsed on top of her then fell away to leave her sweaty from their mingled perspiration, and then to cool when the breezes of the country morning drifted in the window.
Only as she was letting the last of the amazing moment linger on did she realize that her tethers had been undone and she had moved freely with him as they made love. She turned on her side and moved close so she could lay her head on his chest and listen to his heart beat. Though that tender moment only lasted a few seconds Eden was at peace.
chapter nine
Eden wore a sundress into town. Suddenly appearing one morning lying on her bed after she got out of the shower, she was surprised to see one of Leanna’s vanished dresses waiting for her to put on.
Downstairs she found Adam in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
“Am I late?” she asked him.
“No. I’m early,” he replied. “I wanted to get a fast start on the day. We’re going to town so I thought you might need something to wear.”
“How thoughtful,” she said.
“Don’t go sounding sarcastic, or I’ll make you go naked,” he warned.
“Oh, but I’m not sarcastic at all,” she purred sweetly as she smiled.
They spent three hours running errands together, Adam busily taking care of business that wasn’t Eden’s to worry about. The Crossings was a small village, alternately quaint and modern. She was unused to people after nearly ten days in the remote universe of Adam’s cottage and garden. And these people were particularly strange to her, that kind of down home country folk with easy smiles, some with craggy faces, some mundane, few that seemed inspiring though they were comfortable and easy to be around. She was a different person dressed in her loose sundress with her dark brown hair tousled freely into its mass of curls. Only her eyes remained the same—clear sharp blue that made people look at her in awe. Looking in shop windows she hardly recognized herself without the yellow-white atop her head. Yet, something sensuous brewed in her being this other woman that belonged to Adam Cady.
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