Let me begin by stating that this story is purely fictional. None of this has ever happened, although it has been a fantasy of mine. My imagination works wonders for myself when I am alone, and I hope you will enjoy this story as much as I do. Please do not comment if you do not have anything constructive to say. Also, please note that no one is making you read this, so if you don’t like it, please click on a different story to your preference. There is also a lot of background information before the sex, so please take that into consideration. This is the first story I have written down, so please be kind.
My eyes were closed; it was darker in the room than it was behind my eyelids. There was no sound, no smell, no life; except mine. Just the silent dark that surrounded me. I don’t know how long I sat there, waiting. Seconds, minutes, hours, days. Time blended together. My body felt like it had melted into the stone it was chained to before life was heard.
The floor creaked above my head. You could tell the person was a male just by the heavy sound of each step and by the ways the floors creaked, as he carried himself. He sounded strong, maybe a body builder, or someone with a little extra weight. I couldn’t tell. They were taking their time, walking through what I assumed was their house. The repetitive sound of my captor walking became a comfort to me. I wasn’t left alone to die. Maybe if I could give them the amount of money, or whatever it is they wanted, they would let me go. And maybe the moon was made out of cheese.
The sound of a door opening redirected my attention. Light flooded the basement, and I was grateful that my eyes were closed, or I would have been blinded by the brightness of the light. I realized that I hadn’t been frightened, until now. A small whimper escaped my lips. The heavy set of footsteps descending the stairs was enough to make me shudder. I attempted to push myself tighter against the wall, but to no avail.
Cold air slithered across my skin, making goose bumps crawl over my arms and legs. Again, I shivered. He approached me, and his scent assaulted me. Purely male, masculine, intoxicating. Another shiver ran though my body, but not from the cold. A deep, throaty laugh escaped from him, ending in what almost seemed like a growl. Almost like an animal capturing their prey. I guess that’s what I was to him, nothing but a delicious piece of meat. His breath washed across my face, this also intoxicating, with a hint of cinnamon.
“Look at me.” He demanded. It obviously wasn’t a request.
My eyes stayed closed; he sounded familiar, smelled familiar.
“Look at me.” He demanded again, his voice beginning to rise.
Panic began to eat at my chest.
Suddenly, his hand made contact with my check, making my ears ring and my head exploded with stars.
“Look at ME!” He commanded, his fingers entwining themselves in my hair, pulling my head back painfully.
A whimper escaped me, and I opened my eyes a little to adjust to the light. My eyes widened in shock, blinding my temporarily.
The man who had kidnapped me, taken me against my will, was no other person than…
“Hey! I’m almost done for the day. I’ll lock up for you. You don’t have to stay for me!” I shouted out to my boss, waving excitedly. He knew I was a work-a-holic and that I would spend hours just doing one project. He was looking exhausted, and I thought I could help him out a little.
“Thanks, Sefa.” He called back, a look of relief washing over his face, “I’ll give you the keys in a minute. I just have to finish printing the new office hours. Do you mind if I have you down for six days next week? I really need your help.”
I beamed over at him. “No problem! You know I love the work! I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but the more I work, the more money I make. The more money I make, the easier it is to pay bills!”
“The economy sucks right now, but I’m not letting you go right now. You’re the best worker I’ve ever had! You should be getting a raise for the amount of work you do. Especially because you’ve been here for a couple of years.”
“You don’t need to give me a raise. I just need more work and I’ll be fine. Besides, I wouldn’t want someone thinking I got a raise because my boss has a crush on me.”
He blushed at the comment and handed me the keys without a comment. Laughing, I accepted his keys and shook my head.
“Sorry if that got a little too personal there. I just wanted to see a smile on that tired looking face of yours. Why don’t you go home, take a bath, watch some old time movies with a bottle of your favorite wine and go to bed?”
He looked at me funny.
“That’s what I would do, but then again, I’m a female.”
We both laughed at this. I opened my eyes to glance at him again. Yes, he was attractive, and tall, and everything I’ve always wanted in a man, but he was my boss.
But he was 6’2, with brown hair and blue eyes, tanned skin. Probably Italian. The most perfect white teeth, with no overlap. And he has never had braces. His voice was deep and masculine, with a hint of cinnamon. Delicious.
“Sefa. Seeeefa!! Earth to Sefa!!” His voice snapped me out of my day dreams.
“W-What?” I stammered, my face turning red.
A grin appeared on his face, “You were staring.”
My eyes glued to the floor, my blush continuing to heat up my face. His hand slipped under my chin, and tilted my face up.
“I think its cute.” He whispered before patting my cheek with his hand and turning away.
I stood still for a few minutes while he packed up his stuff. I never thought that he would think I was cute, or sexy, or really anything. I shook my head and walked, silently, back to my desk. I stared at my computer for a few minutes, blankly, running over what just happened.
I didn’t hear Brent approach me, but he placed his hand on my shoulder. I jumped at the sudden touch, but stilled as his lips rested on the top of my head, kissing my quickly.
“After you done just turn off the lights and lock up. You can give me my keys when I see you next.”
I nodded in agreement, not trusting my voice. I could feel his smile before he turned and walked out of the door. I listened as the elevator rose and dinged. I shook my head and began on my work once more.
I was finally done with work, my last project finished to perfection. I felt as exhausted as Brent looked from when I last saw him. I dragged myself off of my chair and slipped off my heels. I took out those insta-shoe things and placed them on my feet, glad that I was able to be relax my feet. Grabbing my purse and my bag, I cleaned up my cubicle and looked around at the office one last time. It felt eerie to be here while no one else was around. Shivering, I shook my head. My imagination was running off with me again. I giggled at my own unease but I raced towards the door. Shutting off the lights, I quickly locked the door and shoved the keys in my purse.
Unfortunately, I had to wait for the elevator. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. I quickly got into the machine, and pressed the “ground” button. At least I didn’t have to walk far to my car. I would feel better as soon as I got inside the metal contraption and drove off.
I finally got to my car. I looked at my watch. Jeeze. It was 10:00pm! Holy shit! I really needed to get home, and relax. Thank goodness it was the weekend! Just what I needed; a wonderful, wonderful break. I took out my car keys and I unlocked my small Mazda.
Suddenly, I felt someone behind me. Before I could do anything, my hands were held behind my back and my body was pushed against the side of my car, painfully. A hand was covering my mouth. I could feel the raging hard-on against my lower back and the strong muscles of a male body.
“Now listen here. You aren’t going to scream, you aren’t going to struggle. You cannot get away from me, not even if you run. If you do manage to run, I will just drag your sexy ass painfully back over here to begin the cycle again. If you scream, I will rip off those panties of yours, shove them in your mouth, and put ductape across your lips. That will be extremely painful ripping the sensitive skin off your lips. Now, I want you to nod if you understand.”
I nodded frantically, my heart pounding in my ears. A chuckle brushed across my skin as he pressed his lips to my throat. His tongue snaked out and licked the side of my throat before blowing air on the wet spot. I attempted not to shiver, but my body refused to listen to my brain. Again, he chuckled. I couldn’t help but whimper.
“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. You aren’t going to scream, are you?” He asked, already sure of the answer. My stomach fell to the floor but I shook my head.
“Good girl.” He stated, but his fingers removed themselves from my lips. A tear fell down my cheek, and my lower lip began to tremble.
“What do you want with me?” I asked my voice barely above a whisper.
“I am going to make you mine. Forever.” He responded.
There was a sensation on my wrists, and a certain tightness that was too strong for just hands. I began to squirm, now realizing that the opportunity for my escape was closing. Tears were running freely down my face and a sob escaped my lips. He laughed, and loosened his grip. I stumbled forward, tripping over my own feet. I fell to the ground, hitting my side on the pavement. I whimpered as I saw the looming figure standing above me.
“It seems you didn’t get far.” He chuckled. I attempted to scoot away as he kneeled, but he grabbed my ankle.
“Please don’t hurt me! Please let me go!” I begged, trying to get away from him. “I have money in my bag, you can have the car, but just please let me go!”
This statement seemed to have angered him. Malice flashed in his eyes before he reached up my skirt. Now I really began crying and squirming. He was going to rape me right here! He grabbed onto my panties and yanked them down my legs and off my ankles.
“I’ve had enough of your jibber jabber. Now time to shut you up!” He growled at me, forcing my panties into my mouth, just like he promised he would. I attempted to spit them out but he just shoved them deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag. He took ductape out of his pocket and ripped of a piece, covering my mouth with it.
Tears continued to fall down my face, but I dare not do anything except lay there. He stood up and looked at me, his hard-on very visible now. He licked his lips, causing a shiver to run down my spine. My body shouldn’t have been acting this way. I could feel my own wetness between my legs. Again, he chuckled. Turning away from me, he finished unlocking my car and took my purse and my bag and put them in the passenger seat.
Confused, I stayed still, watching his every movement. He opened up the back seat and moved some things to the trunk. He finally came over to me. He took out a black cloth from his pocket and placed it over my eyes. I whimpered as he tied it behind my head. He picked me up in his arms and slid me into the back seats. He took the care to buckle me in and cover me with a blanket. The door closed by my feet and a few seconds went by before the one by my head opened.
“I’m sorry, Sefa. But this is an extra precaution to make sure you don’t know where we are until I trust you not to run.”
Something covered my nose. It was sickly sweet, and then it smelled pungent and rotten. I began to panic, but before I could even lift my head, darkness enveloped me.
“I bet you have a lot of questions, but now is not the time to ask them. I assume that you are thirsty, hungry, and you have to relieve yourself. I also assume you want to shower?”
I couldn’t help but stare at him. The shock had made my body go numb. I just continued to stare at him blankly.
“As it seems this was more than a little shock to you, we will start off with relieving yourself as well as a shower.” He stated as he unlocked my hands from the wall. They fell to the floor and I could barley register the stinging slap they endured. He placed a collar around my neck and pulled me to my feet. He hooked a lead onto the collar and began walking me to the stairs. We ascended the steps and he led me through the house. We reached the bathroom and he motioned towards the toilet. I bit at my lips, a blush rising to my face when it was clear he wasn’t leaving. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up my skirt and sat down. I kept my face lowered as my body let go of everything. It was beyond embarrassing. He continued to watch me coolly, his hand never leaving the lead.
After I finished, I wiped myself off, stood, pulled my skirt down, and then flushed. He nodded as I waited patiently.
“Good. Now remove your clothing.” He demanded.
I bit at my lips again, but I began to strip, my face becoming redder and redder. Finally, I was down to my skin. I used my hands to cover up my body, and I was shivering. He bent over, took my dirty clothes, and unclipped my leash.
“When you’re finished showering, knock on the door and I will let you out.”
I nodded and he left, the sound of the lock clicking behind him. I turned the water on hot and stepped on in.
I felt a little refreshed, but exhausted. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. Walking over to the door, I knocked a few times making sure my body was wrapped in a towel. I heard the sound of the door being unlocked and he swung the door open.
“No.” He stated, taking in my towel and the collar being left by the sink.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“No.” He stated again. With a few movements, he grabbed the collar and yanked off my towel. I covered myself with my hands while he placed the collar back around my neck.
“This collar stays on you at all times. Now, would you like something to eat or something to drink?”
Too exhausted to argue about the collar, I shook my head. “To me honest, Brent, I just want to sleep…” A hand went up to cover a yawn and he nodded.
Stepping forward, he clipped the lead back on my collar and led me through his Master bedroom to a smaller room. Inside was a huge cage with a bed inside it, two bowls and a pole in the middle of the room. He walked me over to the cage and he opened it, pushing me inside. He unclipped the lead and closed the cage door behind me. I curled up in a ball, pulling a blanket over me and resting my head on a pillow. He locked the cage before walking out of the room and locking that door as well. Before I could even look around, I gave into sleep.
“Wake up!” The voice and the sound of my cage rattling sunk into my unconsciousness and forced me to surface from my deep sleep. I blinked open my eyes and yawned. I began to stretch, but one look around me told that I was not in my house. I whipped my head around to see Brent standing at the opening to the cage, staring intently at me. Looking down, I realized that I was naked and I quickly covered myself up with a blanket.
“Come here.” He commanded, pointing in front of him. Now that I was fully awake and functional, I glared at him, pushing myself against the opposite side of the cage.
He growled, staring at me, pointing to the floor once again.
“Come.” He demanded. Again, I did not go near him.
Finally fed up, he leaned inside my cage and grabbed a hold of my hair, making me yelp and wince in pain. He roughly dragged me out, not stopping when I stumbled.
“Let go of me! You sick bastered!! LET ME GO!” I screamed at him, clawing at his hand. I kept attempting to stop following him, but he continued to tug me along at an alarming rate. Again, I stumbled, and this time I really did fall.
“Would you stop it?! Let me go!” I continued screaming at him, kicking out and flailing. Not one of my hits made its mark.
I felt myself being flipped over. Something was shoved in my mouth and I couldn’t spit it out, but I continued to protest. Just like the day before, he tied my hands behind my back.
“This is what uncooperative bitches get when they don’t obey their Master.” He stated, pulling me up so I kneeling but my chest was pushed against the ground.
I stilled when I heard the sound of a belt being undone and then the sound of a zipper. Now he was going to rape me. I could feel it in my bones. I glanced back as much as possible and I saw his pants were down past his hips and he was kneeling with his cock in his hand.
My eyes widened when I saw his weapon. Thankfully it was not longer than nine inches, but it was extremely thick. I began to panic, attempting to move my body away. He was going to tear me to pieces!!
He laughed when he heard my whimper, putting one of his hands on my hips to keep me in place. Tears began flowing down my cheeks and I was begging, incoherently, for him to stop. I felt him putting the tip of his cock at my entrance. He began to push forward, gasping out. Although I wasn’t a virgin, it had been more than a year sense I had sex.
His other hand came to rest on my other hip. Without so much as a warning, he thrust into me, pulling me back against his cock. I screamed in pain, writhing in front of him. He stilled, his own labored breathing reaching my ears.
“So tight.” He spoke, more to himself than to me. “So good.”
My face turned a bright red, but I continued to cry. For a few minutes he stayed still, reveling in the tightness of my pussy. Then he reached down and began to flick my clit. I jumped at the unexpectedness of it, but he continued playing with it, causing jolts of electricity to run all over my body. Beginning to tremble, I shook my head, my body reacting to his attention.
“That’s right my little slut. Before I’m done with you, I am going to make you orgasm all over my cock. Multiple times.” He laughed.
I didn’t want my body to react, but it was betraying me. I could feel myself slowly grow wetter, and my whole body was shaking and shivering. He didn’t move, but he continued to assault my clit which had now gotten bigger to mimic my arousement. By now I was gasping, trying to fight off my oncoming orgasm. Unfortunately, to no avail. With a few more flicks, I screamed, my back arching. Wave after wave of pulsating pleasure rippled through my body. My pussy clamped down hard on his cock, and his own gasp of pleasure filled my ears. I couldn’t move… I didn’t want to.
Before the last wave left my body, he began to move. Slowly. His cock left my pussy, and I felt empty before he pushed it back in, filling me more than completely. Again, slowly out, then slowly in. Soon my pussy began to adjust to his size and length. It actually began to feel… good…
But that was not to last. He retreated, than stopped, keeping only his head inside my aching pussy. He leaned forward and untied my hands.
“You can take out your gag now.” He commented softly. I removed the thing from my mouth before raising the front half of my body to the same level as my bottom. I licked my lips but I said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
He didn’t, keeping still. He prolonged my torture when the only thing I wanted was for him to fill me up again. I whimpered and began attempting to push back against him, but the hands on my hips kept me still. Soon I began moaning and whimpering, squirming. I wanted him-No-I needed him to fill me up again. To fuck my brains out until I came all over his cock once again. The only thought that registered with my brain was, more!
“What?” I responded.
He quickly thrust into me, causing me to moan again before pulling out to his earlier position.
“I know you want to be fucked. I know you want to be filled up by my cock. I know you want to orgasm.”
I nodded in time, agreeing with each of these statements.
“So I want you to beg. I want to hear you say how much you need me to fuck you, how much you need me to fill up your tight little pussy, how much you want to orgasm all over my cock. Beg.”
My face turned red once again, hearing him say my desires out loud was more than I could bare. I shook my head.
“Fine.” He responded, and began to pull out of me completely.
“No!” I shouted, moving back against his cock. “Please no. Don’t pull out of my pussy. Please…” I whimpered, almost in tears again.
“What do you want me to do with my cock then, you whore?”
“Please. I need… I need… I need you to push your cock all the way inside me. I need to feel your cock filling me up. I need you to fuck me anyway you want! I need to cum all over your cock! Please don’t pull out of me! Please don’t! I need it, I need you! Please fuck me!! Please!!” I begged as well as I knew how.
I could feel his grin against my back before he dug his fingers into my skin and he plunged deep into me. A moan was ripped from my lips and my body trembled. He didn’t even bother to slow down. He began fucking me violently, the sound of flesh hitting wet flesh filling the room. The only time you didn’t hear the slapping sound was when another moan was ripped from my lips, or a delicious gasp from Brent.
With a few more thrusts, my second orgasm ripped through my body, causing me to scream. I turned my face into my arm and bit down on my own flesh to muffle the sound. Brent gasped with the violence of my orgasm, and he soon followed.
I was able to keep myself up. Falling to the floor, his cock slipped out of me, spurting the last of his cum all over my back. My breath was coming out in labored breaths and the sound of a zipper and a belt being redone could be heard. The ground retreated from beneath me as he picked me up in his arms. He cradled my exhausted body against his before setting me back into my cage. His lips touched my forehead and he tucked me in. My eyes shut for the second time that day.
The smell of cooking eggs woke me. Stretching, I yawned and opened my eyes. I really had to use the restroom again. And a shower would have been nice as well. I felt sticky, and sore. Shame filled my body. I had begged to be raped by my boss. I didn’t understand why I did that, but it felt so good, so right, at the time. I was so embarrassed. I was relieved that I was left alone for a while. I could collect my thoughts and maybe walk out of here with some dignity. But then again, it was still only Saturday. I assumed that what he planned wasn’t just for the weekend, but for life.
Eventually, the door to my small room opened up. Brent stood there in leather pants. No shirt or shoes, and definitely no boxers. He looked calm and cool, in control. Well, he could control me with just a simple word. I didn’t want to have to go through the hair pulling situation again. He walked over to my cage and opened the door. He pointed to the ground in front of him. Quickly, I climbed out from under the covers and I stumbled in my haste to get to where he pointed. After untangling myself from the captive bed covers, I crawled over to him, beyond embarrassed now.
A smirk appeared on his face, but he said nothing. Instead, he bent down and clipped the leash to my collar and he tugged twice. He began to leave and I followed, wincing at the pain in my knees. He led me into his dining room and pressed down on my back, making me sit while he disappeared in what smelled like the kitchen.
A few moments later, he appeared with a plate for himself. My stomach gurgled when the sight of food registered with my brain. I blushed deeply, and I bowed my head. He laughed and went into the kitchen, returning with a glass of what appeared to be orange juice.
“Would you like something to eat as well?” He asked me, mockery in his voice.
“Yes, Please.” I responded, keeping my head down. If it was anyone else, I would have punched them in the face, but him; he could change my life. He could fire me and make sure no one else would hire me. Also, he was twenty or so times stronger than me. He could knock me out in a few seconds. I was at his mercy.
The door opened again and he came back in with two doggie dishes. Lovely. They had my name written in script on the side. Wonderful. I was going to be treated like a dog. He placed both the dishes in front of me, and, thankfully, they were filled with eggs, chopped sausage, and mashed hash browns instead of dog food. The other was filled with orange juice as well.
“You may eat.” He stated, before sitting in his chair and taking dignified bites of his breakfast.
I stared into my bowl for a few seconds, the saliva building in my mouth. Was I really going to eat out of a dog dish? Another heartbeat and I already had my face in my bowl, trying not to make a mess. In between bites, I lapped at my Oj. I finished my meal ravenously; glad to have something in my tummy. I glanced up at Brent and he was still working on his eggs. I had become the animal he wanted me to be. He glanced down at me before patting his thigh. I crawled over to him and placed my head on his lap. He pet my head before continuing his meal in silence.
When he finished, he lifted my face in his hands and began wiping away any bits of food that were still on it. I blushed, but he didn’t seem to mind. He stood and took my bowls, his plate, and his glass back into the kitchen. Now I really had to pee. Looking around, I saw the door to the bathroom standing ajar and I began to crawl to it. Just when I also reached it, my collar shocked me and I yelped. It continued shocking me until I backed up a few paces. Brent rushed out of the kitchen to see me attempting to take the damn collar off.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” He yelled at me, yanking me up by my hair, “and where the hell do you think you were going?!”
“I had to use the restroom, so I went over to it and suddenly this damn collar shocked me for no reason!! I want it off!” I exclaimed between tightly clenched teeth. I wouldn’t cry this time.
Suddenly, he dropped let go of my hair and let my drop to the floor.
“First of all, that collar is not coming off. It has a digital finger printing device so only I can take it off. Second, you need to ASK if you need to go more than thirty feet away from me. It shocks you when you are more than thirty feet away from me so you don’t try to escape. The further you go, the more painful and paralyzing the thing will become. If you can stand the pain and you go too far, it will paralyze you so I can come and get you.” He explained. “Now you can use the restroom because its now within the thirty feet range.”
I glared at him before standing up and walking into the bathroom. Before he could join me, I slammed the door in his face and locked it. I let myself simmer in anger for a few minutes before using the restroom. After, I unlocked the door but stayed inside. I had to inspect my body.
Bruises covered my chest and my hips from where slammed me against my car and where he held onto my hips. My knees had rug burn and the inside of my thighs were bruised as well. The inside corners of my lips were raw and tender from the ball gag being inside my mouth. My wrists had a light rope burn and my scalp ached. I was a mess. I began crying because I looked so horrible. A light knock at the door startled me, and I turned my back toward the door, resting my head against the cabinet.
Brent opened the door, and peeked inside. “I came to give you some stuff for your bruises and burns.” He commented, leaving a first aid kit on the side of the sink. “Knock when you’re done, and feel free to shower.” He closed the door and locked the outside lock before his footsteps disappeared. Sighing, I turned on the water, as hot as I could get it, and stood under it letting it relax my muscles.
I knocked on the door, my bruises and cuts attended to. I didn’t kneel because my knees were still sore, and they were covered in a thick layer of goop. Brent unlocked the door, and opened it slightly. He raised his eyebrows at me and I felt like I had to explain myself.
“I’m sorry. I was a little disturbed when the collar shocked me… I flipped out… And my knees are covered in a layer of the stuff you gave me, so I can’t really kneel…” I trailed off as I kept my eyes locked on the floor.
He grunted once, attached a lead to my collar, and walked me out of the room. I followed him to his bedroom, and through a door I hadn’t noticed until now. Inside, there was a wall with a curtain across it, a few device thingies, as well as a table and a chair.
“Sit.” He commanded, pointing at the chair while freeing me from the leash.
I obeyed, walking over to the thing and slowly sitting it in, hoping it wasn’t a trap or anything. He just stood in front of the table and stared at me.
Moments ticked by and the silence grew. My own heartbeat began to speed up, and I began to squirm. A brief smile touched him lips before it vanished.
Finally, he spoke.
“I am going to give you a choice, Sefa. This choice is for you to make. Your answer will affect everything. Do you understand?”
“You can leave now. Leave, and still keep your job, continue doing the work I know you can, and end this relationship now. Or, you can stay with me, obey my wishes, and let me free your mind and soul. I know I was rough on you early this morning, but I wanted to make sure if you chose to be in this relationship with me you knew what you were getting into. Some days I will kidnap you, and take you away and hide you from the world. But other times, I will be like a lover and treat you well. You will obey all of my commands, no matter what, no matter where, no matter when. The choice is yours to make.”
I sat, stunned. I could leave, I could leave right now if I wanted to! And he wasn’t forcing me to stay by manipulating my need for a job. He said I could keep it! But… This morning… he was cradling my face in his lap, stroking my hair. It felt so right… Even the roughness of the kidnapping and the rape felt right. The way he made me beg for him to fuck me. Could I really give that up?
I stared at my hands for a few more minutes, debating with myself. He didn’t do anything to pressure me, he didn’t rush my answer. I bit at my lower lips.
“If I chose to leave, you won’t stop me? None of this will be repeated, and I could go on living my life as I normally would?” I asked.
“Without the constant attention from me, yes.” He sighed, walking over to the corner, picking up a black bag, and forcing himself to return. He placed it on the table, and opened it. Inside were brand new work clothes, exactly like the ones that were ruined as well as sweats and a new bra and panties.
“You may leave at any time.” He stated, turning away from me.
“I’m not done making my decision yet.”
“What? I thought you wanted to leave.”
“It was just a simple question.”
Hope filled his eyes and tugged at my heart.
“If I stay, I will have to do to everything you say. Will I be able to discuss things with you without fear of punishment?”
“If you say you want to discuss things, I will not punish you but the final decision is mine to make. If you disobey me after I have made my final decision, I will have the right to punish you.”
I nodded at this, and stood from my chair. Taking a deep breath, I calmed my nerves.
“I would like to stay.”
He turned towards me, shock on his face. I bet he assumed I was leaving. When it finally registered with his brain that I wasn’t going anywhere, his shock turned into an evil grin.
Striding toward me, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
“You are mine until I am done with you. You are no longer a human, you are my toy. You have no rights and your only purpose in life is to obey me. Is that understood my slave?” He growled in my ear, making a shiver run down my spine and goose bumps rise alone my skin.
“Yes…. Yes, Master.”
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