Chapter 9
Master
Wall after wall, I had watched them come crumbling down. For the first time, my slave was truly breaking for fear of what was to come. Diane appeared nothing more than a little girl as she had tried to curl into herself, retreating more into an object meant to restrain her for my infliction of pain and pleasure. And, oh, what twisted, sick fantasies danced in my head as I watched.
The sky was the limit. I could do whatever I wanted, in the environment I’d longed to be a part of for more than merely using fear tactics. The basement may have been for show, but it held such a vital part of who I was. What I dreamed of someday sharing with the perfect submissive.
Could I have it with her? I knew regardless of the terror on her face, she would take everything I craved to give. Somewhere, rooted deep within, she wanted this. For how long was questionable. But I wouldn’t think about that now. Just what was before me—beauty, perfection cloaked in fear-inspired awe.
I walked around to stand behind her, raking my nails down her back as her body shook. She turned her face back toward the leather she was lying on, trying to hide just like a little girl. My suit jacket fell to the floor, but I hardly remembered taking it off. Nothing registered aside from what was before me. Even Rosa wouldn’t have gone this far. I hadn’t even tried to make her. But Diane, she was different. She’d give me it all. Every fucked up fantasy I had ever dreamed of.
I undid button after button of my shirt, exposing me to the cold air that filled the flickering space. My breath came out uneven, adrenaline peaked to the max as different scenarios played out in my head. I reared back, bringing the crop down over her ass hard while I weeded through them. Diane jumped at the impact and her scream only had me bringing it down again, right next to where I’d connected the first time.
I ripped my shirt off, undoing my belt with one hand as I let the flat end of the crop make a path down her back. In a quick succession of five strikes, I worked my way toward her hip, avoiding the sensitive kidney area. She pulled against the cuffs, her ass moving back toward me the slightest amount. The wetness between her legs that greeted my fingers had my eyes closing. So, she was turned on. I wanted her to be, but not so much yet.
My lids lifted and I flew forward, fitting myself over her body and placing the length of the crop under her chin, pulling back. More sounds poured from her mouth, a sob breaking through.
“Do you like to be cut, slave?”
Loudly, she tried to scream, thrashing her head.
“I’d like to paint your body with your blood. How do you think it’ll look under my lights? Black? Glimpses of red before it fades back to the dark color? I know you saw the instruments.”
My cheek pushed against hers, tears wetting my skin. I leaned back, running my tongue up to taste them. That’d do. I held in the smile as I removed the crop and let her head lower. The shaking that took over her body again, left my cock twitching behind the restraint of my pants. I ground against her before standing.
Whack! Whack! Whack! The sound of my crop against her flesh made me hard as steel.
A loud cry came from her mouth as she tried looking back. I knew she wanted to see if I was going for the scalpels or saws. It was half-tempting. Maybe I would cut her. My head turned toward the table as I made a point to look between it and her. As I walked more into her view, I took a few steps back. Her head began shaking the further away I got. Muffled sounds grew in pitch until they were blood curdling screams.
Blindly, I reached for the tool at the end. The smallest. I knew this had to happen. If Ronnie and Caylee were still invading her nightmares, then I wasn’t doing my job. Diane needed to know there were worse things than death, things she could embrace in the here and now. It was the only way this would work.
Still, my smile persisted. The edge of my mouth lifted as I slowly walked toward her, exposing the scalpel held at my side. Come on, baby, cry harder. There we go. She thrashed against the cuffs wildly as I approached. Three steps and I moved where she couldn’t see me anymore. Her volume only increased, overpowering the loud music meant to instill fear and assault the senses.
I brought the crop down over the other side of her ass. The strobe mimicked her shudder. The stillness that followed after the slap only told me she thought the blade was close. Wouldn’t want to get cut by accident, would you now, slave? A laugh almost came at my thoughts. Damn, I was enjoying this too much. It only reaffirmed just how fucked up I was.
Repeatedly, I began to slap against her, searching for the perfect spot on her pale skin that I wanted to scar. I’d leave my mark for her to remember me by; a reminder for the rest of her life of what would happen if I found her seeking death again. What would it be, a small M on her arm? Her shoulder? More toward the front where she could see it?
I dropped the crop and my weight settled over her back, causing her to jerk. With no room to really move, she couldn’t budge me. It only had her crying harder. Tears left the leather wet, allowing my hand to slide up her face to lift it to fit alongside mine.
“Now, now, slave.” My cheek went back to rest on hers like before. “This is only going to hurt a little. What’s important is how much it will please me. That should ease your fears.”
I displayed the scalpel before her, twisted it back and forth in my fingers so she could see. The heaving left my chest moving to the frantic rhythm of hers. With my free hand, I grabbed the tape, pulling it off slowly, giving her access to speak.
“Please,” she sobbed. “I don’t want you to do this.”
Her pleas struck a chord in another part of my personality, but I knew what had to be done. “Maybe I don’t want you to disobey me anymore.”
“I won’t,” she sniffled. “I promise.” The for sure tone was almost believable, but I didn’t want to risk it. She needed to see what I was capable of. What I could do if I wanted.
“I don’t believe you.”
Her hand jerked in the cuff and I grabbed it, flipping over her wrist, watching the strobe light bring her bright red scars to life. “Maybe I’ll cut alongside these. Maybe if you’re lucky, I won’t miss the vein.”
Diane froze beneath me and I waited to determine how she’d take to the test. My pulse spiked as I flattened the small blade and traced it over the delicate skin, letting her feel the kiss of the cold metal.
“No,” she said, shaking her head, her voice so full of fear that my eyes drifted closed. Relief barely registered as she began talking again. “Not like this. Use the gun. I want it over faster than it takes to bleed out.”
A sound tore from my throat before I could stop it. Still, she chose death over life. Worse, she chose death over me. Rage and jealousy seared my insides, burning a hole through my chest and traveling to expel heat from behind my eyes. I reached for the cuffs, unfastening them long enough to flip her. Her back bridged over the curve as I attempted to buckle her back in. Before I could read her movements, her head flew forward, connecting with my cheek, sending pain flaring and pulsing down to the bottom of my jaw.
I was back on her before she could so much as move.
“You’re going to pay for that, slave.”
“It’ll be worth it if you’re sporting a black eye tomorrow,” she yelled, victory heavy in her voice. It almost made me smile, but the anger over her previous declaration was still eating away at my mind.
“If my eye is black, you’ll pay more with the scars I’m going to leave behind.”
She stiffened as I wedged one of her arms between us and fastened the cuff to the other I held. Her mouth opened and then shut. She swallowed, looking even more terrified.
What appeared to be betrayal had me pausing. I secured her other wrist, letting my heart rate slow as I stared down at her. Something foreign tugged at an invisible weight resting in the core of my stomach, twisting it as I caught her fearful, hurt expression in the flashes of light. To say it didn’t have me responding sexually was a lie. But that wasn’t what I was confused about. My brain couldn’t process the sensation or thoughts. I blinked repeatedly, trying to grasp what was happening. God, I was softening. Falling, and more than just a little. Fuck...
“Master?”
The music faded out as I rolled the scalpel between my fingers. She’s gotten really good at addressing me. The title rolls from her lips so sweetly. So full of desperate hope. She’s scared, but more so of bleeding. And of me, but not like a woman who would fear her killer. I have her. She’s exactly where I need her to be if I want to continue to help her heal and move on. If…
“Slave,” I lowered, resting my forearms to the sides of her face and wrapping my hands around the curved end of the bench. My fingers gripped to the leather as I reined in my control. The quivering of her lips drew me in for the smallest moment before my eyes rose back to hers. “Whatever you’re imagining is probably not even close to what’s going to happen. I won’t hurt you past what you want. Let go and enjoy this as I do.” What the fuck was I saying? My jaw clenched as I fought the words that tried to break free. I want her to beg me to cut her. To embrace what I hold. No. My head shook as I argued with myself. Diane needed to leave here. She deserved more than this life. More than what I could give.
She kept quiet, trying to hold my gaze. The dipping of her eyes came every few seconds as she contemplated whatever was going through her mind. I didn’t let her think long. My hand lowered to the side of her face and traced a path down to her throat, squeezing enough to have my hips pushing forward so my cock rubbed against her folds.
“I love that you’re a part of this. You,” I breathed out, brushing my lips over hers. The more I thrust along the outside of her pussy, the wetter she became. It was perfection in the making. I knew I ruined my façade, but I couldn’t help the small amount of relief that gave me. For her to witness me as a monster was great, but that wasn’t all I was. What if she saw the other side of me too?
A moan slipped past her lips and I drank it in with everything I had. Faster, I ground my cock over her soft flesh. Harder, as a fog settled over my sense of right and wrong. Contemplation was gone. All I knew were the savage needs I’d kept hidden away for so long. They barreled forward, pushing right past my lips.
“Let me cut you. Not deep, just enough to see you bleed. I want it, slave. I want you.”
I massaged my lips back into hers, slipping my tongue in for the briefest moment to taste her. With my hand still on her throat, I continued to flex my fingers, weakening her air supply.
Diane broke from my mouth, gasping for oxygen, delicious sounds pouring from her as her head turned away. I knew she wouldn’t verbally agree to the cutting, but I’d do it anyway. If she denied me, I’d go from there.
My lips traveled to her jaw and I used my thumb to hold her face down further to the side. With my other hand, I slapped her inner thigh. She spread them even wider, doing exactly as I had wanted. But I didn’t stop. I struck the soft skin again, digging my nails in and gripping the flesh. Her hips rotated, pumping her pussy against me, driving me on.
“Cut for cut,” she breathed out, pushing against my fingers to try to turn back to me. I blinked, wondering if I had heard her right or if the song was fucking with my unstable mind. My head lifted from the top of her neck and I brought her face back to mine.
“What did you say?” Anger was there, warping my words despite the fact that I was intrigued. Tempted.
“If I have to bear your sins, you’ll wear mine, too. Only way I’m letting you get anywhere near me with a blade.”
One of my eyebrows rose. “I don’t think you have much of a choice. If I want to carve my name across your lower stomach, like I intend, I will.” Shit. That wasn’t what I had wanted to do at all. My entire name? What I loved to hear slaves say, right there on her skin? I ground into her at the thought.
Her eyes widened, then narrowed as she appeared to get a grip on herself. “You’re getting a deal, if you ask me. Master for Diane. I have one less letter than you. You’d be stupid not to take the opportunity while I present it. I doubt it’ll come around again.”
My head shook. How had she conquered the terror I’d instilled so efficiently, enough to dare to challenge me? I wanted control back. “I said I was going to do to it anyway. How am I getting a deal by letting your name mark my body? Yours will be six feet under in a matter of weeks anyway, if you have your way. I have no plans to die any time soon.”
“Last chance.” Her tone lowered, as did her lids while my fingers moved closer to her entrance. I was fucking well intrigued.
“I think you just want to stab me. How can I trust you with a weapon?”
She swallowed hard, licking her full lips. “I’d much prefer to stab myself, but we both know you won’t let that happen. I’d get satisfaction in making you wear my name for the rest of your damn days for making me suffer like you have.”
Suffer…I almost smiled. “You fucking love it, slave. You were meant for darkness.” Meant for me. “You go first. If you cut too deep or do something stupid, remember that I have you last, and I don’t plan on letting you die any time soon. You’ll pay in the most painful way there is. Every inch of your skin will carry my permanent marks.”
I let my threat sink in as I tried to assess her expression. Was she going to try to seriously harm me? Possibly. So, why was I consenting to this? I’d never in my wildest fucking dreams let this stupid thought cross my mind. Not even in a fantasy. Yet, here I was, unclasping the buckles around her wrists. Handing her the scalpel as if she were the one in control.
The blade came to rest in her lap as her hands hesitantly reached to my stomach, pushing the slacks down to rest low on my hips. I could feel her shaking as she left her fingers pressed against me.
“Do it.” I grabbed the length of her hair, jerking her head back so she had to look up at me. “You watch how deep you cut. One wrong move on your part, accidental or not, will come with consequences you won’t be able to take.”
Blindly, she reached for the tool, raising it to hover next to the hand she still had at my stomach. My heart roared in my ears, overpowering the music as I watched and waited for her to make the wrong move. If I died because of this, it’d be my own fault. Death didn’t scare me, but I was responsible for so many others.
I let go, allowing her face to move forward. Deep, slow breaths left my nose. Control in stressful situations, I thrived in. Pain, I didn’t seek out, but it didn’t necessarily bother me either.
A struggle swept across her lovely features and I waited, letting her process her next move. Pain flared as she pushed, sweeping her hand down what felt like a good three inches in length. The shock registered at the size, but I blocked it out, not breaking my concentration. My jaw clenched at the fiery pain and it only increased as her movement shifted into an arch, finalizing the D. The I and A were fast, slashing movements. Not once did I lower my guard as she finished the N and started on the E.
The name was big, taking up the entire length of my lower stomach. Blood trickled down into the lining of my slacks. With no boxers or briefs, it traveled over the base of my cock, soaked up by the material that covered my thighs. She did well, but I’d somehow known she would.
“Oh my God.” Her eyes shot up to mine, disbelief clearly etched in the lines that furrowed her brow. Her head shook and my hand shot out to her chest, pushing her back over the arch. The scalpel fell as if it had burned her.
“No getting cold feet now. It’s done.” I picked up the blade, pushing the flat sides across my chest, wiping the blood over me. Slowly, I pointed it to her, watching the hand she held to her mouth, fisted from the evident fear. “Your turn.”
Her eyes followed the scalpel, growing wider as I brought it to her skin. She appeared too still, I wasn’t even sure she was breathing. Maybe she wasn’t. I didn’t wait to find out as my adrenaline led my hand down and blood pushed over the blade. A moan nearly came from my mouth while I stared, fascinated at my most secret fantasy came to life before me.
As my hand worked its way lower, I threw glances up to my slave. Her lids were heavy as she made little sounds from the pain. My thumb brushed over her clit as I continued, changing the pitch and tone of her voice. Shit. I took my time, building her up. Taking in the one thing I knew I’d never get again.
“You’re doing great. Almost finished.” Her body was trembling and I knew it was from a mix of the pain and pleasure. My finger slid into her pussy, her channel hugging tightly as I pushed in further, deeper, just like I was doing with the blade. If my cock could ache anymore… God, even though the blood obscured the letters now, I could see it. The raised edge of sliced flesh branding both of us. The different style of our lettering. I wanted Diane more than anything, in our moment. And it was ours. Something only the two of us would share between each other. No one could take it away. What we’d have scarred on our skin would be for life. It’d link us together forever.
Master. Diane. Blood ran free, just like it seeped from both of our hearts from the damage we’d been through. And it would remain forever, laced with the memories we both tried to escape.
I dropped the scalpel and dove to cover her body, crushing my mouth into hers with more passion than brutality. My hands cupped her face and I surged my tongue past her lips, drinking her in, wanting to memorize every little single detail of this night.
“Master.” Fingers bit into my back and I pulled her up, leading her back to the stocks.
“In.”
Without hesitation, she placed her feet through the bottom and inserted her head and hands to rest on the thick wood as I held up the top. The moment she was secured, I came around the front, crouching to kiss her mouth again. A reward for her obedience, but something so much more. No words could explain what I was feeling. The only way I knew how to show it was with the one thing I didn’t give to anyone. Intimacy.
Slowly, I rose and walked backwards, not turning my back on her. My tools rested along the wall and I scanned each one carefully. The cat o’nine tails had me reaching forward, running my fingers over the braided strands and ending on the knots that were close to the bottom. It would be perfect. To say I was pushing it was an understatement, but I had no doubt my slave was exactly where I wanted her. After I got finished fucking her, the cat and I were going to bring her over the edge, right into the Holy Grail of my dream.
“Ready yourself.” I spoke as I walked back over, just to let her hear my voice. I wanted her alert. Aware.
Wetness greeted my finger as I traced it over her pussy, giving her ass a hard slap as I breached the entrance. She tightened around me and I slid even deeper. The need to feel her against me had me taking the rest of my clothes off. The entire time I kept up with the spankings, not letting her skin get a break as I changed locations.
I continued to tease her with the steady thrusts, sliding one finger in, just to add another. Keeping her surprised. Keeping her mind going.
My hand came down hard and it had her crying out. The pain had been constant now for a while. It was building. It wouldn’t take me long to get her to where it was going. Now, to keep her adrenaline coming…
Heat embraced the tip of my cock as I removed my finger and began inching my cock inside of her. I automatically lowered, draping my body over hers, basking in the warmth of her marks. My hand reached forward, gripping her hair as I buried myself deep inside. The scream turned into a moan as she tried to rock her hips back against me.
Whack!
I connected with her thigh as I stayed pressed to her, clutching to the handle of the cat like it was a life vest. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to use it. Couldn’t stop seeing my name on her skin. Everything was running together, twisting itself in my mind.
“I don’t want this to end, slave. I want us to stay in this room forever.” The lack of control I had over my mouth was going to get me into trouble. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop. “Tell me you like what I give you.”
“I do, Master. I…God,” she cried out.
The declaration left me wanting to please her even more. Keep her wanting me for as long as I could. “You get to come once. One time, that’s it. You ready?”
I brought my fingers to her slit, rubbing over the top so it would stimulate her clit. The tightening around my thickness caused my eyes to close. I lifted a little, pulling back on her folds with my fingertips, then slowly circling as I fucked her faster.
“Come on, baby, keep pushing it away. That’s right.” My pace increased, loving how she was edging. Holding that shit off so it’d be more powerful when she did come. My chest rose and I gripped her hips, repeatedly slamming into her with everything I had.
“Master!” The spasms that followed had her jerking beneath me. With the stocks restraining her, she was going nowhere fast.
“Good girl,” I said, letting the cat o’nine caress her back. The marks were going to be glorious. So fucking red and welted. But they’d be on the front. Not on her back where I was fantasizing at the moment.
“I’m about to make this the best fucking night of your life, slave. God, you’re going to give me what I want and with it, I’m going to gift you with something all subs long for.
Faster, I increased the speed. Harder, until I knew she couldn’t take much more of the pull against her prison. My cock swelled and I didn’t hold back for a second. I withdrew, watching as my cum shot across her ass, each wave sending me jolts of euphoria.
“Son of a…” I breathed through the lack of oxygen that was burning my lungs. My legs were shaking as I pulled back and wiped my cum from her reddened flesh with a cloth from the counter. The second she rose, I wrapped my arm around her, watching her head sway to the side. Our special moment was almost there. Would be soon.
The walk to the hanging cuffs was almost impossible for her. She was already so out of it. Resting her head on me with such trust that it boggled my mind, yet…made my heart beat faster.
“Lift your hands.”
They rose sluggishly, almost appearing heavy. As I strapped her in, Diane’s eyes blinked slowly. It wasn’t going to take much.
My hand cupped her pussy, my other arm wrapping around her waist to pull and hold her to me. I began rubbing over the wetness from her previous orgasm, teasing her, but not for long. I left the warmth, spanking her ass, repeatedly. The pain was critical. It had to be there. The more, the better.
I moved to her thighs. First, one, and then the other, continuously adding to the stimulation. She let out cries, flinching and jerking at the contact.
“You like that, baby?” I slapped her again, trying to ignore how she’d turned from slave to baby in my mind. Dammit, I was growing way too attached. “Answer me,” I ground out. My finger slid back in and I pounded it inside, enough to have her writhing against me.
“Answer the question. You like this?” My hand slapped her cheek in quick succession. Not hard, but enough to get her attention.
“Yes, Master. I love it.”
At her words, I let go, watching her swing and try to get her footing. The cat had been clenched in my hand, never leaving my mind. I reared back, letting the strands connect with the front of her thigh. The gasp had her eyes flying open and she sobbed the moment she caught her breath. I struck the other leg, not waiting as I stepped forward, poking my finger into her ribs, and then doing the other side. She moved inward at the first touch, but didn’t draw back at the second.
My cock was already hard again. The need to make our fucking longer this time, draw it out, battled with my ultimate fantasy. I pushed it away. Sex could come at another time. This was important. A once in a lifetime dream I wasn’t going to shy away from. After tonight, I’d have to withdraw. Distance myself from the one woman who left me conflicted with my outlook on life. Who made me question what I could actually have.
I brought my hand back again, the cat wrapping around her outer thigh, making her skin glow even under the strobe light. It drove me to the other side and my mouth parted as her features tightened and twisted at the initial pain. I swung wide, letting it hit her ass. Once. Twice. Three times. Her reactions were slowing. Her face becoming lax as her endorphins kicked in.
“Ah!” Diane cried out, slow, delayed as I began spanking and squeezing my fingers into her ass after every blow.
“That’s right, baby. Feel it. Fucking let it take you over completely.” I spun her, watching the chain twist as her feet stumbled and tried to plant. The cat sprawled out across the other side of her ass and the crying was a more mumbled sound than actual sobs. My arm wrapped around her stomach and I thrust my fingers back in her pussy, building her up all over again. For what seemed like forever, I repeated the process. Watching. Taking in every second.
Deep, heavy breaths left her breasts heaving and I pulled at her nipple, working my way down. When my finger poked into her rips, she didn’t move. But I didn’t stop. My nails raked into her chest and I waited. Nothing. When her head rolled to the side, a smile pulled at my lips.
“Oh, slave.” I pushed back her hair, cupping her face, and turning it back to me. Her full lips were parted, her eyes opening wide at the movement, lost as they rolled to the side. She blinked heavily and my heart all but stopped as my smile pulled back enough to expose my teeth. I’d done it. Actually fucking pushed her over the edge, right into a supposed hallucinogenic world of her own. Happy. Yes, she was feeling the ultimate high, and it was all because of me.
“Welcome to subspace, baby.”