Chapter 3
Master
Aug 30th (Day 1)
Slave Diane is stronger than I ever thought. For two hours, I tortured her with pictures of her family, watching them rain all over her curvy body until she eventually closed off completely. Stripped bare, blood and death in the background, still, she’s not emotionally moved to where I want her. Even now, as I watch the monitor, she lies covered in her past, completely gone from the present. Unaffected by what still plays on her TV. I can’t remember a slave waiting this long before screaming for me to turn it off. But she won’t. I know her spirit. Her pride.
There’s more than just her denial to follow any of my orders or reach out for help. Something happened. I saw the change take place right before my very eyes. Deep within hers. I can’t explain it other than a feeling I got while looking into her green depths. The darkness within called to me. Kept me locked into place until all I knew was the unsettling calm I was trapped in.
The real Diane is now here. How long she’s hidden herself is beyond my knowledge. From records and stories from the people I talked to, she was a quiet, but kind woman. The one who resides here now is neither. She’s like me. She’s…full of hate.
I couldn’t help but go back to the moment in my mind when I saw the change. “I’ll find out soon enough.” Meaning, she would know when she killed herself. My gaze had narrowed at the threat. I was ready to throttle her for the remark, but she’d stopped me with the malice I felt radiating in my direction. She wanted to hurt me. Possibly more. Did Diane harbor homicidal thoughts? I wasn’t sure. For anyone to give me pause or make me question their intentions, that was saying something. I feared no one, but in that second before I felt the calm, she emitted something so dark, I knew it easily matched what I held. If her curves hadn’t already enticed me and made me want her; that covert side of her personality certainly did. But not in the way of a traditional lover. The need to break her apart more than I ever had with anyone was overwhelming. To unravel not only her mind, but the secrets of her body. For two hours, my cock stayed in a constant state of throbbing. I only left when I couldn’t take it anymore. With each act of defiance, I became even more tempted to have her.
A yawn fell from her mouth, but she didn’t turn her head or close her eyes. Enough was enough. She’d been in her safe, little cocoon longer than I allowed any of the others. It was time to go even further and bring her back to me. She wouldn’t like what I had in store. The pain I’d put her through would make it impossible for her to leave, but it had to be done. Where she was at in her head wasn’t a good place, and I wouldn’t allow it. Distant slaves were dangerous slaves. To me and themselves.
I walked to my closet, pulling out the riding crop. The thought of making her skin glow had me slowing as I passed the mirror. Hours with my new slave and I’d already jumped to things I’d usually do more on day three. My need to see how she reacted to the pain was my sole focus and I’d be a liar to deny it. Would she beg me to stop? Cry and fall apart into a sobbing mess? All of the above. But, like it? If only… A part of me prayed that would be her exact reaction. I’d spent weeks obsessing over her. Nothing was turning out the way I’d expected.
Heat poured from my body and I shrugged the jacket off, tossing it and the crop on the bed. As I took off the cuff links and began to roll up my sleeves, I tried blocking those wide hips and full breasts from my brain. She was perfect in all the right places, if I wanted to be absolutely truthful with myself. Which I didn’t. I needed to focus, but even outside of the room, she was making it impossible for me.
I picked up the crop and headed to the door that separated our adjoining room. Her eyes widened the smallest amount as I came through.
“You ready to talk yet? I do believe I asked you a question before I left. Do you remember what it was?”
Closer I came, until I was at the edge of the bed. After a few seconds went by and she didn’t answer, I slapped the leather end down on the top of her thigh. A large intake of breath was all I got out of the welt appearing across her skin.
“Let me refresh your memory. I said, slave, why don’t you tell me where you met your husband. You ready to answer? Or do I need to hurt you again?”
Nothing.
I brought it down harder next to the first mark. Her jaw tightened, accompanied with her fists. That look was back in her eyes as they cut over to mine.
“Fuck you,” she said, spitting, again. Something she seemed to have a habit of doing. It was one of the most disrespectful things a person could do and it sent my blood boiling every single time.
“Fuck me? Fuck me? Okay, I’ll fuck you if you want it so bad.” I ripped at the top of my shirt, sending the buttons popping off. The anger she had on her face turned to terror in a heartbeat and I knew I had her. But I didn’t stop. I tore the shirt from my body, not missing the way her eyes nervously darted to my chest and stomach. Genetics had treated me well. I didn’t have to work out nonstop to keep a six pack or a defined chest. With the work I did between breaking slaves down, I was able to maintain it. Once Diane got better, she’d have a strict routine. We’d both get what we needed to keep us busy then.
“Don’t you dare even think about putting your disgusting hands on me. I’ll kill you if you do. I will,” she yelled as I kicked off my shoes while unbuckling my belt.
A smile almost came to my lips. “Disgusting? That’s a very harsh thing to say. You don’t even know me.”
“I know you’re a fucking psycho for kidnapping me and handcuffing me to this bed. You have me naked while you beat me with a stick. That’s disgusting,” she emphasized.
“It’s a crop,” I said, hitting her on the opposite leg. A hiss came from her mouth as I did it again. And again.
“Stop doing that.” She pulled at her hands and tried rotating to the side. It only gave me the smallest glimpse of her ass and I didn’t hesitate to hit there either. Hard. An aggravated sound echoed around the room and she began thrashing. My arms crossed over my chest, waiting until she settled.
It took minutes, but slowly she calmed down and grew still. Tears stained the sides of her face and she breathed heavily, making her breasts beg for my attention. I didn’t give in.
“Now, answer the question or I continue.”
“I want to go to the restroom. Am I allowed to do that or do you expect me to piss right here on this bed?”
“You go on that bed, you’re lying in it.”
Her eyes rolled, but she stared ahead. “Then let me out so I can go.”
“First, answer my question. Then, I’ll take you.”
There was pause and then she took a deep breath. “We met at a café. There, release me.”
I brought the crop down on her inner thigh, harder than the others. A sob came immediately. “Elaborate.”
“Maybe you should elaborate,” she said, glaring through tears. “I’m answering what you ask. You can’t beat me for being specific. Not once did you ask for the details surrounding our initial meeting. Just where we met.”
“You know very well what I meant. But here, let me clarify since you’re being so damn difficult. Tell me how, when, and where, you met your husband. What attracted you to him? What was his personality like?”
“But that will take forever. I have to go to the restroom now.”
“Better get to talking then.”
She cursed under her breath and all the emotion left her features. The anger. The impatience. There was nothing.
“We met a café in downtown Portland. We were both in booths and had our backs to each other. The waitress confused our orders and when I overheard him saying he hadn’t ordered…” she paused. “I forget the name of the meal, but anyway, I knew it was mine, so I turned around to make the correction. That was the first time I came face to face with him. Time stopped for me and later, I found out it did for him too. We stared at each other for what felt like forever before I laughed, embarrassed, and took the plate hovering in his hand.
“Since we were both alone, he asked if I wanted to join him. I did. We spent over three hours talking about everything we could think of. I fell in love with him hard and fast. Maybe even that day.” She shook her head, as if to break some memory she saw. “He was very funny and adventurous, then. He’d just gotten back from climbing Mt. Everest. It almost killed him, but he was very proud of making the accomplishment. Needless to say, we were inseparable after that. We had dinner that night and every single one after that until he was killed by that stupid motherfucking drunk driver who ran the red light.”
And there was the anger again, pushing aside her numbness. Good.
“That’ll do, for now.” I took the key from my pocket and undid the handcuffs. Red marks from her pulling at them were visible, but the skin wasn’t broken. As I reached down for her feet, I heard her groan and saw her push to her elbows from the corner of my eye. A tattoo on the inside of her ankle drew me in. Before, I hadn’t had the time to give it attention, but upon closer inspection, I saw the intricate lines of an anchor no larger than the pad of my thumb.
“Does that—” Weight shattered against my shoulder, sending fire racing down my bicep. Thick pieces of ceramic lay at my side and it took me a few seconds to snap out of the defensive rage that left me locked up and blinking like an idiot.
Blood was dripping down to my elbow from the broken lamp she’d smashed against me.
“You…” I growled, noticing that she was pulling at the buckle on the ankle that was furthest away. Before I could say anything further, she threw herself back and launched her foot right for my head. Deflecting it with my forearm, I didn’t think. I lunged right on top of her, pinning her body beneath me. My hand latched to her throat, squeezing.
“You are in so much trouble. You have no idea what you just unleashed.”
True fear was there, but something else. Something even I couldn’t understand. “Bring it.” Her words came out quiet, strangled against my tight hold. Punishing her with pain wasn’t going to work right now. My mind reeled and I did the only thing that came to me. What I truly wanted.
My lips crushed into hers as I ground my hard cock against her bare pussy. She instantly froze under my grip. Before she could react, I used my thumb to turn her head, moving my lips along her cheek, to her ear. At the caress of my tongue along her earlobe, she made a sound, trying to move more into the bed and away from me.
“You wanted me to bring it?” I whispered, grazing her with my teeth. “You so sure about that, slave?”
My hold loosened, allowing her more air.
“No. Please.”
I pushed my cock into her again, hating that my pants were in the way. The need to surge in deep, to teach her a hard and rough lesson, ate at me.
“No, what? You say it, I might get up and actually take you to the restroom. But if you don’t…” I let the threat hang in the air.
“I don’t want you to rape me.”
“Rape me, what?” I gritted out, praying she’d address me the right way. I ached to hear her call me Master. With the others, it had been an important part of the discipline. But with her, I wanted a tiny piece of what I missed the most. A real slave. One who knew what the term meant and valued it. She might not now, but in time, I could teach her.
I loosened even more at my train of thought. Did I really want that? From her? The woman who had just sliced open my damn arm? Blood from her hellish ways was dripping to my fingers and onto her neck. But she was such a fighter. That could be damn good if I could make her better. Plus, if I kept her, I’d never have to worry about her slipping back into her need to die after she left. She’d always be protected under my roof.
“Answer me, dammit.” I lifted even more, moving my hand down to the top part of her chest, leaving a trail of blood behind. I couldn’t help but to rub the crimson into her pale skin. The contrast in the colors, the significance of the situation — I’d never been so turned on. Here I was, bleeding out because of what she’d done. My life source was leaving me by the second, and it was all because of the pain she harbored that was ready to snuff out hers as well.
The slightest twitch of her lips had me shaking my head. “If you spit on me again, so help me, I’ll put you over my knee and turn your ass black and blue. You won’t be able to lie on it for a week. Don’t believe me, go ahead.”
“You’re not my Master.”
“You want me to fuck you. I think that’s what it is.”
Her eyes narrowed and I knew it was furthest from the truth. She wanted me off her.
“Never.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “You may think that now, but we’ll see. Now, say it or I’ll unzip my pants and take you like I want.”
“You’re the devil. That’s who you are. So, Devil, I don’t want you to rape me. How’s that?”
“Hmm. Not bad. But not what I’m looking for.” I pushed my thumb into her cheek, applying more pressure than I needed to angle her face to the side again. Although I wanted this, I also couldn’t stop looking at the big picture. I nuzzled into the hair just behind her ear, breathing in what smelled like jasmine.
There would be no more pain for Diane. I’d smother death out of her mind if I had to hold the pillow over her face myself. Use the threat of my cock against her. She’d fear nothing but me. I would become her heaviest burden, the hell she was desperate to escape. It would take time to overshadow the pain she associated with her loss, but at the rate I was going, she was growing to hate me more by the second.
“I do want you, slave. Let me see how much you want me.” I applied the weight of my face to hers while I moved my hand down to her thigh. With the tips of my fingers, I made my way to where we were connected.
“Don’t.” She tried to move, but couldn’t with the way I was pinning her arms, head, and hips.
“I’m getting closer.” I shifted, leaning more on her right leg and turning my head fast, so we were facing the same way. A painful cry left her lips, but I didn’t ease up as I got to her innermost thigh. “I know you’re wet. I can feel it though my pants. Regardless of whether you’re attracted to me or not, you sure as fuck like the situation.” I traced the outside of her slit. “Admit it to your Master. You want me to touch you.”
A sob left her. “I don’t. I really don’t.” There was a pause. “Master. There. Now, get off.”
That was a clear safeword if I’d ever heard one. Ice water raced through my veins and I was torn between victory and greed. Anger reigned supreme, which was best for her to see anyway. I pushed up, grabbing her buckled ankle and unfastening it. “Up.”
She sniffled while my hand clasped to her arm, yanking her to stand. I didn’t let go until we walked through my room and into my master bathroom. “You have ten minutes to tend to yourself and take a shower. If you think about doing anything stupid, tonight will be the worst of your life.”
Even as I talked, her eyes scanned the area like an addict searching for a fix.
“Ten minutes.” I shut the door and walked to the monitor, clicking on the split screen to make it bigger. Blindly, I fumbled in the cabinet at the top of the wall, feeling for the first aid kit. But my eyes never left my slave. Every move she’d make, I’d watch. And I’d wait. This test would be one of many to come. Whether she’d act out now or in the near future would be a definite, I’d just have to make sure I was prepared.