EIGHT

JACK

She looked up at me with her cheeks flushed, her eyes wild. She’d never looked sexier. I wondered if she could see how hard she’d made me. My hand had been directly on her pussy, the heat of it still lingering on my fingers as a reminder. I braced myself for her to try and escape again but she didn’t, she just sat up on the bed and pulled the blanket around her, hiding those magnificent tits from my view. I was going to have to fuck her and damn the consequences. I didn’t have the self control to keep my hands off her much longer. He should have known that when he gave me the job, I took what I wanted. That was what made me the best. I took no shit from anyone. But was this worth dying over? Was she? At that moment, I didn’t care about those questions, I just cared about fucking her.

Not then though, not when she was still so angry with me. I’d wait until she calmed down, show her how much more fun she could have with me if she just relaxed a little bit, went with the flow more. It wasn’t all bad being locked in there with me. There was no need for all that social etiquette bullshit. She didn’t have to pretend not to want to be fucked, flirting and buying drinks and all that shit. She wanted me. Her body told me everything I needed to know. Her hips had fallen still when I’d slapped her pussy, after initially jolting in place. She hadn’t tried to move away from my hand, the heat from her coursing through me directly to my cock, making me want her all the more.

“Why did you do that?” she muttered.

When my eyes met hers, she looked down, her shoulders sagging. She was already starting to submit to me. This was perfect. “Because I trusted you to be good while I was gone and you were bad.”

She fell silent, nervously mashing her fingers together. “It hurts,” she said at last.

“I know, sweetheart,” I replied. “But it won’t happen again if you behave. Will you behave?”

She nodded slowly. “Please, let me go.”

“We’ve been through this. I can’t. You have to stay here so I can keep you safe.”

“You call this safe?” she asked, a note of hysteria to her voice. “Naked? Spanked? Thrown down the stairs?”

“If you behave, I won’t have to punish you.”

She began to cry. “Why are you doing this? I don’t understand.”

“The tears won’t wash with me, sweetheart. I’m here to do a job.”

“A job? What job?”

“I’m to keep you here.”

“But why?”

“Because there’s someone looking for you, someone bad.”

She gave me a look.

“Much worse than me,” I explained. “I’m a fucking angel compared to them. Now are you going to be good or do I need to tie you up and leave you in the dark for a few days to think about it?”

“Please,” she said, spitting out the word in a panic. “Don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m afraid of the dark.” She said it quietly, as if she was ashamed of her answer. She looked like the child she’d once been for the briefest of moments, but then the anger returned. “Just let me go.”

“No,” I shouted, glad to see her cower away from me. “Say that again and you’ll get another spanking, understood? I don’t like whining. Now if you behave, I’ll go get you some clothes. Deal?”

She didn’t move. I took a step towards her, taking her chin and lifting it so she had to look at me. “When I ask you a question, you answer, understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I understand.”

“Now are you going to behave?”

“Yes.”

“Then pile up those bits of plate. I wouldn’t want you to cut yourself on them.”

I watched her bend over the bed, the blanket sliding off her. That ass of hers, dark red from my spanking, peachy round and just asking for my cock to slam into it. I moved closer to her, letting my hand move down to slide over it, touching her soft skin. “It doesn’t hurt too bad, I hope,” I said, watching for her reaction. She froze in place as I slid my hands over her buttocks, feeling my way lower to her thighs, knowing she wanted me. She just couldn’t admit it.

I traced a line along the valley between her cheeks, delving down and then sliding slowly up to her back. I stood up again, knowing if I stayed there any longer I’d end up fucking her and it wasn’t the right time. I couldn’t risk her spinning round and jabbing one of those pieces of plate into me.

I watched her gather up the broken pieces before she turned and dropped them into my hands, her face pointing down to the floor. “Look at me,” I said coldly. Her eyes raised up slowly until they finally met mine. “You are mine,” I continued. “I will do what I want to you when I want to so you might want to think about how you speak to me. I can make your stay here very pleasant or very nasty. The choice is yours.” I held the bits of plate in my left hand. My right reached forwards and then I tweaked her nipple between my fingers, tugging roughly at it, enjoying the feeling of it stiffening, hardening as I rubbed it. “Understand?”

She nodded, not taking her eyes off me.

“Good. I’ll be back with some clothes for you.”

I walked away quickly, unlocking the cellar door and stepping out. The instant the door closed, I leaned back against it, muttering, “What the hell are you doing?”

I wasn’t supposed to do any of the things I’d done. All I was supposed to do was lock her up. That was the job. Lock her in the cellar and keep her safe. But I hadn’t expected her to flash me through her window. I hadn’t expected her to look so fucking good in a bikini. I certainly hadn’t expected to be so turned on by the sight of her naked body, by the smell of her, by the way she ached to submit to me.

I knew I better get a grip on myself. My employer would find out. The job was at risk if I couldn’t keep my hands off her. The job wasn’t the only thing at risk. I had to play this carefully. I had to control myself. I was glad I was getting her some clothes because if I saw her naked again, rules or no rules, I’d be inside her and fucking her until she didn’t know what day of the week it was.