Chapter 6
Wow the casino looked like an olden day burlesque house. It had so much character and was intricately designed. Looked like it come out of the 1800's.
The inside was spectacular, it wasn't your everyday casino as Miranda later found out, it was only for the high rollers. Very discreet and exclusive, yet it hard a dark feel to it. Waitresses wore nothing but a lace skirt that left nothing to the imagination. They were a thong and if they bent slightly their entire ass would show. Miranda felt her face flush as she watched these woman topless act as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
When the waitresses noticed Alec the commotion started. One blond actually gave him an open mouth kiss in front of everybody. She said something seductively in French, which left Miranda feeling a little uneasy. Greetings and kisses and after being introduced to so many people Miranda wanted to leave. This wasn't her scene. She felt way out of place, Alec seemed to be more at home here then he was at the manor.
Alec finally left the crowd and took Miranda up to his penthouse. She gasped when his private lift opened up to the room. He loved the way her eyes revealed her emotions. It was sexy as hell that she didn't play games with her feelings, if she was sad her eyes cried, if she was scared her eyes opened wide and seem to grow lighter. If she was aroused her eyes were heavy and she looked through her dark thick lashes.
"I gather you like the room," he stated.
"Like it? Oh my god it's stunning! You really do like to live in style," he raised an eyebrow at her comment.
"Doesn't everybody?" Watching her biting the inside of her mouth and debating whether or not to reply was quite entertaining.
"I suppose so," was her response. He sensed she wanted to say more. He left it for the time being.
Miranda was grateful when Alec ordered her to shower and ready herself for dinner. He left her to deal with business so he could be free for the remainder of the night.
Miranda soaked in the free standing huge tub. She enjoyed the feel of the hot water and the cherry scented bubbles. Relaxing like this gave her time to ponder what had occurred between her and Alec. The sex was phenomenal and degrading at the same time. She was getting aroused just by thinking about the scene in the limousine. Boy Miranda way to be a masochist! How can you enjoy the pain and humiliation and the sex simultaneously? Yep this was a whole new low for you! Miranda contemplated whether or not to see somebody to assess her. She was certain that this wasn't normal behavior.
Reluctantly Miranda finished her bath. She wore an oversized thick bathrobe that felt like heaven. Not wanting to change Miranda hopped onto the king size bed. She looked around the room feeling overwhelmed. How could Alec want her? He had everything money could buy. He was heart stopping gorgeous and had a smile that could melt stone. She noticed the way that the girls drooled over him. Hell she drooled over him, so why did he want plain uninteresting Miranda?
Flopping onto her stomach Miranda stretched her hands above her head, recalling the way he forced her into that position not along ago. She needed to stop thinking about him, and about the way he was treating her. Her body craved his touch yet her mind was always disgusted with her submissive behavior towards him afterwards.
Turning on her back the bathrobe opened revealing her legs. She touched her legs caressing them. They were very soft. Is that what Alec felt when he touched her? Was she soft to him? Shaking her head Miranda tried to shake him out of her mind. It was short lived because he stood by the lift eyeing her. "Don't move," his voice sent shivers down her spine. "Why aren't you dressed? It was a simple order to follow." He moved around the bed to face her. Frozen Miranda couldn't think of an answer.
"I asked you a question Miranda," the way he said her name terrified her yet excited her at the same time.
"I'm sorry… I think…" Miranda whispered.
"You’re sorry you think? That's not an answer! You have earned yourself three punishments... And all in a day," he tsked
"No, I haven't done anything," she blurted out before her mind could even register what was coming out of her mouth. Quickly placing her hand across her mouth as if to silence herself from speaking out of order. Oh she was going to pay...
"No?" Alec stood dumbfound for the second time since meeting this kid. "No? Is that what you said to me? And I thought we were going to have a lovely time here in France." He looked menacing, his blue eyes darkened as he unbuttoned his shirt. Throwing it on the floor followed by his white singlet. His body was tense. Seeing Miranda sprawled on the bed did something to him. Watching her feel her legs caused chaos in his mind. All he wanted to do was fuck her senseless. Her disobeying him and her speaking out of line was the final straw. His monster reared its ugly head and was starved.
"Get up," he ordered. Miranda didn't move, her body refused to follow his order. She didn't know why she was being like this. For fucks sake Miranda you are in a foreign country with no money and a psycho that loves to torment you? Do as you are told! She really wanted to heed her warning but remained where she was.
Alec was through playing. Deliberately disobeying him was a no go! He grabbed her by her feet and roughly dragged her body towards him. He grabbed her cheeks squeezing them hard. "You said no, is that right kid?" He couldn't think straight. He was so consumed with the fear in her eyes that it fueled the fire in his soul.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... I don't know why ..."
"You don't know what Miranda? Hmmm? I'll tell you what..." He grabbed her hair and forced her onto her knees. "Don't fucking move!" He yelled, when she backed away. Unzipping his pants he watched her face become frozen in terror.
"No?" He was mocking her, "don't like your position?" He took out his fully erect cock and started stroking it close to her face.
Miranda was in shock. He wouldn't make her suck it! She wouldn't suck it no matter what! Damn right she said no. Enough was enough he had no right to treat her like this!
Placing the tip of his cock onto her mouth Miranda closed her mouth tight and turned her head. "No?" He was playing with her, she could sense the fight was nowhere near the surface yet. He was getting off on tormenting her. "No? Is that your final decision?" He asked tsking and shaking his head.
Miranda tightened the robe around her and backed away. She had toppled onto her ass and was moving away from him. Continuing to stroke himself he gave her that lopsided grin. "Where are you going to run to kid? Go!" He said never taking his eyes off her. "Let’s play a game, if you can get away from me and down the lifts I'll not punish you for behavior today. If on the other hand I catch you before you reach the lifts how about… Let's say... I take you downstairs give you a uniform and have you waitress for my clients. They are always looking for fresh meat."
Miranda admitted defeat. He would have no trouble parading her in that uniform exposing her breast to the men down there, she was certain of that. She stood up and quietly returned to her position on her knees in front of him. Why did she even try and stand her ground. He looked triumphant, still stroking his cock and rubbing it on her lips. Miranda had never felt so degraded before. "I've changed my mind," he said backing away from her and zipping himself up.
Oh dear! Miranda thought, this can't be good. He was still playing with her. But somehow Miranda knew playtime was over when he took his belt off. "Up!" He barked. Miranda stood quickly, disobeying him now wasn't an option... Not that it ever was.
"Hands on the wall." Yep you idiot, you went and did this to yourself, she was so in for it.
"Sir please…" Her begging went on deaf ears. "I'm sorry..."
Grabbing her throat he pushed her onto the wall slamming her hard against it. He bought her forward with the grip on her neck and kissed her passionlessly. It was hard and brutal, a promise of what's to come. "Warned you to behave, you should have listened." Turning her roughly around and slamming her cheek into the wall. "Disrobe!" He ordered.
All the defiance had left Miranda, now she was so afraid of his next move she dared not risk further punishment. She disrobed and felt so exposed wearing nothing but her black French nickers (courtesy of Leon). She heard Alec suck in a breath. "You are so fucking beautiful." His voice seemed strained. Miranda was in a lot of trouble and boy did she know it.
"Pity we are going to mark your skin." Miranda suddenly very panicked tried to turn and beg for his mercy. He anticipated the move because he slammed her hard against the wall, her cheek felt like it was the size of a balloon. She knew another bruise was waiting to surface." Don't fucking move! That's ten strikes now! Hands above your head palms straight on the wall." His order was law. No fight left within her, Miranda had nothing left but to cede to him.
Miranda was sobbing openly. His torture knew no limits. "You will count each strike I give you. If you lose count we start again. So pay attention" Miranda could hear the excitement in his voice. His tone very calm, like he knew the effect it was having on her, he was in his zone.
When the first strike of his belt hit her back Miranda wept. The intensity of the pain was excruciating. "Not counting? Test run then?"
"One!" She cried quickly.
"One what?" He asked while pulling her hair hard.
"One... Sir."
"Good girl." With that another strike.
"Two sir!" Yelling out before the next one hit. And another blow and another, Miranda thought this torture would never end.
"Eight sir," she choked through sobs. The ninth blow Miranda almost fell into oblivion.
"Nine sir," she whispered losing any strength she had left. Her palms were sliding down. She was losing focus.
"Ten si..." With the last strike Miranda fell into a beautiful state of unconsciousness.
Before hitting the floor Alec held her. He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. He would let her rest. He stripped and moved in beside her kissing her head and gently stroking her hair. Poor baby was in the monsters lair with nowhere to go.
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Miranda awoke feeling groggy. Ouch! She slept on her side and felt Alec's arms around her. Ouch was an understatement her back felt like it was on fire. The bastard had his arms around her! Was he fucking serious? He had beat the hell out of her with his belt and now he had his arms around her!
Trying to move away from him she lifted his heavy arm up and moved out of the bed. She hissed in a breath. The pain was on a monster scale. He had inflicted her with this pain and she loathed him for it.
Making her way to the bathroom she realized she had nothing but her panties on. Grabbing his striped shirt off the floor she carefully put it on trying to get herself somewhat decent. Miranda muffled a cry when the soft material touched her back. She could smell his scent and a wave of lust swept through her. Really Miranda? He beat you up you sicko!
Finishing off her toiletries Miranda returned to the room. Alec had awoken and was staring at her. His eyes dark as he looked at her. Feeling like she was under a microscope Miranda closed the shirt around her only to be struck by pain. She winced.
"We'll good Morning sunshine. You look... Sexy as hell." that lopsided grin again.
"Good morning... Sir." She replied tartly, not wanting to really talk to him. Turning away and sitting on the wide leather lounge Miranda adjusted herself as best as she could in hopes to not feel the pain.
"Not a morning person then?" He smirked
"I'm best to refrain from answering that in fear of invoking another punishment... Sir." To her surprise he laughed, the bastard was enjoying this. His laugh was almost contagious, had she not been in so much pain Miranda would have loved to join him laughing.
"Glad you’re enjoying my suffering," again with the attitude. What the hell Miranda calm down.
"Sweetheart your fucking suffering is what gets me off!" He winked at her. He was such a charmer when he wasn't belting her or punishing her or humiliating her.
"Glad to be of service to you." With that she turned away and drew her knees to her chest. She heard him chuckle as he made his way to the bathroom. He was having a shower, the steam was coming out of the bathroom and the door was fully opened. Did this man have no shame?
After finishing grooming himself Alec donned a pair of jeans and a dark blue Mossimo tee-shirt. He didn't want to be cooped up at the casino all day. After Shaving and tidying up his goatee he sat beside Miranda. "Hungry?" He asked while stroking her hair. "If you continue to pout kid I'll not be responsible for my actions! I'm going to throw you on the floor and fuck you till you can't walk straight." He gently tugged her hair forcing her to face him. "Consider yourself warned."
Miranda was so upset by his treatment of her last night she couldn't get passed it. "I'm sore," she whined.
"Yes you would be. Maybe next time you'll know better than to disobey me and test my patience. I have a very short tolerance span kid. Best you learn that and maybe save yourself the pain. I told you before to pick your battles wisely, was it worth your pain?"
He gently kissed her. She wouldn't be affected by his kiss. He was playing with her emotions and she wouldn't let that happen. He let her go leaving her feeling a little disappointed that he had ended the kiss. "Can you dress yourself or do you need my assistance?" He was teasing her.
"I can dress myself... Sir" he raised his eyebrows at her sass.
"Watch it kid," he nudged her chin playfully, it was a subtle warning, the threat very much there. "Get ready because your little show last night made us skip dinner. I'm famished for food or a good morning fuck... Choice is yours?"
With that Miranda quickly stood and went to change her clothes. She heard him laugh as she hurried off. Fucking multiple personalities much? This dude was going to drive her to a mental institute.
Downstairs Miranda noticed that the games rooms were all private. There was a bar with the almost nude waitresses serving. The room was occupied with huge velvet red sofas, Miranda felt a sense that a lot more then gambling took place here. She also noticed the huge stage with a pole.
Feeling happily covered Miranda opted to wear leather pants and a flowing white singlet with a grey cardigan. She had quickly plaited her hair to the side so it could hide her red cheek. Bless Leon because he remembered to pack her sunglasses. Wow she had never owned a pair of Charlie Brown sunnies.
After enjoying breakfast in a patisserie Miranda was savoring the taste. You have never eaten sweets until you have eaten it in Paris looking at the Eiffel Tower. What a view! Miranda was so awed by her surroundings that she almost forgot about her captivity. Holding her take away coffee Miranda pleaded with Alec to take a walk. Alec looked so hot in his leather jacket and casual jeans. Yep, hot was an understatement.
He indulged her and they took a stroll taking in the beauty that is Paris. He held her hand and she could almost imagine they were in love.
Alec loved watching the way Miranda would immerse herself in her surroundings. Not wanting to miss a thing around her. She watched a family play soccer with their young son and laughed when they allowed him to score! She sat on the grass and pulled him down to sit beside her. She leaned into him naturally. He noticed when she wrapped her cardigan around her body she winced from the pain on her back.
She cheered when the young boy scored another goal! Her laugh was so pure and so unrehearsed that he was speechless as he watched life through her eyes. No pretense at all. It was so refreshing.
Miranda was enjoying herself so much. She loved this charming side to Alec's character. He would tease her and tell her what he wanted to do to her just so he could watch her blush. Miranda could play too. She made him sit on the dirty grass, she made him sit through watching families walk by. Although she got the sense that he was watching her not the families.
She felt a little more relaxed around him. "So? What's the story with you Crystal?" He gave her a I'm onto you look.
"What's with me and Crystal, she's my lover," he said that so casually that Miranda almost frowned.
"Oh," great conversation Miranda that's all you got?
"You thought otherwise?" He asked her now.
"No, I knew you were together," had she honestly thought he would leave Crystal for her? Stupid! Stupid! Miranda!
"Do I sense a little jealously?" He smirked. Miranda nudged him.
"You can be with whoever you want, who am I to be jealous?" Even saying it to him Miranda knew she was lying. "I have no right to be jealous ...sir"
"Oh it's sir now? You haven't called me sir all day and now you want to resume your place?" He asked.
Standing up Miranda wiped her clothes to get any grass off her, she didn't want to be in this scene anymore. Pretending they were dating and in love. Who was she fooling? Only herself that’s who.
"Miranda I've never promised you anything. I've never lied to you or pretended to be something I'm not," he explained as he stood up.
"It's fine I get it. I'm here until you get over me. I know eventually you will tire of me and then we can both go our separate ways." Why was she getting so upset? This is what she wanted to get away from him, right?
"Kid don't disillusion yourself. You are not my wife, fiancé lover or friend. You are my addiction. That's it. I never led you to believe otherwise."
"No you never led me to believe otherwise... You never led me to believe you would keep me against my will, or led me to believe that you would take my virginity or even led me to believe that you didn't want the money anymore.” Miranda was distraught. How could he make her feel so much and then when he'd had enough of her discard her? She had allowed him access to her heart and that wasn't okay.
"You’re treading on thin ice," he warned
"I'm sorry sir stupid me thought... Never mind, your right. You never said there would be a future for us. Why would there be?” Turning away from him Miranda headed back to the casino. He was right behind her.