CHAPTER FOUR
When I awake the next morning, Justin is not in the bedroom with me. I’m initially relieved, but then the previous night’s promise looms over my head. I linger at the foot of the bed, remaining limp on my spot on the floor in hopes that the man will not notice that I’ve woken up. My hopes are dashed as the door opens, and I dismiss the idea of pretending to be asleep. The consequences could be more dire than this promise that waits to be fulfilled. The rugged man considers me with a quirk of his lips, and I try to shrink away. He holds the leash in his hand, as if he were expecting me to put up a fight. It seems he would be just as satisfied to drag me to… wherever we’re going. His destination does not seem to be the bed, if it were, I can only wonder why he had left the bedroom to begin with. I can’t dwell on the thought for long, however, as he draws closer and latches the leash onto the loop on my collar.
“You’re not thinking of trying to back out now, are you?” He says slyly, and I swallow a thick lump that forms in my throat.
“No sir.” I reply hesitantly. He grins, looping the length of the leash around his fist like he had done the first time we met. He keeps me tethered close to his side as we walk through the corridors of the house. It seems I was correct in assuming that the bedroom was not our final destination, but now I’m left to wonder what on earth he could have in mind. I can’t help wondering if this is perhaps a trick, but the idea is borderline laughable at this point. I know by now that he likely won’t kill me without getting his fill, but the idea of receiving a beating isn’t ideal either. If it were a trick, I have no idea what intent could be worse than being forcibly violated. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, wishing I could simply fade from existence. A tug from the leash and a brief feeling of strangulation draw me from my reverie.
“I’ve decided that since you’ve been so well behaved, it’s only fair I reward you. I knew the suitable prize immediately. Are you eager to find out what it is?” He inquires slyly, and I feel as if I could choke on my familiar reply.
“Yes sir.” I said quietly. He smiles wickedly, his eyes dark with desire. He pulls me down a hallway I’ve not traversed before, stopping in front of a black door that sports a black doorknob as well. It’s simple and nondescript, unlike the other extravagant decor in the home. There’s something ominous about the door, and the irrational thought that hell itself may be on the other side looms at the forefront of my brain.
“Open the door.” He orders simply. I hesitate, not bothering to answer as I reach for the doorknob with no small amount of trepidation. I grip it in my hand, almost expecting it to burn me when I touch it. However, it is innocently cool to the touch, so I pull the door open uncertainly. When I see what’s inside, my eyes widen in shock and dismay. I pull against the leash, trying to edge away from the room. I have no idea how this could be my reward, and the thought that this was a trick seems more obvious as he drags me into what seems to be some sort of sex dungeon.
“Easy. If you behave, it won’t hurt… much.” He murmurs, tightening his grip on the leash and pulling me inside with one harsh tug. I drop to my knees, tears spilling down my cheeks as I realize that there is no escape. He groans in aggravation, grabbing me under the arms and pressing me into the simple twin bed in the middle of the room. Long, dangerous and insidious looking straps are wrapped around the frame of the bed, and before I can try to scramble away, he is pressing the entirety of his weight on top of me. The brief sensation of suffocating nearly overcomes me as he presses down harder, and I feel cool smooth leather wrap around my wrists. He then moves to my ankles, strapping me down spread eagle on the bed. I try to press my thighs together, humiliation surging through me as I am exposed on the most primal level. He draws away from me, considering my quivering and sobbing form as I struggle against the restraints.
“Please don’t kill me,” I implore, and he looks at me as if I’ve grown a second head.
“You’re being rather melodramatic.” He sighs, not bothering to strip of his clothes. His erection strains against his pants, but he simply edges away from the bed, towards a wall with an array of what looks as if they could be medieval torture devices. He grabs a small whip like object, with several lengths of cord that end in tips similar to that of a riding crop. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen, but he slaps the cords into his hand, offering me a wicked grin. “Now. Be a good girl, and this might even feel nice for you.” He says with a sly smile. He approaches me, and the feeling of fear and humiliation begins to overwhelm me. Before I can draw away, he slaps the whip like tips against my inner thigh. I cry out in pain, but the pain is tinged with something else.
I can see his lips moving, as if he is forming mocking words, but my mind is focused on that sense of pain. He slaps the whip against me again, this time with more force. I know I cry out, I can feel my lips part to make the sound, though the strangled cry seems to fade into nothingness. That feeling grows stronger with each impact of the whip, and the pain is dizzying but somehow manages to be so satisfying. I feel something press between my thighs, absently realizing that it is the handle of the whip he had been using. I should fight. I shouldn’t so easily welcome the penetration, and thought I had expected it to be painful, it seems that enough moisture has gathered at the apex of my thighs to allow it easy entry. He is not gentle with his motions, however, and he angles the handle so as to drag against my inner walls with each violent thrust. My mouth is agape, but my mind feels almost… numb. I could describe it as an out of body experience, but the pain and what I now recognize as some foreign pleasure has overcome my body.
When I hit my peak, I feel my body contort almost painfully. I feel him draw the whip handle free of my folds. His voice slowly becomes audible, and he seems to be speaking almost… soothingly. I feel something cool and soothing spread across my skin, and look down to see the rugged man rubbing some sort of ointment on the bright red marks that litter my thighs. I exhale a sigh of pleasure and he hesitates for a moment, seeming put off by the contented sound. In spite of the situation, I can’t help being grateful for the tenderness he is showing me in this moment. As I feel myself drifting off, I’m aware of him climbing into the bed beside me. Just a quick nap, I tell myself. I feel myself wrapping around him as I drift into nothingness.