EIGHTEEN

JACK

“What’s in the box?” she asked when I reached the bottom of the steps.

“Things for me to use,” I said. “Though it might be easier to show you than to tell you. Stand up.” She did as I asked. She was such a good sub. I reached into the box and brought out a silk blindfold. “Turn around.” When she was facing away from me, I placed the blindfold over her eyes, tying it behind her head, breathing in the scent of her, the heat coming off her skin.

Once I was certain she could see nothing, I slipped her dress off her shoulders, watching it fall to the floor. “I thought you weren’t supposed to touch me,” she said, the tension evident in her voice.

“It’s too late for that,” I replied, stroking a line down her spine before yanking down her panties. “Step out of them.”

She lifted her legs until they were off and then I was able to look at her properly. I was hard as a rock already, my cock needing to be in her. I ignored it. I was going to take my time. This might be the last chance I had. She’d be gone soon. The thought was gut wrenching. I’d barely gotten to know her and she would be leaving forever. I tried not to think about how my life would be without her.

I took her hand in mine, manoeuvring her onto the bed, lying her on her front. “Do not move,” I whispered in her ear before standing up. I opened the box. It was all in there. Everything I needed. I took out a length of rope, using it in place of the one she’d sawn through, industrious little thing that she was. I tied it around the bed post, not saying a word, letting her listen and wonder what I was doing.

I grabbed her wrist, looping the rope round it, tying it tightly in place, binding her to the bed. I did the same to her other limbs, not resting until she was tied down, unable to escape. “You’re mine,” I said, my voice cold. “I’ve kept you safe, kept you warm, kept you fed. And in return what have you done? You’ve seduced me, you’ve made me want you, you’ve made me need you. You’re a bad girl for tempting me with your beautiful body. Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“No,” she whispered, her voice muffled by the blanket underneath her head.

“So many things,” I said, reaching into the box. I brought out a silicone buttplug and a bottle of lube. Coating the plug slowly, I watched her, seeing her shift in place, no doubt wondering what I was going to do. The thought of her fear turned me on even more than I already was. I was impatient to be in her.

Leaning over the bed, I pressed her left buttock with my hand, easing it to one side, groping it roughly, exposing her tight little hole. “What are you doing?” she asked as I reached down and flicked my tongue over it. Her question became a gasp of surprise. Remaining close to her, I pushed the tip of the plug against her hole.

“What is that?”

“A plug,” I replied.

“But I’ve never…nothing’s ever…”

“Shush, little one. Try and relax.”

She let out a cry that became a groan as the well lubricated plug slowly slid into her. I didn’t rush, not wanting to hurt her too much at first. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered as it was swallowed by her ass. I was surprised by how easily it disappeared, the base all that remained outside her, the sight tormenting me, making me want to tear it out and shove my cock in there instead.

I stood back up, watching her shift in place for a moment before returning to the box. I took out the cane out of the box, swishing it through the air.

“What’s that noise?” she asked, fear coursing through every word.

“Something to punish you for being so bad,” I replied, setting my feet in place, my arm raised. “You will have six. After each strike, you will thank me. Understand?”

“Uh huh,” she muttered. “But-”

Whatever she was going to say, it went away, replaced by a shriek as I brought the cane down on her ass. The shriek was combined with her twisting in place and tugging at her bonds while I stared at her ass, watching the red line appear, turning into a raised welt from the blow of the cane. “Thank me,” I growled. “Or you’ll get twice as many.”

“Th…thank you,” she muttered, sounding on the verge of tears.

“That’s better.” The cane lashed down again and she let out another scream.

“Thank you,” she managed after a few seconds.

I struck her four more times, each blow bringing another raised line of redness to those beautiful buttocks of hers. Once the six were over, I wished I’d said twelve but it wouldn’t do to go back on my word. There was much more to do with her yet. I rummaged in the box and brought out the cooling cream. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I coated my fingers in lotion before smoothing it over her ass, gently soothing the sting from the caning. “That hurt so much,” she said, a tremble to her voice.

“It was supposed to,” I replied. “And I suppose you hated every second.” I slid my hand down between her legs, feeling how wet she was. She didn’t say anything but I heard her breathing change as I stroked her pussy, my other hand rolling the base of the plug, moving it inside her, thrusting it gently forwards.

Her breathing became even heavier. I kept stroking her pussy, teasing her clit until I was sure she was close to orgasm. “I’m going to come,” she muttered. “Oh, please don’t stop.”

“Not yet,” I said, moving my hands to the ropes, untying her quickly. “Get on your knees.”

She pouted up at me, looking both cute and sexy at once, the blindfold still in place over her eyes. Once she was knelt before me, I reached down to my trousers. “Open your mouth,” I said, watching her closely as she obeyed me without a second’s pause.