Claiming My Sweet Captive

I moved down the bed and caught her ankles, cuffing them to the bedposts. She was stretched out before me, and I finally allowed myself to really look at her for the first time. Despite her bonds, she hadn’t stopped struggling. I admired the way her small breasts bounced slightly as she twisted and turned. She was still exposed where Cristian had cut away her shirt and bra, but I hadn’t allowed myself to truly appreciate her lithe body in his presence. The darker part of me very much enjoyed seeing her bound beneath me, helpless and trapped.

She wasn’t going anywhere.

Her crystalline blue eyes finally focused on me, and they widened, like a frightened doe.

I pressed my hand against her bare stomach, pinning her down against the mattress like a delicate butterfly. I simply watched and waited for her to exhaust herself. She wasn’t giving up easily, but eventually, she’d surrender to her predicament. Then, I’d be able to close her wound and begin to learn her body.

Finally, she stilled beneath me, but her limbs still quivered, practically vibrating with the desire to escape.

“Are you done?” I asked calmly.

“Fuck you,” she flung at me.

I couldn’t allow that kind of language. It seemed her training would have to begin a little sooner than I’d intended. She needed to understand her place with me.

Keeping her pinned in place with one hand, I brought the other down on her breasts, slapping the outer swells just hard enough to leave a fierce sting. Her shrill cry made my cock stiffen. But it was too soon for that. No matter how alluring I found her, I wouldn’t take her before she was ready to accept me without fear.

That didn’t mean I wouldn’t handle her body as I wished. I didn’t stop slapping her breasts until her eyes began to shine with tears.

“I won’t tolerate insults,” I informed her. I wasn’t angry. This was discipline. She simply had to learn how to behave properly. “You will speak to me with respect. Do you understand?”

“No,” she moaned, but the word was more horrified than venomous.

“You will understand soon,” I promised her, deciding she didn’t require further punitive correction. “You’re frightened, but you will learn. For now, I’m warning you not to curse at me again. Tell me you’ll obey.”

Her tears spilled over, glistening on her lovely skin before falling into her flame-red hair.

She didn’t answer immediately, so I fixed her with my most forbidding stare. “Tell me.”

That little whimper that had already tempted me slipped through her lips, and she managed a shaky nod. Her capitulation sent dark satisfaction coursing through me. I softened toward her, pleased with her surrender.

“In the future, I will expect a verbal answer,” I told her. “You belong to me now, Samantha. Defiance will lead to punishment. Obedience will be rewarded. You choose whichever you want. I might seem like a harsh Master, but I’m fair. Your behavior has consequences, either painful or pleasurable for you.”

“Please,” she choked out. “I can’t… I don’t… Don’t…” Her breaths turned sharp and shallow as her panic began to take hold of her again. She wasn’t drawing in enough air, and I didn’t want her to faint again.

I cupped her face with both hands, bracketing her cheeks. “Breathe,” I ordered, lightly stroking her smooth skin, both to soothe her and to satisfy my own curiosity. She was even softer than she appeared, delicate. I could break her with my bear hands.

But that would be a waste. I had so many more deviant ways I wanted to touch her.

She still wasn’t calming, so I allowed myself to explore further, threading my fingers through her silken hair and lightly massaging her scalp.

“Breathe with me,” I ordered gently. I drew in a slow, deep breath, and she mirrored me. “Again.” She continued to comply, and after a while, her breathing returned to a more natural rhythm. She went limp against the mattress, all the fight finally leaving her. Her eyes glazed over slightly as exhaustion claimed her.

I wanted to keep touching, exploring. But I was mindful of her injury. I needed to take care of her immediate needs before I could satisfy my own desires.

“Better,” I nodded my approval and returned my attention to my task. I picked up the cloth I’d been using to clean the cut before she’d roused. “You’re still bleeding. I’m going to clean you up. This will sting a little. Stay still.”

I kept one hand against her cheek, hooking my thumb beneath her jaw to lock her in place. Dried blood was smeared on her porcelain cheek where Cristian’s knife had pierced her skin when he threatened to give her a scar to match my own.

I smothered my fury and shoved the memory down. Samantha was mine now, and I wouldn’t allow him to harm her again.

I touched the cloth to the tiny cut, and she hissed in pain. But she didn’t move away.

“Good girl,” I praised, pleased that she wasn’t fighting me anymore. It seemed she would respond to a firm but fair hand. That would make things easier for her in the coming days.

I moved my attention to the cut on her collarbone. This one was more painful for her, and she made little keening noises through clenched teeth as I worked. I shushed her, the soft sound meant to comfort rather than rebuke.

When I was satisfied that the cut wouldn’t become infected, I drew back and considered her for a long moment. Her lovely eyes were still wide and frightened, but pain lingered in the fine lines around them. She shuddered, her terror still riding her hard.