Claimed

James felt alive, his whole being thrumming in time with the vibrations radiating from her cunt and swirling over his sheathed cock. His heart was hammering, his breath ragged in his throat as he fucked his girl, slamming in and out of her. He wanted to hold on longer to savor the intensity of the experience, but knew it was hopeless.

Within minutes he felt the tightening in his balls that signaled an orgasm and he let it go, exploding inside the tight heat of Kelsey’s ass. He fell forward against her and she collapsed beneath him, the vibrator continuing to hum. Still inside her, James rolled to his side, pulling her with him. He reached between her legs and pulled out the vibrator, which he turned off and dropped over the side of the bed.

He pulled Kelsey against him, finding and cupping her small, firm breasts. He could feel her heart thumping and the rise and fall of her chest. Had she climaxed? His cock twitched at the notion. She was so fucking hot!

“Kelsey,” he murmured, nuzzling his face into her thick, soft hair. “I love you.”

She didn’t answer.

Chapter 11

A cool breeze wafted through the porch screen. The lake water looked especially blue in the distance, a sailboat drifting lazily on its surface. Would James ever let her go down to the water? Would she ever be allowed beyond the confines of the cabin?

Since he’d brought her to the cabin, she’d earned privileges, bit by bit. At first it had been hard—so hard—to force herself to call him sir, and to submit to his demands and punishments without wanting to scratch his eyes out.

It wasn’t as hard now. Sometimes she was startled to realize she hadn’t even thought about escape for hours on end. Her focus was more on staying out of the punishment closet, avoiding pain and earning privileges.

She still had plans of escape, make no mistake, but for now it was better to adapt. As twisted as he was, James really did love her, in his way. It was easier to focus on the love, rather than the torturous path he drew her along to receive that love.

Kelsey cradled the warm coffee mug in her hands and sipped the strong, delicious brew. As always, James had added just the right amount of cream and sugar. She loved being allowed to hold the mug herself—a recent privilege, though he still insisted on feeding her.

She’d been so grateful when, after two solid days of disgusting oatmeal, he’d permitted her to share his meal—a perfectly cooked steak and a fresh spinach salad. Each bite had been like heaven in her mouth, and he’d let her eat until she was full.

There had only been one day where she’d been denied food and water. That had been tough. She’d spent most of that day locked inside the punishment closet, sweating in the close confines of the small, hot space, and trying not to freak out. She had learned it was better not to beg to be let out—that only made the punishment last longer. Since then, she’d only spent a few minutes in the closet from time to time, and she’d never missed a meal, though he never let her eat as much as she wanted.

She would have loved at least a few more bites of the French toast he’d prepared for their breakfast that morning, but half a piece had been all he’d allowed her. He’d eaten three pieces himself, along with three slices of bacon. There was still a piece of bacon and the other half of her French toast on the plate, but Kelsey knew better than to ask for it.

“I wouldn’t want you to get fat,” he’d explained. “It’s important that you maintain your appearance for me, but it goes deeper than that. I read on the Her Husband’s Hard Hand that a wife should never be permitted to overeat. A wife needs to understand that she is subservient to her husband, and staying hungry is a keen reminder that she serves at her husband’s pleasure.”

James loved all those websites about training and discipline, and read to her daily from the blogs. At first she’d been horrified to think there were so many deluded women out there, perfectly ready, even eager, to bend their will to a man. Now, though, she was getting more used to the idea. After all, what choice did she have?

She wasn’t his wife, but he called her that all the time anyway. “We’re married in spirit,” he’d claimed. “One day, when you prove yourself worthy, we’ll marry in the eyes of the law as well. I hope you can earn that honor someday, Kelsey. Until then, I’ll continue to train and guide you on your journey along the path of a properly submissive woman.”

Kelsey glanced in James’ direction as she stroked her leather wrist cuffs. He was watching her, she realized suddenly, his gray eyes moving from her face to her bare breasts as the tip of his tongue appeared between his lips. She knew that sign. Soon she would be on her knees, his cock down her throat. Then would come her morning chores. Her leg had healed so well, she barely limped now as she moved through the cabin dusting the furniture and shelves, sweeping and cleaning the floors. She enjoyed doing her chores, if for no other reason than he left her alone while she was working, though he was always nearby. Each day she set herself a personal challenge to do every chore just right so he wouldn’t have to punish her. So far, though, she had failed every time. No matter how well she thought she had done, he always found fault with something.