When I came back down to my body from where I’d flown into the ceiling, he was watching me with something akin to awe on his face. He pressed a hand on my quivering tummy as he pulled his finger out of me and once again sucked my juices from his finger.
“I would give you my mouth but it’s too soon. A few more days and we’ll be able to play. Damn.” He was having this conversation as if we were on the same level, as if I had a choice. I kept my lips sealed as he untied my arms and legs. The pain was unimaginable as the blood flowed to my limbs. I was surprised when he massaged them until the pain eased and faded.
“Come and eat.” He said the words just as the door opened and a maid came into the room. I was red with embarrassment until I realized she never even looked at me. Her head was down as she carried the heavy tray and placed it on the large table near the door on the opposite wall.
My legs buckled as I tried to stand and I remembered the lashes under my feet. There was no way for me to get to the table unless I crawled and I wasn’t about to do that.
“I said supper’s ready didn’t you hear me pet?” He didn’t even turn to look at me. If he had he would’ve seen the look of fury on my face and the finger I threw up at his back. “I can’t walk it hurts.”
“You’re a smart girl, or so I’ve been told. Figure it out.” I didn’t move. “If I have to come to you you’re not going to like it. Get your ass in this chair now.” I held out for two seconds more before my resolve kicked in. No sense in going hungry, as I’m sure he’d starve me if I didn’t do as he said.
With each feel of my knees and palms against the wooden floor I plotted my revenge. Maybe if I went along he’d think I’d given in and I’d get my chance sooner. I’d noticed he’d locked the door when he went out last time, and the windows were high enough that I knew there was a good drop if I happened to get them open.
Before I’d fallen asleep I’d had some time to think and there was only one way left open to me. I might leave this room without my innocence, but it was a small price to pay for my freedom.
12
Master Brax
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I can see that mind of hers working as she finally made it to the table. I kicked the chair away from the table to make room for her to climb up and wasn’t fooled for one second by her bowed head. I wonder what game she’s up to this time? It seems my delightful little sub is full of them.
She was the first woman to deny me since I’d started fucking. She had no idea what a thrill she was to me, if she did she’d probably become docile overnight. I’d grown tired of the pliancy of my conquests of late; tired of the games I’d learned from my father and his cronies. It had become too easy, too uniform.
I never thought the day would come when I’d grow tired of fucking, but lately all the pussy had started to taste and feel the same. I was expected to marry and settle down, not that that meant I would be giving up my fun on the side, of course not.
But the thought of marrying some affable socialite whose only purpose in life was to give me sons did not appeal. This one was my last go round before I tied the noose around my neck. I was more than happy that she was proving to be a handful. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to beat her ass until I bent her to my will.
“Eat pet.” She looked down at her plate with a stubborn frown. I knew she couldn’t fault the food on her plate, it was the same braised lamb and roasted vegetables that I was having. I waited for her to obey but she stubbornly stared me down and refused to even lift the fork from beside her plate. I knew she had to be hungry so could only surmise she was doing it just to be contrary. Or maybe she was pushing to see just how far she could go before I reined her little ass in.
Without a word I took the plate and placed it on the floor at my feet. “Eat!” When she didn’t move I reached out and grabbed her hair and pulled her from the chair to kneel before me. “What did I tell you about defying me?” I released my cock, kicked her plate out of the way and brought her head down to my cock.