Her Submission (22 page)

Wanting something different from life.

Enough!

He stood and headed up to where he’d left her. Every step brought back memories of his struggle to climb the damn stairs right after he’d gotten out of the hospital. He’d been glad he had the cabin to himself so no one could watch him crawl or hear his pain-filled gasps. Some things a man needed to get through on his own.

Sometimes solitude could be a bitch.

He opened the bedroom door and looked in at the naked woman on his bed. He wasn’t alone today. Time to learn who and what she was.

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“
Thank you, Master,” Kaci whispered. Now that she’d used the toilet and washed her hands, she wasn’t sure what to do. This bathroom was larger than the one downstairs, all silver, white, and black. Expensive. Masculine.

While waiting for him to free her, she’d half convinced herself he’d want sex again. The possibilities were endless: he might spread eagle her on the bed and pump her helpless body, he might order her back onto her hands and knees and take her from behind, maybe he’d command her to suck his cock again but she hoped not because she needed his weapon in her pussy.  

He studied her from the doorway much as he’d done when he’d first returned to the bedroom. His relentless stare unnerved her. At the same time, having his attention locked on her heated her veins.

She didn’t want to be like this! To have her existence revolve around him. To be so vulnerable.

Yes she did.

“
Where were you born?” he asked.

She blinked. “San Diego.”

“
Where did you grow up?”

Don’t let him in.
“We—my parents moved around a lot. They, ah, they weren’t always together. When they were separated my mother took us to be near her aunt.”

“
How did you feel about the way you lived?”

Old resentments reasserted themselves. At the same time she wished she could find a way to change the subject. Knowing he was interested in her past, her emotions, scared her. Wasn’t living in the moment with this man emotionally unnerving enough?

“
I, ah, I didn’t think about it much. It was just the way things were.”

“
I don’t believe you.”

He’d seen through her attempt to avoid painful issues but was that surprising? After all she stood before him naked except for his restraints. Even though she hadn’t looked at the cuff again hanging from her wrist since he’d returned, she couldn’t ignore its impact.

“
What do you want me to say?” she asked.

“
The truth. About everything.”

Not fair! She wasn’t ready for this, couldn’t imagine ever being. And yet it had been so long since anyone had cared about her. “I didn’t like having to change schools, but that happens to a lot of children so it’s hardly remarkable.”

“
We’re not talking about other people, this is about you.” He stepped into her space, gathered up the loose cuff and slipped it around her free wrist. Just like that he’d handcuffed her again, reinforcing his mastery of her. “What about siblings?”

“
Two older brothers.”

“
Are you in touch with them?”

Maybe he was trying to determine whether they’d look for her. She could lie, try to convince him that keeping her was dangerous, but what—when—if he learned the truth? That might anger him and the fragile connection she believed had begun between them would be shattered.

“
Hardly ever. They joined the military as soon as they could.” She studied the floor. “They couldn’t wait to leave home.”

“
Is that what you did? You packed your belongings and took off?”

“
No. I…”

“
What?”

As irritated as he sounded, she should tell him what he wanted to know, but he was asking so much of her.

Just do it.

“
When I was sixteen, I was found guilty of a crime and taken to a juvenile detention center.”

“
You were hauled out of your parents’ home? Did they try to protect you?”

The question was laughable. Somehow he’d seen deep into her, seen scars she’d hoped no one ever would. The more he learned, the more vulnerable she’d become. She’d have no defenses left, nothing to keep away from this man who believed she belonged to him.

Own. Belonging.

“
Answer me! Did your parents come to your defense?”

Her mouth worked but nothing came out. She felt backed into a corner.

“
Answer!”

Suddenly, irrationally, she launched herself at him. Lifting her arms, she tried to jam the cuffs’ chain against his throat. He grabbed her and spun her around. Then, to her surprise, he let go.

“
Go on, try to get away!”

“
No!” she screamed. Lowering her head so it was aimed at his middle, she charged him. She must have caught him unaware because she hit where she’d intended. He grunted and stumbled back a step. Determined to push off him, she braced her arms against his chest. Before she could, his vice-like fingers clamped down around her forearms.

Forcing her arms over her head, he started to back her away from him. She kicked out and connected with his left leg. A hissing groan escaped him.

I’m sorry.

“
Damn you! God damn!”

She wasn’t sure how it happened, but he levered her so her back was to him. He again hauled her tethered arms over her head and, holding onto the cuffs, marched her toward the bed. The way his breathing labored, she had no doubt he was still in pain.

When he shoved her, she landed face down on the bed. Desperate as she was to get away, fear of angering him even more than he was slowed her. Before she could decide what to do, as if she had any options, he hoisted her onto the mattress and rammed what she guessed was his good leg against her. Her arms remained over her head and with his hand over the back of her neck, she couldn’t lift her head.

“
I’ll teach you to try to defy me.” Every word stuck her like a blow.     

I’m sorry. Master, I’m sorry.
Despite her dread of him, however, she couldn’t make herself apologize. Not only was it too late, she needed him to understand what had compelled her to do what she had.

“
You
will
tell me what I want to hear.” He spat out the words. “That’s what this lesson is about, you being honest about everything.”

Because that’s how you’ll demonstrate your mastery over me.

Understanding how important keeping the upper hand was to him distracted her from what he was doing. Besides, she couldn’t stop him.

After shoving down on her neck to make it clear that he expected her to stay in place, he uncuffed one hand, drew her arms behind her, and re-secured her. To her surprise, he started massaging her buttocks. Expecting a tirade, she held her breath but he only kneaded. Despite herself, she started to respond. Then he pulled one ass cheek away from the other and ran his nail over her rear opening.

She moaned and squirmed.

“
What are you saying, slave? That maybe you don’t want to run away?”

“
Yes I do!” Why hadn’t she called him Master?

“
Don’t lie to me, or yourself.”

He kicked her legs apart, planted his hand against her pussy, and began stroking. She stopped trying to get out from under him. No matter how upset she was by his ability to control her responses, she lacked the will to do anything about it. It shouldn’t be like this! She’d spent years living on her own. The last thing she’d ever do again, she’d repeatedly told herself, was let a man have the upper hand. Once had been enough. Once had nearly destroyed her.

“
Don’t, please,” she begged when a finger entered her drenched opening. “I don’t want—“

“
Your mind hates what’s happening, but it isn’t in charge, slave. Something baser is, something I know a great deal about.”

She knew better than to believe he was no longer angry at her. Any moment he might start punishing her, but right now his finger was working in and out, pumping her sex hole, making it weep in anticipation. Tearing her apart.

 “
That’s right,” he all but crooned. “Give up. Let it happen. Embrace your submission.”

I don’t want to do this, I don’t!
Why then were her cheeks on fire? Why did she ache with the need to have his cock inside her?

Because—because he no longer was holding onto the back of her neck. Instead that hand had moved to between her buttocks. His thumb pushed against her bung hole. His other hand remained at her pussy so now—oh damn yes now two fingers filled her.

An image expanded to fill what was left of her mind. Master had claimed ownership of her ass and cunt. Robbed of use of her hands and face down on the bed that smelled and felt of him, she had no voice in what was happening.

Could only experience.

Rubbing, invading and retreating, Master’s breath hot on her back and both of his legs now against her thighs. Attacking. Taking her down.

Tearing her apart.

Fulfilling her.

Anticipation grew until despite her attempts to remain silent she started bleating. Every time he withdrew his fingers from her sex hole, she wailed in fear of being denied only to whimper when he again plowed into her. She hated and loved being plundered.

A lifetime ago her teenage sex drive had nearly destroyed her. She’d spent so long denying its power while carving out an existence she could handle. Today Master was teaching her how futile those attempts had been.

Sexual need ruled her.

Master ruled her.

“
Please, please, please,” she whimpered.

“
Please stop doing this or make you climax?”

Not
let
but
make
. That should be her warning, her call to action. Why then was she allowing him to demean her?

As her body softened and heated, her mind went back through the years to when a clanging door signified the end to freedom. At first she’d screamed and kicked the door but once she’d exhausted herself, a measure of sanity had returned. She had no choice but to endure.

That’s what she’d do now, endure.

Not lose herself in pleasure.

Somehow.

Despite the hot pressure in her pussy and commanding thumb pushing past her puckered flesh, she forcefully gathered bits and pieces from her past. Stern looks from those whose job it was to teach her the error of her way, writing her parents but never hearing from them, begging to be allowed to contact the man/boy she’d been in love with only to be given a letter from him saying he was moving on, getting married.

Realizing what a fool she’d been.

“
Where’d you go?” Master turned her over and pulled her off the bed. Her legs shook, her pussy still dripped, and everything felt empty. “How did you manage to check out?”

Even when he took hold of her chin and forced her to face him she didn’t answer.

“
I don’t understand you, slave, but I’m going to.”

Chapter fourteen

A few minutes later Kaci stood on the second story deck outside Master’s bedroom. Seeing the trees standing guard around his place brought home their isolation. She’d barely had time to note the sloping ground and thick shade before he pushed her breasts-first against one of the vertical support pillar. He unfastened her cuffs, spun her so she faced him with her back pressing into the pillar and re-secured her arms in front. His expression was neutral and yet she noted both darkness and determination.

If only she was on the ground! Could run.

Before bringing her out here, he’d ordered her to stay the hell where she was. Then he’d gone downstairs and returned carrying the familiar red rope, a slender whip, and a short glass of dark liquid. He’d taken those things onto the porch and spent too much time out there doing things she couldn’t see, could only imagine.

Now he pulled her away from the pillar and under a rope he’d looped over a beam above her head. He tied one end of the rope to the chain between her wrists. That done, he took hold of the other end of the rope and walked with it to the railing. When he pulled, her arms lifted.

Up and up they went, reaching for nothing, forcing her to stretch as much as possible without standing on her toes. He secured his rope end to the railing and stepped away from it.

“
Keeping you in place,” he said unnecessarily.

It was late afternoon. The day was still warm but it would soon start to cool. Did he intend to keep her outside all night? If he did she’d scream, take her chances that someone would hear. Maybe she should cry out now.

He stepped behind her, prompting her to look back at him. She shuddered when he picked up a length of rope from a small table near a substantial handmade wooden chair.

“
You’re going to listen to me for a while,” he informed her as he doubled the rope. “Then when I’m done, you’re going to answer my questions.”

There’d been no give to his voice, no hint that what she wanted meant anything to him. This was how things were going to be.

She didn’t try to draw away as he placed two red strands in her mouth and tied them behind her head. The rope gag hadn’t completely cut off her ability to make a sound which maybe was what he intended.

After positioning her so she faced him, he sat in the chair he might have made and sipped from his drink. After a few swallows he put the glass down and picked up the whip. At the end were a half dozen thin leather strips.

“
This—“ He snapped the whip at her. The strips stung her belly. “Is to make sure I have your full attention. You weren’t able to escape earlier because you’re hardly the first woman I’ve taught the meaning of helplessness.” He indicated his bad leg. “If it had been earlier in my recovery, you might have.” Several lines of pain bloomed over her breasts.