Her Submission (18 page)

“
What did you do?” He touched her cheek. “Never mind. You can tell me later.”

“
I don’t want to.”

“
I know you don’t but you have to.”

Something had changed about his tone. Whatever it was it went with his fingers on her cheek and then moments later when he started untying her legs. As grateful as she was to be able to bring them together, she had to clench her teeth to keep from begging him to let her come.   

He removed her blindfold. She blinked repeatedly but couldn’t bring him into focus. Her eyes burned yet she didn’t believe she’d cried. Most likely sweat was responsible.

Touch me down there. That’s all it’ll take, a single touch.

“
I’m giving you a choice,” he said. “If you want I’ll take you right to the shower followed by giving you something to eat.” He stared at her pussy. “Or you can start with another kind of relief.”

Looking at the tool now on the chair arm was easier than meeting his eyes. The silver and red vibrator appeared so innocent sitting there. Just closing her legs had given her back a small amount of privacy, a mute statement about the need for self-determination.

Shaking her head, she opened herself to him. “I hate you,” she muttered.

“
Yeah, I know.”

He picked up the vibrator and turned it on. The way the head shimmied made her think of a rattlesnake about to strike.

“
Just do it. Get it over with.”

Instead of pointing out that she was in no position to order him to do anything, he reached into the space she’d provided and separated her labial lips. His fingers were so gentle, a stark contrast to the tool he’d used to tear her into pieces.

Seconds later, wildly gyrating rubber settled over her sex. Much as she needed this, it was so much. She tried to straighten then forced herself to hold still. As sensation reached every part of her she told herself he was no longer
doing
. Except for her imprisoned arms, she had back control over her body.

Or did she?

Hot juices flowed from her along with what was left of her ability to reason. Her head fell back so it rested on the chair. Her toes dug into the carpet, and her mouth hung open.

Back in the dungeon her mind had created over the years, staring in helpless awe and submission at the man who’d laid claim to every inch of her body. Handing herself over to him, accepting his domination, trusting.

She came. Came in a thunder of cries and clenching sex muscles. Dove into wave upon wave of defenseless heat, nearly drowned.

“
I hate you!” she blurted when at last she could speak, but it was a lie. If she hated anyone, it was herself because he now knew so much about her, nearly everything.

Chapter eleven

“
I’m calling because I wanted to point out something about the pictures you sent,” Damek said. “I’m not sure you’re aware of what you did. Maybe you want to talk about it.”

Reno had to look at the clock to get a handle on the time. He’d barely noticed the sun setting and was surprised to learn it was going on for 9 p.m. On the TV, a professional baseball game was tied, action suspended while a new pitcher warmed up.

“
What?” he asked. “You’re critiquing the lighting?”

“
Where is she? If you’re in the middle of something—“

“
I’m not. What’s this about?”

Damek grunted. “I just wanted to make an observation and hopefully get your reaction. Instead of telling me to go to hell, give me a minute because I might be getting to something. Have you looked at the shots you took of today’s lesson?”

“
No.”

“
You might want to.”

“
Damn it what are you talking about?”

“
You and I have probably taken a million pictures of slaves we’re working with. After a while they all run together. Tall, short, skinny, padded, it doesn’t much matter. They’re naked. End of discussion.”

Eventually Damek would get around to the reason for his call. In the meantime he’d concentrate on bringing himself back to the here and now. He might have dozed off. That was a good enough explanation for why he was having such a hard time holding up his end of the conversation. What he did know was that his newest acquisition was lying on the couch at the opposite side of the room. A chain connected her ankle to the couch leg and her hands were cuffed in front. He’d thrown a blanket over her and her hair billowed over a throw pillow. Soft snoring sounds led him to believe she hadn’t heard his cell phone.

“
Something’s different about this batch,” Damek said. “Yeah there were pussy and boob shots, but I don’t think you’ve ever taken this many of a slave-in-training’s face.”

Reno straightened and muted the TV. “You can identify her?”

“
No. Never saw her mug on a wanted poster.”

Wanted poster? Had it ever gotten to that point with her? Something she’d said made him realize it was a possibility. Maybe she’d been locked up before anyone had to go looking for her.

“
I just want to put this out there,” Damek went on. “You can tell me I’m crazy if that’s what you think, but I got the sense you’re seeing her in a new way.”

“
Of course I am,” he snapped. “For the first time in forever I’m not under contract to produce a marketable product within a tight timeframe.”

Damek snorted. “Maybe. Maybe not. Look, I’ve been worried about you and not just because you got smashed up good. Ever since the accident you haven’t given a damn about much of anything.”

Yeah, I know.

“
Are you still there? I thought you might bite my head off.”

“
I’m trying to decide whether it’s worth the effort,” he said even though he wasn’t.

“
Take a look at the shots. Her expression shows in most of them.”

Knowing Damek, that was as far as he’d go which suited Reno just fine. They spent a few minutes talking baseball, then Damek said he was going to fix himself a nightcap. Reno hung up but instead of doing the same thing himself, he turned his attention to the small form on his couch. Even before she’d told him she’d spent part of her youth locked up, he’d wanted to know something about her.

He wouldn’t be feeling this way if he hadn’t brought her to his sanctuary.

The hell he wouldn’t.

Then it had to be her innate submissive nature and the opportunity to exploit it.

No, not that either.

Angry and confused, he tried to turn his attention back to the game. The relief picture worked his way into a full count and kept shaking his head at the catcher’s signs. After fouling off three balls, the batter walked.

“
Shit,” he muttered and stood. He didn’t ask himself why he was going over to her. From the looks of things she was down for the count. He could wake her of course. Hell, maybe he should just to bring home a little matter of who was in charge, but he’d put his leg through the wringer. He should kick back in the recliner, maybe fall asleep himself.

The blanket had slid off her shoulder but still covered her breasts which made things marginally easier on his nervous system. Frowning, he cradled his cock. It wasn’t rock hard like it had been when he’d been working on her but neither was it just hanging there like it had ever since his accident. The docs had assured him that a loss of libido—that’s what they called it—was normal considering how much healing his system had to do. After all he’d nearly died. He’d know he’d turned the corner when he stopped obsessing over his mortality and started being interested in sex again.

Back when the docs had told him that, he’d debated letting them know how he earned a living. If they did, they’d understand that being turned on was a constant condition for a man in his profession and not giving a damn about fucking scared the hell out of him.

Maybe he should get in touch with the medical staff and let them know the corner had been turned.

Except, maybe, the return of his hard-on was more complicated than that. Revolved around her.

His captive sighed and repositioned her hand under her cheek. She looked so damn innocent, trusting even.

Except for the collar, cuffs, and chained ankle.   

What did you do to get you sideways with the law? And when it happened, did anyone stand beside you or were you alone?

Like me.

His fingers tightened around the family jewels. Brought up short by the resultant pain, he backed away from the nameless female he’d brought into his world. Enough was enough! From now on he’d be all business with her. Get back in the saddle so to speak.

And when he had her the way he wanted her?

He’d worry about that then.

#

“
Hands behind your head. Arch your back. Stick out your breasts. Get those damn legs spread.”

Despite the hobbles, Kaci struggled to obey. Otherwise he wouldn’t let her eat. He’d been doing what he called putting her though her paces for what seemed like hours and showed no sign of growing tired of ordering her around. When she’d first woken after spending the night on the couch, it had taken her several minutes to absorb the reality of her situation. She hadn’t had any choice but to stay in place until he unfastened the chain from the couch leg. He’d pushed her ahead of him into the bathroom, dragging the chain behind her. Using the toilet under his steady and silent stare had served an unnecessary reminder of their relationship.

To her relief, he’d let her use a toothbrush and wash up. When he signaled that she’d been in the bathroom long enough, she’d hoped he had breakfast in mind. Instead, he’d hobbled her.

How long ago had that been and what else would he make her do before her training, if that’s what this was, was over?

“
From today forward,” he said as she thrust her breasts at him, “you will have only one purpose in life. That’s to please your master. I understand your resistance. In fact I expect it.” He leaned forward and pressed the tip of the switch he’d chosen for this morning’s lesson against her left nipple. “Whether you fight me or try to take your mind from what’s being done to your body doesn’t matter because in the end I’ll win. I always do. No.” He ran the switch under her chin, forcing her to lift her head. “How many times do I need to remind you to keep your position until I release you from it?”

She didn’t think he expected a reply so concentrated on forcing her stiff muscles to do as he’d commanded. Not long ago he’d fixed himself eggs and toast while her forehead rested on the kitchen floor and her buttocks waved at nothing. The smell lingered, making her stomach growl and her mouth water, and yet she couldn’t say she hated him. She wasn’t sure what she felt now that they were in the living room, maybe a bit of pleasure because his day revolved around her. Everything he said and did was with her in mind.

“
Hands on your thighs.”

Swallowing a groan of relief, she eased her cuffed hands over her head and rested them on her upper legs. She took care to keep her back arched so hopefully he wouldn’t give her another example of what the switch was capable of. A half dozen stinging blows to her breasts earlier when she hadn’t presented herself to his satisfaction had been more than enough. She guessed today’s
weapon
was nearly four feet long and made of bamboo. Unlike what he’d used on her yesterday, it would cut flesh if he put his full strength behind it.

“
Keep your hands where they are. Resist any and all impulses to touch your sex.”

How did he know she was aroused?

As soon as she asked the question, she had the answer. This man knew everything about her—at least all the things that mattered to him.

“
I didn’t complete yesterday’s lesson,” he told her. He started rolling the switch between his palms. “In the greater scheme of things this particular timing doesn’t matter, but now that I have your full attention, it’s time to introduce a fundamental rule. I could get you to tell me your name but
slave
suffices.”

What could she do, scream at him that he was wrong? He’d only laugh and punish her.

“
I dare say you have a name for me, one that starts with a B. I’m right aren’t I?”

Silence or a yes? She couldn’t lie because he’d see through it.

“
Hell of a dilemma, isn’t it?”

Before she could think how to respond, the switch struck her upper arms. Trying to protect herself, she gasped and lifted her hands. A thin line of pain sizzled along her right thigh.

“
Back in position, slave! I’m going to keep this so simple even you can follow directions. From this moment on, you will call me Master.”

Master.

“
Say it, now.”

He’d leaned back in the chair, looking calm and relaxed, but she knew better. She still hurt where he’d struck her. Besides, what could she do, run?

No because, insane as it was, she wanted to be with him. Doing this.

“
I’m waiting, but you know I’m not a patient man. Say it.”

“
Master.” She stared at the floor.

“
Not enough. Tell me who I am to you?”

“
M-aster.”   

“
Not enough, damn it!”

Her breasts caught fire. He stuck out his foot and pushed her off-balance so she landed onto her side. Curling into a ball, she risked looking up at the dominating man looming over her.

This was how her imaginary owner had looked.

“
Master,” she whispered. “You’re my master.”

“
Exactly.” He leaned down and hauled her back onto her knees. “On your hands and knees like the dog you are.”

Fighting anger and something else, she did as he’d commanded. She shivered when he moved behind her but didn’t dare look back at him.

“
If curs have been abused, they crawl on their bellies. I can make you do that but I’d rather not.”