I open the front door, lead her inside, and hit the light switch. Thankfully, I’d turned on the generator the day before. The large main room floods with light.
Erika stalls, her mouth open and her feet unable to move. “No. Please.” Her words are meant for me but her eyes are too busy scanning the room. It isn’t the small kitchen area or table that has her attention. It’s the St. Andrew’s cross secured against one wall, a bondage table nearby, and an elaborate hook and chain suspended from a ceiling beam. Below the suspended chain are too large rings set in the concrete floor.
Near the cross on one wall is an armoire filled with every toy and accessory imaginable. Next to it, hanging on the wall, is an assortment of whips, crops, paddles, floggers, and canes. I know she isn’t ready for all of this, and I’d considered putting it away, but I couldn’t resist seeing her reaction. She barely blinks as she takes it all in, turning slowly toward the large four-poster bed already adorned with wrist and ankle cuffs
Erika swallows as her lip disappears behind her teeth and the pink leaves her cheeks. Her grip upon my hand tightens.
I pull her close and menacingly whisper near her ear. “I know your fantasies.”
She shakes her head.
“What did I say about lying?”
“I’ve never said...” She can’t seem to take her eyes off everything.
“I’ve seen your Kindle account. I know what you like to read. Your Tumblr account. I know what videos you watch.” My smile broadens as I take a step back and release her hand. “You’re a dirty slut and you want to be treated like one.”
Her gaze falls to the floor as she bites her lower lip. “Read and watch...not live.”
I have no desire to debate this with her. “Take off your clothes, everything.”
I step back to the outside door and latch it. “I’m locking the door to keep us safe, not because I’m worried about you running. You know how long we drove to get here. Tell me, kitten, do you think you can run away?”
“N-no, Sir,” she says, fumbling with her torn dress.
“That’s good, because if you did, and I caught you, I’d punish you until you couldn’t stand and then I’d fuck your holes, every one of them. Is that what you want?”
“N-no. S-sir.”
Her words are separated by soft cries. I resist the urge to lick the salty tears from her cheeks, but I honestly worry that if I supply any more stimuli it might send her over the edge. This is a bold new world and my kitten is barely keeping up.
Once her clothes are off, I begin with her education and point to the large circle in the beam and the chain hanging from it. “Remember those shoes you were supposed to bring?”
She only nods.
I look down at her bare feet and shake my head. “Your toes are going to get tired.”
Her expression blanks until she understands my meaning. She understands that binding her from that chain, with only her toes touching the floor would have been easier with the red heels I told her to bring. “P-please...” Her words trail way as her shoulders drop. Her body is telling me that she knows there’s nothing she can beg for. Everything is at my discretion.
“Kneel.”
Her eyes dart to the St. Andrew’s cross and she falls to her knees. “Good girl,” I praise as I walk closer. “Eyes down, always down.” I tilt her head forward. “I want that ridiculous makeup gone, but first I made you a promise.” I unsnap my jeans and sigh. The relief at freeing my throbbing hard cock is overwhelming. Having Erika Ellis naked on her knees has been my dream, and it’s now my reality.
When she looks up through her lashes seeing me stroking my cock, she gasps. “No,” she says, a familiar smugness in her tone. “You can’t make me. I’ll bite it off. I swear I will. This is ridiculous. I’m not sucking you, not like this.”
“Kitten,” I purr, stroking her hair and tilting her eyes back down. “I never said you were. I said I was going to fuck your mouth.”
She starts to stand when I push her back to the floor. “Do not move without my permission. Eyes down.”
I wait until she sinks again to her knees and bows her head before I walk over to the armoire, the one I thoroughly checked the day before. While I would like her to willingly submit, I have to admit, her fire is erotic. It always has been. Searching through the toys, I find wrist cuffs and a spider gag, items I thought I might need.
With my cock hard and pointed toward the sky, I take my choice of toys back to my kitten. Walking around behind her I say, “Put your hands behind your back.”
“P-please...”