Seize(14)

She doesn’t know it yet, but I do. I realized the moment they found out she escaped that I was bound to lose her someday. Whether by choice or by force, I will make sure to leave an unforgettable impression.

It’s all I have left. Her and her memories of me—however sweet, crude, sexy, or vile they may be. They are real, and they are the truth. No one can take that from us. Not even them.

As I spank her for the last time, her voice strains to pronounce the last number. “Fifteen.”

“Good little fairy,” I say, rubbing her ass.

Her cheeks tense as I touch her, probably because she’s afraid that I will hurt her again. This idea—that she is scared of me, intimidated by me—makes me even harder.

“Now, what do we say?”

“I’m sorry, Mister Brand, for spitting in your face.”

“Good. And …?”

“And?” she repeats.

“Thank me.”

She frowns, smashing her lips together to hide her anger. “Thank you, Mister Brand,” she growls.

“For what?”

“For spanking me.”

I smile victoriously. Even when it’s forced, I love to hear her say those words. “Will you behave?”

“Yes, Mister Brand.”

“Let’s see if you are ready for me now …”

“No,” she says.

“What’s that?” I say, squeezing her ass firmly.

“I don’t want that.”

“Yes, you do.”

My hand drifts down between her legs, cupping her pussy. Applying pressure with my fingers causes her to suck in a breath. I groan as her wetness spills onto my hand.

“You say that you don’t want me, but your pussy tells me that you do. Desperately.”

I push my index finger into her pussy, deeper and deeper until she bucks and squeezes her ass together.

Every time my cock bounces in my pants, I have to remind myself that I’m here with a purpose.

“Hmmm … Time for that pussy to remember who it belongs to.”





Accompanying Song: “Body Electric” by Lana Del Rey





Room 569. Providence, Rhode Island – June 3nd, 2013





“Stay there,” I say.

She whimpers, sinking down to her knees, defeated. I walk to the table, grab a butt plug and some lube from the drawer, and bring it back to her. I rub the lube all over the butt plug and then over her butt. She doesn’t flinch at all. She doesn’t even look at me when I raise her ass and push the plug in. Not a sound escapes her mouth. She’s trying to stay strong, even after I humiliated her, degraded her, and showed her not to mess with me.

“Keep that in there.” I grab her wrists, pulling her up and tugging her away from the door. She stumbles backward, looking confused as I spin her around in my arms.

“Have you even looked around this room yet, Miss Carrigan?”

Her eyes narrow, but then widen in shock as she gazes around the room. I know what she sees. White tiles on the floors and walls, one single, bright lamp hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the single bed in the middle.

“The hospital …” she murmurs.

“Yes,” I say. “This is a replica, including the bed with restraints.”

“Why would you do such a thing?” she says, trying to rescue herself, but to no avail.

I pull her with me to the bed, pushing her forward so she’ll sit down. “Because this is the only way to keep them at bay.”

She shivers as I pull her arms up to the bedpost and grab the binds that are there for me to use. I pin down her wrists and put the binds around them. She jerks her arms, attempting to break free.

“See that gun over there?” I say, glancing at it perched against the wall near the door. “It can still hurt you if you don’t listen to me.”

“You said you wouldn’t.”

“I said I didn’t want to, but it doesn’t mean that I won’t if you don’t listen. This has to be done. You will just have to accept it and endure.”

Tears form in her eyes as I tie her ankles to the bed as well, chaining her up. Now, normally I would do all of this with ropes and add a little embellishment on her tits as well, but unfortunately, this is all for show and a little less for my own excitement.

I walk to the table and open the drawer. I placed a camera in here long ago, a cheap, disposable one, specifically for situations such as these. As I turn around toward her and snap a few pictures, she frowns and gapes at me. “What are you going to do with those?”

“The same as I did with the video.”

“You’re going to add them to your ‘personal collection’?” she retorts.

“Clever,” I say, chuckling. “But no, although, now that you mention it, I would love to look at these again after some time. Stroke my cock to it. Come all over your picture.” I smile deviously. “Make you watch me while I do it.”