“You are fucking crazy!”
He acts so fast I never had a chance to anticipate the move or counter him as he quickly grabs me up and turns me over his knee. I’m still only wearing a t-shirt, sans the cotton underwear he tore from my body when he fucked my brains out this morning. One of his legs is rapidly placed over both of mine, effectively pinning me down so that my wiggling and fighting gets me nowhere. He grabs my long, blonde hair and yanks, forcing my head back up to listen to his threats. His baritone voice is smooth and calm as he speaks to me in a volume barely above a whisper.
“You would do well to learn that I’m not a man who carelessly throws threats around.”
The sting of his hand on my ass brings a heat to not only my skin, but also to the core of my very being. Five strikes later, when I feel I can’t possibly take any more of the pain his large hand is inflicting on me, he begins to comfort me. His hands lightly stroke over the heat radiating from my ass and I find myself raising my hips as his fingers make their way between my legs. His smooth voice calms me, putting me in a state of lethargic euphoria, as his finger dips into my folds.
“I love the way your body responds to me. You are so wet, baby, so very wet.”
It’s as if his words are the catalyst I need to pull me from my compliant state and I begin to fight him again. This time, his voice is pure menacing threat laced with a dangerous warning to submit.
“Calm down! You should be very careful. I’m not your garden variety male when it comes to my sexual preferences. I will take you into a darkness so deep, you’ll never find your way back into the light of day.”
“I’ll be good.”
“No… you’ll be what I tell you to be.”
His fingers dip inside of me once more but, this time, he adds the accompanying sensation of his thumb making swirls around my clit.
“Your orgasms belong to me now and I’m contemplating leaving you unfulfilled, sopping in your wetness.”
“Please let me come,” I groan, past the point of my pride restraining me from begging this monster.
“Beg me.”
“Please, please,” I beg him, lifting my hips in an attempt to fuck his long fingers lodged deep inside me.
I am so close, so fucking close. “I’ll do anything, anything. Just let me come.”
“That’s exactly what I want to hear.” His fingers pump, swirling me into an abyss of need.
“Come for me, baby. Saturate my fingers in your juices.”
My body bucks in obedience, my back arches, and a kaleidoscope of color fills my vision as an orgasm rages through me. I collapse with my body draped over him and, once again, he pulls my head back roughly. This time, it’s to shove his fingers into my mouth.
“Clean them off. That’s what pure, unadulterated need tastes like. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll crave my cock like a junkie craves a fix. Now, be a good girl and take a nap. I expect you to be bathed with your make-up on and wearing the clothes I have provided for you by six pm. You will accompany me to the dining hall for dinner at that time. Don’t even think about disobeying me or that spanking you got earlier will be nothing compared to how I’ll discipline you the next time.”
He laid me on the bed and the beep of the door alerts me that I am, once again, locked in and alone. That sound, the one signifying my captivity, is the last thing I hear before I drift off to sleep.
Chapter Four
Cash
Things are going quite well. I hadn’t counted on her training beginning so quickly but since her outburst opened the door to her first discipline session, I jumped on it.
The sooner I’m able to train her to be a sexually submissive woman, the sooner I can begin her training for Undercover Elite. She’ll be the first and only woman to ever work with the organization. It will be interesting to watch her infiltrate the enemy using her feminine wiles. Of course, I’ll never allow her to service any man other than myself. She is now property—my property.
I decide to take a moment and read over more of her journal. The sooner I am familiar with what makes her tick, the sooner I will be able to train her in things like hand-to-hand combat, interrogation, and arms. I move the mouse around, bring her journal back up, and begin to read.
“You stay in this room until you learn how to tie those shoelaces,” the large, terrifying man screamed down at me.
As soon as the coast was clear, my best friend showed up. She’s my hero and my sister who was born five years prior to my birth. They say that five years is a great age difference in siblings, though I am sure that family planning was not part of my birth mother’s thinking. She all but confirmed that knowledge to me when she casually informed me that I was the byproduct of rape. She spoke as if we were discussing the weather or taking the trash out. Not once did she take into consideration that she was adding another wound to my psyche, one that would leave a brutal scar… one that would never heal. It seems that she had separated from my birth father and he forced himself on her after their break-up. She made sure to point out that I was born the year birth control came out. I couldn’t help but hear her veiled message, “I wish that you had never been born.”