Chapter 1
"What the fuck!”
I stared across the street and actually rubbed my eyes once to see if the image burned into my brain would disappear. It didn't. She stood there beneath a weeping willow on the banks of the river, its branches just beginning to show spring buds. His arms were around her, and, unless I missed my mark, his tongue was down her throat. I waited for what seemed an eternity to see if she fought him off, in which case I would relish beating him to a bloody pulp. She didn't, though, and when they broke the kiss and she rested her head on his chest, fury as I had only known once before boiled my blood until I thought I just might spontaneously combust. My fists clenched, and I instantly wondered what she saw in the bastard.
I was two inches over six feet tall, weighed about one eighty, and I prided myself in staying in prime physical condition. Lots of guys said they had a six-pack, but I actually did, and the last time I went to the gym, I benched two hundred. I knew I was good-looking as well. Enough students had come onto me to tell me that. The prick she was kissing looked to be no more than an inch or two taller than her, which would put him at about five seven, five eight at the most, and he was soft. I would even go so far as to say he was fat. I couldn't see his face, but I imagined that he wasn't even in my league.
"What's wrong?"
My coworker had no idea who I was; no one did, really. Only a chosen few knew about my inclinations, and I could count on one hand with four fingers left over how many had ever been witness to one of my full-blown rages. Most who knew what went on behind the closed doors of my home left with only the knowledge that I was a strict but fair Master. Later tonight, she would find out that there was another side of me, a side I rarely let anyone see.
"Nothing," I said mechanically as I turned back to him and we walked back to campus. "What were you saying?"
The rest of the day dragged on. I texted her to tell her that I would be home at six and for her to be ready by the front door. I'm sure she thought she knew what I meant by that, but she didn't. Sure, she'd be waiting for me where she should, with the proper level of submission. She was very good at that. As a matter of fact, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I never would have thought it possible for her to cross me in any way. The thing that kept the rage alive throughout the day was that if she'd wanted out, all she had to do was say so. If she'd fallen in love with someone else, she damn well should have had the decency to just tell me, and I would have let her go. That's the way it went, but the fact that she was kissing another man while still under my roof was in no way acceptable, and she would find that out soon after I stepped foot into my house.
Finally, it was time to go home. I was glad I had taken the train that morning because I wasn't at all sure that I was in a fit condition to drive the sixty miles to my home in East Setauket. As I sat on the train, quiet conversations going on all around me, I seethed silently, my mind conjuring up all sorts of scenarios. After we reached the station, I only had about a mile to drive to my house. I keyed in the code for the gates and waited impatiently as they swung slowly inward. After I drove my black Porsche through, they closed just as slowly, but once they were shut, it was as if the outside world ceased to exist.
Unlike many gates, mine were solid, two-feet thick steel, not bars. The wall in which they were set was almost ten feet tall and made of brick. Security cameras were placed every twenty feet around the top, and they missed nothing. They were calibrated so that when one rotated away from a particular part of the perimeter, at least one, and often two others were already filming there.
I drove into the garage and parked. Then I took a long, deep breath and schooled my face to hide my rage. I walked through the door to the house and into the foyer, deposited my briefcase and keys on the table beside the door, and turned my attention to her. It was five minutes before six o'clock.
She was right where she should have been. Her head was bowed, her gaze was fixed on the floor, her hands were clasped behind her neck, her knees were spread to show off her waxed pussy, and her feet were tucked underneath her as she knelt naked by the front door. On any other day, I would have praised her for her obedience, but that was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. I walked to stand in front of her. I slid one foot between her legs and rubbed the tip against her slit. When I pulled it back, the black leather shone with her arousal. Like the good girl I had thought her to be, she moved not a muscle and made not a sound. I stood there for several more moments, and then I spoke quietly.
"Five minutes."
She just nodded.
I turned from her and went into my study and fired up the computer. I wanted to see exactly what time she had left and what time she had returned. I cued up the security tapes for the front gate and watched as her car left at a little after eight. I frowned. That was shortly after I had left. I fast forwarded until I saw the car again, and the time stamp showed five thirty. The rage built in me again. It wasn't that she was confined to the house while I was gone, but she was supposed to tell me where she was going and how long she'd be. She had done neither and had been gone for over nine hours. I had no doubt where she had been for those nine hours.
I powered down the computer and went to my bedroom to change. Normally, I would wear just my jeans, but this time, I wore my full leathers: pants, jacket, gloves, and combat boots. That in and of itself would tell her that something was wrong, and, although it was not my goal at other times, tonight, I wanted her afraid. Terrified, even. Ten minutes after walking through the garage door, I entered the dungeon.
Again, she was kneeling by the door in the perfect position, but I walked right past her without a word. I walked to the chest and pulled out the things I would need, and I did it as quietly as possible. Then I turned to look at her. Her head was down, but I saw her attempting to see what was happening without letting me know. That only fueled the fire in my blood. I slowly walked over until I stood in front of her.
"Where did you go today?" My voice was cold and tight.
"Shopping, Master," she said, her voice shaking slightly.
"And what did you buy?"
"Some food, Master. I thought to surprise you with dinner tonight."
"I see. Anything else?"
"No, Master."
"Did you forget about something?"
"Yes, Master. I didn't tell you."
"No, you didn't, but that's not what I'm talking about."
"I don't understand, Master."
"Oh, I think you do." I abruptly grabbed her ponytail and pulled her to her feet. She kept her eyes down and bit her lip to keep from crying out. It didn't matter. By the time I was done, she'd be doing more than crying. "Since when does it take nine and a half fucking hours to go shopping for food?" I hissed in her ear, and then I turned and dragged her to the frame in the middle of the room. I only used the frame for punishment, and she knew it. She shuddered as I released her hair and snarled, "Do not move, and do not speak unless I ask you a question."
She nodded her head, and I swiftly and efficiently secured her wrists and ankles to the frame. It was, in turn, secured to the floor and ceiling, so I had no fear that my ministrations would cause it to fall over.
"Look at me," I said, and her head came up in surprise. "I want to see your eyes for this." I slowly circled her, and she squirmed uncomfortably as I once again stood in front of her and held her eyes with mine. "I said don’t move. Now, why are you here?"
"For punishment, Master."
"And why do you deserve to be punished?"
"Because I didn't tell you I was going shopping, Master," she said quietly, her eyes wide with fear. They were about to get a lot wider.
"Partially," I said, "but there is a much bigger reason. Can you guess what that might be?"
"No, Master."
"No? I think you are lying to me. You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
"No, Master," she whispered.
"Which is, in itself, a lie. I think we need a reminder of the rules. We'll jump to number six. What is it?"
"Master, rule number six is: Honesty is everything. Without honesty there is no trust, and without trust there is no safety."
Her hypocritical words infuriated me, and the desire to strike her almost overwhelmed me, but I held it in check for the moment.
"We've already gone over rule number ten about telling me when you leave the house, but there is one rule that you have broken that means more to me than any other." My hand snapped up, and I grabbed her chin, digging my fingers into her jaw. "Take a guess where I spent my lunch hour today."
She was unsuccessful in holding back a whimper. "I don't know, Master."
"Well, let me give you a hint. There's a river in this place, a large river, and weeping willow trees, and I saw something that I never thought I'd see. What do you think that was?"
Her eyes did indeed widen further, and she sucked in her breath. She looked so terrified I thought she might piss herself. "I can explain, Master."
"Explain what?" My voice dropped ominously, and my hand tightened, causing her to cry out softly. "Explain why you were kissing another man while living under my roof? Explain why you spent the day with another man while I was taking care of you? What would you like to explain?" My voice hadn't risen in volume, and I think that scared her more than anything else.
"He's just a friend, Master," she blurted out. "He doesn't mean anything to me."
I shook my head. "Another lie. You don't kiss a friend like that. You don't cling to a friend like that." I stepped closer to her. "I told you I saw you, and I know what I saw." I let her go and took a step back. "What is rule number one?"
She was crying now, tears rolling down her face. "Master, rule number one is: Faithfulness and fidelity above all else."
"Faithfulness and fidelity," I repeated as I circled behind her to the chest. "Above all else." I picked up the strap and moved to stand behind her, my leather-clad body pressed to her naked one. "Above all else!" I yelled in her ear, and she flinched.
"I'm sorry I disappointed you, Master," she blubbered, and I moved in front of her again.
"Disappointed? No, I am not disappointed." I glared at her and finally let her see the rage within me. "I am fucking furious! No one has ever cheated on me before! I have been faithful to you! I have taken care of you and given you every fucking thing you needed! And how do you repay me? You betray me by fucking another man!" I took a deep breath and stepped back. "And now you will pay the price for your fucking betrayal!"
I brought the strap down across her ribs just below her breasts with all my strength. She gasped and cried out wordlessly as a red stripe formed immediately, but I was just getting started. I methodically laid stripes around her ribs and abdomen until she was writhing in her restraints and sobbing.
"Blossom, Master!" she screamed. "Blossom!"
"Oh, no," I hissed. "No safe word. I am not your fucking Master anymore. You are just a goddamned whore who fucked me over, and I am the stupid bastard who fell for your lies."
I dropped the strap and picked up the birch cane. It was one of her least favorite implements, and I didn't usually use it on her because of that, but tonight I didn't care. I was out of control with fury.
"No, Sir, please no! I'm sorry!"
I ignored her pleas and swung the cane, catching her just above her ass, in the small of her back. She screamed, and I paused for a moment to watch the welt rise on her creamy white skin. I continued to mark her ass and legs and back until I drew blood, and then, as it dripped onto the concrete floor, I moved around her and struck her breasts, stomach, and thighs over and over and over, relishing in the injuries I was inflicting. Her screams had died down to incoherent groans, and I looked at her. He head was dropped onto her shoulder, and her eyes had rolled back in her head.
"Oh, no you don't," I said, going back to the chest for smelling salts. I broke a vial underneath her nose, and her head jerked back violently as she took a deep breath and then screamed again. I picked up the cane again and started where I had left off. The cane left weals and welts from her shoulders to her calves and shins, and blood dripped steadily from several places where the tip of the cane had dug into her. I had to revive her twice more before I finished with it, but in between her faints, her screams were music to my ears.
By the time I dropped the cane, she was hanging limply in the restraints, whimpering softly, and I left the dungeon to get a drink. As I added ice cubes to a lowball and poured the bourbon, I thought about what I was doing. I had beaten her before for her disobedience, but never to this extent. The only other time in my life I had gone to this extreme with anyone was when a girl had stolen from me and ran. When I found her in that grimy warehouse, doped up on who knows what, I had strung her up and beaten her viciously, but I had a feeling I might go even further tonight. Theft was one thing, infidelity another. I drained the glass and poured another two fingers before returning to the dungeon.
She was looking at me with terror blanketing her face, and it sent shivers of pleasure through my body. I stalked toward her, sipping the whiskey as I moved. When I was behind her, I finished the drink and stepped close to her, wrapping one arm around her and pressing myself against the welts, causing her to cry out.
"Tell me again why you are here," I snarled.
"I...I was unfaithful to you, Ma—"
"I am not your Master! Do not call me that!" I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back as I dropped my voice. "Did you fuck him today? Hmm? Did he fuck you like I do?” I rubbed my hard cock against her ass, and she groaned. “Did he give you what you needed? No, he must not have because you were here waiting for me to give you more, weren't you? Insatiable little bitch, aren't you? How many times did you fuck him today while I was working to pay for your clothes, this house, your food?" I paused, and she said nothing. "Tell me!" I screamed, yanking her head back further.
"Please, Sir," she whimpered, "let me go. I'll leave, and you'll never hear from me again, I promise."
"Tell me how many times, and I'll think about it." My hand tightened in her hair.
"Twice, Sir," she whispered, and white-hot fury flowed through me. If she had said they hadn't fucked, I probably would have been done, but the thought of another man's dick in her was more than I could handle.
"How long?" I hissed.
"Four months, Sir." Her voice was barely audible.
"Do you realize how fucked up this is?" I said, my tone suddenly deathly calm.
"Yes, Sir."
"Why didn't you just tell me and call this off?"
"Because he won't do the things you do, Sir, and I need it. But I love him."
"Well," I said, releasing her hair, "you're going to fucking get what you need from me tonight, and then you can go love him as much as you fucking want."
"No, Sir! Please, stop!"
"I think not. Not only did you fuck another man while pledged to be mine, you used me to feed you and clothe you and house you while you did it. I'm not sure which pisses me off more." I stood in front of her with the bullwhip, and held it up in front of her face. "Oh, yes I do. It was you fucking him, that's right."
I stepped back and snapped the whip in the air. She mumbled protestations, but I ignored her completely. I had a lot of practice with the whip, and I had gotten to the point where I could place the tip wherever I wanted. This particular whip had a small metal shard attached to the end. I had never used it on her before, and I stared into her eyes for a moment and watched as realization formed in them.
"No, please!" she screamed as I snapped the tip on her left nipple. Immediately, blood started to ooze from the tiny hole left behind. I repeated the process on her right nipple, forcing another scream from her lips.
"Let's see," I said coldly. "Two fucks a day, let's say five days a week for what, sixteen weeks? That's one hundred and sixty fucks. Shall I whip you that many times? One wound for each fuck?"
"No, Sir, please, it wasn't that many!"
"Oh? How many times, then? Ten, twenty, fifty?"
"We've only been sleeping together..."
"Fucking! You've only been fucking! Say what you mean!"
She gulped. "We've only been fucking for two months, and I only saw him twice a week, Sir."
"Fine," I said, doing the math quickly in my head, "that's thirty-two fucks, then, give or take a few. Let's just round it to thirty-five, shall we?"
"No," she moaned, but I barely heard her as I flicked the whip so that another bead of blood formed just on the underside of her left breast.
"That's three," I snarled. I continued, circling her body and counting out the whips, delighting in her screams. "Four, five...thirty-two, thirty-three..." I paused and watched her as she slowly brought her head up to look at me. "Thirty-four," I snarled as I snapped the whip so that it hit directly on her clit. The hoarse scream dragged from her flowed over me, and I shivered in delight. I laid the last strike in the exact same spot, and she passed out.
"Thirty-five."
I dropped the whip and left the dungeon. The demon inside me was sated for the moment, and I went to her room and pulled out some clothes. Returning to her, I noticed that she was still unconscious, so I released her ankles and slid on underwear, tight jeans, socks, and tennis shoes. I wrapped my arms around her torso and held her as I unfastened her wrists. She flopped onto my shoulder, and I laid her on the floor away from the blood pool beneath the frame and strapped on a bra before adding a tight T-shirt. If it hadn't been for the blood soaking through the shirt, she might have just looked asleep, and the sadist in me grinned evilly at the thought that the blood would dry soon, and she'd have to pull at the scabs to get her clothing off.
I left her on the floor and went to my bathroom to clean up. I had blood covering my leathers, and I decided to just trash them. Amazingly little blood was on my skin, and it was an easy process to wash it off. I dressed myself in a white button-down and black jeans and slipped my black loafers on my feet. Then I went back to the dungeon, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her to the garage door, being extra careful not to get her blood on my clothes. I sat her on the floor, leaning against the door, while I grabbed her long overcoat, making sure her keys were still in the pocket. As I put it on her, it dawned on me that it was more to hide the blood stains on her shirt and protect my brand new car's upholstery than for any desire to protect her from the chill of the night. Then I carried her out to my midnight blue 2015 Ferrari 548 Italia and put her in the front seat. She slumped against me, and I buckled her in tightly. When I climbed in behind the wheel, I watched her for a moment. I had deliberately avoided marking her face, and now, she just looked like she was sleeping, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.
I drove to her apartment, which, incidentally, I was paying for while she was with me, and when we arrived, I broke another vial of smelling salts under her nose, the sharp stench quickly filling the car. She jolted awake and immediately groaned as she looked around her.
"Where are we, Sir?"
"Your home," I said, my frigid tone betraying the fact that I was still fucking pissed.
Her eyes went wide. "But, I thought..."
I glared at her. "You thought what? That after I beat you, I'd fucking forgive you? What you did was past forgiveness."
"Then why did you beat me, Sir? Why didn't you just kick me out?"
I laughed then, and she cringed at the sound. "Why do you think? I beat you because I was fucking furious and because I liked it and because you needed to understand that I am not someone you can fuck over and get away with it! Now get the fuck out of my car!"
She stared at me wide-eyed and then started crying as she opened the door. Just before she got out, she looked over her shoulder, wincing as the movement caused her clothing to rub against her wounds.
"I'll miss you, Andrew," she whispered.
It was the first time she had ever used my name, but it didn't matter. "I'm sure you will, Terri, but I won't miss you. Maybe you can get your fat little fuck toy to give you what you need, but I doubt it. Now get the fuck out. I never want to see you again."
She sobbed once and left, shutting the door quietly behind her. I drove away without another look back. I knew she wouldn't tell anyone what had happened to her. I had too much on her for that. I always made sure none of my partners could turn on me without ruining their own lives in the process.
I drove aimlessly around Queens for about twenty minutes, trying to calm the restlessness in me and the hardness in my cock, but it wasn't doing any good, and I finally pulled into a dark driveway in a residential area near the East River and took a deep breath. Normally when I came here, I was looking for a new partner, but this time, I just wanted to fuck someone for a long time. I walked to the door and knocked twice. When it opened, a very large, very muscular black man stood in the doorway, his bulging arms crossed over his massive chest. I barely came to his chin. Most people would have run at that point, but when I raised my eyes to his, a grin crossed his face.
"Master Andrew! Long time, no see! Come on in!"
"Thank you, Thomas," I said stepping through the door. "Is she in the basement?"
"Yes, sir. You remember the way?"
"Yes," I said tightly, shucking off my trench coat and handing it to him.
"Sir, is something wrong?" Thomas asked as he hung it up. "You seem a little upset."
I laughed shortly. "I am way past upset, Thomas. I have just had the worst fucking day of my life."
"I'm sorry to hear that, sir. I'll let you go, then."
I nodded and headed to the basement stairs. I punched in the code to unlock the door and started down them, once again marveling at the amount of time it must have taken for Ella to transform a modest family basement into a soundproof sex chamber. I punched in a second code at the bottom of the stairs, and when the door swung open, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the scents that bombarded me: leather, sweat, cum, fear, lust, and just a hint of blood. I stepped inside and shut the door behind me.
"Andrew, darling! What a nice surprise!" Ella, her bottle-blonde hair pulled back in a braid and dressed in her own leathers, crop in hand, hurried to me and tried to kiss my cheeks, but I grabbed her and crushed my mouth to hers, forcing her lips open with my tongue. I fisted my hand around her braid and plundered her mouth. When I broke the kiss, she stepped back, eyes wide.
"Good to see you, too, love," she breathed, holding onto my arms. "What the hell was that for?"
I stared at her for a moment and then looked around the room. Three naked girls were in various positions of bondage, but I didn't want them. I brought my eyes back to Ella.
"I need to fuck you, Ella. Now."
"Me, darling?" she laughed, her blue eyes twinkling. "No, no." She disengaged herself from my grasp and stepped back. "Maybe one of my girls. They're all new, but they're learning." She tried to take another step, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her to my chest.
"You, Ella," I said firmly. "I'll hurt one of them considering the mood I'm in right now, and I know you don't want me to do that, right?"
"Right," she breathed, "but first we talk. What happened with Terri?"
I growled deep in my chest, and her breath caught. "She was fucking another man."
Ella gasped. "Shit! While still with you?" I nodded. "What did you do to her?"
I laughed. "I beat the living shit out of her. What do you think? Then I dumped her on her doorstep and told her I never wanted to see her again."
"Andrew," Ella said, her eyes wary, "you've gotten that out of your system, right? I don't want to be bruised or bloody tonight."
A chuckle escaped me. "You like the pain I give you, Ella, and you know it." I reached my hand around and grasped her ass, squeezing tightly. I lowered my mouth to her ear. "I won’t hurt you much," I said softly as I pulled her into my rock-hard cock. "Just enough to make us both cum."
She inhaled deeply and nodded. Then she grinned as she cupped my balls through the denim of my jeans. "You don’t mind if they watch, do you?" She gestured with her head toward the three bound girls.
"Not at all," I said as I lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I kissed her again, this time more softly. She moaned into my mouth, and I deposited her face-down on the black fuck bench. I stripped her leather pants from her, leaving only the mesh top and harness, and after I strapped her down, I dragged it to where all three girls could see me.
"I'm not interested in beating you tonight, Ella, just fucking you."
"Whatever you want, Andrew," she said with a smile. "I'm all yours."
I stood by her head, slowly unbuttoned my shirt, and dropped it on the floor. Then I kicked off my loafers and removed the rest of my clothing, my dick springing out. "Whatever I want, right, Ella?"
"Oh, yeah, baby," Ella said with a grin. "Come to Mama."
I happily obliged. Stepping close, I grabbed her head and slowly slid my cock between her lips. A groan came from me as inch after inch after inch disappeared into her hot, welcoming mouth until the full eight inches were down her throat. "No teeth," I growled as I slowly began to fuck her mouth, "or I will hurt you."
She nodded feebly, and I fisted my hands in her hair and deep throated her, barely pulling back long enough for her to take a quick breath in between thrusts. She was an expert at this, though, and as soon as I felt my balls tighten, I slammed into her throat and held her still while I pumped my load into her, the feeling of her swallowing extending the experience.
"Fuck!" I gasped as I pulled out. She just licked her lips and grinned.
"Not bad, huh, baby?"
"Shut the fuck up," I said, slapping her face hard, but I smiled back even as she cried out. I slowly circled the bench until I was between her bound legs. I stepped close and let my semi-hard cock rest on her ass.
"Oh, baby, fuck my ass," she moaned.
I slapped her ass, harder this time, and she cried out. "I said shut the fuck up, Ella," I growled. "One might think you wanted to be beaten."
She shook her head vigorously, and I smiled. I slid my hand off the red mark I had made on her ass and felt her slick cunt. She wasn't a gusher or a squirter, which is what I liked. I was all for a little natural lube, but I didn't want to be covered in the shit. She groaned as I slid my first two fingers in and out of her silky cunt, but I knew she could, and would, take more. I was not a small man, and neither were my hands, and when I added two more fingers, she gasped.
"How long since you've been fisted, Ella? Too long, I'd say, if that affected you."
"Fuck you, Andrew! One of the girls fisted me yesterday, but you know how big your fucking hand is compared to hers?"
"Fuck me?" I added my thumb so that all that was keeping me out fully were my knuckles. I leaned over her back until my mouth was by her ear as I slowly pushed my hand forward. I spoke softly. "Oh, yes, darling, you will fuck me. Or rather, I will fuck you, and you will be sore tomorrow. I hope your girls are comfortable because they won't be going anywhere for a long time."
Ella groaned louder as I worked my knuckles into her. From there it was easy, and I slid my fist in past my wrist.
"Fuck me!" Ella screamed.
"Your wish is my command, sweetheart," I laughed, and I began fist-fucking her, slowly at first and then speeding up.
"Oh, God!"
"Not my name, Ella, but you know that." I slapped her ass and uncurled my fingers inside of her.
"Fuck, Andrew, what are you doing?"
"You're not the only one who gets to cum from this," I said, sliding my cock in next to my hand, causing Ella to scream in pain as I stretched her out. Once it was in, I grasped it and jacked off while pounding into her. It was awkward, but fuck did it feel good. I could hear her breathing quicken, and her fists clenched in their restraints. She tried to buck her hips, but I slapped them down, and she complied. "If you fucking cum before I do, I'll beat your ass raw before I fuck it," I snarled, hoping that she would and give me an excuse.
She tried not to, I know she did, but I felt her shudder, and she grunted and tensed mere seconds before I climaxed silently but violently, releasing another load of cum into her. I pulled both my hand and my cock out and rested my head on her back for a moment, catching my breath. When I stood, I saw that her head was turned sideways on the rest, her eyes were closed, and she was trying to regulate her own breathing.
"Shit, that was good," I said, and she opened her eyes and smiled.
"Got it all out of your system?" she asked, hope shining in her eyes.
"Oh, baby, you forgot something."
"What?"
I didn't say anything as I walked to the wall that held her equipment. I ran my fingers over the thinnest cane and looked over my shoulder at her, my eyebrows raised.
"No, Andrew, please," she said softly.
My fingers left the cane and dropped to the whips. I looked at her again. She shook her head desperately.
"What did I say?" I said, moving my fingers to the belts.
She sighed resignedly. "I couldn't cum before you."
"Or?"
"Or you'd beat my ass raw before you fucked it."
I selected an inch-wide, black belt from the wall and turned to face her. She nodded reluctantly. "And did you? Cum before me, that is?"
"Yes," she said quickly, "but just barely." She tried grinning at me, but it didn't reach her eyes. "And you enjoyed it, I know you did."
"Oh, I enjoyed it immensely, but I’m a man of my word," I said, stalking back to her and running the leather down her spine. She shivered and squirmed, and I lightly snapped it on her shoulder blades. "Hold still, Ella. You know better than that."
"Yes, Sir," she mumbled. I was shocked. She never called me Sir or Master, and I never told her to. She was my equal, and she knew it, even when I had her strapped down. That's why I let her choose her method of punishment. She must really not want this if she was playing that game with me. I moved in front of her and squatted down, taking her chin in my fingers.
"Talk to me, Ella. Rule number six."
She sighed. "I just know how you are when you are angry, Andrew, and I don't want to get hurt."
"Oh, sweetheart," I said, kissing her lightly. "I'm not angry at you. I already hurt the bitch that pissed me off. You have nothing to fear from me." I held up the belt. "Yes or no?"
She smiled, and this time it did reach her eyes. "As long as you're in control, yes." She laughed when I grinned delightedly and bounded to my feet. I ran the leather along her spine again, and this time, she shuddered, not in fear, but in pleasure, based on the moan that accompanied it.
"You did please me," I said softly as I reached her ass and flicked the belt over her perfect cheeks, "so I'll amend the punishment. Not raw, just red."
The belt came down harder, and I sucked in a breath through my teeth as a red stripe formed immediately. Ella cried out, and I struck again, backhanded, and another stripe crossed the first. Again and again, the sound of leather meeting flesh filled the room, Ella’s cries turned to screams and then to groans, and by the time her ass was the perfect shade of red, she was moaning and trying to rub her clit on the table, but I had her strapped so that there was no chance of that.
"Oh, fuck, Andrew, let me cum, please!"
Without a word, I grabbed her hips and slammed into her pussy, and she cried out. It was still stretched from the fisting and fucking, but I just wanted the lube. After three strokes, I pulled out and placed my hands on her ass, feeling the heat. I squeezed hard, and instead of red, the skin around my fingers turned white. I spread her cheeks, and she grunted in pain. My dick was ready for my favorite fuck of the night. I grabbed it and placed it on her puckered asshole. Slowly, I pushed until the head popped in, and then I stilled.
"God damn it, Andrew!" Ella yelled, and I spanked her red ass hard, eliciting another cry of pain.
"Watch your fucking language, Ella," I said, and then I slid into her ass. Shit, she was tight. I gasped and asked, "How long since anyone's been here, baby?"
"How long you been with Terri?" she responded with a gasp of her own.
"Fuck me," I groaned. That was almost a year ago. "I was the last?" For some unknown reason, that really turned me on, and I proceeded to fuck her ass slowly and deliberately. It didn't take long before I felt my climax building, and I reached around Ella and thumbed her clit. Almost immediately, she tensed and groaned loudly, her entire body spasming. The clenching of her sphincter around me was enough. I pounded her ass and then bottomed out as my climax hit me like a fucking freight train.
"Holy shit, Ella!" I cried out, grabbing her hips and making shallow thrusts into her as I trembled with the force flowing through me. When I could breathe again, I slid out of her and collapsed onto her back. "Fuck me, baby, that was intense," I mumbled, kissing her smooth, sweaty skin.
She just nodded her head, and I forced my shaking fingers to release her restraints. She barely flexed her hips upward, and I carefully stood on wobbly legs. She slid off of the fuck bench and practically fell into my arms. I held her close and kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her. When I released her, I smiled and said, "Thank you, baby; I really needed that."
"My pleasure entirely," she said with a return smile. "I'm always here for you, Andrew. You know that."
"I do," I said, kissing her forehead. I glanced around the room as I got dressed. Two of the bound girls had their eyes closed and were crying softly, but one was surreptitiously staring at me with undisguised lust in her eyes. Zipping up my fly, I stood in front of her. She was shackled to a St. Andrew's Cross, and her eyes dropped as I reached her. I studied her closely. She was obviously the one that Ella had been working over with the crop when I interrupted her. Small red marks decorated her naked breasts, abdomen, and inner thighs, and her clit was purple and swollen. She was very pretty. I'd even say that she was model material. Her black hair was pulled back in a braid that hung over one shoulder, and still the end covered her right nipple. I could only imagine how long it would be when it was loose. I took her chin in my fingers and raised her face to mine. Her eyes stayed down, though.
"Good girl," I said softly. "What is your name?"
"Heidi, Sir," she whispered hoarsely.
"How old are you, Heidi?"
"Nineteen, Sir."
Fuck! A young one! My cock twitched at the thought of having this beauty under my roof. I ran my finger over the marks on her breasts.
“Are these from punishment or training?”
“Training, Sir,” she whispered as her breath caught.
“Have you been punished yet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Why?”
“Because I was disobedient, Sir.”
I gently pinched her nipple between my thumb and finger and she groaned. “What did you do to deserve punishment?”
“I was late to training, Sir.”
“Hmm. Being late is not good, is it, Heidi?” I pinched her nipple a little harder just to see her reaction.
“No, Sir,” she gasped, but she pushed her breast toward my hand instead of trying to pull it away.
"And how long have you been here at Mistress Ella's, Heidi?"
"Almost two months, Sir."
"And did you like what you just saw, Heidi?"
"I..." she faltered.
"Ella, dear," I said, not moving except to increase the pressure of my fingers on her nipple.
"Yes, Andrew?"
"What is rule number six?"
"Honesty is everything. Without honesty there is no trust, and without trust there is no safety."
"Good girl," I said softly. "Now, Heidi, answer my question. And look at me when you do." Her eyes came up slowly to mine. They were a beautiful hazel with a dark brown ring around the iris. "I can always tell when someone is lying by the look in their eyes."
Her eyes were dazed and unfocused, and I knew she was aroused, but whether it was by what she had watched or by what I was doing to her, I wasn’t sure.
"I liked it, Sir."
"I see. And what were you thinking as you watched us fuck?"
"I was wishing that it was me strapped to the bench, Sir."
"Are you a masochist, Heidi?" I cupped her breast as I twisted her nipple.
"Yes, Sir," she breathed.
"You enjoy pain? Are you enjoying what I’m doing to you right now?" I twisted harder, and she cried out.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, because I'm a sadist, and I enjoy inflicting pain. Physical pain, mind you, none of that emotional shit. If you want to be humiliated, you'll have to find someone else."
I dropped her chin, and she dropped her eyes. I stepped close to her, released her breast, and ran one finger down between her breasts, over her navel, and down to her waxed cunt. She was wet but not dripping, and that boded well. I slid the finger into her and noticed how tight she was.
"Do you want me to hurt you, Heidi?" I whispered in her ear.
"Oh, yes, Sir, please."
Begging annoyed me, and it made me want to whip her until she cried for me to stop, but she wasn't mine. Yet. At the moment, she was Ella's. I took my finger from her, and she moaned in disappointment. That pissed me off even more. I spun quickly and walked to Ella, who had also redressed.
"How long?"
"For you? Two weeks."
"One. Just long enough to get the rules down."
"Andrew, darling, I can't get her ready for you in a week."
"I don't want her ready, Ella. I want to train her myself. Is she what I want?"
"Oh, most definitely. Especially if you want to do the training yourself. I'll have her at your place in a week, contract signed."
"Thank you, love," I said, kissing her briefly. "You never fail me."
"Truer words were never spoken," she laughed, and I went upstairs.
Thomas held my coat as I slipped my arms into the sleeves.
"Feeling better, Master Andrew?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Oh, Thomas," I said, turning around. "You have no idea." And with a grin, I walked out to my car.
