I looked at him, trembling. He brought the water bottle closer, his movements slow and deliberate. "Drink," he ordered softly, his calm tone laced with an authority that brooked no refusal. My hands shook as I took the sipper bottle. A couple of sips later, it slipped from my grasp, clinking to the floor with a thud that made me flinch.
He crouched down to my level, his face so close I could feel his breath on my skin. Without warning, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a consoling embrace meant to quiet my shivering. But his touch only chilled me further.
"Shh," he whispered, his voice gentle but deceptive.
His eyes met mine, warm and inviting, but the kindness was a mask I knew well. I had to be wary of the calculated deception. My stomach churned. I hugged myself tightly, rocking back and forth in a feeble attempt at self-comfort. Terrified didn't begin to describe the storm of emotions coursing through me. I hoped, prayed, I would never find myself here again.
His hands moved to cup my face, holding me in place, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Look at me, Bella," he said, his voice low but firm, like a parent chastising a child. "Do you know why I brought you here?"
I shook my head weakly, my throat too dry to speak. He smiled faintly, but the warmth in it was a lie.
"You tried to run away from me," he said softly, his tone steady, though his eyes grew darker with each word. "For the second time." He tilted his head, studying me like a predator would its prey. "Do you know what that makes me want to do to you?"
A weak whimper escaped my lips, my body shrinking further into the chair. His chuckle was low, almost a growl, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
"That makes me want to chain you to my bed," he murmured, his voice taking on a sinister edge, "and break your legs so you can never leave me again." He paused, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "But I won't do that. Not yet, at least. I enjoy the chase too much—our little game of cat and mouse."
His hand trailed down, stopping at my breasts. He squeezed roughly, his grip cruel and unrelenting. "Now that I've caught you, my little mouse," he purred, his lips curling into a twisted smile, "do you know what that means?"
I flinched as he leaned closer, his mouth inches from my ear. "It means I can make you mine all over again. Every. Single. Time."
I wanted to scream, to fight back, but exhaustion held me captive. My body slumped in the chair, limp and defeated. He took my right breast in his mouth and began sucking it harshly, while his hand played with my left breast, groping and pinching my nipple. I remained emotionless as he released my right side with a pop, not before biting my nipple hard, simultaneously slapping the left one, eliciting a scream from me.
Satisfied, he continued, his tone sharpening like the edge of a blade, "Second, let's talk about the gun." His chuckle was a cold, hollow laugh that echoed off the walls. "Did you really think that little toy could protect you from me? From me, Bella?" He leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing as if the thought itself insulted him.
"If you ever try to kill yourself," he said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper, "I'll find you. I'll hire the best doctors in the world to patch you back together, and when you wake up all healed up, bright and shiny..." He paused, his fingers gripping my chin tightly, forcing me to look into his eyes. "...I'll destroy every last piece of hope you have. Every day you will die a little. You'll forget everyone's name but mine."
Tears streamed down my face, but he didn't stop. His hands were back on me, his fingers digging into my flesh, eliciting another cry of pain as he pulled me towards him by my hair. Our foreheads touched, our breaths mingling.
"Third," he hissed, his breath hot against my skin. "You spoke to Jack. After I explicitly told you not to." His words cut through the air like a whip, each one laced with venom. "You didn't trust me to handle things, did you?" He shook his head slowly, his disappointment almost mocking.
"Do you honestly think I'd let the deal slip through your hands after everything you've done to get this far?" His grip on my hair tightened, and I yelped. His smirk widened, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. "You ignored me for that project, endured my punishments, and still..." He trailed off, his expression darkening. "You don't learn, Bella."
His sudden shove knocked the air out of me as I fell back into the chair. He loomed over me, his presence suffocating, inescapable.
"And fourth," he said, his voice eerily calm now, "you came without my permission." He began to pace backwards, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator measuring its steps before pouncing on its prey. "But we'll start with something simpler. Let's address your fifth mistake—the little stunt you pulled in the car." He turned around, looking at his paddle selection hanging on the wall. He selected his favorite wooden paddle, a rectangular one with a geometric pattern.
He turned around abruptly, facing me. His hair was slightly disheveled, his white shirt clinging perfectly to his muscular frame, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that radiated strength and control. He looked like a fallen god, beautiful yet terrifying, his appearance a cruel contrast to the darkness within.
"You look scared," he said softly, his lips curling into a smirk. "Good. You should be."
I buried my face in my knees, my arms wrapped tightly around my legs as I rocked back and forth, praying for the nightmare to end. But his shadow fell over me, unyielding and merciless.
"Look at me, Bella," he commanded, his voice sharp as a knife. When I didn't move, he crouched down, gripping my wrists and pulling them away from my face. "I said, look at me."
His voice dropped to a whisper, chilling me to the bone. "I am your world now. There is no escape, no one coming to save you. The sooner you understand that, the easier this will be."
I sobbed quietly, my tears falling freely. His eyes softened for a fleeting moment, but the cruelty returned as quickly as it had vanished. He straightened, towering over me once more..
"And now," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "let's see how much fight you have left in you, my little mouse. Now, now how so we welcome master to your gilded cage, slave?" He emphasized the last word, making me shift my demeanor.
I had been trained into a perfect submissive over the past year. It now came naturally, and I could switch off my mind and concentrate solely on being his perfect bitch.
I slid down from the chair like a robot, crawling to the section of "Bella's playthings," picking up the red fluffy collar and wearing it around my neck. I attached a chain to the hook, taking the wooden handle in my mouth, and crawled back to Adam. It was humiliating, but for him, it was the perfect way to start a punishment session in the red room, where I would be his kitten for the rest of the night.
Adam had replaced me in the chair, looking like the devil himself, with three buttons of his shirt open, revealing his milky white skin. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, resting on the armrests, while one leg was casually draped over the other. His laid-back attitude, as he lounged in the chair, his eyes drinking me in with a lustful gaze, made me wet. His gaze alone was enough to make me wet, even though it was humiliating. It wasn't right, but in that moment, it felt right.
As I approached him, he picked me up effortlessly and placed me on his lap, my ass facing him and my stomach pressed against his erection. He took the handle from my mouth, letting it fall to the ground, and began kneading my butt with his other hand.
"So, how many times, kitten?" he asked softly, adjusting a strand of my hair.
"Huh?" I managed to stutter out.
He pulled me up by my hair, making me squeak. "How many times did my dick slide off your tight pussy, kitten?" he whispered in my ear.
He gave my ass a sharp slap, tightening his grip on my hair, causing me to whimper. I wasn't sure of the exact number, so I murmured, "Five."
"So, you lie, huh? A slave lies to her master? Is that something new? For that alone, you'll get an extra five," he chuckled evilly. "So, how many, kitten?" he asked, spanking my other cheek hard.
"I didn't count," I answered in a small voice.
"It was seven times, so I'll add it up to fifteen. Seven plus five for lying, and two more for not counting," he muttered as if stating a fact. "You'll count and thank me," he said sternly.
He took the paddle in one hand, his other hand still in my hair, now traveling to my neck, where he began to choke me slightly. He rubbed the paddle against my ass in a circular motion. He started with two simultaneous spanks on both cheeks.
"One, two, ouch, thank you, Master," I whimpered, gasping for breath.
He paused, then smacked me again on the same spots. "Master, three, uh... four... thank you, Master," I whispered, trying to block out the pain. He resumed kneading my ass, the pain making me shiver.
"Now, baby, I'll give you four in a continuous frame. Are you ready, kitten?" he asked, choking me a little more. I nodded.
"Words, kitten, words," he demanded.
"Yes, Master, I'm ready," I whimpered.
The four spanks landed in quick succession, the paddle clapping against my ass cheeks. It burned. My hands instinctively went to cover my ass, unable to bear the pain any longer. I was sobbing, humiliated and overwhelmed. "Red... red... red," I screamed, my safe word.
He chuckled, the audacity to laugh as I was in pain for his pleasure. He dropped the paddle and picked me up in a bridal style, carrying me to the table. He turned me around, restraining my arms to the handcuffs attached to the table. I struggled and shouted, but it was useless. I was tied up, half-standing, my stomach against the table and my back and ass fully exposed.
He hovered over me, his face nearing my neck as his hands explored my body, finally settling on my ass, groping it mercilessly. He whispered, "Remember, kitten, you made me a promise. Tonight, you're my slut. No safe words, no limitations. I get to enjoy tonight." With that, he spanked both my cheeks at the same time, making me whimper and clench my fists.
"I love that noise," he said, spanking me again, making me sob louder. My ass was on fire, his hits were hard and merciless. "Kitten, don't you love this sound too?" he taunted, spanking me a third time. "Ouch, Adam, please don't... I'm tired, please, please forgive me," I pleaded through sobs.
His hand suddenly tangled in my hair as he pulled my head back and thundered, "No!" He spanked me with his free hand while dry humping me. "I've had enough of your rebellion. You think you can make demands, then learn to handle the consequences too."
He left me for a moment, his voice echoing in the room, sounding even more menacing. "You're my queen for the outside world, and you would be my queen indoors too, if only you had listened to me. If only you had quietly gone to the hotel in Italy instead of escaping. This room could have been a place of pleasure. But now," he paused, his presence looming over me as I whimpered and tried to turn my neck to see him.
From the little I could see, his eyes were pitch black, terrifying me. He continued in a menacing voice, "This is a room of torture, and no safe word is going to stop me from disciplining you." He picked up the paddle and began spanking me, my screams filling the room as my hands gripped the restraints for support, my ass burning with each strike. He continued, one after another, until he finally stopped. He placed the paddle beside my head, taunting me as his fingers explored my sensitive folds.
"You're wet, kitten," he purred, playing with my entrance. "Spread your legs, baby girl." He was back to his usual playful demeanor after venting his anger. I, on the other hand, was in excruciating pain. I had no strength or will to respond, so I quietly obeyed.
"You look so desirable right now, all tied up, your beautiful back on display with red cheeks and juices flowing down your long, milky legs, with your white stilettos on. Fuck," I could feel his mouth nearing my pussy as he began to eat me out.
I moaned, my emotions a whirlwind of pain and pleasure. I could feel him opening my folds as he plunged his tongue deep inside. He was tongue-fucking me while his hands stretched me open. He spanked me, commanding, "Spread your legs more, kitten." I could feel his fingers invading my ass as he continued to torment my vagina with his mouth. I was being teased in both holes, sucked dry in one while being fingered in the other. I climaxed intensely within minutes as he devoured me during my orgasm.
I slumped on the table as he released me from the restraints. He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the bed. My ass stung as it touched the soft sheets. He laid me down carefully on my back and restrained my hands and legs to the headboard.
I was spread-eagle on the bed, half-asleep from exhaustion and torture. I was completely at his mercy, my energy drained. He got up and began undressing in front of me. My eyes strained to keep him in focus, but they were heavy with fatigue. I drifted off into a blissful sleep for a few moments, but I was jolted awake by the sudden cold sensation in my pussy.
He was standing over me, holding an ice bucket, his naked body a stark contrast to the icy torture he was about to inflict. He inserted an ice cube into my pussy, slapping it once. He moved around the bed, warning me to stay still as he placed another cube on my belly button. He then lay down beside me. I was already aroused, but the icy water melting on my sensitive areas sent a shockwave of cold pleasure through my body. I was frozen, unable to speak or move.
He rested his head on his arm, facing me, the ice bucket between us, ensuring I felt the cold. He took another ice cube and began swirling it around my left nipple. I begged him with my eyes to stop, but he ignored me. He gazed into my eyes, a glint of sadistic pleasure in his own.
The icy water trickled down my body, mixing with my juices, making me shiver. The ice on my belly button melted, the cold water trickling down my sides. The ice cube on my breast sent shivers down my spine as he rubbed it across my mound. He paid equal attention to both breasts, the cold water dripping onto my stomach, neck, and chest. My senses were heightened, the tiredness and sleepiness vanished. I was fully aware of the cold sensation in my pussy, stomach, and breasts, and his intense gaze. My hands and legs were restrained, leaving me completely vulnerable.
But that wasn't the worst of it. A small green snake slithered down his arm and onto my body. I froze, unable to breathe or speak. My mouth opened and closed involuntarily. "You thought a gun could save you, huh? From me? Where is that toy now? Who's coming to save you now?" he taunted. I turned my head towards him, my vision blurring. The last thing I saw was his smug expression as the snake slithered across my body.
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