Captured 4

“Yes, Sir.” I said, and my voice cracked more than I would have liked. He let me up, gently helping me stand as he crossed over to the table to give me the food. Chicken and broccoli. Fried rice. Vegetable not pork. A shrimp egg roll. It was my favorite. I had a feeling that wasn’t a coincidence. My heart sunk. How long were you watching me? I thought without daring to voice the question.

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Damon Pov:::

I knew in those first weeks she would see me as a demon, and I felt like one. What she caught onto quicker than some of the rest was that I liked being the demon. That first night, I could tell she caught on quickly. The way she had squirmed against me was something I relished. I ached to plunge deep inside of her, teaching her the pleasures that only a woman could feel. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but when I had researched, I knew it was unlikely she had many partners at all.

By the way she had looked at me the first time she saw me, I knew that they had been boys. Not men. They weren’t men. They were just boys. I thought with a satisfying smile. I didn’t often sample any of the women that I’d later be selling.

She’d be sold off to the highest bidder when the exhibition took place, or I’d keep her. It was just a show of my skills, after all. I didn’t have to make a decision just yet. She had been more stubborn than I had initially thought. She had needed to feel the belt against her skin, and I had relished the look on her face as she had seen me pull it from my own pants.

The leather had scared her. I hadn’t even had to strike her too hard. I hadn’t wanted to leave too many marks on that perfect, porcelain skin. I had led her to the bathroom afterwards, allowing her to relieve herself and clean herself up. Sweat had dripped from her, but as I found out much to my surprise, it was not the only thing that was dripping. Alice was full of surprises.

“Why won’t you learn? It’s Sir, and I can give you as much pleasure as I give you pain. I give you food, attention, sleep. Do you think others are as nice as I, child?” I had chastised her.

She was smart in this, as she had said nothing. I had her hands tied to the bed, and she was face down. She had tried to get to her knees as my calloused hands trailed up those bare legs. She squirmed, but it wasn’t out of fright. I narrowed my eyes at her, knowing she couldn’t see me. I nudged her legs apart, but quickly she had clamped them down.

“Open your legs unless you’d like the belt again.” I said, and she knew she had a choice.

She had learned that if she took the punishment, I wouldn’t push, but I had started to make the punishments harder, making it clear that they weren’t worth what she was trying to protect. She had lost the bra and panties, stripping them away the day before in order to get her first shower. I could be kind if only she’d give in, and Alice was learning. That’s why she spread her legs.

I could tell that she was embarrassed, and as my fingers trailed to her wet sex, I could tell why. Even her thighs were wet. I was glad that Alice was looking at me. Masochists were hard to find, and they were a rare jewel. I hadn’t pegged her as one when I first saw her. She had tried to stifle her moan as she jumped away from my fingers.

Alice only managed to push her ass into the air, presenting herself to me even more clearly as she tried to move away. It took her a moment to realize this, and I took the opportunity to slide a finger inside of her. I could tell her eyes had widened without needing to look at them. She was shocked. It was apparent by the moan that escaped her lips.

It had been three days, and I had yet to touch her like this. I had made her learn to ask for what she wanted, but never violated her. I had let her wait in anticipation, and this is what I got. A dripping wet girl that was pushing herself back against my finger even as a soft ‘no’ escaped her lips. Her body said different, and I added a second finger slowly without saying a word. I twisted my fingers inside of her, pushing them in and out slowly, deliberately.

“What a surprise, Alice.” I cooed at her, and she only moaned softly in response.

It was half pleasure and half distaste. She didn’t want to want this, but here she found herself nonetheless. Acceptance would come quicker for her than it would for most. That was something I was sure of. This time, I didn’t make her beg for what she wanted. I knew what she wanted, and I ached to give it to her as much as I ached to be inside of her right now.

As I moved my fingers in and out with delicate, deliberate motions, my pants seemed too tight. Too constraining. It wasn’t long before her pussy clenched around my fingers. She said nothing, but her moan was enough. The tension in her body relieved, and I could feel the wetness as she came, hard and fast. I pulled my fingers from her quickly, leaving her empty. She barely was able to keep from moaning at the loss.

“I think you got more out of your punishment than you were supposed to, but perhaps you’ll remember that pain and pleasure can go hand in hand for you, Alice.” I said, unchaining her as I helped her to sit up. Her cheeks were bright red, and she refused to look at me. I walked her to the restroom in silence, telling her to enjoy her shower this time.