Allie was awake in her cage. She slept a little through the night, but for most of the time her scarred back was too painful. The whipping that Josh gave her last night was brutal, but the climax it brought had her craving more.
She knew it was crazy, but she needed crazy. Crazy may have hurt, but it made her feel, and she so wanted and needed to feel. Sane was killing her. Choosing to give herself over to Josh's sadistic whims was the only good decision she ever made.
She questioned her thoughts. Was it even her decision? Not, really. Josh pressed and she felt she needed what he offered. There was no choice. She never wanted to make another choice again.
She found herself becoming almost involuntarily aroused when she heard keys opening the lock to her room. She watched excitedly as Josh, with bed head and clad in gray sports shorts and a Diamondbacks t-shirt, walked into the room and over to her kennel. She wanted him inside her again.
"Well, I broke even at the poker game last night," he told her. "More sleepy than horny I guess because I went straight to bed when I got home. How did you sleep, Allie?"
"I need a blanket," she told him. "How can a place be so darn hot during the day, and so cold at night?"
"I'll get you a blanket then," he told her. "But, right now I need something and it might warm you up."
He unlocked her crate, reached in and with a firm grip on her shoulder-length hair, and pulled her out onto the floor. He then raised her to a standing position by lifting her by her handcuffed wrists. She stumbled a bit as her cramped legs found stability. He wanted to kiss her again but remembered that was not what she was here for. He instead pulled her out of her dungeon and to the living room at the front of the house.
Blinx, Josh's cat, looked at Allie with what could only be described as scorn as he made his way outside through a cat flap in the patio door.
A worn sofa and loveseat lined two of the walls, a giant TV was opposite the sofa, but facing the TV, in the center of the room was an enormous brown leather recliner. On the coffee table next to the chair was a laptop, a remote control, two seemingly empty cabernet bottles and a video game controller. The walls were covered in dated watercolors and half a dozen photos of a boy, presumably Josh. Allie had decided the room somehow screamed senior citizen, teenage boy, and successful bachelor all at the same time.
Josh noticed a perplexed look on her face.
"I kinda inherited the place from my parents," he offered in explanation. "They're not dead. They bought a motorhome and moved out. They now spend summers in Maine and winters in Florida. They haven't been back since. I haven't had the urge to change anything, but now that I have you, I have some ideas."
She didn't know what to say. Small talk for her had always been difficult. She really just wanted to fuck.
Luckily, His next move was to sit her down on the coffee table and slide it back against the couch. He grabbed her ankles and raised them above her head tilting her on her back, her head resting on the sofa. Seeing her so exposed, he immediately got hard. Moving both her feet into his left hand, he used his right to pull out his throbbing cock and slid it into her.
Her legs together like this makes her pussy so tight, Josh thought. He pushed in and out slowly looking into her eyes as he did so. She turned her head to avoid his stare, and for some reason, this angered him. He started pumping faster and harder and moved her legs to the left so he could grab her breast with his right hand.
Allie moaned in surprise, then found herself wanting more, both the pleasure and the pain. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her brain ceased all rational thought. She yelped in response to Josh's every grunting push. They pulsed into each other until he finally came inside her. He released her tit, as he pulled out of her. He pulled up his shorts.
"Sorry I'm so rough," he said. "I always have trouble with that, especially when I get really aroused."
"Don't apologize," she answered. "It was awesome. You're just what I've always needed, even if I didn't know it. And you said it would be like this. I'm where I have to be."
"Best toy ever," he said, lifting her by the wrists again to help her stand.
He took off her cuffs and pulled her arms behind her, cuffed her again. He then led her to the kitchen. He opened a cabinet drawer and pulled out a roll of black duct tape. He told her to kneel down. Then he wrapped a strand of tape under her left lower shin and over her upper thigh. He turned her and then did the same with the right limb forcing her to remain in a kneeling position.
"I'll make us some pancakes and bacon," he told her as he shoved, kicked and yanked her next to him in front of the stove.
He got a griddle pan and started mixing the batter, purposely whisking with enough vigor that some dripped in her hair. He smiled at her and noticed a yellowish bruise starting to appear on her previously tortured right breast. He felt bad about it, but clearly she did not.
Allie was famished. Josh hadn't fed her since right before he fucked her on the drive, unless you count the dog feeder with the Ensure in her cage, which she only tasted. When she told him she was hungry, he reminded her that she was not his slave, and if she wanted something she should ask.
"Remember that this is not a game we're playing, it's a new symbiotic lifestyle," he explained. "Your kink for restraint and my kink for a bit of sadism fit each other perfectly. I think we have the perfect solution to keep us both content.
"Well I told you about the blanket," she said. "But I'll let you know if I'm hungry from now on. I should tell you when you are hurting me, but I am afraid if I did so, you would stop."
He started pouring the batter on the griddle, walked to the refrigerator and came back with a pound of bacon. The bacon started to sizzle as soon as he laid it on.
