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Day TWO.
The following day, Grace woke up a little later than usual and found a sticky note beside her bed that read—"Your breakfast is on the table, so help yourself and once you're done, strip and kneel in the study room. I am out for some errands, will be back ASAP — Daniel."
Her first day of punishment went horribly wrong but ended up pleasingly. She was finger-fucked, plugged, spanked over the bench and then caned, followed by amazing sex. Even though Daniel wanted to keep this strictly impassive, he failed miserably. Perhaps, even a dominant, has a heart, after all.
Grace stretched lazily and strode into the bathroom to finish her business. Out of sheer curiosity, she lifted her nightgown, turned her back to the mirror, and witnessed the welts decorating her ass, slightly less wicked than the previous day.
There was a time when she proudly wore his marks on her skin, but now, things were a little different. Daniel Blackwood had given her seven days—and in those days, she has to prove to him that he was the Dominant for her.
As directed, Grace managed to follow his instructions to the letter as she gorged on her favorite breakfast. The fact that Daniel remembered and prepared it for her meant a world to her. She quickly entered the room, stripped to nothing and assumed the position.
Now, all she had to do was wait, which was the toughest test, for Grace was anything but patient.
After what felt like an eternity, she heard the soft footfalls approaching, the sound of a disciplined gait as Daniel entered.
"Hmm...nice and naked," he mumbled, standing before her kneeled posture. Grace trained her eyes down, despite being desperate to see him. She could smell the woody musk filling the room upon his presence and the seductive whiff made her yearn for him even more. But a good submissive doesn't give in to such impulses, for pleasing her dominant must be of paramount importance.
"How does your ass feel, sub?" he asked.
"A little sore, Master."
"A little?" He sounded disappointed. "Why don't you get up, bend over, grab your knees and let me see for myself?"
"Yes, Master." Grace dutifully did as she was instructed, bending over with her back towards him and her wrists wrapped around the knees. The position was pretty vulnerable with her asshole and pussy exposed lewdly. Not that she had anything to hide from him, but an inspection like that was as humiliating as arousing.
Daniel smiled softly, tracing the pinkish welts from yesterday's caning, watching her hiss and then whimper when he rubbed her anal whorl. Even though her pussy was glistening, he didn't touch it.
"You may get up, sub, and face me," he allowed.
Relieved, Grace turned to face him; careful enough to drop her hands to the side but being naked before her aristocratic, well-dressed man was a challenge in itself. Not only it made her conscious but vulnerable too.
It didn't take a skilled dominant like Daniel Blackwood to read the signs of uneasiness in a submissive, and then, brutally eradicate them as well.
He fisted a bunch of hair at the back, slamming his lips against hers, and savored the lingering taste of the fruity tang. Daniel kissed her with the meticulous passion of a man with every bit of love and lust in his mind.
After breaking the kiss, he took each of her nipples between his fingers, twisting them at his pleasure as the sensation sent her to her toes.
"Hmmm." He kept humming his approval. "You have always had the most gorgeous breasts, Grace."
"Thank you, Master."
He cupped the globes, feeling the generous warmth radiating off them, and then suddenly stopped. "It is shame that I don't have time to enjoy these lovely breasts now," he said in his dom-voice that instantly made her apprehensive.
Daniel thrust a hand between her legs, forcing them apart and stroked the inner of her thighs. One hand still gripped her hair while he continued to enjoy making her squirm.
Grace was throbbing inside out. She was barely holding it together until his fingers navigated down to her outer labia and traced the heat in the area. Instinctively, her thighs clamped shut, earning her a well-smarting slap on her pussy lips. Ow.
"You seem really eager for the punishment." He let go of her pussy, herding her towards the four-poster bed by the hair. "Let's see if you would enjoy it as much as I would."
He restrained her hands with the cuffs hanging from the chains while her legs were tied to the bedposts. Grace had good control over her tongue, not speaking unless spoken to, but her mind kept on contemplating the various punishments he had administered over the years while he kept her spread eagle like this.
Daniel stood at the foot of the bed, relishing on his handiwork and staring at his naked and completely bound runaway submissive. "I almost forgot how much I like you in this way—your hands bound, legs wide open for...anything I wish to do to you, and you can't absolutely do anything about it." Even though his words were crude, the huskiness of his voice made it sound dangerously seductive.
His eyes hovered all over her creamy naked skin. Needless to say, his mouth was watering and his cock was painfully erected. Grace whimpered, gyrating her hips a little—a futile effort to test the restraints.
Immediately, Daniel's narrowed gaze flew to hers. "Are you getting impatient, slut?"
"No, Master." But her strained voice belied her reply.
"Good because I intend to make a good slut out of you before I deliver the punishment that you have so well earned." His smirk brightened as he reached down to fluff the soft wispy curls between her legs. "Tell me, Grace, are the sluts allowed to hide their cunts with hair?"
Grace made a little notice in her throat while her cheeks had gone all pink. Unable to answer, she solemnly shook her head.
"Right, they are not allowed. And since you did, I have to take out my precious time and shave your slutty, dripping cunt for my use." He sighed dramatically, making a clucking his tongue.
Grace watched him disappear into the bathroom and the reappear within a few minutes, holding a tray full of shaving necessities. Her eyes widened at the sight of gleaming cut-throat razor while her pussy pulsed in anticipation. Daniel most definitely knew how to wield the sharp instrument as he often shaved the fuzzy hair on her nape to lick the skin better, but to have him use it down there...well, the thought was terrifying as well as lascivious.
He settled between her legs, placed a towel beneath her ass and began to stroke her mound gently, checking the length of her pubic hair. Then, he picked up the clipper from the tray and switched it on.
"I know you can't move, naughty slut, but I don't want you to squirm either," he instructed. Yeah, easy to say for him, Grace thought with mental eyes roll.
