Carlton looked down at the sleepy girl kneeling in front of him. Her attention was not totally on him, he noticed. Her eyes kept flickering to the cup of steaming coffee on the tray. He couldn’t tell her, but he was rather charmed with the way her nose twitched at the smell of coffee. She was like a sleepy little rabbit. With expert persion, he flicked the crop at her nipple.
Leah gasped and jerked her hands, straining to pull them around from behind her to cover her stinging breast, but the padded leather cuffs held her firm. She looked at Master with hurt, confused eyes. What had she done wrong?
“Your full attention will be on me, not your breakfast. Your concern is to please me, Little Rabbit.” He could feel himself stirring at her reaction and it took most of his self control to sit calmly. He could not resist stroking the leather tab of the crop up and down the soft valley between her breasts. “Who is your full attention to be on?”
“You…” her voice trailed off as her eyes dropped to watch the crop nervously.
He flicked it down sharply to her inner thigh.
“You, Master,” she added in a hurried, pained voice, her eyes focused on him.
“Good. Now, before you get your coffee and toast, you are going to show me what skill you have in sucking cock.” He smiled at her look of shock.
“No,” incredulity colored her voice as she shook her head, “I don’t know what kind of sick bastard you are, or what kind of game you are living out here, but I am not playing along. You can’t buy people. You can’t make them your sex slaves, and I am not going to eagerly suck your cock because you want me to.”
Her anger had brought color to her pale cheeks and a lively sparkle to her eye that he rather liked. Her fear had a delicious quality to it, but her spirit was even better. “But, my Little Rabbit, you forget, I did buy you, I do own you. You are my sex slave. And you will eagerly suck my cock, though it will be because you want to.”
Leah glared angrily at him, “I have a fucking name. It’s not ‘Pet;’ it’s not ‘Little One;’ and it’s not ‘Rabbit!’ It’s Leah! Why don’t you fucking use it?”
He moved so quickly, she wasn’t sure what had happened at first. She was face down on the carpet, his iron grip on her neck, his knee in her back. She could feel the silk of his dressing gown on her bare legs.
“You. Will. Not. Swear. At. Me.” He hissed in her ear.
“Screw you, Asshole!” Leah shot back recklessly.
“I will have to punish you, Rabbit,” his voice was a cold, deadly calm that cut through her anger and sent a slice of fear to her heart. She tried to twist out of his grip, but he held on, pressing her harder against the floor. Frantic, as if she realized she was doomed, she fought with all her strength, but he calmly removed the belt to his dressing gown and caught her feet like a rancher catching a wayward calf, and just as easily had her hogtied.
Secured, the stream of curses that had been flowing out of her mouth dried up and a heavy, uncomfortable silence hung in the air. She felt Master leave her and heard him walk across the room to the door from last night and unlock it. Oh God, not that room. She began to shake in fear. What had she been thinking? He came back to her with steady, measured steps and she moaned. With apparent ease, he lifted her up and carried her into the room, depositing her on the cold cement floor in the middle of the room. Leah fought back tears of fear. She would not give this son of a bitch the pleasure of them.
Carlton moved with efficient purpose, setting up the equipment he was going to need to teach his little slave her lesson. He had a feeling it was going to be a long session due to the strength of her will. Oh, she was afraid right now – afraid of what he was going to do to her, but she was not repentant of her comments, or changed in her beliefs. The key here was to break her will, not shatter it.
He did not treat her roughly as he fastened the cuffs around her ankles and then attached one end of the spreader bar to the left cuff. Untying her feet from her hands, he swiftly attached the other end of the spreader bar and then smoothly brought it down to the floor, fastening it to secured bolt in the floor. The noise she made pulled at him in an odd way. He wanted to hold her in his arms and stroke her gently, soothing her.
Leah fought back the panic, but she couldn’t stop trying to escape the cuffs and spreader. This was too much like just a few days ago when the doors of her cell had been opened and guards had manhandled her to the “showroom” to be sold. She managed to bite back a yelp of terror when Master pulled her to her feet, steadying her with his own body, her face against his chest. She could smell the faint smell of sandalwood and shaving cream. There was something almost mesmerizing about them.
He felt her relax for a moment against him and smiled to himself. The desire to submit was there. He had felt it that night. He took advantage of the moment and unhooked her wrists, bringing them in front of her and reattaching them to a sturdy chain. Stepping away to the controls, he brought the chain up slowly until she was taught between the chain and the stretcher bar.
Carlton walked around her admiring the shape of her body, the way the light played over her skin as she took scared breaths, the fall of her hair down her back. He gathered her hair up in his hand, feeling the weight of it, “I could cut it all off; shave your head. Some masters do that to their slaves.”
Leah drew in her breath. He wouldn’t. She tried to pull away from his hand, whimpering, but it was no use.
Twisting her hair, Carlton secured it to the top of Leah’s head with a clip, leaving her back open and exposed. He made a mental note that she was very possessive of her hair. He loved the length, but she could spare some length if he needed to punish her.
Walking back in front of her, he moved to the wall where the whips, crops and floggers hung neatly on pegs. He took his time, letting her suspense build as he stroked several lovingly before selecting a single tail that would be fairly painful and leave a nice mark on her skin.
Walking back he took in her squirming and fear. She had no idea how beautiful she looked right now. Reaching in, Carlton ran his fingers between her lower lips and came back with wet fingers.
“You are aroused, Little Rabbit,” he challenged her, “Do you know what that means?”
“No,” She shook her head, both in denial of the arousal and to his question.
He smeared her lips with her own wetness, “It means that you like this. You want me to overpower you and control you. You want me to be your master and you want me to make you submit to me. Isn’t that true?”
“No!” she whispered in horror. “No!”
“Oh, yes, Little Rabbit. I think you enjoyed last night so much, that you subconsciously caused trouble today just to find a way back in here,” He reached between her legs again and found her swollen clit and teased it making her spasm helplessly in her bondage, whimpering and moaning. Abruptly he withdrew his hand, leaving her panting. “But your behavior this morning will not give you the pleasure you had last night. You know better then to swear at me, don’t you?”
Leah closed her eyes tightly as she trembled at the maelstrom of need he had awoken in her.
Carlton flicked the whip and a mark bloomed on her thigh even as her eyes and mouth flew open in pain. “Don’t you?” he repeated calmly.
“Y-yes.”
FLICK.
Leah gasped again as the whip marked her across her buttocks, “Yes, Master.”
“Such a simple lesson. I really shouldn’t be having to drill it into you again, pet.” Carlton chided her. “Now tell me again who I am to you.”
Leah was trying to turn her head to see where he was and didn’t answer fast enough. The whip struck again, harder this time, on the back of her thighs.
“Who am I?” He demanded sternly.
“Master!” she yelped out desperately.
“Again!” he punctuated it with another stroke.
“Master!”
After fifteen repetitions he let her rest, taking his time, walking around her, admiring her beautiful body. Then he lifted her chin with the end of the whip, “Tell me, Pet. Why am I your master?”
“Because you can hurt me and I can’t stop you.” She spat out bitterly.
The whip flashed again marking her breast and she cried out with the pain, pulling hard at the restraints,
“Wrong answer. Why am I your Master?”
“Because you are a fucking sadist!” she yelled, her anger getting the best of her. He brought the whip up between her legs and she screamed, jerking hard and straining to close her legs against the pain. He waited for her to quiet down and then with one finger wiped away a tear rolling down her face and tasted the tear, savoring it.
“Yes, I am a sadist, but that is also the wrong answer. Come now, Pet. You are a smart girl, think about this. Why am I your Master?” His voice was soothing and calm, but he kept her off balance by rubbing the whip along the inside of her thigh, both arousing her and making her twitch in anticipation of another strike.
