The tension on my arms and feet disappeared as I shook. I stretched my legs out. I longed to kick my captor in the balls, but my legs were still bound together. And my arms were still attached behind my back, wrist to wrist, so that my shoulders strained and I had to thrust my chest out to ease it.
Mal reached under the waistband of my pajama shorts and began to pull them down over my hips. I tried to pull away but there was that huge hand again pushing me back down. Wait for your moment. I said to myself over and over. Don't fight, just wait. He left my bottoms at my ankles and he began to do the same thing with my underwear.
I shook with fear and adrenaline. I wanted to run so bad. Deep down though I wondered if that was the only reason I was shaking. This was straight out of my fantasies... No! I berated myself. This wasn't a fantasy, this was wrong. And yet were any of my fantasies right? For as long as I could remember, I had been attracted to darkness. The things I thought about went far beyond safe and consensual.
Cool air brushed the lips of my moistening pussy as Mal pulled down my black and white polka dot underwear. This couldn't be how I was going to lose my virginity? Not with someone I didn't trust. I jumped when I felt his hand touch the bare skin of my ass. He chuckled and his hands went to my own bound ones.
"I'm going to let your arms free now, my pet. I want you to do as I say. Now I'm-" His voice stopped suddenly and I felt his hands clench my wrists tightly.
His tone darkened. "What is this, Kitten?"
He grasped the fingers on my left hand and pulled them out of my clenched fist. That fucking ring. I gulped. He gripped my finger tightly as he yanked off the ring. Suddenly he was in front of me. One hand was in my hair again and the other now held the ring before my eyes. He didn't shout but his voice sounded deadly.
"So you weren't just going to be with him. You were going to marry him?" In his anger, his accent was thicker, deeper. I wanted to shoot daggers at him with my eyes, but I was smarter than that. I just looked at him with what I hoped was an apologetic expression.
He studied my face with a penetrating gaze and placed the ring down on the countertop in front of me. I didn't look at it. I couldn't. It felt like that thing was mocking me. I heard him opening and shutting drawers. He was talking in that language again but now muttering angrily to himself in that foreign tongue.
"Ε to si mislio! Ga? MrΕ‘avi blijedi obiΔno govno. Ako preferirate ravnim guzicama i tip koji Δe iΔi dolje na sebe prije nego Ε‘to?" Spoken angrily, It suddenly sounded very different from the deep soothing dialect I had heard earlier. He came back a moment later holding something else out for me to see. It was a plastic slotted spoon. He grasped my chin and turned my face up to look at him as he spoke.
"I was just going to use my hand, but I think you need a better reminder of just how disappointed I am in you." His face was indeed hard and disappointed, but excitement seemed to flicker in the depths of his eyes. Then he let go and moved behind me.
I felt Mal grab my thighs and push my knees underneath me until I was kneeling. But without my arms for support, my face was pressed into the cold granite island. He held me in place with a hand on my back. I could see that damn ring in front of me now taunting me. I thought that ring would bring me peace and happiness, but it had only brought me this. Brought me him.
I didn't even know his name. His username online had been Mal but even then I had only called him Master or Sir. I wondered why he felt the need to do this. Why did he pick me? He was pretty attractive in a dangerous sort of way. Plenty of women would be into him. Why didn't he go to some s&m club and leave me the hell alone? Was it because he got bored with playing and wanted to truly fulfill his darkest desires? Or maybe I wasn't the first girl Mal had taken.
THWACK!
I screamed into my gag as a fiery sensation on my ass brought my thoughts up short. I tried to scuttle forward on my knees. Only that damn other hand of his still held me firmly in place.
THWACK!
"Your Mine." Mal growled as he hit me.
My eyes focused on the ring in front me. It sparkled in the bright kitchen. It was so pretty and perfect. I should have known I wasn't meant to keep it.
THWACK!
Now I tried to scream obscenities through the pain. I doubted he could tell but it almost felt like doing that was standing up to him in some way.
THWACK THWACK THWACK!
Three burning hits landed on my left cheek in a rapid succession as I tried to thrash out from underneath his hand. Could Mal tell somehow what I had tried to scream at him? It had been something about taking that spoon and shoving it so far up his ass he'd-
THWACK!
"Not his! MINE."
It didn't matter if I was silent or if I screamed. It didn't matter if I held still or tried to escape. It just kept going.