This is a dark erotica novel containing themes of non-consent, humiliation, punishment, anal, and bdsm (bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism) It is not for the faint of heart nor libido...
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There was light all around me. I was warm and comfortable. My bed felt so nice today. I reached out a hand to stroke the unusually soft sheets. And instead I felt a hard chest.
"Good morning Kitten." A deep Spaniard voice rumbled.
Why was there a man in my bed? I opened my eyes, blinking away the sleep in utter confusion. I was staring at the monster from last night. He was sprawled casually beside me close enough that one of his arms was draped over my waist. Propped up on one elbow apparently having been watching me sleep.
I jerked away from him. Or at least I tried. He pulled me close against his chest before I could get away. Suddenly I was pinned against him. A bit of his chest hair tickled my face and his musky sandalwood smell invaded my senses. I realized I was wearing an unfamiliar silk nightie. The thought of him having dressed my unconscious body was somehow just as frightening as waking up naked.
"Where am I?" I mumbled dejectedly against his chest.
"You're home, pet." Mal said simply as his hand stroked my thigh.
Pressed up against him like this, I could feel his words physically reverberate through me. They left behind a sense of dread and longing. He sighed contentedly.
"I could barely sleep at all last night, thinking about what we're going to do. I can't wait to begin your training."
"This isn't my home." I tried to explain then, realizing the futility of that argument, I decided to change tactics. "Look... Mal." He quickly swatted my still sore ass and I yelped.
"My name was never Mal, that was just a username. And regardless, It's now master to you, Kitten." He reminded me. I gulped. No, I would not call him that.
"Look," I continued, trying to sidestep the whole master thing by putting a sweet plaintive and completely fake note in my voice. "I really wish you had just introduced yourself to me. It doesn't have to start like this. If you let me go, we could go on a date and then-" I felt and heard a rumbling chuckle interrupt me.
"Don't lie to me, pet. I don't think that ass of yours could handle more punishment." He squeezed my right cheek to emphasize his point. "If I let you go, you'd run. You've run from everyone who's ever tried to get close to you. Hell, you probably would have run out on your wedding day too."
"No, I wouldn't." I snapped. Though it would be lying to say I hadn't wondered the same thing. He sighed again and let me go, pushing me back on the bed and getting up to reveal his muscled form. My eyes wandered over him. From his wide shoulders over his chiseled six pack and down to his hips. At least he was still wearing boxers. I noted with sudden satisfaction that across his bicep were four lines of scabbed flesh. There was also a fresh bruise on his cheek. It seemed I had done some damage last night.
"I think it's time we begin." Mal said as he opened the nightstand drawer beside him.
Launching myself off the bed, I ran towards the first door I saw. I actually made it this time. Reaching the old fashion wrought iron handle and jerking it open.
Inside was an assortment of horrors. Chains dangled from the walls and ceiling. There were rings and tie points all over. Something that looked like a pommel horse and a cage stood against one wall, a large medical-like bed with restraints on the other. The walls were covered in various kinky and unfamiliar, but no doubt, torturous toys. I felt a large hand close on my shoulder.
"I know you're an eager little Kitten. But one step at a time."
Mal pulled me back into the bedroom, and this time I didn't resist. I was too afraid of the alternative room. Grabbing me by my shoulders, he marched me over to the bed and sat me down on the edge. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I couldn't overpower him. My flight instinct was far too strong. I needed to wait for an advantage; I reminded myself.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, curling my anger around myself so that I would feel no fear... or other things.
Mal was kneeling in front of me, rummaging through the bedside table. He pulled out a beautiful wooden box and sat it next to me. Though he seemed relaxed, I had no illusions that the second I made another move to run, he would be on me. He reached out to take my face in his hands and looked possessively into my eyes with his mahogany brown gaze.
"Kitten, I'm going to do everything you've ever wanted, and everything I've ever wanted. You've always been mine, but now I'm claiming you. You're going to be my pet, my slave, my slut, my everything. And from now on I will be your Master." His words grew hungry by the end.
My eyes filled with tears. This was too much. Panic and fear filled me. And suddenly I wanted to be back in my actual bed more than anything in the world. Mal's look softened, and he pulled me close. His arms went around me but also over top of my own. Caging me in. The man could even turn a hug into a display of dominance.
"You'll see Kitten, you'll be happy with me." He promised huskily.
Mal held me for a moment. And then let go to open the box. Inside on a velvet red pad were three silver circles. They were wide with red fabric on the inside and featured what looked like engravings and little rings attached around them. They almost looked like jewelry but it was obvious that they were far more sinister than that.
Mal pulled the smaller two circles out of the case.
"Give me your hand." He said. I just looked at him. I couldn't get away right now, but I wouldn't participate in his objectification of me.
He sighed and quickly grabbed my hand and snapped a bracelet on before I could pull away. I would have tried to get up, but with him kneeling in front of me, he easily kept my legs pinned between himself and the bed. As I tried to push him away, he grabbed my other hand and snapped the other bracelet on.
Mal leaned back for a moment, resting his large hands on my knees. I looked all over the accessories, but there was no latch, no way to remove them, just two key holes and a few little rings. They fit snuggly, as if they had been made for me. The interiors were soft like velvet. They had engravings of roses and thorns and each had a key shaped hole and sturdy little rings on the sides. I looked at him in horror and realized these weren't bracelets; they were manacles. And that thing he was now holding wasn't a choker. It was a collar. Suddenly I felt lightheaded.
"Don't do this." I whispered.
He smiled kindly. One of his hands went to cup my cheek and wipe away a tear I hadn't realized had fallen.
"Don't worry pet. This is a good thing. These will help you remember just who you belong to."
He moved to bring the collar towards my neck. I knew it was useless, but I struggled anyway. I arched away and shoved him, at the same time trying to pull my legs free. But once again, he pinned me down onto the bed. Then gently pushed my hair out of the way and placed the collar around my neck. The loud click of it closing filled the room. It was the sound of defeat.
I cried out as the lock shut. As if he was wounding me. Because he was. Not physically, but emotionally. And a part of me liked it. He pulled me close for a moment and then leaned back and wiped away my tears.
"Now!" He said cheerily. "How about breakfast?" I shook my head and tried to pull away.
"I need to go to the washroom." I said quickly and made to get up. He put his hands on my shoulders and kept me sitting there in front of him.
"Try that again, Kitten. Now what do we say?" He asked with an annoyingly patient voice.
One of his hands went to my chin and tilted my head up so I had no choice but to look him in the eyes. My brow furrowed. I'd rather piss myself than ask him if I could go to the washroom. His eyes narrowed with a bit of a warning expression, and his hand reached out to pinch my nipple harshly. I hissed in pain and tried to remove his hand. But his grip was unshakeable. I hunched my shoulders in defeat. How many times could he chip away at my freedom and control? How many ways did he have planned to torture me into submission? Be smart. I told myself. Play the part. My voice shook a bit as I said the words.
"Please, may I use the washroom?" One of his brows lifted and his hand squeezed a bit harder in warning. "Master!" I finished quickly.
He smiled with condescending pride and released my poor nipple.
"Good girl!" He said brightly.
Mal pulled me up by my arm and guided me towards a door on the side of the room. He pushed it open, and I saw a bathroom fit for a presidential suite. The room was painted a soft sky blue. A giant jacuzzi sat in the middle of it beneath a skylight. There was a large window with gauzy white curtains on one side of the room and a two person vanity next to a shower on the other side. I rushed in and went to pull the door closed behind me, only to find a large hand stopping me.
"This stays open." Mal said, leaning against the door.
"I can't! not with you watching me." I tried to sound intimidating, though I doubted I was successful as I stood there squirming from the need to go.
"I can help with that." He said, pushing his way into the room. I backed away quickly, but he just walked to the sink and turned it on. The sound of running water was torture.
