When Laura woke, she was again laid out and tied to the bed. This time, he hadn't restrained her legs. Cautiously looking around, she couldn't see or feel his presence in the room. She released a sigh of relief.
His presence was too distracting. All thoughts flew out the window when he asserted his dominance and touched her. She couldn't escape if she was tied up all the time. She had to figure out how he came and went from the room. She had to act subdued and accepting of her situation so that he would let down his guard. Maybe even stop restraining her all the time.
Her stomach growled in hunger. All this sex was giving her a big appetite. She'd had more orgasms in the last twenty four hours than she'd had in years. Just thinking about the things he'd done to her made her nipples tighten and her clit throb.
He was turning her into a sex maniac! One more reason she had to escape. A few more days of this, and she might not remember her own name, without him telling her. She'd never peaked so hard or so fast in years. Not since her first time with - she sucked in a breath.
No, it couldn't be. Her captor could not be Dalton. An image surfaced in her memory. Green eyes staring into her soul, before kissing her and sinking his phallus into her virgin pussy. He had made love to her like she was the most precious thing.
This hard and demanding man could not be her Dalton, she denied. Dalton was long out of her life. He had shattered her heart and never looked back. Why would he be back now? She had to figure out a way to get to the truth. If she blatantly accused him and he wasn't Dalton, she was afraid of what he would do to her. He had planned a long time for this, he had told her. Just how long had he planned? She hadn't seen or heard from Dalton in over ten years.
While she had been having an internal debate with herself, he had come back into the room. He wheeled in a cart containing her dinner. Obviously, he had cleaned up, now sporting a black t-shirt and black sweats. Now that she had a name to work with, her memories came rushing back.
She remembered that Dalton had had dense brown hair and green, green eyes. He had been taller than her 5' 4". Her head barely reached his shoulders when they stood together. Her eyes devoured him from head to toe. If it was Dalton, he sure had filled out, in more ways than one.
"Please," she begged. "At least let me call my mother. She'll have every law enforcement officer looking for me in all fifty states, if I don't check in. If you let me call her and let her know I'm all right, you won't have to deal with the law when you let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone about this."
He stood there, looking into her pleading eyes. He never could resist those violet eyes. That's what got him into trouble in the first place. But she was right. He knew his 24 hours was almost up, before the police started looking for Laura. Heaving a huge sigh, he finally nodded.
"Fine, one phone call," he said. "But if you try anything I don't like, I will severely punish you."
"Thank you," Laura replied in relief.
He released her arms, hooking her wrists together again. She was able to roll off the bed and stand up on her own. He grabbed her arm and steered her toward the left corner of the opposite wall.
"Like I said, this room is sound proof, so you will need to use a land line."
When they reached the corner, the left panel slid open. In there was a military-looking phone and everything she'd had with her the night before. She looked at him and he nodded. Gingerly picking up the receiver, she dialed her mother's private number. It picked up on the second ring.
"Hello? Mother?"
"Yes, I'm as all right as can be," she answered, looking at "Dalton".
He was watching her very closely. She couldn't say anything he would deem suspicious.
"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't call sooner." Pause "I'm sorry you were worried." Pause, pause "I met up with a few friends, and they talked me into going back to their place." Pause, pause, eye roll "No, I don't think you'd remember them." Pause, eye roll & sigh "No, Mother, I haven't given him an answer yet."
She glanced again at "Dalton". He looked to be getting impatient with the call.
"Look, Mother, I'll talk to you about it when I get back." pause "I don't know, maybe a few more days." Big sigh "Yes, well I've got to go now. They're waiting for me. I'll call you when I can. Bye."
"Good," he said. "I was just about to cut your call short. Come. You need to eat."
He steered her back to the bed. Knowing it was useless to try anything now, she meekly let herself be led. At least she knew where her things were now. If only she could figure out how to open that panel.
After he fed her and they had a couple glasses of wine, he took her back to the bathroom for her break. He ran the bath while she peed, then proceeded to complete the same routine as the last bathroom break. By the time he was finished with her, her body was on fire. Knowing only he could put out her fire was a hard pill to swallow.
This time though, he set her by the side of the pommel and roughly forced her upper body across the saddle, securing her wrists to the pole on the other side. Her heart started beating faster, unsure what he was going to do. Her pulse skittered, though she couldn't tell if it was from fear or from anticipation.
She looked in the mirror and saw him go to the night stand to retrieve something. She saw him come back with what looked to be a paddle in one hand, and something hidden in the other.
What the fuck?! She thought. Too late she remembered he had told her he would punish her if she came before he gave his permission. Her hips rested on the pommel, exposing both her holes to his gaze.
"No!" she yelled. "You can't be serious."
He didn't say anything but inserted three silver spheres the size of marbles into her pussy. When they bounced off each other, they sent waves of pleasure all around, making her pussy spasm. Before the wave of pleasure passed, he smacked her right cheek with the paddle, hard enough she felt her skin burn.
"I will do what I wish," he stated roughly. "You are subject to my will. Do you understand now?"
She nodded. Smack - on her left cheek.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she replied sarcastically.
"I am your master." Smack - on the other cheek.
She flinched, and the balls clanged together, making her squirm with pleasure again. She went still, willing her breath to slow.
