Chapter one: His little warrior
"Do you remember what I told you would happen if I caught you trying to escape again?" He asked her as the belt slid with ease from its loops upon his blue denim jeans.
"I'm sorry." She stammered quickly as she backed away from the window in fear. She had been so close, and would have succeeded in her escape if he had not set the alarm earlier than usual. The noise echoed through the house as he stood waiting for her answer. "I won't do it again, Sir. I promise!" She cried, watching him anxiously as he closed the door. The click of the lock echoed within the room as the realization settled. She was trapped.
"Wrong answer." He replied calmly. A click of a button, and the alarm subsided, leaving silence between them. She didn't have to wait long before he spoke again. His voice bringing chills to her spine from across the large bedroom. "I told you if I caught you sneaking out again that I would tie you to my bed, and beat you until running was the furthest thing from your mind. Until the mere idea of leaving me, even for a moment, became painful even to consider. Do you remember now, my little pet?" He asked as he crossed the space pulling her new restraints from the drawer. He had ordered the inescapable set, just for her, after she had managed to break free of the last two sets. She was a feisty pet, and he adored her for it.
"I'll be good, Sir. I swear. Please." She begged, but she knew it was pointless. She could already see his arousal building. This was what he wanted. To hear her beg, to bring forth her tears, to make her scream for his pleasure. This was his favorite game, and try as she may, it was the one game she could never win.
"Come here, Pet." The order came swiftly, and with a calm edge to his voice that she didn't dare to challenge. She had learned quickly from her mistakes in the past of making him wait too long.
Her hands found the floor quickly as she crawled to his feet sobbing as quietly as she could manage. He took a knee before her admiring the curve of her bottom as she bowed in submission at his feet. It had taken over 8 months to get her to the point she would bow without the lash of a whip upon her, and he smiled as his fingers traced the welts that remained from her last attempt to leave him. This was his favorite game to play with his pet. Giving her the opportunity to escape without any real chance, and watching her take it only to bring herself right back to his feet where she belonged. He loved her spirit, and he would enjoy breaking it one day even more. Not yet, though. He thought to himself.
She was his favorite, by far, of all the girls he had collected over the years. It had been a year since he had taken her from her home, and still she tried to run from him without regret. Others had faked their loyalty trying to lure him into a sense of false security, some quite well. He thought to himself with a sneer. Some would fight him to no avail, while others simply broke before he had even begun to enjoy himself. She was different though, and her strength intrigued him. How to handle her now. His mind wandered as he stroked her back gently. He took his time running his fingertips from the crack of her ass to the soft nape of her neck, and he delighted in the way she shuddered beneath his every touch.
"Does my pet like that?" He asked mockingly dragging his nails softly down her spine.
"No, Sir." She answered honestly, hanging her head in the subtle defeat as his hands roamed her body against her will.
There it was again. Her raw honesty that mingled so well with her forced submission. He loved the way she balanced them with ease. Others would lie to him just to appease him before the inevitable pain, thinking it would help them, but she never sacrificed her organic thoughts despite his sadistic ministrations upon her. His little warrior. She was just starting to rear her mighty shield. The thought made him smile as he pulled her to her feet by her hair. He didn't have to drag her far before they reached the king size bed that took up the center of the large room. She bounced upon its surface as he threw her down, taking her wrists into his grip one by one. She didn't fight him this time, and he had her restrained in less time then it usually took to subdue her. He stepped back admiring her body stretched out to the four posts that held her beautifully, on her stomach, before him.
"You're beautiful, Pet. Do you know that?" He asked her gently as he climbed onto the bed beside her. He kissed her shoulders lightly running his fingertips along the blades where his kisses trailed shortly behind. Slowly, he maneuvered his hands upon her, gently caressing his way to her breasts until she satisfied his first need.
She gasped in as much surprise as the pain she shrouded. His fingers tweaked mercilessly at her nipples trying to illicit a greater response with each touch.
Her silence was her only defense now, and her only means of defiance as she laid silently turning her head away from his gaze. She could never understand his transitions from sadistic beast to charming Casanova. Either way, she would suffer at his touch before the night was through, and answering his questions would not change that fate.
