Hello my beautiful readers:) this is chapter 3! Please vote and comment and let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy it
Yours truly,
From_One_to_Another
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Ella woke up feeling, not afraid and cold as she knew she should, but safe and warm. Instinctively, she snuggled into the warmth that surrounded her, content, at least until her wits returned.
Gasping, she sat straight up, trying to flee from the man that held her captive. It was then that she realized her rough leather cuffs were locked together, and bound to the headboard.
'Damn why does he always have to tie me to something?' she thought. It was then that she discovered she was no longer in the cold, damp basement but in a large, warm bedroom that smelled of cinnamon and pine.
While she was looking about and trying to figure out where she was, Ella heard his too sexy bedroom voice.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Evan virtually growled, chuckling at the look on her face after realizing her new location. His bedroom. "Yes," he laughed, "I moved you from the playroom this morning while you were asleep. Welcome to my master suite," he said as he motioned his arm around the room.
'Playroom?' she thought. 'Playroom my ass, that was virtually purgatory.
"You mean your fucking dungeon?" she asked, unnerved at the thought that anyone would associate her latest experience with something enjoyable.
He lifted himself onto an elbow and arched an eyebrow at her as if he were waiting for something. She then realized what it was, rolled her eyes, and ever so sarcastically added "Sir," to her previous question.
"I'd advise against that kind of response, little girl. I took you from the basement, or dungeon as you've called it, out of my own kindness. Remember your place pet , because I will enjoy teaching you that lesson far too much. "
To make his point, he grabbed her bound wrists and pounced on top of her naked body, effectively pinning her to the massive king sized bed.
Making matters worse, his body weight pressed down and threatened to release her already full bladder. The only thing separating his hard, toned body and even harder manhood from her was his black dress shirt and now too tight jeans.
"I control you now, I suggest you get used to it and learn to love it." He punctuated each word by grinding is bulging crotch into her mound, making her body visibly shudder and her breath catch. "Am I understood?" Evan asked, his pressing body daring her to speak against him.
Instead of replying with her usual sass, she clamped her mouth shut, bit her lip as hard as she could, and turned her face away from his deep stare.
'Pick your battles Ell,' she reminded herself. 'Just learn to deal, it'll be over soon,' she hoped.
"Good girl," he affectionately praised, stroking her reddening face lightly. He stood up and walked toward a dark mahogany door across from the large bed which was made from the same wood.
"Where are you going?" Ella asked quietly. "Umm, Sir," she added remembering 'her place' as he'd called it.
He turned around smiling, however, not arrogantly as she'd imagined. It was more genuine as if he were honestly pleased with her.
"I'm going to take a shower," he calmly answered. "Was there something you were wanting?" Evan asked in false ignorance, knowing fully that she needed the bathroom.
"Umm well, I need to use the bathroom, Sir," she meekly stated, not daring to look him in the face.
"That's nice," he said and turned to leave.
'Just ask him right so you don't piss yourself,' she told herself. 'Then you can rebel all you want.'
"Wait!" she said, more strongly than she'd intended.
He stopped and without turning to face her asked, "Yes pet?"
Ella could hear his smile in the way he spoke, even with his strong back to her.
"Well, I-I umh," she began, losing either her thought or her courage in the process.
Turning back to face his beautiful, speechless captive, he leaned against the heavy door. "I'm waiting," he said, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows at her.
Summoning all of her remaining fortitude she asked, "May I please use the bathroom, Sir?" She was proud that she'd managed it without rolling her eyes.
Without providing her an answer he strode toward her. Suddenly, her resolve was gone and she became self-conscious of her lack of clothing and attempted to cover up.
"Don't you think that it's a little bit late for that?" he laughed at her sudden show of modesty.
As he reached out to her she just scooted as far as she could in her restraints, obviously questioning his intentions given his lack of response.
"Come here Ella, I'm not going to hurt you. You were still wanting to use my bathroom weren't you?" Without hesitation she nodded. "Well then come here," he ordered.
Reluctantly, she complied and he detached her from his sturdy bed. He left her wrists bound together in from of her and separated her ankle cuffs from the other so she could walk.
"Oh, while I'm at it, I'm thinking about removing 'Sir' from my list of titles. So, from now on it's 'Master' only. Or of course there is punishment. Am I understood, pet?"
He smiled as he watched her swallow her smart ass remark and reply with a surprisingly controlled, "Yes, Master."
Evan helped her to her feet and led her across the large room and through the heavy door. When she stepped inside, he watched her face to gauge her reaction.
'Oh, wow,' she thought. 'I thought that we were rich. What does he even do for a living to afford this?' she wondered.
Her face must've portrayed her surprise because she heard him laughing at her again.
The floors and counters were made of a dark granite and there was a large claw foot tub to the left of the entrance. The tub itself could probably fit two or three people with ease.
Adjacent to it was a large glass shower which could fit three people at the very least with several shower heads and fancy features. Across from all of this was a huge vanity of the expensive granite and- her favorite- the toilet.
"He leaned over and told her, "Better hurry, your two minutes starts now."
With that she sauntered off to her much needed destination. When she turned around, he was standing there against the doorframe, watching her.
"Umm, do you mind, *Master*?" she sarcastically asked.
"No, not at all," he smiled to her. "How about you try that again," he said, his voice full of warning.
Ella took a deep breath and asked in sweet, feigned innocence, "Please, may I have some privacy Master?" That word. Master. It burned coming off of her tongue. It was one thing for her to say it facetiously, yet an entirely different feeling to say it out of necessity.
"No," Evan replied, still smiling, "but you asked that beautifully. You better hurry up now, you've wasted a minute already." He chuckled as she almost protested but bit her lip-and the bullet for that matter.
As she relieved herself, with him watching, she felt her face burn into a deep shade of red. Once she had finished she looked up to see him undressing for his shower.
Evan already had his shirt off as he walked to the large glass shower and turned it on. While the steam rose she watched as he took of his perfectly fitted dark jeans, exposing his toned thighs and long legs. He wasn't overly muscular but she could tell he worked for it.
Clearly caught appreciating the architecture, he used her earlier words against her. "Do you mind?" he mocked and held his hands to his chest in false modesty.
'Why does he have to be so damn charming,' she wondered as she rolled her eyes.
"Oh so now you're modest?" she questioned.
"No it's just more fun to make fun of you," he said striding over to her. "Would you care to join me?" he asked, with his hand out toward her.
Ella was hardly paying attention to his words because of his cock at full attention, bobbing in front of her. "I- umh, well," she stammered, her eyes darting from his manhood to the side and back.
"It's a dick, Ella, come on do you want a shower or not?" he said. When she didn't answer he added "I'll take off your cuffs," he persuaded.
'You'll feel better after a shower,' she rationalized with herself.
Taking his hand and nodding she replied, "Yes, M-Master," she managed as his hard rod twitched at that word. Master.
He smiled at her and produced two slightly small boxes and a set of keys. Evan used the keys to unlock one leather cuff and replace it with a silver one he slid from the box.
He repeated this process with her right wrist, then took off both of her ankle cuffs without replacement. That left one box unopened.
After a questioning glance from her he replied, "That's for later. Much later, but only if your good," he added with a wink.
She stared at Evan with distrust. When he noticed he told her "It's a good surprise. You might actually like it."
The silver cuffs were lighter and more comfortable than the rough leather. They were loose enough to not chafe but tight enough that the had very little leeway.
"Are you coming or what?" he asked with a smile
She shrugged and stared at the ground. Ella had never seen this side of him before. It was weird. But she kind of liked it.
There were five shower heads. The main one was detachable and the other four were set into the wall. Ella was beyond impressed at all of the steel fixtures that complimented the beautiful glass and granite the resided in.
Evan noticed her impression and smiled arrogantly. Although it was a very nice shower she was more than apprehensive about showering in front of a man, much less with one.
She was scared, and he could tell.
"Why are you so nervous about a shower?" he asked the slightly trembling girl.
"Well it's not the shower... It's umm... you... I mean you seeing me like this," she managed to say, glancing down at her nakedness and blushing.
"You have a problem with other people seeing you naked?" he asked her, staring into her beautiful eyes, slightly amused at her modesty.
