Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 or older, and any possible hint of that not being the case is not to be interpreted as so. This is intended for fantasy purposes only, and is not an encouragement for someone to act out these things in reality, unless they have safe words and an equally kinky willing partner.
Drake placed a hand on the whiskey glass and for the first time in months observed Carli from behind his two way mirror. She tried to scream and curse at him, knowing by now that he was always watching her in some capacity. The gag in her mouth blocked out the noise of whatever litany of insults or pleas she made.
Her body was still in great shape considering it had been almost 9 weeks since Carli had birthed his son. She was currently marred by red marks after the lengthy punishment he had inflicted by using his favorite whip. The thick leather collar secured his little slut into an angle perfect for fucking her throat like a neck-brace tilting her head back. It was so effective the wearer could be fucked on their front or back and still be held immobile by a gag.
In the earliest days of her captivity he'd used it in several ways until he had overcome her resistance... until his beautiful blonde fucktoy she lost the will to escape the confinements of his penthouse bunker after her abduction. It had all been going perfectly to plan. After the recommended 6 weeks recovery their routine meant during the day she got to be with the baby and in the evenings the nanny took over and she resumed her service of his cock.
He had been considerably lenient, having an intern at his office pick up the slack of his lunch time fuck.
Then Carli ungratefully had her tantrum, melting down and refusing to ride his cock when he'd left the evening paper in his briefcase tonight, foolishly allowing her to see a tabloid spread of the various women he'd been dating other women since he'd returned to work.
Did she truly think they were playing house?
She'd been even more upset to learn that during the last few months of her pregnancy he had fucked both the Italian-only speaking nurse he'd hired to monitor her maternity care and that he regularly screwed the new nanny as she recovered.
Did she honestly expect him to be sustained only by her sucking his cock every morning and half the night?
She'd forgotten her place.
Drake had slapped her across the face, shocking her. Physical punishment hadn't been a part of their routine because she had been a fantastic eager little sex toy that it hadn't been necessary. Ripping her dress off he'd bent her over his knee and spanked her.
Then tossed her onto the couch and fucked her reluctant body in every hole not caring if his wanton slut enjoyed it or not.
She required a re-education and tonight he would do just that.
He held the glass to his mouth and drained its contents before reaching for the wireless remote.
His little concubine had her legs bound spread-eagled, ankles cuffed to a metal bar. Carli was on a wooden desk, her naked breasts jiggling as she struggled to free her wrists. Her outstretched arms were secured with leather straps at the wrist, elbow and upper-arm. The collar forced her gaze directly at her own reflection but the 2-way mirror meant he could watch her face. Her eyes begged for mercy while her ass shifted uncomfortably. The custom thrusting dildo fucking her ass was a perfect replica of his 10 inch cock, held in place by a leather harness that kept it deep but left her pussy free for use.
His need to prove dominance had never required the use of the piston fucking machine because his imprisoned virginal librarian had proven to be a lustful submissive who craved his cock, practically begging for his touch at every moment. But one thing he would not tolerate was jealousy.
Carli was His but HE did not belong to her.
