Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“You are my property, Calina. My plaything. You haven’t even begun to repay your debt, and already you grow too free?” The tip of the cane nudges my folds. “Every inch of you belongs to me,” he says, drawing the cane across me like a magician’s wand. I freeze when it glides along my mouth. “I own these lips,” he begins, then I gasp when he returns to my pussy and parts my folds with the tip of the cane. “And these lips, too.” His mirthless laughter sends a shiver down my spine. I swallow hard.
With his massive hand on my ankles, he easily lifts my legs in the air. “This ass is mine,” he continues, dragging the cane along my backside and giving me another vicious smack that makes tears spring to my eyes. Dropping my legs back down, he continues the relentless exploration of my body with the cane. “These full, beautiful breasts belong to me.” He teases my nipples before he raps the underside of each of my breasts with the cane. Little circles of pain flare to life. I yelp before my voice fades to a whimper.
“Now, tell me, Calina,” he says. “I can make you howl in pain, or I can make you purr like the little kitten you are. Are you going to sass me?”
Swish.
I sob when another smack of the cane hits the fullest part of my thigh.
“No,” I choke. “No, sir.”
“Are you going to giggle like a silly girl instead of obeying me?”
Swish.
Another stroke on the other side.
“No, sir,” I whimper. My cheeks are wet with tears of frustration and pain.
“Will you obey me?”
I nod, bracing myself for another lash. I tremble, but he doesn’t strike me again. Instead, he leans in so close to me I feel has chest on mine, and despite my fear, despite our roles, the scent of whiskey and raw masculinity pervades my senses. Leaning in, he pulls my ear lobe into his mouth, causing me to shiver, before he whispers in my ear. “Good girl,” he says with condescension. “You’ll learn, kisa. One lesson at a time.”
Chapter 4
I pretend to go about occupying myself, but I’m really observing her. As I straighten up my bedroom, which honestly needs no tidying, the door to her room is left open.
I’d planned on sending her to bed used and punished tonight. And I will eventually have her in my bed, but tonight, I’m tired. I don’t want to wonder what she’ll do in the middle of the night or have to deal with any of her outbursts. As it is, she has me on edge. When I look into her eyes, I don’t see a woman plagued with mental illness, but a bright, clever one instead. However, the way she laughed when she undressed… the childish way she chattered about nightlights and not liking the dark… it unsettled me. I wondered what it was she was playing at. The spanking I gave her sobered her, so perhaps what she’s in need of is firm training.
My gut instinct says she knows full well what she’s doing, and her reaction to the cane confirmed my suspicions. Still, I’m not a patient man. I don’t show mercy to my enemies. And I know I’ve been more lenient with her than I should have been.
Today when on my way to get her, I had the men that work for me prepare this room. It’s always been an office of sorts, but I had them take the furniture out and bring the bed in, then strip it. I wasn’t sure what to expect of her, and I like the idea of having her all to myself under lock and key. I had them install a security camera in the bathroom and main bedroom. I open the drawer next to my bed and take out the monitor. I flick it on, and watch her sleep.
I watch her fidget on the bed, careful to sleep on her belly. Good. She’s been subdued by the spanking I gave her and won’t need the threat of the cage I’ve brought here yet. Finally, her incessant fidgeting stops, and her breathing becomes steadier. She’s fallen asleep, I think.
She’s kicked off the blanket, though it’s still tangled about her legs, and even on the small screen of the monitor I can see the slight curve of her small backside, striped beautifully with my cane. My dick throbs at the sight. What I want to do to that girl… a caning to subdue her is the very tip of the iceberg. As I watch her sleep, I take the length of my cock in hand and stroke it. Imagining plunging into her tight, hot pussy. That gorgeous mouth. Her tight little asshole. I groan when my cock swells and tightens, and roll out of bed, heading toward the shower with the surveillance camera still in hand.