Her jaw clenches with stubbornness.
“Do you think I won’t get a doctor up here with a feeding tube in twenty minutes?” I ask flatly. “You’ve done a shit job of looking after yourself in our time apart; I willnotlet you deteriorate any more.Eat.”
I can see the gears whirring in her mind as she weighs her options. She can keep being a brat, and things will getreallybad for her, or she can comply and deal with the lesser of two evils.
My girl chooses well. Her lips part, and she accepts the food from my fingers, fairly trembling with rage. I feed her bite after bite in silence, watching as her throat works, and as she gradually begins to relax. Her posture loses its stiffness, and her glare loses its murderous edge. My good girl succumbs, allowing me to take care of her, if even only for a moment.
The plate’s half-empty when she finally turns her head away. “I’m full.”
I glance over the remaining food, trying in vain to calculate the calories and how much more she should be eating to get back to a healthy weight. She’s skin and bones right now, with only a bit of softness left on her thighs and ass.
“Next time, you’ll eat more.” If she doesn’t improve, I’ll need to consult doctors down in the medical wing on next steps.
For now, it’s time for her punishment. I stand and put a knee on the bed; she shrinks back from me, eyes widening.
“What are you—”
I flip her onto her front and pull up the long shirt covering her otherwise-bare body. She shrieks and furiously wiggles, but her handcuffs hold her mostly immobile, and my hand around her nape does the rest.
“Calm down,” I warn her.
“Let go of me!” she screeches, loud enough to make me wince. Christ, she’s going to be a firecracker, and I’m looking forward to every moment of taming her.
“No. Keep acting like a fucking banshee and I’m going to get a gag.” I give her neck a warning squeeze; she screams again.
Does my Flower think I won’t follow through with my threats? Time to prove her wrong. I hold her in place with one hand while using the other to reach into the nightstand drawer, rummaging around until I have what I need. I flatten her on the bed and straddle her waist, ignoring her pathetic protests. She needs to understand who’s in control; she needs her will stripped away so I can coax out her submission. A quick jerk of her hair forces her lips to part and gives me all the opportunity I need to shove a medium-sized ball gag in hermouth. Her screams don’t stop, but they’re muted now, coming out as muffled cries that harden my cock.
God, I want to sink my dick inside her, but it isn’t time yet. There’s lots of prep work to be done, and this moment is for punishment—a fairly soft one, given her crime.
“Calm down—or don’t. It’ll be less uncomfortable if you relax.” I prop her knees under her.
“Mmmm. Mm!” she tries to say something behind the gag, failing miserably. I ignore her noises, snap on a latex glove, and squirt some lube between her ass cheeks. Her entire body goes stiff, and she starts to tremble. Her hands wriggle, clutching at nothing, and I watch my pretty little captive reel with the realization of what I’m going to do.
“This is alightpunishment,” I tell her. “And part of your training. I’m going to fuck this hole soon enough, and I think it’s best to start prepping you now.”
She tries to move, to close her legs together. “Don’t make me get the spreader bar,” I warn her. When she wriggles even more and actually succeeds in inching her legs shut, I reach under the bed with a sigh, grabbing the spreader bar.
Having her completely immobilized is probably for the best, anyway; the more she realizes that she has no choice or say here, that her best bet is just to submit, the better it’ll go for me. I strap her ankles into the spreader bar and widen it until her legs are forced wide apart. Then, I hook a chain around a metal ring in the center of the bar and attach it to her handcuffs. If she yanks too much, she’ll only succeed in bringing her legs farther under her and cementing her position.
“That’s better,” I murmur, turning my attention back to her rosebud. It’s tiny, virgin, and looks extremely tempting. I’m not too much of an ass-man—I’ve enjoyed my fair share of anal, but only reallyas a means to an end. As a complete assertion of dominance. That’s what I’m doing with Scarlett right now; reminding her who she belongs to.
“We’re going to start out with a small, fun plug,” I warn her, applying more lube and running my latex-covered thumb over her back hole, starting to massage it and coax it open. “We’ll work our way up until you’re ready to take me. If you’d been a good girl and complied with me, you’d only wear the plug for ten minutes for your first time. As is, you’ll get to experience its full effects for an hour.” I manage to work one finger inside her tight hole and twist it around. Inadvertently, my eyes roam her glistening body.
The shirt has ridden up far enough to give me a great view of the elegant slope of her spine and the slight fullness of her ass. Her skin glistens with a coat of sweat, and as I work her with my fingers, her sounds of protests start to shift into something else. Reluctant whimpers.
I run the fingers of my ungloved hand over her slit, eyebrows inching upward when I find a slight indication of arousal. She’s getting wet from this—not drenched, but slightly slick. Something about this is turning my little Flower on.
I coax two fingers inside her ass and twist them, watching her ass jiggle as she writhes. Her wetness doesn’t increase, so it might not be the ass-play…
“Jerk on your restraints,” I command her. “Feel how helpless you are.”
She follows instructions, wrenching at her hands, which only folds her legs farther beneath her and opens her ass more. A moment later, the wetness from her pussy increases.Interesting. Flower likes bondage—or, even if she doesn’tlikeit, she’s certainly turned on by it. Good to know.
“I’m going to put the plug in now,” I tell her, placing a kiss on the small of her back. “It shouldn’t hurt, but it’ll be uncomfortable. You’ll get used to it… and then we’ll get started.”
A whimper is my only response.
I grab the latex plug and start working it against her rosebud, slowly sinking it inside until it’s fully seated. Scarlett’s hands flex and unflex and she pants, but she takes it like a good girl, breathing deeply to get through it.
